LAW ENFORCEMENT, tobias lee
posted Mar 4, 2019 8:19:20 GMT -6
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TOBIAS SUTTON LEE
TOBIAS SUTTON LEE
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TOBIAS LEE
LOOKS LIKE ROXAS FROM KINGDOM HEARTS
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FILE NAVIGATION
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ABOUT TOBY
ABOUT TOBY
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TOBY
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TOBY
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18 YEARS OLD
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18 YEARS OLD
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CIS MALE
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CIS MALE
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HE / HIM
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HE / HIM
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QUESTIONING
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QUESTIONING
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QUESTIONING
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SINGLE
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SINGLE
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DECEMBER 19
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DECEMBER 19
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SAGITTARIUS
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SAGITTARIUS
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911 OPERATOR + CASHIER
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i don't know, i just remember being so much brighter.
i don't know, i just remember being so much brighter.
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MISCELLANEOUS
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+ has an Australian accent like his twin, but its not as strong.[break][break]
+ he fantasizes about one day spray-painting the streets with his art, but it’s something he'll probably never have the courage to do.[break][break]
+ he's had a lot of part-time jobs over the years, including being a bellboy and waiting tables.[break][break]
+ only just began working as a 911 operator.[break][break]
+ he’s 5’7” tall.[break][break]
+ used to like being the oldest twin when he was younger, but now he doesn’t really care.[break][break]
+ he often makes himself blanket forts, but would never admit to it, too scared of seeming like a little kid. [break][break]
+ zones out a lot when he’s drawing. he also likes to experiment with different types of paint when he has money to spare on art supplies. [break][break]
+ has a lot of sketchbooks.[break][break]
+ he tends to get overwhelmed in large crowds, and gets extremely restless in uncomfortable or unfamiliar places. [break][break]
+ has a habit of fidgeting, especially scratching at the skin of his arms and wrists. [break][break]
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MISCELLANEOUS
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+ has an Australian accent like his twin, but its not as strong.[break][break]
+ he fantasizes about one day spray-painting the streets with his art, but it’s something he'll probably never have the courage to do.[break][break]
+ he's had a lot of part-time jobs over the years, including being a bellboy and waiting tables.[break][break]
+ only just began working as a 911 operator.[break][break]
+ he’s 5’7” tall.[break][break]
+ used to like being the oldest twin when he was younger, but now he doesn’t really care.[break][break]
+ he often makes himself blanket forts, but would never admit to it, too scared of seeming like a little kid. [break][break]
+ zones out a lot when he’s drawing. he also likes to experiment with different types of paint when he has money to spare on art supplies. [break][break]
+ has a lot of sketchbooks.[break][break]
+ he tends to get overwhelmed in large crowds, and gets extremely restless in uncomfortable or unfamiliar places. [break][break]
+ has a habit of fidgeting, especially scratching at the skin of his arms and wrists. [break][break]
+ usually wears headphones and listens to loud music when he’s out and about.
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-pop music
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-crying
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-sleepless nights
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It took a little while for him to realise that there was something wrong with his twin. The doctor visits had made him think that maybe he was sick. But he never looked sick. So obviously, that meant that everything was fine. It was the bruises that were the real concern. The strange looks and appointments would stop eventually. That’s what he’d thought at least.
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He worried -- of course he worried, he was the older twin after all -- but it was hard to protect someone from themselves. Talking to him had always been an easy thing to do. Being able to talk about anything and everything was something he liked about being so close to Scott. But sometimes he’d lie. His brother was a good liar, almost scarily so, but he wasn’t that good. Not good enough to fool him. Not completely. But even when he knew when his brother was lying, it never changed the continuous stream of mottled bruises on his skin. Every time he saw him, he was sure there was even darker marks staining his skin an ugly purple than before. Yet, he still acted like things were okay. Even with his brother in such close proximity, he felt… far away.
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He couldn’t change Scott, couldn’t stop him from doing what he wanted. If it was something that made him feel better, how could he? So eventually, he learned to stop asking. Though, he could never help the doubt that’d fill his eyes at each smile. [break][break]
Halfway through school, he started to feel… restless. Like something was misplaced or that things weren’t quite right. Like there were constant eyes on him, making his skin crawl and palms sweat. The bustling halls full of people and constant loud noise made him want to shrink into his locker. It made going to school a chore at the best of time. But he learned to cope, he learned to appear calm -- like he didn’t want to tear himself out of his skin. Just until the end of the school day, that’s how long he needed to put up with it until he could go home and relax again.
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Sometimes when he was alone -- when his skin felt itchy and almost too tight for his bones, and it was hard to take a breath -- he’d grab the blankets on his bed and wrap them around himself. He’d wrap them tight. So tight, they were practically suffocating. Only then, in the dark, small space he’d made for himself, would the tight feeling in his chest abate, if only just a little. The older he got and the worse the tightness in his chest would get, the more he would retreat into his room and wrap himself up in his blankets. It was then when he started to wonder, if maybe there was something wrong with him, as well.
the rapture in the dark
It took a little while for him to realise that there was something wrong with his twin. The doctor visits had made him think that maybe he was sick. But he never looked sick. So obviously, that meant that everything was fine. It was the bruises that were the real concern. The strange looks and appointments would stop eventually. That’s what he’d thought at least.
[break][break]
He worried -- of course he worried, he was the older twin after all -- but it was hard to protect someone from themselves. Talking to him had always been an easy thing to do. Being able to talk about anything and everything was something he liked about being so close to Scott. But sometimes he’d lie. His brother was a good liar, almost scarily so, but he wasn’t that good. Not good enough to fool him. Not completely. But even when he knew when his brother was lying, it never changed the continuous stream of mottled bruises on his skin. Every time he saw him, he was sure there was even darker marks staining his skin an ugly purple than before. Yet, he still acted like things were okay. Even with his brother in such close proximity, he felt… far away.
[break][break]
He couldn’t change Scott, couldn’t stop him from doing what he wanted. If it was something that made him feel better, how could he? So eventually, he learned to stop asking. Though, he could never help the doubt that’d fill his eyes at each smile. [break][break]
Halfway through school, he started to feel… restless. Like something was misplaced or that things weren’t quite right. Like there were constant eyes on him, making his skin crawl and palms sweat. The bustling halls full of people and constant loud noise made him want to shrink into his locker. It made going to school a chore at the best of time. But he learned to cope, he learned to appear calm -- like he didn’t want to tear himself out of his skin. Just until the end of the school day, that’s how long he needed to put up with it until he could go home and relax again.
[break][break]
Sometimes when he was alone -- when his skin felt itchy and almost too tight for his bones, and it was hard to take a breath -- he’d grab the blankets on his bed and wrap them around himself. He’d wrap them tight. So tight, they were practically suffocating. Only then, in the dark, small space he’d made for himself, would the tight feeling in his chest abate, if only just a little. The older he got and the worse the tightness in his chest would get, the more he would retreat into his room and wrap himself up in his blankets. It was then when he started to wonder, if maybe there was something wrong with him, as well.
puts me at ease
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call me
KILEO
call me
KILEO
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DISCORD
19 YEARS OLD | SHE / HER | AEST |
DISCORD
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5%
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