<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>Brotherhood Apartments<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday the 7th of September<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Juggernaut<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Heading Out<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Toad smelled the food, but he knew better than to go for it. One strained spine and several broken bones was enough of a lesson that he might have been good at stealing a lot of things, but apparently food from other mutants was not one of those things. Epesically from the ones as big as Juggernaut was. Sometimes it was worth the fight, but today wasn't one of those days. Breakfast foods weren't high on his list of favorite foods anyway.<br/><br/>The reaction he got from his statement was not the one he'd expected, but it had been one of the possiblities. Cain could have believed him outright or dismissed it as a joke. He was sort of glad it was taken jokingly. Toad didn't want to be here anymore. It wasn't like when he was a teenager and he could pretend that his life didn't bother him. He would be in his mid-twenties soon. While that was still young, he was starting to feel like his life was more than lacking. That it was in a hole and even he couldn't jump out of it. He needed help getting out and he just didn't feel like the Brotherhood had the kind of people in it that could, or would, do that.  Some of them might have been loyal people, but they weren't exactly the kind of people to help someone out emotionally.<br/><br/><strong>"Heh...yeah..."</strong>he croaked a little before hopping over the rail of the stairs and trying his best to stay downwind of Cain's food. When he actually thought about it, Toad was capable of being considerate,<strong>"That Storm chick would fry my ass before I stepped foot on the property..."</strong>he said with a shrug.<br/><br/><strong>"I, uh, I'm going out for a bit..."</strong>he knew they were supposed to keep a low profile, but it was New York. A long coat with a hat and he was just everyday scum that wandered around the alleyways and subways. Even without those things, people tended to be so into their own lives that they barely noticed anyone else around them. It wasn't terribly uncommon for him to disappear for a few days. For the most part, he managed to keep out of trouble. It was easy to stay out of trouble when he was in this depressed slump. His free time was spent staring at the ceiling of his bedroom or at day time strip clubs,<strong>"I'll be back...sometime tonight..."</strong>not like they had much to do right now anyway.<br/><br/><div align="center">-Toad will be heading to the City Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=230816.0)-</div>