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Tobias "Toby" Fangor | 18 | Shifter

[actualbeastboy]

bxneficientbxnjy:

You may need to make signs advertising the new requirements. Announcing that whole thing to anyone who passes you in hopes they’ll take the offer seems a little time consuming. Put one by the library, and another outside the gym, it’s a sure-fire way to get someone to take you up on it. Although, and I’m not saying this because I’m trying to take you to prom, I could just tell him for you, if you want. I have to stop in and tell him I’m back anyway, it wouldn’t be out of my way.

Benjy! Perfect. Just the disgusting mix of Golden Boy and Teenage Girls' Fantasy I was looking for.

Alright, so. Moving away from the topic of my possible death -- you’ve got to help me campaign, man. I don’t think people realize how much of a gold mine this every-one-is-your-neighbor-prom-actually-matters town is. Did you know that the Prom King and Queen are allowed to arrange an assembly at the middle school to ‘help them see high school isn’t that scary’? And they’ve got an honorary seat at every PTA meeting and town council?

Now, I’m not saying that we should exploit this opportunity to brainwash today’s youth into caring about the environment, but we should definitely exploit this opportunity to brainwash today’s youth into caring about the environment.

[actualbeastboy]

t-ylermanning:

It is an artistic head of hair…

I mean, uh that’s definitely one way to get yourself a date for prom. Maybe even a potential wife. Or husband. I mean, if they can take on Coach You Bet Your Ass There’ll Be Practice This Summer, they can do anything. Anything. Except have hair more luscious than yours I mean seriously, is it the conditioner or…? Not that I’m- Just, where would you put the helmet without  a head, right?

Potential wife and husband. Don’t see a point in limiting myself, and besides... these locks can handle a lot more than just one pair of hands.

Oh my god, did he really mean that? I thought he was, like, trying to flirt with the Sandusky Spartans’ coach.

... I’d totally let you touch it if you vote for me.

[lilcontinent-deactivated2015070]

[actualbeastboy]

Attention, ladies and gentlemen! I will not be asking anyone out to prom -- I repeat, I will not! Rather, I will take whoever first goes up to Coach to let him know that I won’t be able to attend practice at all this week, because Ms. Alexandria just gave me detention for my hair having more artistic talent in one strand than she’s had in her entire career.

... She may have also said something about it ‘breaking the school dress code’, but the fact of the matter is that neither my hair nor my crown will have anything to stand on if Coach rips my head off.

[marriedtolali]

[classyguys]

[actualbeastboy]

Kale tacos! Get your kale tacos here!

[actualbeastboy]

brightbonnie:

No, stop. Stop. I’m trying to have a conversation with you here, like a normal, functioning human being. You can’t keep doing that! Of course I do. Step one to saving the world is choosing a supreme world leader that will at least pay attention when you’re trying to save every other living thing.

I, um, yes. I could probably do that, but I could also redirect you to a better choice of tutor. Someone less distracted, and with a better success rate. I’m… I’m really not as cool as you make it out to be. I only do it because I like it. And because Nathan Matthews offered me the job without an interview, but serving isn’t the worst thing I could be doing. And I like being busy. Which probably isn’t a great segue, but, um– How busy exactly are you? I mean, I’m not trying to tear you away from your parents or anything - I’m sure they’re very nice - and I bet the clinic is wonderful but I can’t be at the shelter all the time, as much as I like to, so… Would you consider it? Volunteering, I mean. And it wouldn’t really be all that much but it’s really all starting to feel impossible to do as one single person. You know?

Why? Not ‘why should I stop’ -- I’ll gladly make sure to do whatever makes you comfortable -- but why would you want to be a normal, functioning human being? The kids at school might make you wanna think it’s great, but don’t be fooled. We’re not missing out on much. But thank you. I am very honored to be used for your dastardly agenda.

It’s alright. I think it might just make my parents worry if I start caring about school now. Ah, but that’s the great thing about perspective -- no matter what kinds of things you see in yourself, somebody’s always gonna see something different. Maybe better, maybe worse. Either way, at least it’s a guarantee that there’s always more to yourself than you’ll ever know. 

I always thought the point of volunteer work was to volunteer for it, but I kinda like this angle too. Don’t tell anyone, but cute strays and cuter girls are my weaknesses, so. Sure.

[actualbeastboy]

CHARACTER INTRODUCTION: Tobias Fangor

Song: “My Body” - Young the Giant

The scene starts with somebody bustling around inside a barn filled with cages, bandages, and other such medical supplies. The camera only shows snatches of what he looks like -- disheveled hair, dirt on his shoes, shirt untucked. Outside, a man’s voice can be heard calling out “Toby, you’re going to be late!”.

Camera panning over to him putting bandages on a bunny that looks like its ear’s been bit, he carefully sets it into a cage before booking out of the barn. Music starts as he’s racing down a dirt road, towards a school bus that’s too far away. The bus begins to leave, and the camera finally shows Toby’s face. His hair’s even messier and he’s panting, but he flashes a broad grin as he glances at the clear blue sky.

The screen suddenly leaves him and is following a hawk instead. It’s soaring as high as it can go, bobbing and weaving and showing off its incredible agility. It banks hard and breaks out of the clouds, revealing Havensdale High on the ground. The hawk goes into a tremendous dive, going faster than any sensible bird would. It flares its wings at the last second, but misses the branch it was trying to land on and falls behind the tree instead. The music quiets down enough to hear a soft thud.

It starts back up again as Toby steps out from behind the tree, brushing leaves and dust and whatnot off of himself. Figuring that he's presentable enough, he grins and swaggers over to the mill of students. There’s a twig still stuck in his hair.

[actualbeastboy]

Kale tacos! Get your kale tacos here!

[actualbeastboy]

blair-fisher:

No. Fine. No thank you.

Okay. Don’t worry, I’m sure the butterflies didn’t go through metamorphosis to live in a world where people actually liked kale anyways.

[actualbeastboy]

Kale tacos! Get your kale tacos here!

[actualbeastboy]

foxy-vanessa:

             Kale tacos? Nope. That’s a step too far. You’ve created an abomination.

               If they show signs of being the next big thing, can someone stop the ride of life for me. I want to get off. But tell me more about what this does for the werewolves, does it finance bulk flea collars or something? Because helping the wolfy friends among us, that I could get behind.

Actually, my mom did. She’s known to do that. Fortunately though, some of her abominations are actually quite sweet -- and charming, and witty, and, on occasion, very handsome.

I was thinking more along the lines of flea sweaters. Fleaces, if you will. The last time I suggested putting any sort of collar on a werewolf, he literally chewed off my tail.

[actualbeastboy]

Kale tacos! Get your kale tacos here!

[actualbeastboy]

rachel-gates:

Nope. No. No. I literally just told Carrie how terrible kale is and now you do this. Must you? Is this a thing that you must?

In any case, I don’t need distractions so close to finals season.

Listen, if I go back home and have any of these left then I have to finish them. So, yes. I really, really must. It’s a dog-eat-dog world, and I’d rather it not be a Toby-eat-kale one as well.

Funny, that’s usually when I need them most. Are you sure though? Eat, like, seven of these bad boys and I think you’ll have enough to barf out of at least two exams.

[actualbeastboy]

Kale tacos! Get your kale tacos here!

[actualbeastboy]

cmcreid-warriorprincess:

Oh no, no way. I have been warned very strongly against kale. Even if it is wrapped in a deceiving taco shell, I must refuse. Actually pretty much anything Danny has tried to shove into a homemade health shake I refuse but anyway.

Give Havensdale a lil credit, now. I’m sure our “werewolves” keep their coats extra shiny. No fleas to be found.

Beautiful and smart. Forget the butterflies and werewolves -- I need to be saved.

Danny as in Football Guru Danny? Yeah, I never thought I’d see a linebacker look so scared of a cup until he started passing some out during practice. You must be... Crystal? Roxy?

Oh, trust me. It doesn’t matter what kind of dog you turn into, every single one of them’s gonna have at least a stubborn flea.

[actualbeastboy]

Miscellaneous

Toby’s lived in six different states, attended eight different schools (three of which during his high school career), and lived in too many cities to count. He didn’t get the chance to get close to a whole lot of people, but he did always manage to become best friends with their pets.

He doesn’t really have much of a temper, but a sure-fire way to piss him off is talking about Sea World.

Given the fact that his favorite mode of transportation usually involves wings, Toby’s never learned how to drive. It doesn’t mean that he won’t (see the expulsion letter from his first high school about taking the principal’s Mustang out for a joyride), but his second favorite way to get around is via bicycle.

He can’t have a good night’s sleep unless he’s under three warm blankets. And is a kitten.

Toby’s only ever Shifted for violence once. His dad had told him that there were a couple wounded animals being left in the forest -- shot, but with amateur aim and definitely not within Hunting Season Regulations. Mr. Fangor figured that it was some lousy teenagers being dumb, and was content with calling the rangers to take care of it. Toby though, he had a better idea. It wasn’t hard finding them (there’s nothing sharper than a wolf’s nose) and it wasn’t hard convincing them to stay the hell out of the woods (there were only three of them, neither could hold a rifle correctly, and grizzly bears are mad and big and powerful). Toby didn’t tell his parents what he did, but he figured it was because it was the right thing to do anyways.

[actualbeastboy]

My Body Tells Me No-o-o

Growing up hadn’t been a walk in the park for Toby. As the saying goes, kids can be cruel, and having the preoccupied (as his mom liked to put it) mind that he did made him an easy target. He had trouble reading. He couldn’t quite make sense of the numbers on the board fast enough to solve them. And forget about memorizing a bunch of dead old white dudes’ names for the history quizzes.

Toby was always too proud to have called it ‘bullying’, but it did frustrate him. He felt like he just couldn’t quite get the hang of his own body.

So when his parents opened up about their heritage and allowed him to transform for the first time, it became an entirely new world.

He could fly! He could run -- fast. And, best of all, he had this entirely new set of instincts syncing up with his brain; he could stop thinking like a human and just... live. It was like all the holes he had thought his mind could never jump over were being filled in by the animals that he could become. He was experiencing the world in a stronger, sharper, different perspective.

And for the first time, he felt limitless.

Of course, as he grew older, he got used to being a human, too. Sort of. You can’t really help but feel like a big, lumbering oaf when you’ve felt how agile birds can be (or a skinny little wimp, when you’ve carried the raw muscle power of a gorilla’s arm). School’s still a bust, but he decided in the second grade that it wasn’t for him anyways.

The wide, open blue sky though? The deepest parts of the forest, up atop the highest trees and down below the cracks beneath it?

Now that was where he belonged.

[actualbeastboy]

Kale tacos! Get your kale tacos here!

[actualbeastboy]

brightbonnie:

Ah, there you go again. I think I was really starting to miss that – you with the words and that thing with your face. It’s all really a wonder you don’t own the world by now, but I guess that’s the inevitability. Remember us smaller folk when the time comes, will you?

I suppose besides kale tacos, I’m really not very picky. As for restaurants, I’m also never picky, but I might have an employee’s discount for a nice one. I haven’t actually asked yet, so don’t hold me to it. I’m recently free most evenings, as long as I don’t have last minute shifts. If you must ask. I’m not as busy as I’d like to be, honestly, but we all have to sleep some time, I guess.

Mmm, I’m pretty sure that that was supposed to be my line. You think so? I’m not sure if owning this place would exactly be a bargain -- what with global warming, the cutting down of rainforests, and Fifty Shades actually being a ‘hit’ movie -- but... then again, we are the only known planet that’s got hedgehogs.

Duly noted. Not as busy as you’d like to be? I would gladly volunteer myself up as a tutor-ee -- reading, I just can’t seem to get the hang of it -- but I’m actually trying to impress you here. It’s an admittedly tough thing to do, you know, Ms. Eco-Club/Animal Shelter Volunteer/Apparently Now Also Part-time Employee.

[actualbeastboy]

Kale tacos! Get your kale tacos here!

[actualbeastboy]

brightbonnie:

Albino butterflies? Every single one? Seems like a worthy enough cause.

Although… Huh. If I buy these, do I have to… eat them? Er, no offense.

Every single one. Especially the ones currently rioting in my stomach. You really should give a guy a warning before you decide to pop in out of nowhere.

Nah, I guess not. Why, what kind of food do you prefer? At which restaurant? And at which free time.

[actualbeastboy]

Kale tacos! Get your kale tacos here!

[actualbeastboy]

seductive-suzanna:

Kale? You- You’re putting kale in tacos? Is that supposed to be good?

And you’re making werewolf jokes. Wonderful.

I think it was supposed to be healthy, which, as my childhood meals have proven, is not always synonymous with ‘good’. Although, I’m sorry. I actually can’t sell any to you. Not even I am heartless enough to subject such a beautiful woman to such torture.