<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/be/9d/af/be9daf287d1d8546eb504c0c705f58ee.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d4/99/08/d49908be2037d5a32abb0ef1f172a7b1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Virgil Hawkins | Static (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035995#msg15035995)<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Gucci shoes, gucci belt, designer jeans, custom jean vest and black tank top &gt; Hero Uniform<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> Saturday, August 22nd<br/><strong>TIME:</strong> 3:30am<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Happy Hour[Bar] &gt; Scene of the Crime<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Drunken good times, quick sobering up, crankiness<br/>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ain't No Rest For The Wicked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKtsdZs9LJo)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Closed, Lightning</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">It was now Saturday, and had been for a few hours, but Virgil was enjoying himself at the "Happy Hour", a bar that took full advantage of the location name, and was one of the main hot spots for the younger crowd in Happy Harbor. Twenty-One and up of course. He'd been here all night, as there weren't any missions, he was ahead of his workload back at the labs by nearly two whole weeks, and he didn't have any inspired projects back home to keep him cooped up in his lab in Mt. Justice. And despite just how busy Virgil seemed to stay, he was a firm believer of all work, no play make's you a dull boy. <br/><br/>So when he had a chance to cut loose, he did. Just like now when he was on his...fourth shot and whatever else he'd been drinking that night. At the moment, he had a small crowd drawn around him, as he'd taken a page from Zach's book and was doing some "magic", although Virgil's was far more scientific than mystical. Magnetism making coins on a table do tricks as he ran his hand underneath. Using the strip to swipe someones credit card from their wallet from across the room. No matter what he did though, the crowd was lovin' it, and he figured he could probably make decent money at this if he wasn't already paid extremely well by S.T.A.R. . But it was still fun, no doubt about that. <br/><br/>"Okay, okay, okay. Next trick. Uhhhhh. Oooh, I got it. Who in here <em>can't</em> dance? Like, if you get on the dancefloor, people who genuinely care about you will make sure you get right back off?" No one liked to admit they couldn't dance, but a heavier set guy had the courage to shoot his hand up, so Virgil pointed to him and called him forward. "One brave volunteer, here we go. Watch out though ladies. When I'm done, this man is gonna blow your mind." He reached into his pocket and pulled out some ferrous shavings(he always kept them just in case he needed to get creative), then blew on them in his hand and sprinkled them on the man's shoes.<br/><br/> After that he sprinkled some on his hands and legs, then rubbed it all in. "DJ, drop a beat!" The bartender nodded, reaching down to his phone and picking a song that started to boom through the speakers. "Come on, dude. Get loose," Virgil told his assistant, so the chubby man started nodding, bobbing his head, trying to get into the groove. But it was obvious he didn't think he could do anything. That was, until Virgil stepped back and reached out. He grabbed hold of all the metal on his body, as well as the extra shavings, and then Virgil went to work. <br/><br/>He found the beat and twisted his fingers like a puppeteer, making the man bust a <em>fucking</em> move (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDbI1HRi0Bc) like no one had ever seen him before. When the song was over, he was standing there, sweating, and looking around confused at the moves his body had just made without his permission. "HOLY SHIT! DID YOU GUYS SEE THAT?! DID YOU SEE ME DO THAT FLIP?! OH MY GOD THAT'S FUCKING CRAZY!!!" The chubby guy seemed to be Virgil's new biggest fan and started clapping loudly before walking over and wrapping him in a hug.<br/><br/> "Don't crush me, dude. It's just magic," Virgil wheezed out as he patted his back. The crowd was loving it, and he was loving the crowd, but then his pocket started to buzz and an annoying alarm klaxon went off in his ear piece. Grabbing his phone, he read the alert, and it said a large group of men were in a government only area of the docks, and seemed to be unloading all sorts of equipment and weapons. He was the closest, so his communicator had gotten priority. It seemed there was no rest for the wicked. "Alright folks, somethin' has come up and I've gotta go. But I'll be back tomorrow night. And if anyone can figure out one of my tricks...rounds on me!" <br/><br/>The crowd whooped him out the building, and when he turned the corner, he took off at a full sprint. When he was sure no one was around, he pulled out a small phial that held his uniform. He opened it and the fabric shot out as a tiny shape that rapidly expanded to it's actual size. He grabbed it in his electrical field and opened it up while he ran. By this point he was a master at dressing on the go, and in moments he was fully suited up and flying into the air on his saucer. <br/><br/>----------A Few Minutes Later------------<br/><br/>The docks anywhere was a maze of buildings, shipping containers, boats, and vehicles. But if you had a map, it was as easy to navigate as...well any area you had a map for. Good thing for Virgil his goggles could instantly bring up info like layouts and things on his HUD. So it didn't take him long to find the chunk of the dockyard with a bunch of red x's scattered all over it. It just <em>screamed</em> Federal, so that was the only place he headed. <br/><br/>One of the biggest warehouses, painted pitch black with a big #51 on it's side was their taget, and several trucks were parked out front in various states of being loaded up. Static being the sneaky sneak that he was, flew in high, coming down silently and magnetizing himself to the roof so he could look down through the skylight. <br/><br/>At first glance he saw over a dozen men, all armed with pistols, rifles, etc... None of that was an issue for him, but to play it safe, he tagged everyone in sight so he'd know their movement patterns before he decided to go in. He only needed to find the leader. Take him out first, and then follow up with his boys and they'd go down like stereotypical movie bad guys. This wouldn't be a bad bust for his first solo gig in Happy Harbor <em>and</em> as part of Young Justice.<br/><br/></span>