<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>Mystique, Anyone within earshot of his cell<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Wake up in the morning feeling like Winehouse. Grab my breezer, I'm out the door. I'm gonna be really loud, cause I don't care who I piss off. Yeah, I'm a real big sinner. Sometimes, I eat my dessert before my dinner,"</strong>what was it the court mandated therapist kept telling him? Oh yea, not to veil his feelings and emotions through random rantings,<strong>"I'm talking odd socks on my toes, toes. Taking off all my clothes, clothes. Feeling overexposed, so, I put all of my clothes, uh, back on..."</strong>eh, what did that bitch know about him anyway? It wasn't even like she was a mutant or pro-mutant. She thought him living in the environment he made for himself even inside a jail cell was inappropriate and condemnable,<strong>"Flush before I wee, wee. Get arrested daily, ly. Tryin' to get a peek of some titties..."</strong>he was sure she lived in some uppity, three story house with a husband that was nailing the maid because she was such a dolt.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm mad, really bad, but don't tell my mum and dad. Pucker up, kiss my butt, cause I'm bloody fuckin' nuts. Hear the bass, skinny waist, now let's copy Pokerface like, Woah oh Woah oh oh, Woah oh Woah oh oh,"</strong>what was that noise? Someone talking to him? No one talked to him. For the most part, even the guards took pity on the other mutants and tried not to house them next to his cell and they kept him as far from the doors as possible. He supposed his cell smelled a bit after all,<strong>"I'm mad, really bad, but don't tell my mum and dad. Pucker up, kiss the nut, cause it sells to be a slut. Hear the bass, skinny waist now let's copy Pokerface like, Woah oh Woah oh oh, Woah oh Woah oh oh."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I stay out 'til eleven when my curfew is ten. "Goodnight, sweetie. Sleep well." "Shut up, Mum! I'm on MSN!" Now, the girls are lining up because we're pussy sailin', but we punch 'em in the mouth if they're not Sarah Palin,"</strong>somehow, even without there being carpeting in the cell, cause really, what kind of prison would have carpeted cells, the floor managed to be 'fuzzy' in some way, but only in his cell,<strong>"Talkin' 'bout doing things we'll regret, gret, menthol cigarette, rette. Text sex on my Samsung, not telling Dad Mum rung, rung. Have sex with Alexa Chung, by telling her I'm well hung. I'm-I'm-I'm quite well hung, you know,"</strong>the walls and the bars were slick with some kind of combination of slime and condensation.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm mad, really bad, but don't tell my mum and dad. Pucker up, kiss my butt, cause I'm bloody fuckin' nuts. Hear the bass, skinny waist, now let's copy Pokerface like, Woah oh Woah oh oh, Woah oh Woah oh oh,"</strong>that voice sounded familiar. It was female, but a little deeper than the ones he'd gotten used to around here,<strong>"I'm mad, really bad, but don't tell my mum and dad. Pucker up, kiss the nut, cause it sells to be a slut. Hear the bass, skinny waist now let's copy Pokerface like, Woah oh Woah oh oh, Woah oh Woah oh oh,"</strong>he jumped up against the cell bars, clinging to them and pressing his face against them to peek out.<br/><br/><strong>"This is the part where the rap breaks down. This is the part where drums go POW.This is the part where your dad goes out on a cold Christmas Eve to get some more milk but he never comes back because seventeen years later you find out he's had a whole fucking family with some Spanish bitch and he doesn't even know your fucking name anymore!"</strong>he was a perpetual child, at least that was what the bitch from the court called him,<strong>"Shut the fuck up! I'm sorry..."</strong><br/><br/>Mystique. He remembered her. Those memories made him fall back off the bars. He skittered back into the little burrow of jail sheets, slime, and whatever else he could get his hands (or tongue) on. That bitch scared him.<br/><br/>It wasn't till he actually heard what she had to say and it got through his head that she wasn't going to kill him, at least not yet, that he peeked back out of the little burrow he'd made under the cell bed,<strong>"Money?"</strong>he didn't need money, "<strong>"The hell should I go with you?"</strong>he had a bed and food here. The only man person he had any respect for was gone. Magneto had been like a father to him. He took every insult and beating as if it were a sign of the man's affection. As if the man had been trying to make him stronger and tougher. He even turned violent towards the therapist when she tried to tell him differently,<strong>"Ya'll ain't gonna kill me, are ya?"</strong><br/><br/>Even without the need for money, it was easy to imprint on Mystique. He was terrified of her, but she had the same air about her that Magneto always had to him.<em>Belonging</em>to someone or something was hard to resist.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">Song lyrics credit go to: The Midnight Beast: Tik Tok Parody (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4npUdfEmbQ). Check it out. Love those boys.</span>