<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/TimThomasHead.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">  <br/><br/></div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Tim Thomas</span></span></strong><br/><strong>Age:</strong>37<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Killed 13 and injured 7 in a grocery store shooting<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Standing in the main reading room with the other "patients"<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isaac, Drake - Everyone<br/><hr/>Tim studied each person silently for a few moments, standing as still as a statue, as his dark and brooding eyes shifted from person, to person, to person. He could think of a million different places he'd rather be, none of which was on the list handed down from the federal judge remitting him to the authority of one Dr. Jennifer Hudgeworth. Finally the silence was broken by the sound of the sketch man's voice as he explained, matter-of-fact, how he'd broken into a store, stole some supplies and painted a damn Muriel.<br/><br/><strong>"No shit?"</strong>Tim said with an amused tone in his voice.<strong>"Huh. That's hard core man...."</strong>he paused for a moment before adding derisively,<strong>"No really."</strong>He turned to look at the good doctor with an expression that seemed to say,<em>are you fucking kidding me?</em>But just then, almost as if in answer to his unspoken question, the door opened behind him once more followed by a cold gust of wind that gushed in from outside reminding everyone just how cold it was outside. All heads swiveled to investigate the new comer, including Tim's.<br/><br/>The man looked like a character straight of one of those old black and white private dick movies,<em>Sorta acts like one to,</em>Tim thought as the man moved to stand next to him. He watched as the strange man pulled out a pack of cigarettes, making a show of pulling one out and lighting it up, much to Tim's chagrin. Tim's eyebrows creased at the main in disgust,<strong>"Do you mind? Those things will kill you."</strong>He was serious, but soon the man was prompted by the doctor and he began to tell his story.<br/><br/>Tim's facial expression shifted only slightly during the course of the man's tragic, gory details of the crime that landed him here in this building, in this room with this group of strangers, whose stories he'd all missed due to his late arrival.<br/><br/>Then it was the pretty white haired girl's turn. Tim's dark, attentive eyes watched as the girl started to speak, and then seemed to have a private conversation with her self. As she glanced at the window, he notice her lips moving, but could hear no words. He cast a glance to the doctor, whose attention was also fixed on the girl. Finally she began to speak, announcing that her name was Winter before spilling her story as well of how she'd killed her own father... and a few others.<em>A few others huh? Nice bit of details there. Okay, fair enough.</em><br/><br/>The door opened yet again, giving entrance to the quiet and meek Asian girl. Without so much as a word, she moved like a whisper to take a seat with the others, her head cast down to the floor sending her curtain of raven hair cascading around her pretty face and obscuring her features.<br/><br/>Finally, there was no one left to tell there story, save for Tim. All eyes were on him and he finally rolled his eyes with a quiet groan.<strong>"Fine, fine. God spoke to me and told told me to kill the demons that roam this earth disguised as people. 'Wolves in sheep's clothing,' he said. He told me to take my Saiga, 12 gauge, semiautomatic shot gun and a three 10 round magazines into the local grocery outlet and kill all the demons. He said I would know which ones were demons, because they would be wearing red."</strong>He was very cavalier in his deliver, almost like telling everyone he walked out to check his mailbox. He paused looking at each person in turn, studying their faces for their reaction to what he'd said so far. He knew they'd all be thinking the same thing that the doctors and lawyers and jury members had thought. That he was insane. But he didn't care what anyone else thought. He knew he was working for a higher power above prosecution or reproach. He gave a shrug his his broad shoulders before he continued.<strong>"So I did. Walked right in the front door and... wouldn't you know it, Demons were every where. So I whipped out my Saiga and started popping heads. I hit a few people by accident.... that's just the nature of a shotgun, ya see, but... none of them died. Killed thirteen demons though. Not bad for a rookie, huh?"</strong>He almost smiled, proud of his feat. Then he continued.<strong>"Then he told me about two more demons in prison last month. Took care of them too, but I didn't have a shotgun this time. Had to use my bare hands. D you have any idea how many different ways you can kill a man with your bare hands?"</strong>He held up his hands as if to demonstrate, causing the chains that were tethered to the shackles around his ankles to rattle softly before dropping them again. And that was it. He'd said his piece.<br/><br/>Looking over to Drake, his expression was as serious as could be.<strong>"But what you did was just fucked up, man. And you got off on insanity?"</strong>He regarded the man for a moment, rehashing his story in his head.<strong>"Have you ever considered maybe you're lawyer wasn't really all that good. Maybe your just fucking insane."</strong>He turned to look at the others in the room too, his face stern as he spoke again.<strong>"You're all fucking crazy, you know that, right?"</strong>