Tom Jones, college dropout (he swears he was kicked), serial dater (he has weak self-control), would be rockstar (if he could sing), and general pretty boy, is sitting on the couch being bored. Actually, flopped might be a better word. Flopped with his jean clad legs draped over one of the couch's arms, converse laces trailing on the floor. His ( Read more... )

Tom is a woman again but this time there is a dress. Tom borrowed it from Ada and it was fun at first, but now he has found that he has no idea how to get out of it. And if she should get it off, how would she take care of the things underneath it? Even Tom's hair is done up and she looks like quite the proper lady. But no proper lady should be ( Read more... )

Tom is sitting somewhere outside being terribly bored. He'd probably really like to talk to Richard. He's been trying to read some books about the future in an effort to understand him better but it's only making him more confused. With a sigh, he turns the page and stares in confusion at a picture of a dinosaur skeleton.

Tom felt hollow; like some vital organ had been ripped from his body leaving only a hole that ached and burned. It would take a while to heal, he knew it, and he also knew it would never really stop paining him. It was like losing Sophia all over again, but also worse somehow. He had gone rather numb this time around. He was almost ( Read more... )

Tom thought again. "We could probably find rabbits in the woods." He shifted the gun on his back. "Come along, Richard, we might find something even better to hunt." Without another moment's thought, he grabbed the smaller boy's hand and began pulling him along.

Typist: Mainly for Richard but presumably anyone could come across them.

Tom is out by the porch trying to read. He really isn't a very intellectual young man but at the moment he's trying to overcome that. Something feels like it is missing from his mind and he can't put his finger on it. Everytime he's certain he has it, it slips away. So he sits and reads and tries to forget what he can't remember. But he'd ( Read more... )

After the meeting with the gentleman Tom is looking for Richard to tell him the (supposedly) good news. He has the apple in one hand, munching on it distractedly, and a white rose in the other. Every now and then he calls out Richard's name.

Tom is, to the say the very least, mad. He doesn't know exactly what has happened to Richard and him and he doesn't even know if who was changed. But he is fairly certain that the gentleman had something to do with it. So he is wandering the mansion and grounds, shouting, "Sir!" at random intervals and most likely looking a right fool. ( Read more... )

Tom was sitting under his tree again. It technically wasn't his tree, and in fact it seemed to have been claimed by quite a few people, but Tom wasn't the sort to break a habit just because of something silly like ownership. Therefore, he was slumped under the tree as miserably as he could possibly slump. He may have even been sniffling a bit ( Read more... )