<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c9/XMenAvatarToad02.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>Times Square<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday the 7th of September<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Smoking and Waiting<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Toad was content to spend his day lurking around the city till nightfall. At that point, he'd try to snag a wallet and go get drunk or something. After all, what else was there really to do? It wasn't like he had any real friends and he certainly didn't have any goals in life. He was just barely in his mid-twenties and giving up seemed as good a goal as anything else. More obtainable too.<br/><br/>Maybe he could just run away. It wasn't like he had a reason to stay. Well, other than a free room to sleep in and a hooker who tolerated him once or twice a month. Other than consistency, there wasn't much to keep him here. It wasn't like he truly believed in what the Brotherhood was fighting for. Toad sort of just wanted to be able to live. Even if the Brotherhood managed to do anything, then where would that leave him? It was the pretty mutants that got all the good stuff.<br/><br/>Just run away. He'd done it before. Hop buses and trains till he was somewhere new. Somewhere that he could be alone with his misery. It had been silly to think he could jump ship for the X-Men. They didn't care about him anymore than Magneto had, the Brotherhood did, or those girls he stole stuff for used to. They'd laugh him out of the building if he showed up. It wasn't like he could prove he was sincere. Not after all the crap he'd pulled.<br/><br/><strong>"Just run..."</strong>he muttered softly to himself.<br/><br/>His thoughts were broken by the buzzing feel on his hip. It took Toad a moment to remember what it was.<br/><br/>Cell phones. He hated those things. There wasn't much reason for it in his mind. It also upset him once in a while. Mostly when he'd text the prostitute he saw and he'd wait hours or days or even a week or two for her to respond. He was on her schedule and he knew it. He was at her mercy and she knew it.<br/><br/>He'd kind of hoped it was her texting him right now. Changing her mind about the watch and taking pity on him for the day. Toad didn't want sex, which she wouldn't do anyway for him, but there were other services she provided for him. Emotional and mental services.<br/><br/>But no. It wasn't her.<br/><br/>It was the blue bitch bane of his existance. He read it and stuffed the phone back into his pocket without responding. Toad rarely responded to texts. No matter how much he whined or complained, he always did what he was told. Doing what he was told, despite what the results ended up being, was what he was best at doing. Other than stealing, that was the only talent he saw in himself. He was a good lackey.<br/><br/>If Mystique wanted him at Times Square to meet someone, he'd be there. Not like he had anything else to do.<br/><br/>On his way, he managed to snatch a pack of cigarettes from a street vendor. His mood, while not better, changed as he headed to the meet up location. He was less mopey when he had something to do. Quick mood swings of all kinds were fairly common for him,<strong>"Keep walking, Crack Head. Like you're any better than me..."</strong>he growled at someone.<br/><br/>He glared at people as they passed him. Toad was leaned up against a wall. He preferred to crouch, but he was easier to spot standing.