01st Bark | Action & Video
[His nose flares as a cool breath of air fills his lungs. Stormy gray eyes peer through thick dark lashes as he assesses his surroundings. He already knows that he is somewhere new, however his jeans, leather jacket and other effects seem to have traveled with him.
There is only one familiar scent lingering in this place due to the water which laps noisily against the shore. His fingers flex, each digit stretching before he shifts and raises from his strange tomb. His shoulders were tense as he rose to his full daunting height and the water rippled as he stepped towards the bay's exit. He inspects the box, reading through each written word that decorates the pamphlets. He then pockets what he needs and tosses the container they came in back into the water. His stare lingers on the phone before he pockets it as well.
Toby shoves his hands in his jeans and then begins to follow the familiar scent that trails through the new city. His eyes are like steel as he glances around Genessia heading towards a mysterious destination with intent interest.]
[OOC: Feel free to run into him anywhere as he walks through the city.]
Video: Effort.
[He doesn’t look happy to be speaking to some unknown entity like this. His tone is even and remains matter-of-fact as he asks the one question that's pressing against his thoughts.]
I’m interested in knowing who assumes leadership around here. Seen or unseen. [He'd rather know all the players on the field.] That said, what is it that everyone does here?
[Since it appears that going home isn't a valid option at the moment; not that his home needs him.]
Action: BAR!
[Later that night Toby can be found at his usual end of day location; the bar. It's difficult for him to get drunk but he enjoys the buzzing atmosphere and the collection of conversations that fly freely from drunk lips.
The glass clinks softly against the polished counter top as the bartender slides a beer in front of him. 'At least somethings never change,' he thinks to himself as he brings the edge of the glass to his lips. The cold bitter taste of beer fills his mouth and trickles down his throat with great satisfaction.
Gray eyes move over the bar as Toby watches those who come and go; sit and complain. It's nice and at least in the bar he's able to experiance the more familiar scents of alcohol and smoke.]

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