[center][h2][color=0072bc][b][i][b]Thomas Silias Falch[/b][/i][/b][/color][/h2]
[h3]Pool[/h3][/center]

There seemed to have been something in that whole spiel about everyone being mutants because this didn't feel right, it felt wrong. The closest thing Thomas could compare this strange numbness to was local anesthesia, but he could still use the affected parts of his body, there was just no feeling in them, and this kid was to blame. This wet, brown-haired dork that seemed to no grasp the concept of personal space, and hadn't he heard the shouts for him to back the fuck off? Had his mutation also affected his hearing? Or was he simply too high on a power rush to notice anything around him? If so, it was time to change that.

[color=0072bc]"Ey!"[/color] Thomas shouted, his voice booming through the room as the anger began to bubble inside him. His fist began to clench, his knuckles whitening as he resisted the urge to lash out. There was no questioning if he was angry, it was more a question of if he was dangerous. A long shaky breath escaped him as Thomas tried his best to ignore the voice flooding his mind, the voice demanding violence or some form of payback.

Anger management had never been a strong suit for Tommy, but he always tried to deny it, claiming that he always had control even as the pile of evidence against that kept growing larger. He didn't want to admit that he had issues, he wanted to sweep them under the mat and ignore them, but his inner demons never stayed silent for long. Throughout his schooling, Tommy had a habit of getting into fights and arguments, but he never ended up badly hurting or injuring anyone, and with age, he has gotten slightly better at calming himself down. However, a recent episode of his almost cost him his place in the military, but his officer had just made the excuse that Tommy could get a bit intense once in a while and that there was no point in forcing him to withdraw when there only were a few months left. He has no idea of why the officer chose to go out on a limb for him, to give him a 2nd chance, and he had gotten sick before he had had the chance to ask.

[color=0072bc]"I told you to let go of me, but you dragged me in here and did something to my wrist. I told you to stop, and you still think its funny to go ahead and use me as some test dummy? What if this is permanent?"[/color] Thomas gazed down at his hand, watching as his fingers moved while he felt nothing. Everything worked, so why couldn't he feel it? What had this idiot done?

Thomas took a quick step forward, his eyes narrowing as he looked into those beautiful blue eyes. [color=0072bc]"Oh he made me fell numb,"[/color] Thomas chuckled as he answered the newly arrived male. "My hand feels like a dead piece of meat, and he is shouting about it like it's the fucking coolest thing ever." Thomas reached out, catching a few fingers into one of Bailey's belt hoops, preventing him from retreating. [color=0072bc]"Fix, me,"[/color] he commanded but was cut off as some blond twirp told him to calm. He didn't want to calm, he wanted to punch Bailey, but sadly, the guy had a point. Tommy didn't know what his power was, but if just a slight touch from Bailey was enough to numb him, then what could he do? Who could say that the punch would prove fatal. Thomas groaned, biting down on his lower lip, unclenching his fist as he let go of Bailey. [color=0072bc]"You are safe...for now."[/color]