<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/be/9d/af/be9daf287d1d8546eb504c0c705f58ee.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/3ibRLkx.jpg?1)</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>  Lightning</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Virgil considered himself like Teflon. He was pretty tough, and tended to let things slide right off. But ever since he'd met Jefferson, started being mentored by him into becoming a better hero than just a kid from Detroit trying his best and losing, he could feel the tension between himself and Jennifer. And he understood why. A total stranger with similar powers to her getting trained up by her father, the famous Black Lightning.<br/><br/> While she was constantly told to stay home, train in safety, and that he'd take her out when she was ready. He could understand the frustration, but he wished Jenn would take a step back and look at things from his perspective. He was the victim <em>and</em> end result of a science experiment gone wrong that resulted in the deaths of hundreds. He had no one back home to train him or show him the right way to do things. He was alone out there, putting his all on the line, and even heroes needed help. <br/><br/>Jeff saw that and decided to be that help. But at the same time, he had no problems putting Virgil in the field because Virgil wasn't his little girl. He'd feel bad if he got hurt or killed, awful even. But it wouldn't sting like if he lost his own flesh and blood. That was the divide between them, and it didn't need to be there. If he could just talk to her for a while, he was sure he and she could at least get on good terms. There was a connection there. A vibe that he could feel. But it was buried underneath all the animosity.<br/><br/> So with all that between them, imagine Virgil surprised when she asked him if he wanted to go out and get something to eat with her. He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. And before he could think of a response, she was out the door following the command of the police. "Hmmm. Okay, was <em>not</em> expecting that, but it's cool. Progress." Rubbing his hands together, he shot a tendril of lightning out that connected all the goons, then hovered them into the air and floated them out the door one by one until they were all laying on the ground, surrounded by cops. "Officers, thank you for the rapid response. <br/><br/>I'm Static, this is Lightning. And we took down all these guys. This is everyone that was present. All the weapons are back in the warehouse, and all their files are on a computer I left unlocked for you guys to go through. All they need now is a pretty bow and we can call this a good Christmas gift, huh? Promotions all around, maybe?"A good thing about Virgil's constant flow of sarcasm, comedy, and quips was that while the bad guys hated it, anyone on his side couldn't help but get caught up in his infectiously funny ways.<br/><br/> And he could already see the police calming down. As the officers went about handcuffing and zip-tying all the goons, he walked over to Jenn. "I'd love to," he said when he got close to her. "Go out. To eat with you. I'd love to. It's about time we actually got to really know each other." While he'd always wanted to get closer to Jeff's family, it didn't hurt that Jenn was drop-dead gorgeous.<br/></span><br/>