Dozens of commuters passed Declan in the busy underground station. He leaned against a wall, out of their way. None paid attention to him as they went on their ways, ignoring him as if he were invisible. He preferred it that way.
A boy played guitar, gitaa a few feet off and a girl sang along. The song sounded familiar to Declan, but he was too caught up in replaying the scenes from the night before to pay enough attention to recall it.
Infiltrating the sweet, shutting off the power, attacking the men, and leaving all in five minutes. And collecting the photos, files, and all the information on himself and the five others.
Declan had destroyed them all. Burnt them to ashes. All except the one picture he held in his hand.
He sneaked a glance at it now.
There were a row of shops lining the street. The lighting was bad; it must have been taken early in the morning.
Centered in the picha was a girl in a school uniform: plaid skirt, bleach-white dress shirt, blazer, high socks, and a blue gold-striped tie. Her long, fair hair fell past her shoulders in a curtain, tucked back behind her ear.
The tarehe in the corner was from a few years zamani and the girl looked about 11. The text vitabu she carried looked heavy, but her posture was straight and unburdened. Almost defying.
There was something familiar in the way she held herself high, the smile she wore friendly and warm even as alertness sparked her eyes. Declan almost thought she looked like... But he couldn't think that, couldn't get his hopes up. But one thing was for certain: this kid was one of the five other targets. And he needed to find her.
He flipped the picture over and looked at the numbers scribbled on the back. Coordinates to, according to Google Earth, Gotham City.
Declan checked his watch before pushing off the wall, slinging his back pack over his shoulder, and boarding the nearest subway.
Right before the doors shut, the song the two teens played drifted to him.
I'm coming home,
I'm coming home.
Tell the world,
I'm coming home.
A boy played guitar, gitaa a few feet off and a girl sang along. The song sounded familiar to Declan, but he was too caught up in replaying the scenes from the night before to pay enough attention to recall it.
Infiltrating the sweet, shutting off the power, attacking the men, and leaving all in five minutes. And collecting the photos, files, and all the information on himself and the five others.
Declan had destroyed them all. Burnt them to ashes. All except the one picture he held in his hand.
He sneaked a glance at it now.
There were a row of shops lining the street. The lighting was bad; it must have been taken early in the morning.
Centered in the picha was a girl in a school uniform: plaid skirt, bleach-white dress shirt, blazer, high socks, and a blue gold-striped tie. Her long, fair hair fell past her shoulders in a curtain, tucked back behind her ear.
The tarehe in the corner was from a few years zamani and the girl looked about 11. The text vitabu she carried looked heavy, but her posture was straight and unburdened. Almost defying.
There was something familiar in the way she held herself high, the smile she wore friendly and warm even as alertness sparked her eyes. Declan almost thought she looked like... But he couldn't think that, couldn't get his hopes up. But one thing was for certain: this kid was one of the five other targets. And he needed to find her.
He flipped the picture over and looked at the numbers scribbled on the back. Coordinates to, according to Google Earth, Gotham City.
Declan checked his watch before pushing off the wall, slinging his back pack over his shoulder, and boarding the nearest subway.
Right before the doors shut, the song the two teens played drifted to him.
I'm coming home,
I'm coming home.
Tell the world,
I'm coming home.
Daily Episode
siku Forty-Five:
WARNING: Today's Daily Episode contains racism. Not much, just a man being mean and talking about African Americans in a hateful way. Just thought I should warn you. :)
Static Shock Episode Seven: "Sons of the Fathers"
Link: link
Summary: Richie invites Virgil to stay the night at his house. Unfortunately his father arrives nyumbani early, and it is revealed that Mr. Foley is a racist who dislikes African-Americans. After Virgil leaves, Richie yells at his father and runs away, resulting in his capture kwa Ebon.
siku Forty-Five:
WARNING: Today's Daily Episode contains racism. Not much, just a man being mean and talking about African Americans in a hateful way. Just thought I should warn you. :)
Static Shock Episode Seven: "Sons of the Fathers"
Link: link
Summary: Richie invites Virgil to stay the night at his house. Unfortunately his father arrives nyumbani early, and it is revealed that Mr. Foley is a racist who dislikes African-Americans. After Virgil leaves, Richie yells at his father and runs away, resulting in his capture kwa Ebon.
Daily Episode
siku Forty-Seven:
Static Shock Episode Six: "The New Kid"
Link: link
Summary: Virgil gets accepted into the Vanmoor Institute only to find out he is being used as a tool to capture Static kwa geniuses Mr. Specs and Mr. Trapper, both of whom work for Edwin Alva. However, Virgil gets a new friend and ally in his fellow student daisy Watkins.
Okay. Wow. I can even remember how many important characters and recurring characters are brought in today. Of course, this may seem familiar if wewe read the New 52 Static Shock series where Virgil joins nyota Labs. Sorta similar, but still different. Enjoy and have a great day!!!
siku Forty-Seven:
Static Shock Episode Six: "The New Kid"
Link: link
Summary: Virgil gets accepted into the Vanmoor Institute only to find out he is being used as a tool to capture Static kwa geniuses Mr. Specs and Mr. Trapper, both of whom work for Edwin Alva. However, Virgil gets a new friend and ally in his fellow student daisy Watkins.
Okay. Wow. I can even remember how many important characters and recurring characters are brought in today. Of course, this may seem familiar if wewe read the New 52 Static Shock series where Virgil joins nyota Labs. Sorta similar, but still different. Enjoy and have a great day!!!
Daily Episode
siku Forty-Eight:
Static Shock Episode Five: "They're Playing my Song"
Link: link
Summary: A meta-human named Adam Evans, Rubberband Man, attempts to get revenge on Ice Pack, a rapper who aliiba a song he wrote. Virgil gets a job at Burger Fool and loses it when he had to sneak out to take care of business as Static.
SOOO sorry this took so long!!!!!! I watched it this morning and totally forgot to put it up!!!! Anyway: the moral of this episode is never steal. Especially from a powerful meta-human with a lame name.
siku Forty-Eight:
Static Shock Episode Five: "They're Playing my Song"
Link: link
Summary: A meta-human named Adam Evans, Rubberband Man, attempts to get revenge on Ice Pack, a rapper who aliiba a song he wrote. Virgil gets a job at Burger Fool and loses it when he had to sneak out to take care of business as Static.
SOOO sorry this took so long!!!!!! I watched it this morning and totally forgot to put it up!!!! Anyway: the moral of this episode is never steal. Especially from a powerful meta-human with a lame name.
Can wewe blame me? This is kinda what Fin's P.O.V in 5 years when Arty dies... It's fun if wewe read it like you'd be imba Twinkle, Twinkle.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How wewe seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
wewe grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
sour, wamekula notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s utoto swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old Marafiki can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what wewe see
What is it wewe saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How wewe seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
wewe grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
sour, wamekula notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s utoto swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old Marafiki can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what wewe see
What is it wewe saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
I made a promise to you,
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see