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 Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 6:28 pm
  (I love his 'wtf' face lol) alias: Toby Evans real name: Tobias Ribisi 34 Retired marine 'Toby' has moved on to work in security. Mostly for rock bands, or celebrity's. What he really does is travel the world with his big brother as a mercenary. A deadly duo they work very well together. Well... until their luck ran out... Tobias rubbed the sides of his head, smoking like a chimney while waiting for his nephew to get home. He'd already ransacked the house, packing everything he needed, and destroying some documents that needed burning. He'd already cleared out his brother's bank accounts, what safety deposit boxes he had in this city, and collected all the guns from his secret little wall safe. He had passports, new identities and enough cash to buy a ferrari on the spot in full.
Now all he needed was a freaking nephew to hurry the ******** up and get his a** home.
The pressure to protect his brothers son was intense, he felt almost panicked about it. But he knew he had time. And if he rushed anything else he'd freak the kid out (which would make everything a 100 times harder). So he told himself to chill, and to wait.
"Hey!" He jumped out of his seat when his nephew rounded the corner, "Man I've been waiting for hours! Long time no see." He grinned, the age old scar on his cheek pulling in it's familiar fashion.
He crushed his cigarette out, trying to seem as relaxed as possible. Normal. Calm. But he was hyper and jumpy as hell!
"I told your dad I was kidnapping you." He laughed a bit, reaching out to clap the kid on the shoulder, "I'm working for Warped Tour this summer, thought you'd want to join me for a couple weeks. I already packed, we gotta leave now."
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 6:47 pm
 Name: Moran Evans
Age: 19
Recently graduated from high school, Moran is excited to get started on his life! He's already been accepted to St. Marie Academy of Patissiers and Patissierres! An academy based entirely on teaching the art and techniques or pastry and sweets making from candy making, chocolate tempering, and much more!
Moran sighed as he stepped off the bus a block up from his house. The day had gone from great to terrible so far. Early that morning he'd received his acceptance letter to St Marie's Academy! That had set him off with a spring in his step as he went apartment hunting. However, most in his price range were fixer uppers or in really shoddy neighborhoods. Then, he met up with his boyfriend Mike of almost a year to be told that he was dumping him cause he wouldn't put out! He'd been planning on giving his first time to Mike on their anniversary in a few months! Sighing again, Moran fixed the strap of his bag on his shoulder and started down the sidewalk. When Moran turned the corner, he looked up and was utterly shocked to see his favorite uncle standing there with a cigarette. " Uncle Toby!" Moran greeted with a warm smile as the taller man approached him and clapped him on the shoulder which earned him a hug from Moran. Hearing his offer, Moran blinked and pulled back to look confused. " I don't know Toby, I'm suppose to be looking for my own place before I start college. How long is this Tour gonna take?" he asked.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 7:12 pm
Toby forced himself to look as calm as possible. His brother was the better actor between the two of them.
"College is forever away, don't be such a worry wart." He scoffed, rubbing a palm over his hair, checking to make sure it was still slicked back nice and neat.
"It's going to be fun, come on! You can't say no. The place is going to be crawling with... uh... boys in skinny jeans." He offered a wolfish grin.
Even without his brother telling him his son was gay, Tob had known. Fags knew fags more or less. Which was just about what the big guy had said to him, 'Apparently gay runs in the family, thanks for nothing.' But he hadn't really been upset. He was use to it from his younger brother.
Tobias felt a stab of grief over the loss of his brother. His best friend. But just like he'd been doing for days, he pushed the emotions away. Now wasn't the time.
"I'm not taking no for an answer, get yur s**t and get in the car. We're doing this." He laughed, trying to sound excited.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 7:29 pm
At Toby's words, Moran blushed at the mention of boys in skinny jeans. " I-It's that obvious huh?" Moran said, brushing a hand through his shaggy blond hair with a sigh. " My boyfriend actually just dumped me today cause I didn't put out soon enough..." Moran admitted sadly then shook it off. When Toby said he wasn't taking no for an answer Moran smiled and shook his head. " Ok, ok Toby, I'm down for your little tour. Just let me go grab a few things from my room..." Moran said and started towards the front door.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 7:55 pm
Tob didn't want to make the kid self conscious or nothing, but he didn't want Moran to feel like he had to hide anything about himself either. Even if... The only family he had lied to him every moment of every day.
So Tobias was hypocritical, big surprise!
"Ah ******** that guy!" He waved the news off, anyone willing to pass on his nephew was clearly out of their mind. But he back tracked almost instantly.
"Uh I mean... it's good you didn't!... should wait... or something." He cleared his throat, feeling panicked again, "Yeah just be quick I told ya I already packed." He heaved a huge sigh as Moran disappeared in the house.
With his brother gone he had to be there for Moran, not just to protect him but to help raise him. Guide him.
"Ah s**t, I am not cut out for this." He set his hands on his knees, bent over to breathe so he didn't pass out.
Tobias was not only NOT a father figure, he shouldn't even be allowed around children. He wasn't mature enough for them!
A sharp sound from the side of the house caught his attention. Standing straight and shaking his head, trying to clear it and not freak out to badly over the fact that he was now the closest thing his nephew had to a father. The poor lost soul!
He was expecting a neighbor or an animal but as he turned the corner, Tob instead found a man trying open a window, knife in hand.
Without hesitation Tobias launched himself at the man, tackling him to the ground. Both men grunted, but neither cried out. No one was looking to have attention drawn on them.
Tobias had the upper hand with his surprise pounce, and with the ease that only years of practice brings, he drew the knife from his own boot while they wrestled. Tob plunged the wide blade in the mans neck, clamping a hand over his mouth to stifle his quick shout.
The would be assassin didn't die quickly, but he was incapacitated easily enough. Tobias collected his knife, wiping it as quickly as he could on the dying man's shirt and stuffing it back in it's sheath. He heard Moran coming but couldn't let him see the dying in the shade of his house.
"Hey you ready?" He sprung out from beside the house, rubbing his hand on the back of his shirt under his coat. Cleaning off what little blood he'd gotten on him.
"Come on." He grinned, fighting to breath normally.
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