notcursed

I maded something nice.

No, it's not pie.

After weeks of mocking Toby's investigative logic-fail behind Gary the Goalie, I've finally figured it out. After, like, the fifth watch of this episode, orz. IT'S PROBABLY OBVIOUS, ISN'T IT? ISN'T IT?? D:

( Hey man, I'm just looking for a killer goalie. /WHAM )

((INSPIRED BY MY PLIGHT THIS MORNING.))

It wasn't terribly often that Toby was sent out of the ER and into the clinic to pick something up. It wasn't that far a journey, after all, and a paramedic seemed like the last person to be a gofer when there were plenty of hospital staff around. But of course, today was One Of Those Days for him and Olivia, and she was getting annoyed by him hanging around Emerg while she had work to do and he didn't. So with the terse words of a focused, determined woman trying to keep the metaphorical cap on the metaphorical shaken pop bottle, she asked - pretty much ordered, actually, and he had to keep himself from finding it endearing and smiling, because that would make her more annoyed with him - for him to go to the clinic and bring back a box of Vacutainer tubes.

Please God, is it too much to ask for him to get lost on the way there?

Toby managed to swallow the smile until he was out the door and out of her sight. Enough was enough, though. 'Liv needed her space - he'd get the tubes, then get out and find Oz.

Not long after he'd started working at the hospital, Toby had learned to keep an ongoing general block on thoughts while he was there. There was always something to overhear that would be private for a reason, that he'd regret overhearing, whether from long-term patiens or expecting parents or people he'd brought in himself. Nothing strenuous. Just tuning things out.

It was hard not to hear what was going on in the clinic when he neared the door, though.

( Oh my GOD, what the hell is she doing -- )

((ooc: Tried to keep this as un-self-insert-y as possible. I'M SPEAKING OUT FOR VICTIMS OF BLOODWORK MALPRACTICE EVERYWHERE. D8))

Soooo, being the details geek that I am, I've been meaning to do this for a while. Here's a picspam of Toby's apartment; inside, outside, even a crappy rough floor plan to go along with it. Enjoy!

( Over thirty pictures inside, orz. )

[RP] Character Relationship Meme

Comment here with your character's name for a big block of text about how mine feels about yours. Return the favor!

Toby really hadn't meant to step on any toes. He'd just wanted to help someone from getting their face bashed in, which, he thought, was a fairly reasonable want.

Sitting at a table outside the diner, it all came quickly; a blonde woman was approaching the door to his right, and at the same time he got a hit off of someone inside -- there'd been an argument, a heated one, and now somebody was heading for the same door - he could tell they were thinking about kicking it open, right where the woman would be in just a moment --

Toby got up, accidentally knocking his chair over in the process. "Hey, look out!" She turned to look at him, still standing directly in front of the door, so he did the only thing he could: grabbed her wrist and pulled her away.

"What the hell are you --"

The door opened - not crashed open, not flew open - , bell dinging pleasantly, despite the fuming man walking out of it and stalking away. A very long, awkward silence passed between Toby and the blonde-haired woman as they both stared at the door, Toby wondering how he was going to explain this.

She wrenched her wrist from his grip, taking a few steps back. "Everyone's a hero," she said, tone dripping with sarcasm, before quirking her eyebrows at him and entering the diner unscathed.

Something I made the other day, inspired by taxonomites.



:D

Basics
Name: Toby Logan
Nicknames: Mr. T, Mindfreak, Professor X
Age: 28
Birthday/Starsign: brb
Abode (Taxon): 24 Queen St. West apartment in Shelley

Health/Physical/Psychology
Eyesight/Hearing: Perfect. ... And then some.
Abilities/Skills: Telepathy.
Physical Health: Good as it can be.
IQ (approximate is fine): uhhh idk
Extrovert/Introvert: Introvert pretending to be an extrovert.
Phobias/Fears: Heights, rivers and suchlike.
Mental Health: Just fine, aside from a hero complex and detachment from other people.

Personality
Goals/Dreams: To find his mother and younger brother.
Likes: Music, takeout, helping people, Toronto, movies, figuring things out.
Dislikes: Not being able to help, heatwaves, rap.
Humour: Bone-dry.
First Impression: Friendly, helpful, cute guy next door.
Innocent or guilty: Innocent.

Appearance
Height: Uhhh 5'11?
Weight: Secret.
Eyes: Staggeringly blue.
Hair: Dark brown/black.
Build: "Hey hotsutff."
Defining Marks, scars, etc: Freckles!, Ankh tattoo on the inside of his right wrist.
Dress Style: Casual, laid-back, city-guy.
Speech: Kind of flat, kind of Canadian.

Romantic/Sexual
Marital Status: It's complicated with Olivia Fawcett.
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual.
Sex before marriage: Yes.
Casual sex?: Sure.
Relationships: Olivia - gf of it's-complicated-ness; Oz - best friend and ambulance partner; Charlie - slight crush, wannabe-detective-partner; Ray - lifelong mentor. TAXON - Dean - best Taxon friend; Anna - uhhhh angel?; Charlie B. - friend; lskjds it's too late to think this stuff up.
General: Toby's a sensitive guy and doesn't give his heart to just anyone :')

Favourites
Friend: Oz (irl), Dean (Taxon)
Book: idk
TV Show/Movie/Play: um
Colour: Orange.
Drink: Beer? Or coffee.
Food: The foody kind.
Thing to do: CHILLAX

Least Favourites
Person: That guy who was the cable guy in that one BMO commercial.
Book:
TV Show/Movie:
Colour:
Drink:
Food:
Thing To Do: Nothing!

He hasn't been sleeping lately because he can't sleep. Not for too long, anyway. Toby will relax and start to drift, but after a little while it always comes back to something. It used to be his memories, his mother, some of the things he's seen in the last few weeks. But now it's fire and brimstone and pain and it's almost like it's been branded into his mind.

It's not Dean's fault. It's not. But he can't tell him. He doesn't need this weighing on him, too.

Toby wishes he could help him somehow. Dean's a great guy, fun to be around, and he understands, but there's always something driving into him, hurting him like salt in a wound. And what the hell is the use of this gift, anyway, if he can't help people like Dean?

He thinks back. Flash. It's Hell, literally. It's screaming and torture and pain. Of course Toby can't help him, who the hell could help someone after withstanding that? Dean's lucky, he thinks, to be able to function the way he does. Toby can't even sleep with those second-hand memories on his mind. Dean... he's strong. And Toby respects that immensely.

One day he'll ask. It's unspoken between the both of them; what Toby saw, what Dean knows. One day Toby will ask Dean to tell him what happened, instead of seeing parts of his memories regardless of whether he wants to. It's what a friend would do.

But until then, a friend won't tell him that things actually aren't that okay.

RE: TOBY'S HISTORY.

→ Was originally named William. Last name unknown, if different.

→ Age: 5. 1985. Lived with mother Maya in a secluded trailer, probably in a rural part of Ontario or Nova Scotia -- /bricked. Baby brother born around this time. Toby never got to know him. Victor Clooney (1x13) took the baby from Maya, and after he left Maya burnt down the trailer and ran through the woods with Toby, jumping into a river with him. Just before this, she tells him to repeat and remember his name - Toby Logan. She tells him that's his name now, and if anyone asks it's the only one he's ever had. Victor would be looking for her, and for William.

→ Found on the riverbank (with Maya?), taken to the hospital? Maya tells a man named Frank Cardea to take Toby away to save his life from the people looking for him. Toby is taken to Dr. Ray Mercer, a child psychologist in Toronto. Toby hears the 'voices' but can't shut them out. He is put into foster care.

→ At some point Dr. Mercer finds out about his ability - maybe from Frank? He keeps a case file of the changes in Toby's ability as he grows up.

→ From 1x08: Toby's third foster home, he still can't shut the voices out. Probably 5 - 7. Every night the man tucks him into bed and thinks about what he wants to do to him. He never touches him, but it's only a matter of time, so Toby sets the guy's garage on fire and is put back into the system.

→ From 1x05: Toby is 15. ~1995. Put with a foster family from hell, so he runs away and lives on the street for three months."Sometimes you gotta say things to protect yourself." (i.e. Daniel saying he killed Lisa).

→ From 1x10: Knows Spanish? And most likely French.

→ Something about a bike, I think? Wasn't watching at the time. Can't remember what episode/scene it was in.


Oz: (1x11) "You have a gift, and you don't know what you did to deserve it, so... you help people. It's your way of paying the world back. Simple psychology."

Dear taxonomites,

Toby is a telepath. He can hear your thoughts clear as speaking, and if distressing/intense thoughts, memories or ideas come up while he's around, he's likely to see them whether he wants to or not. I know this probably isn't cool with absolutely everyone, and not all characters will be susceptible to this, so I'd appreciate it if you could help me out. Ultimately it's up to you what Toby sees and hears, anyway. He doesn't use his power for personal gain (except sometimes when he needs to slide out of sticky situations by telling a person what they want to hear), and usually tries not to listen if the thoughts get too loud or chaotic or personal. Thanks!

<b>Can Toby...</b> <b>Hear your character's thoughts? Y/N/Ask first?:</b> <b>See any of your character's intense or distressing memories if they come up? Y/N/Ask first?:</b>

♥,
Ace