Morning Rituals – Virgil
Virgil's morning rituals weren't really morning rituals. They were more early afternoon or late morning rituals, however you wanted to phrase 10:30am. His alarm clock was set for 7:30 and its morning tune could be heard ringing throughout the house, whether it be one of Beethoven's symphonies or Schubert's preludes. But while everyone in the Tracy household heard it, it failed to reach Virgil's ears. If it did, the music probably lulled him back to sleep more than anything else.
But once Virgil had finally entangled himself from his messy blankets, he did have somewhat of a ritual. He made his bed, not even coming close to his older brother's meticulousness. Walking past his closet mirror, he glanced at his bed-ridden hair and the pillow marks on his left cheek. But Virgil wasn't really paying attention. He was never properly awake until after he had finished his shower. Slowly, he pulled his favourite outfit – a red plaid shirt and denim jeans – out of his closet and mindlessly trudged to the bathroom which was attached to his bedroom.
Before, he had shut the door however, he heard his bedroom door fling open and Gordon's voice saying, "Hey Virg, I'm waxing Thunderbird Four's hull. I'll see you down in ten, k?"
Virgil just shut the door again. Anyone who knew Virgil, knew how grumpy he could be after he had just woken up. Obviously, Gordon wasn't aware of the time of day and had continued to be his usual loud and garish self. What he said next was lost to Virgil's ears as he sighed softly under the soft pelting of hot, steamy water. If Scott was at an extreme, Virgil was on the other end of the spectrum. In seconds, the entire bathroom was engulfed in water vapour and Virgil could barely see a metre in front of his face.
Lost deep in his own thoughts, his shower took him eons to complete. Only a few things could've interrupted him just then; a rescue operation or Scott's temper tantrum when he finds out that Gordon and Alan had swapped his conditioner for another more unpleasant substance. But Virgil mused that the two youngest brothers had never gone quite that far as to mess with Scott's hair gel. Virgil hoped that day would never come.
Finally, leaving the boiling shower, Virgil pulled on his clothes and did his hair in two minutes flat; still managing to get a perfect wave of hair. He smirked in the mirror knowing how much that fact annoyed Scott who spent so long grooming his own hair.
Virgil headed out of the bathroom and looked around, only now realising how messy his bedroom actually was. Walking over to his bed, he tried to salvage his poor bed-making skills then gave up and went downstairs. He headed towards Tracy Island's kitchen, picked up a bagel and wolfed it down. There was no one in sight which meant that they were probably all busy. Dusting off the crumbs into the bin, Virgil looked around for a quiet spot. The nearest was the lounge and he dropped to the floor and started doing some fast-paced push-ups. For Virgil, no morning ritual was ever really complete without a workout to get him fully energised and ready to face the day.
