Thomas Hayes
Mar 3, 2013 1:36:34 GMT -5
Post by Thomas Hayes on Mar 3, 2013 1:36:34 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Thomas Geoffrey Hayes
Nickname: Tom, Tommy to his siblings
Age: Fourty-Six
Member Group: Local; Bookstore Owner
Power(s):Imaginary Projection: The ability to create creatures, beings or objects from one's imagination. Thomas has a very limited access to another person's mentality, being able to draw a previously constructed individual or object from a person's mind into reality for a short period of time. They are essentially powered by his own meta-human energy contents, meaning the longer they 'exist', the more exhausted he becomes. It also constructs severe headaches when the illusions dissipate.
Play By:Raphael SaadiqLet it F L O W . . .--------------------1980 (14)--------------------
"Do you know what you want to do, Thomas?" His mother asked. She sat across from him on the couch, pressing her hands together in her lap. "When you grow up, I mean."
"Am I supposed to?" Tom asked, clearly terrified with the idea of making up his own future like that.
"Well, no." Isabela admitted. It would be cruel to assume her son knew what he awnted to do with the rest of his life already. Leaning over, she pressed her hand to the forehead of the sleeping child in the space beside her. Six-year-old Isabela - her second child and yes, named after herself - was running a fever.
"I like books." Thomas admitted, throwing his arms out and scooping up his three-year-old brother, Samuel.
"Books? How do you mean?"
"I love to read. And write. I guess... I'm just not very good at making up my own stories." Tom looked to the ground, giving his brother a squeezing hug.
"You could write books. Maybe. If you got better at it." Isabela suggested. Thomas only shrugged. "Or have your very own bookstore." She added, her mouth cracking to a smile as she began to chuckle; "You could call it the Book Nook. A little space for your favourite stories."--------------------1984 (18)--------------------
Proudly, Thomas raised his hands out and smiled as widely as ever. He was going to prove he could control his powers. His trainer stood before him with his eyes closed, and though it took some time, Thomas managed to project the imaginary thing he was thinking of.
It disappeared shortly afterwards.
"Did you see that!?" Thomas called, raising his hands above his head in a proud cheer. Though he breathed heavily.
"Very good, Thomas." His instructor replied, finishing off a scramble of notes on a page and handing it out to him.
"This is awesome!" He called, reaching out for the paper, "I can finally grad-"
The image reappeared behind Thomas, mangled and tainted. It walked through Thomas' form due to its weak connection to the world and roared in his instructor's face. Thomas - wide eyed - stared at his instructor with a broken expression.
He stayed at Hammel for another year.--------------------1988 (22)--------------------
Isabela rolled her eyes at her brother Sam, leaning close and whispering; "I thought for sure he'd bring home a-"
"Dude!" Sam retorted, nudging her shoulder and indicating towards Thomas with his college girlfriend, Miranda.
"Exactly!" Isabela replied, but put on a brave smile when Thomas was looking. "He went to Dartmouth to study business management, not-"
"You jealous?" Samuel asked. Isabela scoffed, mouthing the word; ew. Sam chuckled to himself, shrugging his shoulders and leaning back in his seat. "Face it, sis. No one's ever gonna be good enough for him in your eyes. Chick or not."--------------------1990 (24)--------------------
"Do you?" She was asked, and she looked to Thomas with a broad smile that boiled down to something wonderful.
"I do."
"And do you?" His eyes were turned to Thomas, who locked with them briefly before his attention was back on Miranda.
"...I do." And he nodded, for good measure.
"Sign here, here and here." They did. The loud, sudden stamping of the forms sent jolts through Thomas' system. "Congratulations. Now you're married. Next!"--------------------1992 (26)--------------------
"Is it wrong that I'm glad she made you move to Manhatten?" Isabela asked, leaning into the nook of her older brother's arm.
"I guess not. Why do you care where we live though?" Thomas returned her question with another one.
"I'm gonna graduate Hammel soon. I just know it. And when I do, I'm moving here. I've always wanted to." Isabela admitted, snuggling herself in towards Thomas. "And you'll be here when I get here. So... I'm happy she convinced you."
"That and the job at her dad's business in the city." Tom pointed out.
"Well, yeah I guess." Isabela replied, though in her head she was sure it was because he knew she wanted to live there anyway. "When you guys have kids, they'll grow up in the city. And that'll be awesome."
Thomas laughed the comment off.--------------------1993 (27)--------------------
"Who was it?"
"Mir, please." Thomas pleaded, running his hands over his head and turning away, "You don't want to-"
"Shut up, Tom!"
"Okay."
"Who was it?" She repeated, and he decided not to interject by telling her she told him to shut up.
"No one important." He lied.
"Stop pissing around the subject, Thomas." Miranda snapped, folding her arms in front of her chest. "I asked you a question. You owe me an answer. Tell me who it was with. And y'know what? Tell me exactly what happened." He sighed, resting his hands on his waist and glancing towards her. Tears streamed down her face but as per usual, she was ignoring them in favour of her anger. Not even daring enough to wipe them from her cheeks.
"Steph. Her name was Stephanie." Thomas said quietly.
His name was actually Stephan.--------------------1996 (29)--------------------
"I just wanna hold him for another second. Pleeeaaase." Isabela pleaded. Thomas' sister sat across the table from him, her hands out and fingers curling with anticipation. With a sigh, Thomas handed the small child over to her. "See? It's because he loves me the most."
"He's my son."
"That's... A technicality. I'm his Auntie, and he can love me more if he wants to." She replied with a shrug, turning her attention back to the vibrant little one now fastened in the hook of her arm. She glanced at his dazed expression, chuckling to herself before looking back towards Thomas. Thomas, who was practically burrying his nose into his cup of coffee to avoid her eyes. "Tommy..."
"Don't."
"Don't get me wrong. I'm thrilled you guys had a kid. But is that really going to fix your problems?" Isabela asked.
"We don't have problems." Thomas replied, glancing towards her again. She shook her head.
"You can't lie to me." She said, and he sighed again. "Be honest with me. Were you ever really in love with her?"
Thomas sat silently, curling his fingers around the stem of the cup and glancing away again.--------------------1996 (30)--------------------
"I can not believe she left you!" The younger man called out, leaning forward in his seat. Thomas sat beside him on the balcony, slouching in his chair and propping his folded ankles up on the nearby railing. "And now you live... With our sister!"
"Sam..." He warned, taking a sharp swig of his beer. This was why he shouldn't have invited his younger brother over. Samuel Hayes couldn't help himself.
"Left you. Even though you have a son. Where does Isaac live anyway?"
"There's this thing called shared custody. Conversed only; no legalities. It's what grown ups do when they don't want to go through court fees and both want to see their kid." Tom explained.
"So you get him like, half a week?"
"Half a fortnight, if you want to get technical." Thomas corrected, and silence fell between the brothers for a time.
"Miranda left you!" Sam repeated, and Tom sighed. "That's a shame, man. Mom always liked her. She would have loved to have seen Isaac." Thomas glanced over at his brother. The strange nostalgia didn't suit the younger man. It was almost comforting. "What now?"
"I don't know. Work. I always wanted to write books."
"I thought you wanted to run a business." Sam replied, chuckling to himself.
"Both. I guess. I'm picking up classes again to get my masters. NYU's a pretty good college." Thomas explained, though his free spirited brother had never really been one foor the concept of college. He laughed when Thomas first mentioned being accepted into Dartmouth.
"Careful, bro." Sam replied steadily, swigging from his beer in the break, "That's how you met your ex-wife."--------------------2000 (34)--------------------
"No, no, no! My publisher said it has to be catchy enough to stop your eye." Thomas shouted.
"What's not catchy about the Forefront Abyss?" Isabela asked, crossing her arms and taking a step back from the computer screen. Thomas parked himself in front of it, glasses perched on his nose. Stephan pressed his hands to the back of the chair, leaning over his shoulder.
"Did you even read the book, Bela? It has nothing to do with an abyss." He retorted. Thomas glared over at her suddenly. Was it true?
"I read it!" She scoffed, turning her back to the men. "Still-Happy Life."
"What?" Stephan asked, glaring daggers into the woman's back by now.
"Y'know the saying 'Happy wife, happy life'. Well, okay. The husband cheats with a guy and they end up falling in love." Isabela paused, with Thomas and Stephan taking the brief moment to scoff. She faced them again and decided to continue, "She's unhappy. He's not exactly thrilled it ended up that way, but he's still happy. Right? It's not selfish. It's his story. Fictional though it may be."
The three shared glances at first, before Tom looked up at Stephan, who looked back down at him. Thomas started; "That is so-"
"Wrong!" Stephan finished. Tom nodded. Isabela scoffed again.
"Fine. Call it whatever dumbass name you want. I don't even care."--------------------2008 (42)--------------------
"You moved."
"Yeah!"
"To Pilot Ridge?"
"Yeah."
"To open... A Bookstore."
"Don't say it like it's stupid, Dad." Thomas admittedly sounded defeated.
"What about Isaac?" Jonathon Hayes, glaring at his phone.
"He's always gone to school in Manhatten. I'm not changing that because a business venture opened up five hours away for me." Tom replied. It wasn't as if Miranda would let him have full custody anyway. Not after the book hit the shelves. "C'mon, Dad. At least try to get on board with this. The Book Nook is-"
"You called it that? What kinda faggy name is that?"
Thomas hung up the phone; done with the conversation and finished with hearing comments like that for the rest of his life. He looked to the glass door, reaching across and flipping the closed sign to open.
Still-Happy Life by Thomas Hayes sat amongst the other books in the front window.--------------------2010 (44)--------------------
Author Thomas Geoffrey Hayes 'Comes Out' in Support for NOH8
"Even if I wasn't gay, I'd still support it. It's a cause worth fighting for. If things like this existed when I was growing up, I probably wouldn't have been as ashamed as I was."
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Name: Eddie
Age: 21
RP Experience: Coming on 9 years.
How did you find us?: An ad on a site; I can't even remember
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