<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>Still standing in the old library reading room.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Phaedra, Drake, (mentioning Alice and Sarah)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Tim gave an annoyed roll of his dark eyes towards the good doctor as she played her roll to perfection, "reminding" them all of why they were and were not here, gathered in this dismal room with all of these miserable people... these strangers who he could care less if the dropped dead on the spot. He let out a groan at her gentle chastisement, shifting his eyes to others in the room as the doctor announced a break, mentioning refreshments and the restrooms.<br/><br/>Glancing towards the refreshment table, he caught the daggers that the raven haired young woman was glaring in his direction, a smirk creasing his lips in recognition of the hateful look burning behind those eyes. Instead of spouting off some smart remark, Tim simply winked at her, knowing that would probably get under her skin more than any words he might utter. She was attractive, and he couldn't help but wonder what crime she had committed that found here here today.<br/><br/>His attention was diverted from the pretty brunette with daggers for eyes by another pretty young thing. She a peculiar look about her, like one of those young goth types. A splash of magenta stood in stark contrast to the curtain of onyx that draped her pretty face, highlighted with dark makeup. Truth be told, there was plenty of eye candy in this room to suit Tim's vivid imagination. As he appreciated Sarah's femininity, he was distracted by casual voice of the man next to him as he asked him about those he'd killed.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I didn't kill any of the fuckers until I was inside the grocery store, and I certainly remember that's where it all came to an end as the law dogs felt the need to taze me and then dog pile their bodies on top of mine.... bastards.  I should sue them for police brutality. As for what they looked like..."</strong>Tim narrowed his eyes and tilted his head as he searched his memory, his eyes shifting up and to the left as though he were trying to recall what he'd had for dinner yesterday,<strong>"Crafty motherfuckers... look just like you and I. Except, <em>He</em> told me they would be wearing red.... so I knew what to look for."</strong>He stroked his chin as he watched Sarah get up and cross the room,<strong>"But there was this one that was really good. She... I mean<em> it</em> made it hard for me to pull the trigger. It looked like a tall drink of blond, leggy with really nice tits, ya know,"</strong>he answered in a cavalier tone.<strong>"But I'll be damned if she... <em>it</em> weren't wearing a red dress. That one was the hardest to do. But, it had to be done... and I was appointed the task."</strong><br/><br/>As he answered Drake's question he watched as Sarah strode over to the doctor's notepad. His eyebrows arched a little as she dumped the doctor's notepad computer into the trash bin, struck a book of matches and dropped them in the can.<strong>"Completely fucking nuts, I tell ya."</strong><br/><br/>Looking back to Drake suddenly, a curious and annoyed look spread over the big man's face.<strong>"What'd you just say?"</strong>He looked around as though he wasn't entirely sure it was Drake he'd heard speaking. Glancing to the doctor, he wondered if perhaps this was one of her techniques for her "voice therapy" sessions; piping in different voices to suggest contradicting messages... test the patients' response to the stimuli. He half smiled at the doctor, nodding his understanding as he pointed a finger at her causing his chains to rattle in the process.<strong>"Nice one... good try doc, but you won't get a rise out of me."</strong><br/><br/>The third voice had him looking at everyone suspiciously, his eyes narrowing into dark little beads and his brow creasing into a deep furrow.<strong>"You're right,"</strong>he whispered,<strong>"Don't worry, Lord. I won't be fooled."</strong>