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Absolute Comics: Rebirth

Static

^{"I’ll Put a shock to your system"}

^{Virgil Ovid Hawkins ♦ June 1st, 2001 ♦ Male ♦ Hero}

Now when Virgil stepped into the boys room, he expected what most African americans expected from a middle class white boy’s room, posters with Albert Einstein on the wall for his geeky shit, maybe some Star Wars and Geeky ass DnD Memorabilia, and Heavy Metal bands adorning his CD Collection. What he got while not completely what he expected. Sure he say the bookcases of books, many of which included said DnD Rule books, but what surprised him more was what other things he had. Adorned on his walls were various posters of early 90’s hip hop acts, A Tribe Called Quest, Wu Tang Clan. It was actually sort of funny to see a lot of these throwbacks.

“Heh, Pops would love seeing this shit.”

Virgil wanted to slide his hands into his pockets, but he feared doing so would just cause more issues, whatever this was, he couldn’t control it and he would rather find out what can be done if anything. Richard stared at Virgil with a glare for a second and sighed.

“Uhhh, that’s not exactly an insult to me dude…”

Nigga, just take the compliment.”

Richard at that response simply assumed Virgil just wasn’t going to give him another one and walked toward a nearby empty table. Placing down a few devices, A Few Metal Bars, A CD, a Clock, and some wiring. He pulled up a seat and welcomed Virgil to it. Virgil took it sitting himself down, an looked at the stuff in front of him. “We know you have control over Magnetism, we’ve seen that with the metal trash can lid, but I am curious, what other things can you do?”

“Okay Josef, I’m not your test dummy, and you ain’t gonna sit here poking and prodding me like I am one.”

In a Panic Richard began to stammer and back away.

“Dude, Relax, I’m trying to see what this is and what limits you, you are far from my experiment, I am merely trying to help, besides. Take it as a control exercise, or do you wanna stay stuck in that seat?”

Virgil blinked as he attempted to lift himself up, only to see that he was currently stuck to the seat, the purple electrical source pinning him down to it, causing Richard to laugh hysterically at the sight. Virgil with a very angry stare but now way to retaliate, groaned.

“Let’s get this over with.”

“First off, Let’s see if you can power on this clock, we’re just gonna join positive to negative…”

He began to lace the wires into the clock, before handing the wires to Virgil. Virgil Stared at him, already knowing where he was going. He wanted to see if he could power on the alarm clock. Virgil said nothing and focused on the clock. Attempting to push whatever this was into the clock. What happened next shocked him, the lightning began to shoot through the wire and into the clock, powering it on and activating the rather loud alarm. This caused Virgil to let go and hold his ears, surprised by the sudden loud noise an action that Richard imitated, before reaching for the alarm and shutting it off.

“What the hell!”

“Ouch, Damn…at least we know it’s not just magnetic. We’ll see if you can change the magnetic polarity of certain objects. Hold this.”

He slid a Metal Pole in his hand.

“Now Do you know how magnetism work?”

Virgil stared at Richard with an angry glare as if he was shocked that Richard had asked that question. “Look, I ain’t gonna sit here and let you insult my intelligence, I know that If I am to charge this Metal pole with Electricity I…can…” He blinked realizing what the other metal bars were for, and proceeded to charge up the Metal pole. “Are you saying that…I can create my own magnetic Field….” Before Richard could even answer he heard multiple clangs of the now magnetic pole being banged together by the small metal bards that were attached to it. Virgil blinked, his mouth left agape at the sight of this Marvelous ability, only being able to mouth out...

“Nigga…”

“Oh Dude, this is so fucking cool, You’re like a Black Magneto or something…”

“NIGGA!”

That was enough to cause Virgil to stare at him in shock. Everyone knows who Magneto was, and nobody had really much of a nice thing to say about him. So Virgil being compared to a man that wish to wipe out humanity for the sake of his Mutant Master race, wasn’t exactly the best way to be described. Richard took notice of this and stammered a quick correction. “I mean your Powers dude, you essentially can Manipulate the forces of Electromagnetism, do you know how fucking awesome that is?” He yelled in mere excitement. Metahumans were not common around here, which was more so shown with him witnessing Virgil right now.

Virgil himself was himself shocked by this, the electricity cackling in his hand he gave a grin before staring at Richard. “Yeah, this is pretty cool, tell you what cuz you were fucking cool, I’ll make you’re you’re last in my conquest of white human genocide, gotta keep my black freaks together you know?” He said. This shook Richard a bit, who did not notice the sarcasm that Virgil clearly put in the comment, which was enough to cause Virgil to give him a glare.

“That was a joke bruh.”

“Ohhh…”

Awkwardness laid for a few minutes, before Virgil stared at the CD, he tilted his head to the side, letting his dreads fall down his face and lifted the CD up. “Hey I wonder…You think I can play this CD?” Richard blinked and looked at it. “Dunno, That sounds a bit of a stretch…” Richard began to speak but was interupted by the slowly spinning in Virgil's hand. He let go of it, The CD Still spinning in the air. What happened next would change the two’s lives forever.

“If Pirus and Crips all got along, They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song”

Virgil Blinked and stared at Richard.

“Seem like the whole city go against me, Every time I'm in the street, I hear—"

Then Right on cue, They both jumped rapidly right on beat, ignoring the massive amount of shaking both of their masses causes the room as a result.

“YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!”

Who knew Richard’s love for Kendrick Lamar would actually end up helping him and his former school bully to get along.

Absolute Comics: Rebirth

Static

^{"I’ll Put a shock to your system"}

^{Virgil Ovid Hawkins ♦ June 1st, 2001 ♦ Male ♦ Hero}

Richard Foley was a nice kid. Your standard everyday 15 year old who kept to his books, listened to his parents and returned to the house by 10PM. When it came down to it he was actually a bit of a stickler when it came to them. So when his parents, gone for the night for a long night meeting at STAR Labs was left a list of chores to do. He was quick to get those done before heading for bed, He had just about finished with cleaning the kitchen, which after taking hours to polish the hardwood kitchen floor, he rested himself on the nearby chair, ready to call it a night.

However, it would seem he nearly forgot one more task, as his eyes locked onto the Kitchen garbage bin. He sighed, there is always one more thing, even if your parents were not there to announce it. He lifted himself off of the bar chair in the kitchen, which he gently pushed back behind the island counter and walked toward the can pulling the trash bag out and tying it, heading outside going through the small backyard to the side of his house in order to throw out the trash. However, in the pile of garbage he was shocked to see what seemed to be an African American male, dressed in a baggy red hoodie and black jeans, wearing what seemed to be timberland boots. He wasn’t bleeding it seemed just unconscious, and swollen in multiple areas. Richard had only partially noted who he was. They went to the same school, so he was…familiar with him.

“You forgot that lunch money again Rich? Come on, you know you don’t want me to get Ebon on ya.”

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

He shuddered at that word, usually the easy way was simply a 30-minute stay in a locker, and the hard way? Well it depended on The Bloods mood, either it was the swirlie or a nice beatdown. Either way It wasn’t fond memories that Richard was familiar with Virgil Hawkins. He was their newest recruit and tended to be the one who took all the action. Seeing him swollen and thrashed like this? Well, He looked pathetic and was certainly a good case of Schadenfreude. He really DIDN’T Want to help him. No really, if it was up to him he’d probably just leave him here until his parents came home and they call the cops.

But then his parents would rant to him about the importance of karma and how he should treat his fellow man with respect. However, they didn’t say he had to be nice about it, He turned toward his side to see the water hose neatly wrapped around the hostler on the side of the house, he turned the faucet on and pointed the watering hose at him, as the water suddenly shot out of the house, splashing Virgil across the face violently, forcing him out of consciousness. Richard hesitated to laugh seeing Virgil now stammer out of the pile of garbage and away from the water that he was being sprayed with. Instead settling for a more monotone and stern stare, which fit with the question he had to ask.

“So…mind me asking what’s a gangbanbing piece of shit like you doing not only in this neighborhood but here at the side of my house?”

Virgil was still shocked about the water being sprayed across his face, before even noticing the voice of Richard. He lifted himself up from the piles of bags and snarled at Richard, he wasn’t gonna take that shit from a pasty faced fag.

“Keep your fucking mouth shut before I shut it for you.”

Virgil lifted his fist, only to see it glow again in it’s purple electrical aura. He blinked noting the chang and attempted to shake his hand to try and turn it off, only for the same lid that he gathered previously, to return to his hand. Virgil for once had the same reaction at Richard who was now staring at the sight before them.

“Magnetism?”

They both said it at once, though Richard was surprised, not that he assumed that the black male was dumb by any means but to immediately point it out was something to behold. “Good, we at least both know what it is, but ignoring how goddamn cool it looks, what up with it?”

Virgil paused for a moment, seeing the electrical particles just dance around his hand. After he relaxed he say the electricity suddenly disperse and began to dissipate. “I…don’t know.” Virgil Spoke but It was Richard who began to take curiosity with it. He inched right into Virgils face and grabbed his wrist, to stare at it. “I…think I can find out, Mind staying for a while, or you don’t want to be seen with the geek?” Richard said this with Venom, Virgil knew this but at this moment it would seem that he had no other option, besides heading back to the pier with The rest of the Bloods, just didn't seem like a good idea right now.

“Honestly, that sounds relaxing at this point.”

Absolute Comics: Rebirth

Static

^{"I’ll Put a shock to your system"}

^{Virgil Ovid Hawkins ♦ June 1st, 2001 ♦ Male ♦ Hero}

C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:

Previous attempts at Static for me was to modernize him to present day. Which I still want to do; However, I felt while being knowledgeable with first hand experience of the urban jungle that Static took place in, I lost the feel of the character because of my own interpretation of these elements. My goal for now is to while creating a more modern story, make sure I can stick to the mood and flow of both the comic and TV continuities. Without losing anything in between. This will also means a few of his rogues gallery will be very different depending on what media you are used to viewing Static, (As I will admit to actually follow more of the comic book variants of the characters, while adding fillings of TV show stuff here and there.)

N O T E S:

Virgil will essentially be starting as a Year Zero, he will not be a perfect hero with a plan because he’s an idiot teenager with no clue what he WANTS to do in his life. This also means outside of his knowledge of STAR Labs (Where his father works.) He hasn’t much clue or interaction with ANY other hero. I have more than a few things planned with the villains as well in terms of escalating them into more threatening villains that they were in any of their medias but I want to stick to establishing one character before moving onto others.

My Main goal will be interaction with the more technically and scientifically minded individuals of this RP, along with more of the sillier ones. A character like this Static, is with very few influences in life and I believe for a person it's good to have someone positive to look up to. Especially when the world around you is shite. (And seeing that I am basing Dakota City on a combination of Chicago and Detriot...I will it will be appropriate.)

Absolute Comics: Rebirth

Static

^{"I’ll Put a shock to your system"}

^{Virgil Ovid Hawkins ♦ June 1st, 2001 ♦ Male ♦ Hero}

His Hearing was the first to return.

Wait…This ain’t right.

Didn’t the movies usually have your eyesight returning first? Then your hearing? Like, isn’t that how all near death scenario’s play out? Well. He was suddenly glad it wasn’t because he could hear the sirens calling and he wanted to get up, and get up quickly. His Vision however, was still a blur, so he could barely see the orange light in front of him, until he took a few moments, leaning onto a nearby wall to realize what was going on. As his sight returned and he began to actually feel the rest of his body, he saw what was going on. A Fire was now ablaze on the pier, open canisters seemingly passing around a thick gas. He looked around slowly making moves as the fire department attempted to stop the blaze.

He took one step.

And looked down on the ground.

It was a guard, his helmet charred along with half of his body. His face wasn’t visible as the helmet obscured it, but Virgil was sure he didn’t want to see it, as it was probably baked. He couldn't be sure however who had survived he could hear screams and random chatter. But It wasn’t best for him to stay about. He had to move and quickly. He quickly tucked himself in the alleyway, keeping away from the sights of the paramedics, and law enforcement. He needed time, time to make an escape. He leaned on the back of a nearby wall. Taking in a deep breath, before attempting to move again.

Only to realize he was stuck on it.

He blinked and attempted to force himself off. He grunted silently attempting not to make noise to attract himself. After a few yanks He managed to do so. Hearing a quick ripping sound. Virgil took noticed and turned around. It was a piece of his hoodie, it was now attached to the wall with a purple like energy shrouding it. He stared at it and moved closer He unzipped the rest of the hoodie and was set to throw it to the ground, only to see that it was stuck to his hand now. He attempted to shake it off, the Purple energy cackled violently like electricity. Which at this point Virgil was sure it was now. He shook his arm rapidly attempting in desperation to shake the now charred hoodie off of his hands. Succeeding after a few attempts.

“What the fuck is…”

He whispered to himself staring at his hands. Electricity danced around as he took in the sight. He stared in awe. Watching the energy flow through him, What happened back there? What exploded and how did it happen?

“I see something in the alleyway, a light!”

Suddenly Static in shock placed his hand down, He needed to get out and fast, he scrambled finding the only thing nearby was a garbage can. He ran toward it and lifted the lid ready to hide in the trash can. However the instant he grabbed the lid. He found himself going into the air. The lid still being held over his head, he began to panic and shake about. The people that have located him, a Paramedic and Two Officer ran toward the now very loud screaming only to see an African American boy with Long dreads, Shirtless, floating with a Glowing Trash Can lid in his hand. They point their guns at him ready to shoot him down. In a Panic Virgil’s scream get louder.

And then…He’s off. The trash lid flew off at a breakneck pace, with Virgil still desperately handing on. He was now 40 feet off the ground travelling a good 50 miles an hour above the burning brimstone that was now The Paris Island Docks. He was halfway toward the water when he attempted to find a more comfortable riding position. No longer struggling and instead attempting to hang on for dear life in hopes that he wasn’t going to fall in the water underneath him as he saw Dakota City in the Distance. The bridge connecting the inner city with Paris Island, he was nearing his way home…whatever this was…he was grateful to actually have discovered it.

That was until it stopped.

All of the sudden the electricity stopped running and now Virgil was now on a crash course down to Dakota City streets. He panicked seeing that he was now falling with a trash lid in his hand, he dropped it and was ready to crash down. In a pile of bags piled up in the back of a nearby house.

Absolute Comics: Rebirth

Static

^{"I’ll Put a shock to your system"}

^{Virgil Ovid Hawkins ♦ June 1st, 2001 ♦ Male ♦ Hero}

Tires screeched as their car pulled on the end of the harbor. The first young man, a corn rowed individual face shrouded with a hoodie and a blood red bandana covering the lower half down from the nose to the chin. The other Men followed suit. Some in T Shirts and ripped jeans, others in sweats. All Seemed to be armed with Smaller Arms, Either a Pistol or a Tec-9. Standard Arms for what seemed to be your common gang banger. All Except one. Which the crew was quick to notice.

“Virg? Fucks wrong with you, I thought we told you to pack heat?”

That was a problem for Virgil? Guns were not something he could just bring into his father’s house, not without him noticing. Which of course left him with a mostly melee weapon, a large machete. The Corn Rowed Individual, facepalmed.
“You know what, fuck it. We gotta move. Look as far as we know Security is gonna be tight in this place, we have to be careful and make sure we aren’t seen, Everyone got their silencers?” The other Gang Members nodded and Stared at their leader waiting for him to respond. “Aiight, We move now.” They slowly made their way into the Harbor, toward the first pier. A nearby storage facility was what they were looking for. Security guards seemed to be crowding the facility.

However it would seemed that they made one miscalucation.

These were not normal guards. It took Virgil to notice it, normal guards weren’t armed with much on Paris Island, maybe the cheap pistol or a stun-gun at best. But these guards were packing serious shit. A Small laser rifle for one, and seemed to be decked to the brim with heavy armor. Virgil blinked at stared at the rest of his compatriots.

“Bruh, who the fuck are we stealing from Ebon?”

Ebon Turned around looking at Virgil as if he had just asked him the worst question imaginable “Who fucking cares Virg? Now come one, we finna get active, Split up and see if we can find an opening to get…” The cornrowed male was interrupted when he heard a gun cock

“Get What, Nigga?”

It was at that Moment that Virgil felt cold steel near his head, He froze at that instant, and while Ebon was set to put his gun up. It would seem however they were surrounded. About 10 other individuals, decked in purple hoodies and blue jeans now stood around them. It was at that Moment that Ebon had realize this was a set up.

“Drop your heat Slobs.”

“Fuck.” Was Ebon's only response

Ebon and the rest did so, Virgil setting his knife on the ground.

“You nigga thought you were the only ones who knew about this? Y’all late, we’ve been up on this for months now.”

Ebon stared at one of the boys, another dreadheaded male with red tips and snarled. “Leonard! What the fuck?!”

“Nigga, Who do you think told us?”

Suddenly Leonard’s own Pistol was now pointing Square at Ebon’s head. Virgil at this point was beginning to shake. Suddenly, joining Ebon in this trade did not seem like the best idea in the world. Friends or not, this just seemed to be going badly. Ebon however was more pissed that the deal had gone awry. “You think I’m just gonna let you take my crew out Busta, Nah I ain’t going out like that, and You Leonard?” He pointed at the man with a scowl, forgoing the gun that was still at his temple.

“You’re fucking dead.”

Leonard did not hesitate and he was set to pull the trigger.

“Hey! What the hell is this?”

Guards, and they seemed to be packing just as much.

“Fuck, Force Squad, Retreat!”

The Rival Gangs began to spread Out, Leonard Following suit. However Ebon had Begun to trail him, set to take out the turncoat whether it killed however, This left Virgil. and The Rest with the guards. Shots began to fire, laser weaponry being blasted alongside normal ballistics, Virgil took off attempting to run away from the scuffle and avoid his untimely death. The Docks however was filled to the brim with guards, even as he took off every corner and every pier end was filled with them. It was a wonder that Ebon thought they could steal from them successfully. Let alone without someone else finding out.

What he didn’t expect the Guards to have however, was flashbangs. Which is what surprised Virgil when he was suddenly blinded and his hearing suddenly halted. He covered his ears and knelt to the ground waiting for it all to come back, however before he could even react. His arm was grabbed and it was clear that he was caught.

“Hold on Kid Where do you think you’re go…”

Then…everything went from White to Black.

Absolute Comics: Rebirth

Static

^{"I’ll Put a shock to your system"}

^{Virgil Ovid Hawkins ♦ June 1st, 2001 ♦ Male ♦ Hero}

C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:

Previous attempts at Static for me was to modernize him to present day. Which I still want to do; However, I felt while being knowledgeable with first hand experience of the urban jungle that Static took place in, I lost the feel of the character because of my own interpretation of these elements. My goal for now is to while creating a more modern story, make sure I can stick to the mood and flow of both the comic and TV continuities. Without losing anything in between. This will also means a few of his rogues gallery will be very different depending on what media you are used to viewing Static, (As I will admit to actually follow more of the comic book variants of the characters, while adding fillings of TV show stuff here and there.)

N O T E S:

Virgil will essentially be starting as a Year Zero, he will not be a perfect hero with a plan because he’s an idiot teenager with no clue what he WANTS to do in his life. This also means outside of his knowledge of STAR Labs (Where his father works.) He hasn’t much clue or interaction with ANY other hero. I have more than a few things planned with the villains as well in terms of escalating them into more threatening villains that they were in any of their medias but I want to stick to establishing one character before moving onto others.

My Main goal will be interaction with the more technically and scientifically minded individuals of this RP, along with more of the sillier ones. A character like this Static, is with very few influences in life and I believe for a person it's good to have someone positive to look up to. Especially when the world around you is shite. (And seeing that I am basing Dakota City on a combination of Chicago and Detriot...I will it will be appropriate.)

Absolute Comics: A Brave New World

Prologue
Dakota City, 11:20PM

CRAAAASH!

The sudden sound of a door being smash though bellowed through the air, A young boy, no older than 16 was now backing away from what was now a completely shattered door. He attempted to run full stop, which he did succeed at doing. However, what he was running from was just as fast…even faster. The Boy grew into a panic seeing that he could no longer run from it in his own home and needing to find a way to escape. Nervous and with short breath, he proceeded to look around to see that the only way out of his house was the fire exit toward the roof. He took the Opportunity moving to the window and outside to the fire escape, He proceeded to head up the metal stairs, the clanging of his timberland boots hitting the steel stairs as he elevated himself upon the rooptop.

But He was still followed, his own shadow seemingly sliding up the stairs effortlessly without even moving a beat. The Young man, Stared at a nearby building and saw his only hope. It was a few feet away but easily jumpable. With a sprint, he proceeded to run to the edge of the building, before taking one leap, landing on the other. While it wasn’t the cleanest landing, it still gave him room and a chance to escape. One he was not willing to waste. He kept his running pace, his haggard breathing becoming faster and more panicked. He moved toward the next building and attempted another leap…

Only to find his legs grabbed by a black Miasma.

He was caught.

The figure became to form from the Ethereal black mist, Forming into a humanoid shape, Grey and black adorned the form as he laughed at the man. “Oh, you thought you was just gon take off huh, nigga?” The Creature slowly took the young boy toward the edge of the roof. “Nah, It ain’t going down like that, You know what happens to snitches right?”

“Nigga, The Fuck you talki-“

“Shut the fuck up, bitch. Think I’m going to believe you, I saw the papers, I heard your plea deal, Tell them I got the connect and take me down right?” He laughed as he saw the young boy cower in fear, As the young boy slowly realized who he was. "E...Ebon?" The young man eyes widened in shock as he realized that he had been found out. Maybe it wasn't too late maybe he could reason with...whatever Ebon had become. "Bruh, It Ain't even Like that man I was Ju-" He was interrupted again. “Oh Yeah, didn’t think I was there right, I heard it all. I am everywhere little nigga, My ears are all over these streets.” He then inched the boy down letting go slowly to his ankle, loosening his grip more, and more. The Child began to panic.

“Please bruh, Don’t take me out man, I swear I won't say a word I-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

He didn’t get to finish, as the figure had already let him go, letting the young boy body fall. The sound of the young man scream as he quickly dropped to the ground, was swiftly accompanied by the horrid sound of the body hitting the pavement below.

Krrrraaaaaaak!
The sound of broken bones and punctured flesh echoed in the alleyway in which he fell in. The shadowy figure stared down at the body the face now lacking any definition could not betray the cold emotion the creature felt. There were more, and they would all pay for their insubordination.

Absolute Comics: A Brave New World

Static

^{"I’ll Put a Shock to your System!"}

^{Virgil Hawkins ♦ B I R T H D August 12th 2000 ( 16) ♦ Male ♦ Good}

C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:

My main goal for Virgil is a combination of Three easy things.

1. To find a fair middle ground between the original Comic Static, and The DCAU Static, without contradicting the style of either.
2. A More Modern, but still in character backstory, that keeps focus with the DCAU’s Effects of the Bang Babies, and streamlining them to the main world as well.
3. To create a contrast between the more high scale super villainy and the more urban side of crime, going for both a more urban crime drama direction while keeping Virgil’s side of the story relatively light.

My first goal is to establish Dakota City as a massively corrupt city, a city riddled mostly with small petty crimes that isn’t REALLY full of full on Supervillainy, but more urban crime up until the Rise of Ebon.

Ebon I want to be used sort of Like Bishop from Juice, a man who came across the power to change his destiny, regardless of those that get in his way, especially with his fear of his former gang members. From there I will start his slow takeover of Dakota City, into a more Supervillian and higher leveled threat

Static Himself I want to have more personal growth for him, going for the a loudmouth, but mallable young boy into a more confident super genius that could in his own wake rival other genius level intellects in the Universe

N O T E S:

Main Goal with Static is to not just have him attract The Titans with his heroics, but to see him grow out of his past life in my Canon as a Former Gang member into something more. where he could find himself and experiment more with both hero interaction, and his then growing scientific mind.

Everything with Static Takes place in the current day, and Dakota City is based on Modern Day Detroit, Michigan (The very same City in which Dakota City was based off of.)

Most of his and the rest of the Bang Baby's Origins and backstory are interconnected and will be revealed thoughout most of Static's Plotline.

Absolute Comics: A Brave New World

Wrong Place it seems.

Maximum Comics – Insurrection \ CLOSED

“Da Fuck is goin on?” His vernacular had changed since he ran out of the house, from the proper talking that he was told to do around his dad, to the Ebonics heavy accent he had now. Virgil’s eyes locked to his hand, Purple cracks of light seemed to be bouncing out of his hand, in shock he attempted to shake it off, whist still walking down the street. It proved to be ineffective, people staring at the dreadheaded kid as if he was having some sort of seizure. Of Course Virgil noticed this and proceeded to try and run off, he certainly wasn’t looking for attention like this, He proceeded to run into a nearby alleyway. Still trying to fight the electricity that proceeded to spread across his entire body now, It was almost like fighting an invisible enemy As if it was just as equally ineffective to try it in secret as it was out in the open. He found himself bumping into a trashcan, the lid of the can stayed floating in the air, the same purplish electric aura surround it as it did the covers from earlier.

He stared and looked at his hand, then focused back on the trashcan? ‘Can I?’ His hand moved up toward the air, the trashcan lid following suit. Magnetism, was that what this was? He continued to slowly trail his hand in the air, the lid following the trail. His eyes lit up in wonder at the sight, He then looked at the other hand and lookd closely at the trash compactor nearby? Could he possibly lift that as well? He decided to give it a shot, the purple electrical aura surrounded the trashcan, He hand lifting in the air, It seemed to slowly lift off the ground, but he struggled to keep it up there, his arm felt like it could give out at any moment . he quickly dropped it, instantly finding out what his limits were. With a lost breath he sat himself down on the trash lid, which was still up in the air…It took him a second for him to realize this, However when he did, his blood begin to stir, a smile stretched across his face.

Later…

New York perception of a huge city, mostly comes from tourist. While Staten Island was not a major tourist attraction it still Home to many landmarks, Specifically The St George Theater and the FDR Boardwalk, Where kids seemed to be playing around. They all seemed to be having fun, playing with a ball on the pier, whist their parents haphazardly watched and took pictures of them, so in short it were having a semi good time. So was Virgil, who was now zooming across the boardwalk at nearly light speed. The Trash Lid he sat on earlier now being used as a sort of levitation device. One could hear his screams of enjoyment from the rush of flight. He narrowly avoided hitting the kids as he flew past them, leaving them all standing there in awe in what they had just witnessed, While Virgil himself flew back into the skies.

“This is the best Idea I ever came up with!” He yelled. He looked down at the people below him, the rush of the height getting to him. Everything seemed so small down there, almost like he was Superman looking down at the people below…It was…partially relaxing, but scary how many people seemed to be in this city. He completely lost himself In the sight below that he didn’t look at the sight in front. You see, When you don’t watch the road you tend to forget that you’re flying back into the city, in this case, Virgil’s face was now on a crash collision with a nearby window, which due to his lack of attention he crashed into, glass shattering instantly and him flying into the room of what was a white male, said male now backed up to a nearby wall, wondering why his bully from school, the guy who he had patched up yesterday after being threatened by him, managed to crash through his window.

“VIRGIL!?”