<span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Timothy knew that he had a wonderful opportunity before him. A beautiful mansion he called home, a complete contrast to his original childhood home, and the lights were always on with food always stocked in the fridge. His entire world was changed with one simple meeting with a few recruiters who took an interest in his brother. At least, that was how it was in his mind. His brother was always more talented than him, be it because of age or intelligence Timothy never really knew, but it caused the younger brother to feel slightly inadequate. Of course, he never shared any of his opinions or self-doubt with anyone; that would just make him seem far more weak than he already was. Though, he wasn't daft, he knew he had a mutation that could one day become a force to be reckoned with. One day he would fully have control of his mutation. His mind couldn't help but wonder when that time would be, though, as he stared up at the beautiful sky.<br/>
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Least, what <i>was</i> the beautiful sky. Timothy sighed, allowing the cigarette smoke to fall from his lips as he shook his head. Even when he was feeling inadequate, it seemed that his brother always had a way to prove his superiority. Scrunching his nose up in displeasure as the sky went from cloudy and murky to its original beauty, he couldn't help but stub his cigarette angrily into the grass. He would one day be as strong as his brother, and he would definitely show him up in small little ways like his brother did. Honestly, he didn't even know if his brother did what he did on purpose to dig into Timothy's skin, but it often felt that way to the younger man. What was even more frustrating was that he didn't find himself hating his brother or resenting him, it just made him want to get better and better before he could actually beat his brother in a fight.<br/>
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He respected Thomas in a way he didn't respect many people, often badmouthing authority for the hell of it. His often callous way of acting made him more a less something of an outcast, totally by his own accord of course, in the mansion. Most of the people he had spent the past year or so with, he hardly knew the names of. His own attitude and general disagreeableness had made him somewhat renowned. Everyone was an extra to him, someone who didn't understand shit and would never understand anything. His free time when he wasn't training, which was still normally by himself, or in classes was ironically with nature. For the most part nature did remind him of his brother, and it was nice to be surrounded by familiarity since Thomas was usually on missions or training for important missions. Timothy understood the importance of his brother's job, but he couldn't help but feel a little lost without the familiarity of his brother near him.<br/>
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Still sitting in the small patch of grass he called his own, he stared blankly up at the sky. Nature was pretty cool, he guessed, Timothy couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if he was lucky enough to have a mutation that also controlled nature. Would he have been partnered up with his brother? Or would he still just be in classes and bullshit training with a bunch of snot nosed brats, regardless that they were his own age. It was surprising to hear his brother's voice, almost something he didn't think he would get a real opportunity to hear for a little while longer, he watched as the older man took a seat next to him on the grass. "Just hanging out, since there's nothing really going on inside," he shrugged, because he didn't want to bother his brother with talking about how he wasn't really acclimating to all the people that surrounded him daily like his brother was. Before answering the other's question, he saw the group of X-Men gathering up to presumably train. "You know you shouldn't keep them waiting, they'll start thinking you're the weakest link," he teased, offering a small smile as he shoved the other gently. </span>