Static Shock Test
Prologue:
"Sharon! For the last time, I am not eating yo' egg smoothies!"
"Son, eat your breakfast."
"Breakfast?! toi call this breakfast?" the teen asked, indicating his plate. "I call it a smoothie! And Sharon should've added strawberries! And a glass."
"You know that is exactly how momma used to cook them!"
"Strange. I don't remember having to eat her's with a spoon!"
"Son, just eat. The school bus'll be here any minute."
"Yes, pops." the boy a dit dejectedly.
The strife over breakfast between Sharon and Virgil Hawkins was not uncommon in the Hawkins household. The fifteen an old African-American constantly rejected his seventeen an old sister's food. His complaint was it wasn't "how momma cooked it".
After eating his eggs, and making a point to slurp loudly as he did, the teen stumbled up the stairs to grab his backpack and finish cleaning up. Virgil walked into the bathroom and ran a hand through his dreadlocks. He tried shaking them up, but that made it look like he slept on them funny, so he gave it up.
The boy wasn't bad looking. He was firm and muscular, his body was shaped like that of a superhero, and he still couldn't grow a beard.
"Hey! Catnip!" Sharon called from downstairs. "You done shaving those three whiskers?"
Virgil slammed the door shut and picked up his father's razor. He activated it and ran it over his chin, muttering a rap as he did.
"Hey!" Sharon called again, opening the door. "The bus will be here in five minutes. Hurry up!"
"Oh, shove off!" Virgil said. "You just want in so toi can waste thirty minutes in the shower!"
"I do not! I need to use this room!"
"What for?" Virgil asked with a smirk upon his youthful face.
"For taking a shower!" Sharon exclaimed. "And...um.... Brushing my teeth!"
"Sure," Virgil said, turning back to the mirror to admire his freshly shaved chin and adding his final witty retort. "Cucumber eyes."
"Ooohhh!!!" Sharon exclaimed, clenching her fists. Virgil walked out, a smug look on his face.
"And will toi put a chemise on?" Sharon called after him. "We all know you've been working out at the gym! No need to montrer that one and a half muscle off!"
"Well at least I'm trying to look masculine!" Virgil called. He screamed and shut his door as a hair dryer flew at it.
"Dude!"
Virgil screamed again. He looked up to see his caucasian friend floating outside his window, in full green-white costume.
"Richie! Man, toi scared me to death!" Virgil said, standing up.
"Me ou your sister?" Richie smirked.
Virgil glowered at him.
"Anyway, straight to the point: put on your tights, Hotstreak's downtown. He partnered with a few other metas and is terrorizing a mall."
"Which meta-humans?" Virgil asked as he ducked into his closet to change.
"Aquamaria, Puff, Onyx, Ebon..." Richie rattled off the junior criminal's names as he counted them on his fingers.
"Whoah, Ebon?" Virgil's voice came from the closet. "I thought Mr. Shadows was in meta-jail."
"Yeah, well, so were all the others. Someone broke them all out."
"Who?"
"Dunno."
Virgil emerged from his closet dressed in full static costume: black sleeveless t-shirt with a yellow lighting bolt over a cercle of the same color. Black pants, yellow utility belt, white and blue mask along with his navy blue trench manteau proclaimed him Dakota City's hero: Static Shock.
"Let's go." Virgil said, pulling out his disk and hopping on it. He and Gear flew off towards downtown, where a smoke nuage was rising.
WHADDAYA THINK? SHOULD I CONTINUE?
Prologue:
"Sharon! For the last time, I am not eating yo' egg smoothies!"
"Son, eat your breakfast."
"Breakfast?! toi call this breakfast?" the teen asked, indicating his plate. "I call it a smoothie! And Sharon should've added strawberries! And a glass."
"You know that is exactly how momma used to cook them!"
"Strange. I don't remember having to eat her's with a spoon!"
"Son, just eat. The school bus'll be here any minute."
"Yes, pops." the boy a dit dejectedly.
The strife over breakfast between Sharon and Virgil Hawkins was not uncommon in the Hawkins household. The fifteen an old African-American constantly rejected his seventeen an old sister's food. His complaint was it wasn't "how momma cooked it".
After eating his eggs, and making a point to slurp loudly as he did, the teen stumbled up the stairs to grab his backpack and finish cleaning up. Virgil walked into the bathroom and ran a hand through his dreadlocks. He tried shaking them up, but that made it look like he slept on them funny, so he gave it up.
The boy wasn't bad looking. He was firm and muscular, his body was shaped like that of a superhero, and he still couldn't grow a beard.
"Hey! Catnip!" Sharon called from downstairs. "You done shaving those three whiskers?"
Virgil slammed the door shut and picked up his father's razor. He activated it and ran it over his chin, muttering a rap as he did.
"Hey!" Sharon called again, opening the door. "The bus will be here in five minutes. Hurry up!"
"Oh, shove off!" Virgil said. "You just want in so toi can waste thirty minutes in the shower!"
"I do not! I need to use this room!"
"What for?" Virgil asked with a smirk upon his youthful face.
"For taking a shower!" Sharon exclaimed. "And...um.... Brushing my teeth!"
"Sure," Virgil said, turning back to the mirror to admire his freshly shaved chin and adding his final witty retort. "Cucumber eyes."
"Ooohhh!!!" Sharon exclaimed, clenching her fists. Virgil walked out, a smug look on his face.
"And will toi put a chemise on?" Sharon called after him. "We all know you've been working out at the gym! No need to montrer that one and a half muscle off!"
"Well at least I'm trying to look masculine!" Virgil called. He screamed and shut his door as a hair dryer flew at it.
"Dude!"
Virgil screamed again. He looked up to see his caucasian friend floating outside his window, in full green-white costume.
"Richie! Man, toi scared me to death!" Virgil said, standing up.
"Me ou your sister?" Richie smirked.
Virgil glowered at him.
"Anyway, straight to the point: put on your tights, Hotstreak's downtown. He partnered with a few other metas and is terrorizing a mall."
"Which meta-humans?" Virgil asked as he ducked into his closet to change.
"Aquamaria, Puff, Onyx, Ebon..." Richie rattled off the junior criminal's names as he counted them on his fingers.
"Whoah, Ebon?" Virgil's voice came from the closet. "I thought Mr. Shadows was in meta-jail."
"Yeah, well, so were all the others. Someone broke them all out."
"Who?"
"Dunno."
Virgil emerged from his closet dressed in full static costume: black sleeveless t-shirt with a yellow lighting bolt over a cercle of the same color. Black pants, yellow utility belt, white and blue mask along with his navy blue trench manteau proclaimed him Dakota City's hero: Static Shock.
"Let's go." Virgil said, pulling out his disk and hopping on it. He and Gear flew off towards downtown, where a smoke nuage was rising.
WHADDAYA THINK? SHOULD I CONTINUE?
Eyes:
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
That's right! I'm still waiting on the description from Robin_Love, but the suivant Young Justice Episode has some spoilers and news.
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive mur posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive mur posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
Copy
"WELL I FEEL FUCKING COPIED" -Mclovin_69
Guys, lets be serious. Since Artemis got pregnant, at least 10 (if not more) OCs have gotton pregnant.
Mclovin and I came up with the unique, never-before-used RP idea together and its kind of annoying toi guys continue to copy.
I know it sounds kind of cocky and full of ourselves but weather toi conciously knew what toi were doing ou not. toi did.
Honestly, me and Mclovin aren't very happy with it. And sick of our idea being used and no one ever even asked if they could. They just took it.
And in general, when toi copy anyone. Its so irritating to see someone take your idea toi worked to come up with. So guys. Come up with your own ideas. I know toi can do it. toi guys come up with your own OCs so make your own ideas.
"WELL I FEEL FUCKING COPIED" -Mclovin_69
Guys, lets be serious. Since Artemis got pregnant, at least 10 (if not more) OCs have gotton pregnant.
Mclovin and I came up with the unique, never-before-used RP idea together and its kind of annoying toi guys continue to copy.
I know it sounds kind of cocky and full of ourselves but weather toi conciously knew what toi were doing ou not. toi did.
Honestly, me and Mclovin aren't very happy with it. And sick of our idea being used and no one ever even asked if they could. They just took it.
And in general, when toi copy anyone. Its so irritating to see someone take your idea toi worked to come up with. So guys. Come up with your own ideas. I know toi can do it. toi guys come up with your own OCs so make your own ideas.