Oh my gosh!! Tobias!!! *huggles* Sorry for not posting, I tried, but the forums would NOT let me see the posts after a certain point!! Didn't want to POV and get it wrong. :P I totally understand, Tobias! Good to see you back, though!! :D
And without further ado, here is a POV-
*I couldn't resist. XD Not after Toby was described as Tom Holland. XD
"Go join Beta and get some lunch, Maddie. I have some business to deal with," I informed her, shooting a glare at Four. "You are not going to yell at Four!" Maddie whisper-yelled/giggled. "'I meant what I said and I said what I meant.' -That was a children's author who said that, by the way- So therefore I am going to yell at Four. I told you what would happen if something like this happened again," I stated calmly. Maddie shakes her head and laughs. "Now this I have to see," she laughs. "Well, then, stay here," I said, slightly exasperated but the smile on my face gave away my true feelings on the subject. Then, I remember my time as a nurse, fighter, and *guy-in-the-chair on Team Rooney and school my face and march up to Four. "Can I help you?" he asks in an almost bored voice, eyebrow raised like what-is-this-tiny-human-talking-to-me-for? That just fueled my rage. I put my hands on my hips and purse my lips. "Tobias Eaton," I start in a low voice. He drops the knife. "As you should well know, I am training to be a nurse -or doctor, whatever is more needed- and everyone in this training group and below are my patients. This include a certain Madison Rooney who seems to keep getting hurt for no apparent reason. Now I know that during training I am to expect bruises and cuts and black eyes, maybe even a concussion or broken bone or two. But I will not, cannot, tolerate it when one of my patients gets hurt for no apparent reason. And by an instructor no less. And I know perfectly well that all of the transfers have gotten through phase one, the physical phase, of training. So there is absolutely no reason for Miss Rooney to have gotten hurt today, was there? Don't respond, Four, that was rhetorical. And don't give me that about Eric being there. I helped take down one tyrant much worse than this, he. Is. Nothing. But. A. Fly. Do you hear me? A fly. Treat him as such and I know you can, Four, because I happen to know that you were the top of your class back in the day. So I don't want to hear any excuses or see situations like this one happen again. Am I clear?" I finish firmly. He opens his mouth, I can see in his eyes it's to protest, so I interrupt, "Am. I. CLEAR?" I glare at him, never wavering in my eye contact. His eyes are blazing but mine more so and in the end, he looks away first and nods slowly, still shooting me glares. I nod once, sharply, and turn to leave but he grabs my arm quickly and draws me close. "How did you know my name? And what gave you the right to talk to me like that?" he hisses in my ear. I turn around and look at him, face as blank and as hard as granite, and reply very calmly, "I was in a War, Four. And I know you were, too, don't give me that look. You were technical support and I thank you for your duty, but don't think you've seen the front lines like I have. Because I have. I have been in do-or-die situations. I have seen my sister and her fiance and my friends kill or be killed. I have worked as hard as I could on the operation table, friends and family in the back hoping against hope that their loved ones caught in the blast radius will live. I have seen that and so much more. So do not think for one second that just because I am younger than you that I am no more wiser, hardened, or experienced than you are. And it's true that you may be more wiser or hardened or experienced in some areas than me, but do not let that cloud your judgment of me. Or you will be sorry. Either of us could be powerful allies or powerful enemies. Choose wisely and I will do the same. I have fought too hard to not be allowed to speak to who I want to speak to." "And my name?" I smirk at that. "Simple. I saw your face... and did some research." And with that, I turned around and, grabbing John from the shadows, linked arms with Maddie and proclaimed on our way to the cafeteria, "I need cake. Let's go get cake."
(Mods, please let this through, none of it is REAL!! It is all for the purposes of the RP!!!)
I was tired. I was tired of it all. I want Beta. Or Grace. Or John. Or one of their friends. Liv was nice. So was Maddie. A little tough, but nice. I was homesick and I needed family. So after everyone was asleep, I crept out and got onto a train carrying some kind of... serum to Amity. I wanted to see Liv. And Baby Maddie. And maybe Toby, too. Just for the night! That's all! I hope they won't send me away... After about thirty minutes -give or take, maybe, ten minutes-, I hopped off the train and walked another five minutes to where I knew for a fact -I had looked it up earlier- Liv and Toby and Baby Maddie lived. Hoping I wasn't waking them and wouldn't wake the neighbors, I knocked on their door three times, and stepped back. A light flashed on downstairs -one upstairs in what I assumed was a bedroom had been on- and suddenly the door was open. "Oh! What's your name, dear?" Liv asked kindly. Right. Last she saw me, I had looked a lot different. I was a baby then. Or... Toddler, I think. Early memories are kind of jumbled up for me. "I-It's Blake, Liv. Grace and Beta's younger brother? I-I was hoping that I could just s-see you for tonight and then head back home before morning, but if you're just busy, I-I can j-just go," I stammered, blushing furiously at my stupidity that I forgot that they could have been busy or not wanted to see me at all. Her eyes lit up. "Blake! It's been forever since I last saw you! Of course, of course, come in, come in!" Did she always like saying things in pairs? "Toby got up a few hours ago, you see, and we were just having a late, er, lunch," she explained as I walked in and she closed the door behind me. I nodded in understanding at her words. I knew that Amity were farmers, so it would make sense that after all that farming from the week that Toby would want to sleep in. And be hungry when he woke up. "Do you want anything, Blake?" I shook my head. "Well, make yourself at home. Toby's up, I'll go tell him you're here. He's still a bit groggy so I apologize in advance," she informed me, starting upstairs. I simply nodded and looked around before settling down in a chair, kicking at the legs since my feet didn't reach the ground yet. I wondered why Toby was still -what was the word?- groggy since he woke up hours and hours ago, even if it was later than usual. Maybe he had a nap, too? That would make sense. Last year, one time I stayed up late and woke up even later and John said that I still had to take a nap later. I was groggy when I woke up both times. I wonder if that's what Liv did to Toby? If he hadn't wanted to take a nap so she said that he had to? Yeah... that must be it... I hope.
(Again, Mods, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET THIS GO THROUGH!!!)