<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NY7x4dO.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Mortimer "Toad" Toynbee (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=252855.msg12504715#msg12504715)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 28, 2016 / 14:15 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Xavier School / Headmistress Office<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Torn black jeans, well worn, but clean. A loose, ill fitting, black T-shirt. Black, cheap sunglasses that are heavily marked and scratched. Black finger-less gloves that protect his hands on when he hops and moves along the ground.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Storm<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Toad paced the hallway for a long time before deciding what he was going to do and say. It had been hard finally coming to the school and swearing loyalty to the X-Men. It wasn't as if he had thrown himself at their feet and begged them to take him or anything, but it was still hard to do. He found it a little sad that it had taken the death of someone so important in their community to get him to finally do it. He had no fond, warm, happy memories of Charles Xavier. He remembered having just joined the Brotherhood and Charles making an attempt to bring him to the Institute. Trying to convince him that he would benefit greatly from all the school had to offer. He'd been a scared sixteen year old at the time and had quickly latched onto Magneto. Instead of taking Charles hand of acceptance, he'd smacked it away and ran back to Magneto. Where he viewed Magneto as a loving father figure, despite the treatment he received in those early days, Charles might have been a real father towards him. As time went on, he wished more and more that he'd taken that hand and come here sooner. There was no telling how different his life might have gone.<br/><br/>As it was, he was now in the awkward position of proving himself not only to be trustworthy, but useful. His first self appointed task was trying to appear as if he belonged here. That meant showering once, twice if he could manage it, a day to clear away the layers of dirt and grim and help control the natural stagnant odor he had. He threw out any clothing that was beyond repair and beyond cleaning hope, though that left him with very little and he tended to wear the same thing several times a week. Toad had little in the way of personal possessions and he didn't really have any hobbies, so most of his free time was spent staying out of the way and trying to keep under everyone's radar. He figured if he did that long enough, then people would see him as just someone who was always there. Not a friend, but not an enemy. Just a body that happened to be around. No one they had to worry about.<br/><br/>As for being useful, he wasn't sure how to go about that. He certainly didn't expect any of the X-Men to want him around on missions of any kind right away. Missions were for people who could trust each other and he didn't feel he'd managed to gain that yet. He had very little skill in doing anything. No one had ever expected anything of him before. He was technically an adult, but he had no skills as such. He'd never even held a job, had to manage any amount of money, or had to take care of his surroundings. He wasn't sure he had it in him to do any of those things. Toad was sure that the X-Men would only tolerate him for so long. He had to do something to earn his keep. He wasn't some teenager or child who could get by with learning and training. He was nearly twenty-five.<br/><br/>He knew there was something he had to be useful for around here.<br/><br/>He pulled the small, orange pill bottle from his jean pocket. Part of his rehabilitation required him to see a doctor. There was no telling what sort of diseases he might have had. Luckily, he'd been clean of anything, but the doctor had been concerned for his mental health. Nothing new. Any time he was caught up by the police or anything like that, they were always trying to shove him into a head doctor's office. After a few appointments and managing to get Toad to talk under the promise that he swore no one would be told anything, he had several different medications. Some were over the counter, like the vitamins to help with the long term malnutrition he'd experienced and a sleep aid. Prescribed were an antidepressant, an anxiety controller, and what he called a panic pill. While the panic pill was only meant to be taken when the anxiety medication just wasn't enough, he generally had to take it at least once a day as well.<br/><br/>He took the panic pill and gave it a few minutes before he finally knocked on the office door. He'd never spoken to Storm alone before. To be honest, she scared the piss out of him. Even with how close they were in age, she was more than he ever could be. Adding in her powers, she was down right intimidating. He wondered if he should have taken two pills before doing this. She told him to come in and his hand didn't want to work to open the door. Somehow, he managed to. Toad wasn't sure how to announce himself or even what to refer to her as. Did he call her 'Miss' or 'Headmistress' or 'Storm'? Toad wasn't even sure what her non-mutant name was. All of those seemed like things only someone who knew her should say. He wasn't good enough to refer to her at all, as far as he was concerned,<strong>"I...uh...I ain't disturbing ya, am I?"</strong>he actually prayed she said yes. Anything to get this to end sooner.