[color=turquoise][center][h2][b]Thomas Herringson[/b][/h2][/center][/color]

[center][h3][i]Last night, upon his introduction[/i][/h3][/center]

	Thomas left almost immediately after he was introduced by Monokuma. Once he was out of the court of carnage, it wasn’t terribly difficult to slip away. Ellie was far more striking, and Rika had actually once been in this killing game, so Thomas was relatively uninteresting. He prefered to save introductions for a later date, once he could glean some information about the players in the game he was just introduced to.

	Introductions were important to Thomas, at least in this killing game. He needed to establish credence and good impressions to maximize his chances. So the fact that he was displayed on the screen was a source of frustration for Thomas. For everyone to have seen him act so unbecoming of his namesake… But it wasn’t the biggest deal to Thomas tonight, no. While he was settling into his room last night, he kept thinking back to the trial last night and Davis’s reveal. It was unsettling, that was certain, but there was something off about him being the mastermind and Thomas kept trying to pinpoint a conclusive answer. He didn’t have enough evidence to prove it yet, but a theory took root in his mind.

	And just like that, Thomas was asleep. It was late, he had spent a lot of time thinking, and Thomas did not sleep very well. It would be a long, tired day for him tomorrow.

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[center][h3][b]Currently [/b][/h3][/center]

	The morning bit Thomas like a dog, and he awoke with a small groan. He tried rubbing his eyes, but no amount of rubbing would reduce the grogginess he felt. With a start, he realized that he had not taken a shower since Quill’s execution. He resigned to taking a shower first thing in the morning, and he quickly got out of the bed and into a makeshift morning routine. Thomas couldn’t help but notice that although there was soap, there was no razor in his bathroom. Not that he would need one, but he felt as if Monokuma was passively belittling him. 

	After his finished cleaning himself in the shower and getting changed back into his ‘uniform’, he took one final look around his room. He noticed the first aid kit in the back, and he briefly checked inside it, but it was entirely mundane so he left it as is.

	He grabbed his handbook and left his room. As he started walking out of his room, he began to make a mental checklist of what he would have to do today. The first thing he had to do was eat a breakfast. He couldn’t afford to skip it in a situation like this, so he made his way to the second floor and into the kitchen. On his way, he looked through his handbook to see the various infinite’s he was now surrounded by. If he ran into any on his way, or there, he wanted to at least know their names and talents.