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@TechnoWizROK Did you post the wrong Cs?
His name is Dowell Sheet now, can't retcon these kinds of things.

Here is my accepted CS :3
Thomas Silias Falch


Pool-room-lounge


Thomas was quick to introduce himself as the girl who shot lightning came up to him and Baily. "I'm Thomas Falch, but, Imma run now, see you guys whenever you get to the lounge." He didn't want to be rude, but he felt it better to but some distance between himself and Bailey after what had just happened, it would be better for everyone.

He rummaged the halls for a moment before finally finding his room, quickly going inside to take a few deep breaths while all the shit he had just witnessed sank in. A guy had made his cheek and wrist go numb, some other guy had made a helix or whatever out of water, and a lady had then somehow managed to shot friking lightning. It was all too crazy, the kinds of thing Thomas expected to find in a comic, but he had just gotten a front seat to quite the show. He wanted to make himself believe that this was all a hoax and that everything had been staged, but sadly the events with Bailey had proven these things to be real. There had been no way that anyone could have numbed the exact points where he had chosen to touch Thomas, everything else could have been fixed with money, time, and a hell of an imagination, but not Bailey.

Thomas remained in his room for a while, feeling slowly returning to his wrist and cheek. "Guess I should go join everyone," he groaned, making his way out into the hall and down into the lounge where everyone had already gathered. He leaned up against a wall and listened to everyone talking about their powers, and how they needed to keep themselves safe.

"We don't" Thomas mumbled as he listened to Cass go about how it was impossible to keep everyone safe, and to be honest, Thomas doubted they could. Even if everyone knew their powers, then there was still the question of if they could control them or if they were merely a response to outside stimuli. What would happen if the lightning girl or water boy suddenly lost control for a moment and ended up killing everyone? Did the staff at this facility have some way of dealing with such a situation? Maybe this facility was less about keeping its inhabitants alive and more about keeping everyone outside safe? The idea wasn't a pleasant one, but Thomas tended to paint a rather bleak picture of most situations, rather wanting to be positively surprised than horribly disappointed.

Thomas shrugged, pushing himself off the wall he had leaned against as everyone had had their say, and then headed for the bar. "We don't," He repeated, throwing a quick glance over to Cass, clearly referencing the exploding comment. "For all we know this place is nothing else than a fancy prison, somewhere they can keep us so we don't hurt everyone on the outside. Very few of us, expect-" Thomas pointed over to the four people that seemed to at least partially know what their power was. "-those people, have any idea of what they can do, so, by all means, the rest of us can just be bombs waiting to go off." He threw in a smile for good measure, but doubted that any of his rambling would earn him any favors.
An annoyed groan escaped the gray-haired and shaggy-faced marine as he peaked around yet another corner in search for his target. Why had they sent him? Surely there were less competent rascals onboard this Warship that could do these pointless tasks, so why had he gotten stuck with the job of tracking down a kid barely half his age? The kid hadn't spent even a tenth of the time in the Marine ranks that he had and yet, that little sneak had managed to crawl his way all the way up to become a Lieutenant Junior Grade. Just thinking of it was enough to make the marine clench his fist. "Dedric Olari, the Lieutenant Junior Grade. Pfft, what a joke."

"Jealousy really doesn't suit you recruit." Dedric had heard the same comments before, people wondering just how he had managed to snag his title, and he always gave them the same answer. "I merely do as I get told, not my fault if that gets me places," A snide boyish grin stretched from ear to ear as Dedric walked up to the obviously cranky marine. "What did you want from me?"

"We seem to be unde-" That was as far as recruit Johannes got before something shook the boat, knocking him off his feet while Dedric stood firm as a pole.

"Attack?" Dedric asked mockingly, having a quick stretch. "Don't worry, I felt the first quake." He added before stepping over the sprawled out man and setting off towards the main deck.

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It didn't take long before Dedric found himself in the middle of a developing chaos, marines running everywhere, carrying gunpowder and cannonballs, and it didn't take a genius to figure out why. Dedric threw a quick glance out to sea and almost immediately noticed the pirate ship. "Those are the scrapyard guys? Right?" He asked to nobody in particular as he waited for one of those oh so familiar voices to start barking orders.
Thomas Silias Falch

Pool


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.

"Ey!" 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.

"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?" 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. "Oh he made me fell numb," 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. "Fix, me," 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. "You are safe...for now."

Thomas Silias Falch

Hallway


The feeling of being drenched from top to toe made Thomas close his eyes. The water poured from the shower head, soaking every inch of Tommy and sending him into a slight trance. Warm water always had this effect on him, it made him relax, dulled his mind, and drowned out the world he no longer understood. "Mutant?" He muttered to himself, dragging both his hand's trough his hair as his mind worked overtime to make heads or tails of this whole situation. It just made no sense, he was just sick, not some friking X-men or Avenger character. A deep, drawn-out groan escaped him as he leaned against the shower wall, he wasn't ready for life altering event of this kind, but if the lady was to believe, there were more like him in this very building. Thomas stood there for another 20 minutes, letting the warm water cascade over him, before finally stumbling his way out of the shower. He felt weak, sluggish, but it was time to do some exploration.

A pair of gray joggers and a white t-shirt laid stacked on his bed, along with a note. "We have sent a request to have your clothes delivered here, but for now, you will have to live with what we can provide." The clothes fit, somewhat, the pants were a bit short, and the T-shirt was a bit tight in some places, but all in all, it could have been a lot worse.

"Cafeteria, gym, auditorium, games room, and a pool...hmmm," Tommy mumbled to himself as he paced the halls. This place seemed large, even if he compared it to the military base, maybe it would be too bad to be isolated here after all.
As previously mentioned, I'm interested, but man it's going to take a bit to get that heft CS done :P
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