<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/TimThomasHead.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"> Tim Thomas</span></span></strong><br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>37<br/><br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Killed 13 and injured 7 in a grocery store shooting spree<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Deli.<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Drake, Brazil, Natalie<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rolling over onto his back with a groan, it dawned on Tim that he had become the human battering ram, much to the chagrin of his throbbing shoulder and wounded butt cheek.<strong>"That's it. The next time something needs bustin' down, I'll watch while one of <em>you</em> sacrifice your body."</strong>Deep blue eyes watched Natalie as she moved past him and he was taken aback for a moment by the pensive look in her eyes. He could clearly discern that she was torn, struggling with herself about something, though he had no idea what that something might be. She was a pretty young thing whom Tim enjoyed looking at, but there was something in that brief moment when she looked at him that softened his tough exterior, something that Tim was not at all accustomed to. She soon moved away and began to rummage through some drawers. His attention had been on Natalie until a booted foot fell heavily next to his head. Glancing up suddenly, he was met with the image of the white-haired biker chick as she moved towards Natalie.<br/><br/>He hadn't even noticed that some of the others had taken it upon themselves to discuss whether or not to free him of his chains, as though they had a say in the matter, until Drake addressed him outright. Sitting up, Tim struggled against the chains to get back to his feet; not an easy task when your wrists and ankles are shackled together. Finally regaining his feet, Tim stretched to his full height, a venomous smirk on his face as he stepped closer towards Drake.<strong>"Do you honestly think these chains,"</strong>he held his fists up before him,<strong>"could keep me from snapping your neck right now... if I wanted to, little man?"</strong>He bared his clean, white teeth in a sinister looking, toothy grin.<strong>"Are the voices in your head telling you that, cause if they are then your voices are as fucking insane as you are."</strong>He glanced dangerously to Phaedra and the others gathered close by who had been sharing in conspiratorial whispers and glances.<strong>"As for me wearing an orange jumpsuit...  do you really think you're in a position to be passing judgment, Mr. <em>'brutally torture and murder the wrong person?'</em> At least I made it quick and painless... even for demons."</strong><br/><br/>He heard Brazil trying to scare Natalie by making him sound like a monster and he turned to face the two women, looking directly at Natalie first.<strong>"Don't you worry none, sweetness. I ain't gonna hurt you none."</strong>He tossed a quick wink to the young woman before glancing to Brazil as a smirk danced across his features.<strong>"You... you're a mouthy one, ain'tcha? Who the fuck are you anyway? Where did you come from and what the hell are you doing here?"</strong>He paused for a moment, rolling his neck from one side to the other causing a series of cracks to echo quietly inside the small deli.<strong>"Are you the one who started the fire that nearly toasted us all alive?"</strong>