<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/1411104/1118full-paul-bettany.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Code Name:</strong>Toad (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=230554.msg11334078#msg11334078)<br/><strong>Real Name:</strong>Mortimer Toynbee<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Brotherhood Apartments<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday the 7th of September - He's not sure what time of day it is<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Lazying About<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Toad tried to be a good person, sometimes. It just usually failed or was thrown back in his face. When he was little and in the orphanage, he tried to make friends with the other boys by doing whatever dares they gave him. Instead of friends, it just earned him more nicknames and harsher beatings. The one time a family took pity on him and tried to foster him, he tried to behave, but his mind would blank out and he'd suddenly realize he'd torn all the wallpaper from their walls and broken all the good china and the sticky mucus he produced had to be chipped away at to free the family dog. After he ran away from the orphanage, he'd tried to do the responsible thing and get a job. But somehow one of his co-workers ended up with a hand in the deep fryer after some colorful remarks about the odor he couldn't completely control.<br/><br/>Then there were the girls. Toad always wanted to lavish any girl he fancied with everything he could. He stole flowers, jewelery, pricing wines, pretty clothes, and anything else they asked for from him. But once they got what they wanted, he never saw them again. For some reason, they would always call the police once he managed to track them down. Like he was the one who had done something wrong by breaking into their houses. Eventually, he turned to women who were less likely to say 'no' to him, but even though treated him badly. He'd bring them flowers and they would just laugh at him. Even now, he wasn't entirely sure what had happened to that last prostitute. She'd been harsher than the others with him and by the time his head cleared, she was laying on the ground with large red marks around her neck.<br/><br/>Since then, he hadn't tried very hard to be a good person anymore. It seemed like a lost cause. Much of his time these days was spent sitting in his room alone. There wasn't much for him to do at the moment. Just lay in his bed and stare at the ceiling. It wasn't good for him though. Laying around and just thinking wasn't healthy. He needed to keep busy, but there just didn't seem to be anything to do. This pretty safehouse that Mystique had was nice, but he didn't feel like he belonged here. He thought about the first place he lived when he came to the states. He had broken into an apartment building furnace room and lived in there. It was warm, damp, dark, and very few people went down there. He felt like he should be living in a furnace room again.<br/><br/>With a small croak, he pushed himself up from his bed and looked around. Mystique was going to kill him if she ever saw the mess that he'd turned this room into. She would certainly never get her security deposit back on it. If she was lucky, they could rip it out entirely and just rebuild.<br/><br/>Just like every other time in his life, he decided it was time to make a change. With that in mind, and be damned to the consequences, he slinked out of his room and to the top of the stairway to announce to whoever was around,<strong>"Maybe I should be an X-Man,"</strong>other than death by the hands of the remaining Brotherhood members, what was the worst that could happen?