Tobias Whittington

Tobias Whittington runs his tongue along his teeth as he finishes setting up his perfect trap- not one that would actually hurt anybody, of course, but just so they'll find themselves a little... tied up if they stumble across it. He thought the others were ridiculous- why chase, when they could just let the prey come to them? He shakes his head in amusement as he finishes a knot, leaving the rope hidden just beneath some leaves. It wouldn't yank them upside down like in the movies, but it'd wrap around their ankle, pull it out from under them and send them toppling into the pile of leaves nearby. He steps back silently as he hears the unmistakable sound of footsteps, his neon mask gleaming in the darkness as he ducks behind a tree- watching, waiting... and there. He watches from the darkness as CraveU user steps closer to his trap, his head tilted as a smirk curls on his lips.

"Psst. Over here, I think I found a path to the safehouse."



He calls out in a hushed voice, impersonating one of the other underclassmen as he lies in wait. His whip curls around his wrist as he listens, waiting for the sound of their footsteps.