[ Okay, I do not own any Marvel characters, they are used only for entertainment purposes, etc., etc. This takes place during Toad's original joining up with Magneto. So, he's still a little clumsy and gets pushed around. Then again, that always happens. Also, I am using the prettier version of him, the one from the movies. Because he was seriously ugly in the comics, not to mention fat and balding. Har. And I've used the name from Evolution insteand of Mortimer, mostly because it's a ridiculous name. Anyways, enjoy.]
The hours passed slowly as the water rocked the rather large ship. Really never taking a boat before he realized that the sea was definately not his friend nor was the sun. It beat down on him as the ocean sprayed up against his skin. "Could we go any slowa'," he muttered to himself annoyingly but then just as it was said he heard rustling on the boat.
"The port jus' ahead," said a familiar voice. "Bes' get ready fo' land."
With that sent a large grin across those toad-like lips of Tony. "Ah yes, 'ome sweet 'ome." The last time he had been here was when he was a child, an orphan. Not exactly the greatest times for him. Nope, probably some of his worst memories. But, no time like the present.
Soon enough the boat was pulled to the port and people were unloading everything aboard. He was cautious, naturally looking around from side to sidethen vaulting himself up and over off the ship and to the port, then jumping up again and again until out of the crowded place to a more secluded part of the city
The city seemed all the same to him. Memories came flourishing back; places where he used to play, steal from open markets, or just sit by himself. It seems that's what he always did, was sit by himself. Do everything by himself. All his past childhood memories were always tainted by taunting, and fights and anything negative to come with his image. Perhaps he would have turned out a little bit if things were different. Perhaps.
He sighed for a moment as he made out one of the most memorable sights, the orphanage. He grimaced at the sight of it trying to hold back from yelling or torching the place, or something of that matter. None the less, he figured he'd pay them a little visit. Oh yes, this would be entertaining.
He made his way there, walking in a casual fashion now those heavy boots plodding across the street. He wore normal clothing; a pair of dark brown khakis, a black shirt and a grey knee length jacket not to mention those fingerless gloves of his. He only wanted to laugh when he approached the place now, it was a shit hole then and there it stood, worse than ever. He managed a smirk across those pale green defined lips of his. Maybe he would take a look inside and see if he could find a few old friends. The thought of that only excited him now as he vaulted up off the ground and to the orphanage, crashing through the ceiling. Soon there were kids screaming and nuns running.
"Aw, come on, ah'm no' tha' scary am ah?!" He scoffed and pushed furniture aside as he made his way to that oh-so-memorable office. He couldn't recall how many times he was sent there for fights. How often it wasn't his fault, but he was blamed for it. That was always the scenario. Blame it on the mutant. He shook his head as he threw more things around out of spite and bitterness. His tongue reached out to rip the door from the handle and fly it through a wall and there is sat, that magical file. He smirked again as he approached it.
"Now, now who am ah going to visi' firs'?" He started to flip through the older files, glancing from name to name. Though, here came a familar sound; sirens. "Ah jus' can' have any fun, can ah?" He snarled and pulled out a couple close files and made his escape, jumping from the room, into the one he jumped through intitially then it was rooftop to rooftop until he was finally away.
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"Tonigh' there was an attack on one of the oldes' and most well known orphanges in this city. The police do no' know who the perpetrator was but people on the scene called him a frog creature. It had seemed tha' he jumped through the roof, causing a cave in and then took some private files from the place. Our reporter Donna Summers is on the sceene. Any new news Donna?"
"Well, Sam I'm 'ere with Sister Mary Katherine who seems to think this is no coincidence at all. Isn't that right?" The obviously primped Donna moved the microphone over to the elderly, seemingly stingey Mary Katherine.
"I remember the little devil that did this. He was once abandoned by his family, the mutant. He fought with all the other kids and did nothing but reak havok. It is no surprise to me that he would still be doing something so destructive. It saddends me that he would take revenge on the only place that would take him in." Her voice seemed rather irate at the end and it seemed as if she wanted to keep talking but the woman pulled the microphone from her lips.
"You heard it right here, Sam. We have a terrorist lose on our streets. If you have any information on this madman, please call the police at once. Back to you Sam."
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Sitting in her house, Joan Smuthers was watching the news just as they were interviewing Sister Mary Katherine. "Oh my, who would do something like - - She froze in mid sentence when she talked about the possible perpetrator. No, could it be? "Tony?" She whispered to herself. "It couldn' be, could it?"
The hours passed slowly as the water rocked the rather large ship. Really never taking a boat before he realized that the sea was definately not his friend nor was the sun. It beat down on him as the ocean sprayed up against his skin. "Could we go any slowa'," he muttered to himself annoyingly but then just as it was said he heard rustling on the boat.
"The port jus' ahead," said a familiar voice. "Bes' get ready fo' land."
With that sent a large grin across those toad-like lips of Tony. "Ah yes, 'ome sweet 'ome." The last time he had been here was when he was a child, an orphan. Not exactly the greatest times for him. Nope, probably some of his worst memories. But, no time like the present.
Soon enough the boat was pulled to the port and people were unloading everything aboard. He was cautious, naturally looking around from side to sidethen vaulting himself up and over off the ship and to the port, then jumping up again and again until out of the crowded place to a more secluded part of the city
The city seemed all the same to him. Memories came flourishing back; places where he used to play, steal from open markets, or just sit by himself. It seems that's what he always did, was sit by himself. Do everything by himself. All his past childhood memories were always tainted by taunting, and fights and anything negative to come with his image. Perhaps he would have turned out a little bit if things were different. Perhaps.
He sighed for a moment as he made out one of the most memorable sights, the orphanage. He grimaced at the sight of it trying to hold back from yelling or torching the place, or something of that matter. None the less, he figured he'd pay them a little visit. Oh yes, this would be entertaining.
He made his way there, walking in a casual fashion now those heavy boots plodding across the street. He wore normal clothing; a pair of dark brown khakis, a black shirt and a grey knee length jacket not to mention those fingerless gloves of his. He only wanted to laugh when he approached the place now, it was a shit hole then and there it stood, worse than ever. He managed a smirk across those pale green defined lips of his. Maybe he would take a look inside and see if he could find a few old friends. The thought of that only excited him now as he vaulted up off the ground and to the orphanage, crashing through the ceiling. Soon there were kids screaming and nuns running.
"Aw, come on, ah'm no' tha' scary am ah?!" He scoffed and pushed furniture aside as he made his way to that oh-so-memorable office. He couldn't recall how many times he was sent there for fights. How often it wasn't his fault, but he was blamed for it. That was always the scenario. Blame it on the mutant. He shook his head as he threw more things around out of spite and bitterness. His tongue reached out to rip the door from the handle and fly it through a wall and there is sat, that magical file. He smirked again as he approached it.
"Now, now who am ah going to visi' firs'?" He started to flip through the older files, glancing from name to name. Though, here came a familar sound; sirens. "Ah jus' can' have any fun, can ah?" He snarled and pulled out a couple close files and made his escape, jumping from the room, into the one he jumped through intitially then it was rooftop to rooftop until he was finally away.
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"Tonigh' there was an attack on one of the oldes' and most well known orphanges in this city. The police do no' know who the perpetrator was but people on the scene called him a frog creature. It had seemed tha' he jumped through the roof, causing a cave in and then took some private files from the place. Our reporter Donna Summers is on the sceene. Any new news Donna?"
"Well, Sam I'm 'ere with Sister Mary Katherine who seems to think this is no coincidence at all. Isn't that right?" The obviously primped Donna moved the microphone over to the elderly, seemingly stingey Mary Katherine.
"I remember the little devil that did this. He was once abandoned by his family, the mutant. He fought with all the other kids and did nothing but reak havok. It is no surprise to me that he would still be doing something so destructive. It saddends me that he would take revenge on the only place that would take him in." Her voice seemed rather irate at the end and it seemed as if she wanted to keep talking but the woman pulled the microphone from her lips.
"You heard it right here, Sam. We have a terrorist lose on our streets. If you have any information on this madman, please call the police at once. Back to you Sam."
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Sitting in her house, Joan Smuthers was watching the news just as they were interviewing Sister Mary Katherine. "Oh my, who would do something like - - She froze in mid sentence when she talked about the possible perpetrator. No, could it be? "Tony?" She whispered to herself. "It couldn' be, could it?"