Emo Toad

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Toad was back in the glorious country of the United States of America. Emphasis on the sarcasm placed on glorious. Because it was the country that he had decided to fight for, and the one that had betrayed him by trying to send him to a lab for 'testing'. Experimenting was more like it. But now, he was here for an different reason. Not to serve the country, but a man within it. He, like millions of others he supposed, had seen the speech that someone like them had given. Toad had decided that this could be his calling. So he booked it out of a country that was too hot for its own good and came back here. He wasn't sure where to go though. He figured a fugitive wasn't going to be easy to find, so he would have to do some digging and networking.

Great. Just bloody great.

He came across one of the mutant shelters (which he knew about because this was where he had sometimes spent the night himself before he had enlisted in the army). It was still busy as usual. Same idea of mutants coming in for a safe place to go. But really, was there anywhere safe for them anymore? Sure didn't seem like it. He was dressed in his layers, a hoodie on top though he didn't bother hiding any part of his face. He was used to the stares he got from other people, and in his bitterness, he often just stuck his tongue out at them. His very long, very green, tongue. That was enough to make them look away, or runaway. Whichever one that particular idiot decided to react with. He looked around, trying to see who was in charge. His search had begun at one shelter, to another, to another. And now he was here, needing to find the next one. He guessed this was the way to track down another mutant: ask a dozen of 'em where he could be found. Seeing a woman who was handing out food, he began to walk up to her. "Oye," he greeted, approaching the woman. "Was wonderin' if you knew them shelters like this one, 'round 'ere." More than this one. He knew there were lots, but he wasn't going to waste his time asking someone if this was the only one they knew.

( Lana Kane )

[Lana Kane]

Lana was talking to a woman about keeping her head down, while passing out some food she'd brought--or well, food she'd made someone bring for her--when someone interrupted her. "Oy, Was wonderin' if you knew them shelters like this one, 'round 'ere." She didn't even care that it was an accept like her's, she only cared that he'd interrupted her. "Look, mate," Turning to face everything else died on her lips. Shite he effing green.

Like green! Huh. Granted she'd seen worse, one man had been bright red, but the color still caught her off guard. "When a girl is talkin' she don't like it when green gents interrupt her." Point one, "And yeah, there are a few holes that make shelters, but they all the same. Why, you lookin for someone?" Reaching out with her mind she looked at his emotions. He had that feeling about him. He was looking for something. And he wanted to find whatever it was, badly. While she could not tell what it was, she could feel the edge, the eagerness, and the need. She could feel him wanting something, or someone most likely.

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The woman soon enough turned to look at him. She had started to say something, but paused. Big freakin' surprise. Toad rolled his eyes at her reaction. He expected that from humans, but come on now! From mutants? Really. She regained her wits about her, going on to talk about how she did not like it when she interrupted. "Well maybe I don't like it when ye stare," he countered. Both things were rude, even he agreed to that. "I mean, bloody 'ell, you got one bloke over there with spikes comin' out of 'is face, another there with green 'air, and that one who's got fangs. And yer starin' at me?" His voice wasn't angry. It was just bitter.

He had thought that among mutants, he wouldn't have to deal with the staring. Maybe one day he would have fun with it like he did with humans. But today was not that day. He was still recovering over the trauma of flipping burgers in a country that was as hot as hell. "Why don't I give ya somethin' to actually stare at," he began to say. With that, he extended his tongue to one of the packages which was ten feet away. He curled it around and pulled it toward him, dropping it in front of her before he brought his tongue back in his mouth. There. How was that for a show?

[Lana Kane]

"Well maybe I don't like it when ye stare," Like anyone else wouldn't have stopped and been surprised! Lana didn't feel guilty, she felt annoyed. He should be used to people reacting, and he needed to get over it. Fast. "I mean, bloody 'ell, you got one bloke over there with spikes comin' out of 'is face, another there with green 'air, and that one who's got fangs. And yer starin' at me?" Oh, boo hoo. She was about to reach out with her powers to tone him down when he showed off once more. "Why don't I give ya somethin' to actually stare at," AND OH SHITE HE DID!

It took everything Lana had in her--and holding her breath--not to freak out about his tongue. SHITE! Like what the bleeding hell! Reaching out with her powers, while she forced her face to stare at him with annoyance, Lana toned down his bitter, and turned up his regret. "That is no way to talk to a lady!" She snapped at him, "And you asked for my help, Kermit, and now you wanna get snappy with me?" She waited for him to speak, while in her head she was trying not to stare at his mouth. Like how did that even fit in there? Where did it all go? What was he? She just called him a frog because that was all she knew that could do that.