Oliver

Delbrook Academy High School

Cool @Filthy Mudblood! Every school needs a batshit crazy punk kid.

Delbrook Academy High School

@Apoalo Haha, he's probably going to have a double heart attack.

Delbrook Academy High School

Characters who have interacted with/been around Toby have been added to his relations sheet! These are just first impressions, and are going to change as the story progresses and relationships develop.

Delbrook Academy High School

Tobit Broflovski

Toby hesitated at the signups for soccer tryouts. His brown eyes flitted over the paper, reading the names already written down on it. His hand reached out for the pencil, but then he drew it back sharply as if he'd been burned.

He'd always loved playing soccer with his dad and the other poor kids back in Colorado. He was actually pretty good at it, at least when the other neighborhood kids were around his size. But those kids stopped talking to him as soon as they outgrew him, and he hadn't played properly with full teams and such for at least three years. He'd still occasionally kick the ball around with his dad, just for fun, but he never joined a proper team.

Besides, playing with a bunch of kids who were two feet taller than him and probably quite willing to pulverize him was... intimidating, to say the least. He bet anything they would have no interest in a tiny little kid with asthma and a propensity for failing miserably at everything joining their team. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to start getting bullied again. He was already the shortest kid, the poorest kid and probably the only Jewish kid. He didn't need to be the kid who made them lose every game.

He watched two nearly identical brothers walk up, one of them signing up for tryouts, the other trailing off to go elsewhere. Toby briefly looked up at the one who stayed to sign up. He had to stand on his toes a little to see the guys face properly. Even for a 'normal kid', this guy and his brother towered over Toby like giants. But of course, it was just Toby who was unusually small.

Toby lingered a while longer, anxiously biting his knuckles. A couple more kids stared at him as they walked past, muttering to themselves as soon as they thought he was out of earshot.

"Whose little brother is that?"

"Christ, how many grades did that kid skip? And look at his shoes! Is that fucking duct tape?"

"Was that a real live midget back there?"

Toby bit hard into the knuckles on his left hand, causing them to start to bleed a little. He didn't know whether or not he planned to sign up for soccer, but he didn't want to stick around much longer. If he hung around these kids too long he'd be in a sour mood for the rest of the day, and his day already didn't start off so good what with waking up late and having to deal with his aunt's early morning antics. Usually he tried to wake up before his aunt, for obvious reasons. But last night had been rough and he missed his 5:30 alarm.

Toby let out a heavy sigh and started to slowly walk away. He knew that whoever the soccer coach was would probably just laugh in his face if he dared to try out for the team.

Delbrook Academy High School

Tobit Broflovski

The first sound that Toby registered, before he was even really awake, was the noise of his aunt April's scraggly fingernails rapping on his old wood door.
"What the fuck are you still doing in bed!? Everyone's left already! Get moving, you little shit!"
His aunt's grating Midwestern accent met his ears and he groaned, rolling out of bed.
"I'm up, I'm up! Oy vey..."

He limped over to his dresser, rifling through his clothing options before turning to his hamper with a heavy sigh. He hadn't had the time to do his laundry in almost two weeks. He eventually selected a relatively clean pair of blue jeans that were frayed at the edges and torn on the left knee, a red t shirt and a grey and black checkered flannel, also slightly frayed.
Not bothering to comb his hair and knowing he didn't have time to shower, he opened the door to find his hungover aunt standing with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently. She was still wearing a dark blue bathrobe and holding a bottle of some sort of hard liquor in her right hand.
"Your mom left for a job interview. It's 7:00 and you should have been up an hour ago. Get moving, kiddo!" She snapped, taking a swig from the bottle and shoving her tiny nephew in the direction of the stairs.
"Don't call me kiddo!" Retorted Toby. Even though the kid didn't look it, he was in fact fifteen and a half years old. He was only four feet tall and weighed just 65 pounds. He looked and sounded exactly like your average nine-to-eleven year old, and this is how he would look for the rest of his mortal days. As much as he hated it, and the bullying that came along with it, he couldn't do anything about it.

Toby stumbled down the stairs into the foyer of their apartment, walking into the kitchen to see if they had any food. Unlikely. With his dad working pretty much minimum wage and his mom unemployed, they often couldn't afford things like groceries. Toby's dread was confirmed when he opened the ancient fridge to find half a jar of pickles, some spoiled milk and a single piece of bread. Rummaging through the cabinets he found a couple cans of soup and a box of crackers that were well past their sell-by date. Great. No breakfast for me. He thought, trudging back out into the foyer to get his worn out red sneakers. He picked up one of them and looked at the sole. Needs more duct tape... He thought, grabbing a roll of tape from the kitchen and silently taping the holes in his shoes.
His aunt had returned to the couch, nursing her bottle of booze and trying to get their busted TV to work. Toby could hear her swearing to herself as he grabbed his worn out grey backpack and walked out the door, scaling down three stories of stairs to get to the door that led outside.

It was chilly for a September morning. Toby was glad he brought the flannel. He walked down the front steps, checking the rusty mailbox before beginning his half hour long walk to school. His backpack was already weighing him down as he started to limp his way down Chevalle street. A couple of homeless people wandered aimlessly down the block, and one of his neighbors gave him a glare from her window. This was by no means a good neighborhood, it was just where the Broflovskis had to live. If his mother didn't have to support his aunt and her drinking, maybe they'd have enough money for food and heat. But as it stood, they were just barely making the rent every month.

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By the time Toby got to the school, the sky had clouded over as if it was threatening to rain. He briskly walked to his homeroom class, finding it fairly easily as all his class numbers were marked on his schedule. He sat through the announcement, not really listening to what was being said, then followed the rest of the students to the auditorium. On the way there, one of the hall monitors stopped him. "Excuse me young man, visitors can't roam the halls unaccompanied." He said, crouching down to Toby's level. "Who are you looking for? Did you sign in at the front desk..."
"I'm not a visitor. I'm a student." Toby said briskly, stepping aside to avoid knocking into the hall monitor as he followed the rest of the class. The hall monitor blinked for a moment, then muttered to himself "must have skipped at least five grades to be here..."

Once the assembly was over, the students were basically dumped in the football field where a bunch of booths had been set up carnival style. Toby wasn't really interested in looking at anything and was still kind of ticked off about his encounter with the hall monitor, so he simply followed the crowd of students, trying not to get too close to anyone. As he passed by a group of junior girls, they broke out into a fit of giggles, whispering to themselves as they walked on. Toby blushed furiously, speeding up as he continued to pretend to look at the booths.

Delbrook Academy High School

Great!
In the meantime, I'm sorting out some stuff I want to put in my first post. Expect it to be needlessly long and uneventful.
I'm really bad at condensing information.

Delbrook Academy High School

Okay, cool @A Tattooed Girl

Delbrook Academy High School

@A Tattooed Girl Would you prefer that your post be the first IC post, or should the rest of us start now?

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Damn it, this cannot die

Delbrook Academy High School

Agh, someone tell me to stop editing my bio. I just added like 5 more paragraphs and it's already too long...