<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 didn't know where to start. He was scared of her. She could fry him if she wanted to. He was used to if he said or did the wrong thing, he was generally punished for it. Even when he didn't realize that it was the wrong thing. So many times he would do something for one of the stronger memebers of the Brotherhood and he would be thrown into a wall for it. Even if it's what they wanted, he still seemed to get on their bad side. It didn't take long for him to realize that it was just the sight of him that upset them. That seemed to be a common issue in his life. Just his existance seemed to be offending to others. What if Storm decided she didn't feel like dealing with him in the middle of the conversation? Would she zap him and order him out?<br/><br/>Swallowing his fears, he slowly sat down in the chair. Toad hunched over and cocked his feet at an angle so the tips touched each other. He couldn't make himself believe that she meant it when she said the door was always open. No one ever really meant that, no matter how nice they sounded about it.<br/><br/>He coughed, a small croak following at the end, before speaking again,<strong>"Uh...I know I can't just, uh, lay around all day. I gotta do somethin'. I don't expect ya'll to just put up with me. I gotta be useful,"</strong>he had no expectations on being an actual X-Man,<strong>"I know I ain't the cleanest lookin' guy, but I'm actually pretty good at cleanin' stuff,"</strong>his personal room would never be clean. Toad needed a place that could make him feel comfortable and that meant mess and dampness. When he was seven, a foster family took him in. He was a paycheck for them. The normal kids were the front of the family and he was the little cleaning bitch. Toad learned quick how to clean stuff properly, because if he didn't, he wouldn't like the punishment be received.<br/><br/><strong>"This place has got a lotta people in it. Someone's gotta clean the floors and stuff. I ain't above doin' it,"</strong>for the most part, people seemed to clean up after themselves when it came to laundry and dishes, but there were still floors, windows, trash, and the like. Toad had lived in filth most of his life and had no problem getting his hands dirty to clean up other people's garbage.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't expect to be paid or nothin' like that. A place to sleep is more than enough for me."</strong>