<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/5e27572c-5891-46ee-a289-dcd2baedc6f8_zpsda0b8b73.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Toad<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York<br/><strong>Whereabouts</strong>Rikers Island Mutant Cell<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Toad stayed by his cell door, watching cautiously, as the others were set free and emerged. He knew most of them, though not intimately. Toad didn't know anyone intimately, at least not to their knowledge. His intimate closeness with people tended to be one sided to the extreme of that person not even knowing of his existence. These people weren't like the girls he used to chase around. These were people who could very easily end his life. Those that had the power to really<em>squash a toad</em>. He knew better than to cross them, not that he didn't from time to time. As much as he hated it, Toad knew his place.<br/><br/><strong>"So uh...what's a guy gotta do to get a drink?"</strong>he croaked out as he hopped away from his cell a bit.<br/><br/>He believed he got his answer when the soldiers finally showed up and he saw the look on Mystique's face. It was time to put up or shut up. He could hop back into his little cell and be a taken care of by the government or he could get his freedom back. What sort of freedom would he have? The things the therapist said had only recently started making sense to him. He knew he hadn't meant anything to Magneto. That the man hadn't really seen him like a son, like he'd wanted to be looked at like. It hurt to think that way and sometimes it was easier to go back to the delusion. Toad was capable of reasonable thought when he forced it. Mystique would just use him like Magneto did.<br/><br/>If he went back in his cell now, they'd all look down on him more than they ever did before. He had a lot of enemies on both sides. If Mystique could get in, then others could too. They probably wouldn't be as nice to him as she was being in letting him out,<strong>"Yeah, yeah, yeah; I get it..."</strong>he muttered.<br/><br/>Being the human shield he'd always been trained to be, Toad leapt first. He dove hard and fast at the nearest armoured guard. Toxic green colored slime shot out of his mouth. It was thick and smelled. The bits that hit the ground hardened almost immediately and the rest went flying towards the eye visor of the helmet.