<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>Kiling 13 and injuring 7 in a grocery store shooting spree<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving at the Library via police escort ---> Taking a seat in the main reading room with the other    "patients"<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>NPC Armed Guards<br/><hr/><br/>Black snow crunched under the tires of the plain, white van as it slowed to a halt outside the once proud building that stood a sad and crumbling shadow of it's former glory. The neighborhood was vacant of people, mostly, save for the random vagrant here and there. Two armed guards stepped from the van, both moving guardedly to the back doors which opened to reveal a stocky man dressed in the finest goverment issue orange jumpsuit, the correctional facility's fashion statement for its inmates. His stoic expression was framed by brownish auburn hair, a neatly groomed beard and mustache, and steely blue eyes. Were it not for for the hand cuffs and manacles tethered to a chain about his waist, and his unfortunate attire, one might say he had a kind face, with rugged good looks.<br/><br/>Hopping down from the back of the van, Tim Thomas shivered against the cold as curious blue eyes took in his surroundings, settling at last upon the once majestic library.<strong>"A library? What, you want me to read you a story,"</strong>he grumbled sarcastically, a hint of humor underlining his words. His voice was a deep baritone that rumbled in his barrel of a chest with a rich and lightly textured quality.<strong>"Fine,"</strong>he huffed as he shuffled up the steps as best as his manacled feet would allow him.<strong>"but I ain't reading no fairy tales or girly books, do I make myself clear?"</strong>He gave a smug grin to the two armed guards as he moved into the grand foyer.<br/><br/>The sounds of his shuffling steps echoed through the empty halls as he was guided towards the main reading room of the old library, the sounds of muted voiced wafted from the other side of the door. He paused at the door as one of the guards stepped forward and opened it, leading the three men inside the room where Tim noticed the group of people gathered around in a circle as they sat in their chairs, heads turning to investigate the new guy.<strong>"Ah, this is fucking fantastic,"</strong>he mumbled to quietly<strong>"why didn't you tell me we were going to a party? I would've wore something more festive."</strong>The guard behind him zapped him with a hand held stun device sending Tim's face into an unattractive grimace of pain mixed with involuntary muscle spasms.<strong>"Ooooh... that was fun,"</strong>he grumbled through gritted teeth as he eyed the others in the room.<br/><br/>The armed guard who lead the way into the room approached the doctor, pulling out a small hand held device as he came to a stop beside her.<strong>"I'm sorry we're late, Dr. Hudgeworth. Traffic,"</strong>he declared bluntly as he thumbed the keys on his device.<strong>"I'm transferring his files over to you now. Sorry for the chains, a necessary security precaution. Mr. Thomas killed two more <em>demons</em> while incarcerated. Keep an eye on him. He's all yours now. Good luck Doctor, you're going to need it."</strong>With that the armed guards turned and left the room, leaving Tim standing several feet from the group and the doctor, his stoic impression firmly entrenched as he studied each person in turn.