Name: Static<br/>Location: San Francisco / Titan Tower<br/>Tagged: Open<br/>Time: Sunday Morning<br/><br/>Virgil hadn't expected to be here but with the invite to come to the group.  Whatelse did he had going on?  Going home wasn't an option and he was still interested in helping people.  The JL/JSA wasn't an option the chance to hang out with people his own age left this as the only viable option.  He had his bag and his boombox as he stood at the door, blasting his Naughty by Nature....<<Hey Ho....Hey hoo.>>  It was morning these people couldn't sleep all day.  If he woke people this way he could at least she the faces of everyone here.<br/><br/>He stood at the front door realizing this place still felt like home.  More fun than being the lone kid kickin A and takin names.  He missed the old hood somedays.  Other days he was glad to be gone.  Out here maybe amongst friends he could definitely try to do some good for sure.<br/>