RPer: [Evolution X]

Character name: Timothy Nicholas Tompkins

Character setting: Post-apocalyptic war survivor

Age: 34

Race: Human

Appearance: Timothy’s most striking aspect is the sheer level of filth that has managed to cover his body; smoke residue, chemical stains and mysterious sticky substances seem to cover him. His hair is short and dirty blonde, an army buzz cut that occasionally gets out of control; in order to keep his lengthening hair from his eyes he has begun slicking it upright with what few items he can make with chemicals. Thus his hair can be rather... unstable at times. His eyes are both different colours, and both unnatural for humans; with the right a bright red and the left a murky yellow, his time spent in the radiation residue appears to have had little change on his actual eyesight. Standing at 5’10”, Timothy has only one set of clothes, meaning at times it is difficult to tell flesh from fabric under the grime. As an improvised “top” Timothy wears the straight jacket he was in when he escaped, holes ripped into the arms so he can move freely and the arms kept strapped together as improvised “pockets”. His trousers are more traditional, black, smart, straight legged and taken straight off the first corpse he’d found, same for the shoes and socks; by now his clothes are rather patchy, any rips or burn marks having to be quickly sealed over.

History: Passing through University with a Masters Degree in practical science and chemistry, Timothy Tompkins was only just turning 23 when subscription started; he was dragged from his safe home in the British countryside and joined the war effort. His prestigious talents with high grade explosives got noticed quickly, his superiors pushing him quickly through training; demolition experts were in demand, targets were too numerous, too well protected and bombers were getting too rare to waste.
That’s where Timothy’s outfit came in, a small pack of ground troops who would fight their way through to the centre of the target, leave quickly and detonate the bombs. This was also why demolition experts were in such high demand however. Timothy’s outfit was slaughtered on their retreat, his comrades falling before his eyes until he could see nothing but blood. Only afterwards was he told that he was found three miles from the smoking crater that had been their target, one round lodged deep in his stomach and laughing at the top of his voice about “The Goddess”. With no time to make a proper evaluation of his mental state Timothy was judged disturbed by his experience and thrown into a maximum security mental asylum, the room heavily padded, with lead lined doors; the time he blew up the oxygen canisters next to his hospital bed rather sealed his incarceration.
The war did not end well, for either side; rash choices were made and nuclear weapons wiped out a most of the world’s population, Timothy however was trapped, safe and alone in his lead lined cell. Luckily for Timothy the hinges of the door gave out after three days of bodily beating against it and he could run out into the wasteland. Scratching holes in the straightjacket arms and freeing himself, Timothy began to wonder the wastes as one of the few survivors of the war.

Personality: Timothy’s mind is twisted , whether from the war, the isolation within the cell or the background radiation... or possibly all three. He believes he is protected by a “goddess of fire”, meaning at times he can act in insane or even suicidal ways when fighting enemies. His behaviour is fractured at best, random spurts of violence and laughter coming from him usually at the same time. Sometimes all he needs to justify something is “it will please the goddess” or “sounded fun”.

Occupation: Before the apocalypse he was a demolition expert for the army, during the apocalypse he doesn’t really have one.

Abilities: Human... though he has a range of explosives, chemical concoctions and general army training keeps him upright in fights. The “fire deity” thing is disputable, there has never been any actual display of god intervention but something has been keeping him alive.

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Interview:
[Chel.] answers the door to her office, "Oh hello Timothy, a little late I see. Nevertheless, come in, come in..." She opens the door and leads you to a comfy seat across from her desk. The walls are dark red in color with a wooden trim. Along the right wall is a collection of books lined up perfectly along a wide bookcase. Chel sits herself down on in a leather chair and props her feet up onto the cherry wood desk. "So- I've read an awful lot about you in these files, but for the record- where on earth did you get your attire?"

TNT was hesitant to step through the doorway, even as the woman attempted to usher him through he paused and trailed his fingers across the wooden frame. His touch was feather light, barely a single twitch of an errant muscle as he studied the doorway with almost compulsive tendencies; both sides, gradually, eyes scanning the grain for traps. Impossible to tell for the untrained eye, or for someone who hadn't had quite a few sessions with him, he was only happy enough to enter after examining the edge of the door in every time detail he could find. "Files" TNT's foot landed resolutely on the other side of the door, his stance prideful that he had overcome another series of possible traps and explosives "Can only tell you SO MUCH!"
His speech was loud, shocking, reverberating around the room and a dire contrast from the fastidious examination of the door frame moments before "I mean do those notes say Charmer? Plotter? Heck I make great chick wings as well." He grinned at Chel, taking up a seat on the desk itself and planting one filth encrusted shoe on the comfy chair she'd indicated for him; it stained in seconds, but it would be so much worse if he actually sat down. "My jacket" he waved a hand towards himself, as if he thought Chel needed guidance towards what he was talking about "I kept with me, when I escaped from my asylum. Don't worry though, I'm sure the legal system vanished with the first bomb, it's ohhhh so hard to keep control when your face is a puddle." He sighed almost wistfully at his last comment, as if getting some perverse thrill from that mental image. "Anyway, yes" TNT coughed and hopped from his resting place on the desk, walking away from Chel as if he was on a cat walk and swaying his hips from side to side. "The pants" he spun on the spot, his mismatched eyes locked on Chel's face "Come from a dead guy. The straight jacket covers everything NECESSARY but let me tell you it leaves NOTHING to the imagination." He chuckled and waggled his hips around, his cracked grin showing an almost disturbing pleasure in this little show "Shoes and socks came from the same place, dead guys can be sooooo giving when you want them to be."

"Oh boy-" Chel muttered, staring at wide eyes at the young man as he spoke loudly. She quickly jotted a few things down on her sheet. "A dead man?" she looked at his face, then the clothing. It might explain a few of those stains... Clearing her throat, she said, "Well yes, anyway- another thing I would like to know is, were you born with those eye colors? Red and yellow seem a bit strange and unnatural."

"My what now?" TNT said, frowning and moving over to a glass fronted cabinet; peered into it, trying to see his own eyes, pulled back, huffed on the glass to steam it up and then wiped it quickly with a sleeve from his jacket. He watched the reflection for a second then let out a barking laugh, turning away from the cabinet just in time to miss the place where he'd rubbed slowly melting into a puddle on the floor. "Ohhhh fallout is such a strange thing isn't it? Mixing and messing all our genes and chromozones and hormones and pigments... No the eye colour isn't natural, I'd be worried if it was." Where ever he walked he seemed to leave a small trail behind him, either of destruction or dirt; possibly both now she knew where those shoes came from. "What about you doll face?" he chuckled, leaning on one arm against the desk "They natural?" His grin was wide, innuendo and inappropriate behaviour behind every tooth; his eyes were locked on what he was talking about, her own eyes of course.

Chel raised her brow, "That's getting off topic, Mr. Tompkins." She made a few notes, delicately crossing her legs under her desk as she did so. "It states several times that you often refer to a goddess or several goddesses. Are these specifically Greek gods?"

"Oh how the hell should I know" TNT huffed, turning his back on Chel and sitting on her desk hard, crossing his arms in defiance "It's a goddess, she protects me from blowing my own ass off every time I juggle grenades. You want me to tell you if it's a greek goddess, get me a book with an accurate picture, hold it ten feet away with a tyre on fire in between. Then I'll tell you if it resembles her or not!" He jumped up from the desk, managing to kick the wood, probably marking the priceless furniture and leaving her with another stain to clean up. He spun and bowed over so he was eye level with Chel in her seat, a childish gleam in his eye as he gripped her desk "Come on Miss, play along. It's no fun if you don't play along... and I lose interest real quick." His last words were deadpan, not a threat, just a warning that he would happily leave or set the place on fire or maybe even try and KILL her, anything to amuse himself.

Chel was quickly starting to realize the extent of the damages being inflicted onto her office. "Would you please sit down so I may continue this interview?!" she asked with a raised voice. "You've destroyed my cabinet and rub, I would prefer if you sit your ass down now. How's that for playing along?" she asked with an annoyed tone while she adjusted her glasses.

TNT let out a barking laugh, cracking a grin and slamming his hand down onto the desk "Oh you're getting it!" Instead of sitting down however he leant further over the desk, almost right over it as he pushed his face closer to Chel with his feet on the chair he was meant to be sitting on for extra leverage. "But this is a game... either you've got to persuade me to sit down... or you've got to MAKE me" his chuckle was dark, but excited, as if he'd been looking forward to a scrap all day.

Chel wasn't amused by this twit at all. "How's about you sit your ass down before I call in security and cancel the whole thing?"

"Security, my my, how would I EVER handle them" TNT was now supporting himself with one hand, his other one slowly working across his jacket. It was calm, slow, as if he was barely thinking about it... and definatley going for some kind of explosive. "Here's the thing..." TNT really didn't want to see this one without a face... she was cute, well kept, and probably had some useful items about the place "Make me a deal... give me something I want... and I'll behave." Still that hand hadn't stopped moving.

"Uhm..." Chel turned her head a bit in a wince. "What the hell do you want?" Her hand moved under her desk carefully as to not startle this maniac. Her fingers found the security button and held it there, tense.

TNT leant in closer to Chel, sniffing deeply at her as if her could smell her nerves. He shifted, then slumped backwards onto the chair he was supposed to be seated in all along "Alcohol. Good stuff, brandy, whisky, the stuff that BURNS." He chuckled slightly and gave his broken grin at Chel again "Don't pretend that you don't have at least one bottle of the stuff around here. No one has this much expensive stuff in one office without having a bottle of something private stashed away in their bottom draw." He was relaxed suddenly, leaning back in the chair, squirming in it as he got comfy and sticking his hands behind his head "Leave the bottle when you pour me one."

Chel lifted her upper lip in disgust at this vermin. She didn't get paid enough for this shit. Keeping her eyes locked on him, Chel bent over and opened a drawer, pulling out a mini bottle of vodka. It was a Christmas gift from a coworker who didn't realize that she never drank. "Now would you please let me continue and sit down?" she asked, tossing the bottle at him.

"Oh" TNT said happily, spinning the bottle in his hands and reading the label by holding it out in front of his face and squinting at it. "Good stuff" he chuckled, looking up and noticing there were no glasses on the table "Not joining me doc? Alright." He began to unscrew the lid, sitting back happily in the chair now he had something to swig "Ask away."

Chel sighed and looked at her papers for a few moments, trying to find her spot again. "Do you remember anything before the whole radiation exposure?" she asked with little enthusiasm.

"M-mmm-whut?" TNT coughed as he pulled the bottle from between his lips, dribbling a small amount on his chin and wiping the alcohol on his wrist quickly. The said wrist began to smoke and hiss slowly, but it didn't appear to burn "Radiation... yeah... well that came after the bombs. And the bombs... they came after I was put away. So yes, I remember roughly my entire life before the radiation, I can start from the beginning but your patience and patients grow tired of this. Roughly where you WANT me to start is after the bomb dropped. I think I passed out for a little bit around then because I can't remember hearing the hospital falling around my ears. I woke up, I ate some food and began to slam myself against the door until it gave in. Lucky the room was lead lined really, the radiation had begun to fade by then, I was right on the outskirts of the blast you see. Still, wonder around too much and drink from the wrong water and you'll get changed a bit by radiation."

Chel didn't bother writing anything down from that answer. With a twitching eyebrow, she asked, "Alright- what what of your family? Siblings, aunts, cousins?"

"Bombs doc, BIG ONES!" TNT said, waving his hands about and making the odd buh-whoosh noise in order to get his point across and managing to spill Vodka across the floor as he did "What family that weren't dead in the war before the bombs probably disowned me, they then got swept up in the blasts." He took a long swig of vodka, gulping it down before letting out a loud blech "Ah! Good stuff! You got anything to smoke?" Giving this man open flames was probably a bad idea, but again there was the threat of him getting bored "Promiscuous patient's patience perishes in persistent practitioner pestering."

Chel kept a straight face, ignoring his idiocy. "What is your diet like?" she asked in a cold voice.

"Sparodic, or very well fed indeed" TNT tutted "Very few things survived the bombs, when I can get my hands on a department store that isn't TOO wrecked I can survive quite a bit on canned stuff. Even found a lead lined water cooler on the roof once. You know, the old water storage tanks that no one drinks from anymore? Hovered around there for a while, till the water and food ran out. Then I move on, and I tend to get quite hungry on the way there, unless I find a suitable corpse." He waved the bottle again, spilling some more alcohol down his own wrist and causing it to smoke violently. "Damn" he grumbled as he screwed the top on the alcohol. He didn't attempt to extinguish the smoke though, knowing his clothes it might cause a worse reaction.

Chel had come to the conclusion that this man was a loony and his answers were definitely going to need reviewing. Despite her annoyance, she hurried with the next question, wanting to get this over with. Moving a hand up, Chel brushed some of her hair out of her eyes and adjusted her glasses, "Alright then- now...Because you live after the apocalypse, how often do you some in contact with other humans? With a world of chaos such as this, I imagine that if there are any survivors, which I hope their is for the sake of mankind, they would be hasty and perhaps downright animalistic. Am I right?"

TNT scratched his chin slightly "Again, sparodically or I meet a lot indeed. I mean there's plenty of BODIES, they're still... technically humans, no matter how dead they are. There are a few survivors out there however" he wrinkled his nose in disgust, as if he considered the corpses more fun "scavengers, roachers, rats and dogs!" He banged the bottom of the bottle he was holding down onto the chair arm, luckily the cushioning stopped it from shattering in his hand; his eyes were focused beyond Chel, as if there was a massive window into his past behind her.
"Filthy mogrels all of them! Scrounging away like parasites, all work work work. See" he sat up straight, pointing at Chel with an index finger while the other fingers remained curled around the bottle neck "See you do get the animals, but they're the ones who've been hit by too much radiation, the ones who cowered in their houses or in home made bunkers dug in their garden. Working man who got stuck with false hopes and shoddy work! Now, now the parasites, they are a completely DIFFERENT kettle of fish. Their the ones who survived, the ones who got paid the most and bought up the workforce, the lead, the rivets, the ones that thought that they'd be necessary." He had a look on his face as if he'd just swallowed something poisonous, and the way he occasionally licked his lips suggested that he might just have "Big wigs, Aristocrats, Royalty, Board Executives and Generals" he let out a dry laugh at the last one "All crammed into their well made bunkers, praying to see day light again and not knowing what the hell to do when they see it! I mean... the plumbers? Dead. Carpenters? Dead. Farmers? Dead. So they take root... they find resources... they find people... and they suck the place dry." He grit his teeth for a moment, then unscrewed the vodka and began to gulp it; he'd be drunk soon if he didn't watch it.

"Well what does that make you then, exactly?" Chel asked, wondering if 'annoying nut job' was a category in his little Apocalyptic groupings. When not speaking, her lips were stuck together tightly, keeping herself from booting him out of here. Yea, she definitely didn't get paid enough for this.

"Me?" TNT said with interest, he'd never had any reason to question his own place "I guess... the goddess is protecting me for a reason right? Maybe I'm the saviour of the human race? Maybe I'm the one who's there to finish what the bombs started?" He chuckled slightly and scratched his chin as he thought, more tiny whisps of smoke curling up from his fingers as they touched remains of the alcohol "She will guide me to the end, whatever that will be. I only do what I must to carry out her work." He rolled his tongue for a moment, clicked it and tilted his head "And have a little fun as well I suppose."

Chel gave him a look that could only be read as 'are you serious?'. "Hm...you really are insane, aren't you?" At this point, Chel had set down her pencil and refused to jot down anything else. This was all ludicrous! She would be wasting time if she wrote anything this man said down. 

"Hey, don't let the straight jacket and previous incarceration in an asylum fool you doc" TNT let out cackle of laughter, shaking his head as if surprised it took her this long to figure this out. "Look" his face was suddenly rigid, serious "in a world where there's no civilisation, no morals, no laws and practically no toilet paper you've got to be a sociopath to survive! You try and be all nice and sweet and rational, value human lives and think everyone's special then you'll get eaten out there. Literally. No one's above cannabalism." He shrugged slightly and stretched in his seat, now he'd had a drink and sat down he'd noticed how comfy this chair actually was; he wouldn't be adverse to just falling asleep in it, after all the doc was no threat to him.

"At least that was one of the most sane things you've said thus far. And don't get too excited about it." Chel said, rather annoyed. Sure, this man was fascinating only by the fact that he managed to survive this long. Hell- you probably had to be for all she knew.

"Sane?!" TNT said in shock, jolting back in surprise and looking at Chel as if he was worried for her own sanity "Lady, you've spent way too much time around me. I swear I'm catching." He shook his head, drawing his feet up beneath him on the chair and curling up against the plush covers; she could tell she'd have to have the seat burnt after he'd smeared chemicals and filth across every surface. "Look, can we liven this up?" he sighed as his head lolled back against the chair "I don't get to sleep very often and right now it's either I drop off or you bore me to death."

"This is an interview. What the hell else were you expecting?! I need to update your personal files....that's it." Chel said, standing behind her desk now. "If you want to cut that short, hows about I have you escorted off of the premises?"

"Ugh... fine" TNT admitted, closing his eyes as he tried to get comfy on the seat for the duration of this blasted test. He had to admit though, it was rather funny to see how the doc was just getting angrier and angrier as the interview went along, he hadn't driven anyone insane for a while now. "You're not writing anything down though, as far as I can see the interview ended a while ago and you just want to hang around with me" he chuckled slightly, staying hunkered down in his chair and trying to hide his amused grin "Just drop the pretence and ask me out on a date or something why don't you?" Now goading, goading amused him, he could stay awake long enough to enrage Chel to her limits.

"I don't date blonds." Chel said, clearly not serious that this was her reason. "I stopped writing things down because I felt the answers were irrelevant." she sighed, rubbing her temples. Taking a breath, she sat back down in her chair and leaned back. "I can't even think up anything to ask anymore...you are a nut job. Worst one that I've seen in years actually. So- is there anything you would like to tell me? And please leave the sexual innuendo out."

TNT had opened his mouth and breathed in a gasp of air that was laced with excitement and libedo, but as Chel finished her last sentence it crawled out as a dissapointed "awwwwww." TNT scratched his chin gently, peering at Chel with a calculating gaze he gave everything he wanted to raise to the ground and completely wreck; well she never said he couldn't think in innuendo. "I suppose you've not asked me where I make my weapons from" TNT said slowly, still scratching at his chin because he found a rather interesting pocket of dead skin and chemical residue stuck there "I'm sure all the nice people at home would like to know how a crazy man can somehow manage to get a whole array of weapons to kill, slaughter and maim his way through the apocalypse. Aaaaand you haven't really asked if there's anyone important to me... I mean you asked about FAMILY but you clearly can't spot an avoidance tactic. Or you could ask me out on a date?" TNT's eyebrows raised hopefully, his grin seemingly honest as he fluttered his eyelashes at Chel "Against dating blondes? Don't worry, a few seconds and a box of matches and I'll be auburn... all burn... aaaawwww buuuurrn." He repeated that last word several times, rolling it about on his tongue as if it was strange for him to say.

Chel didn't ask if there was anyone close to him given he was a complete maniac! She couldn't imagine anyone sticking around this man for more then a few days without losing their own minds or getting killed by his escapades. "Alright- humor me... do you have anyone important to you?"

"Well there was my wife and child" TNT's expression was strangely... accomodating all of a sudden; yes this man was insane, but there was once a time where he wasn't, and occasionally there would be moments where he could almost pass for normal. His sanity, his old self, leaked through the mask of pain and madness that held his cracked frame together; but with the word "was" might reveal why he had such a hard time keeping himself together. "Buuuuuuut" you could practically see the crack running through him, starting across his lips to almost force him into that crazy smile "That's a... touchy subject." His grin didn't change, but when a mad man told you it was a touchy subject it was sometimes good to tiptoe around the issue and not invoke any anger issues. "Anyone else? Not many people are still around now, and a lot of people didn't want anything else to do with me... but there is Rose" the sigh was almost wistful, as if he was Romeo and this Rose person was Juliet, and he hadn't just mentioned he'd had a wife and child.

Chel made one or two quick notes as TNT spoke. She tried to keep her eyes locked on him the entire time, hoping to read his movements perhaps more so then his actual words. Chel chose to not reply, allowing him to elaborate if he wished to. She adjusted her glasses and waited. 

TNT spent a moment longer in quiet contemplation, staring at the wall with a strange smile on his face. He then turned his attention to Chel after a very long silent and raised his eyebrows at her, clasping his hands together and seeming waiting patiently. After a few seconds he clicked teeth, squirmed around and sat upright so he could stare directly into Chel's eyes. After what felt like an eternity he said loudly "OHHH! You wanted me to say MORE! You wanted me to spill my heart out about my psychotic girlfriend, who wonders around the wasteland in a black lolita dress three sizes too small, eats people and gets off on the sight of blood? You wanted me to tell you how it's my traditional self destructive attitude and she's given me a ton of scars with the mace that she's managed to shackle to her own wrist? So... basically... you wanted me to do your job for you?" He looked as if he was expecting something from Chel, clasping his hands together in front of him and trying to look like the picture of innocence. He failed rather badly at it.

"Well- you're making more progress with yourself then I was able to." Chel said flatly as she stared at the man. She was an office worker not a psychiatrist. Even then- a doctor probably couldn't even crack this guy. Chel was more so impressed that he said all that in one breath. "But- you two seem like a nice couple?" she said with a strained voice, "Where is she now?"

"We're a terrible couple, we raise buildings to the ground, she's tried to kill me on three occasions that I know of, in fact that's when I saw her last. She tried to give me a lobotomy with her mace so I punched her in the face and legged it" TNT said, shaking his head slightly still with that sickeningly cute smile on his face; he definatley brought new definition to the words "love struck". He relaxed back into the chair again, the pretence of being innocent faded long ago so he would just enjoy the softness of the furniture. "So doc" TNT was sure she was a doctor of some kind, after all why would she be talking to him? Why would they allow a civilian near him? "Any other questions? Want to say I'm crazy one more time? That REALLY stokes my fires." He let out a deep laugh, not indicating if this was a literal or figurative translation of the phrase; for all Chel knew it was both, TNT seemed the type to try hitting on a girl while he was on fire.

"Uhm, no- I'de rather not actually." Chel said, a hint of worry in her voice. She cleared her throat and wrote a few things down. "You are doing a better job when answering your own questions." Chel lifted the pen up and rested it behind her ear.

"Oh come now where's the fun in this" TNT tutted, clapping his hands together like ceaser demanding another floor show "What sort of doc lets the patient run loose with themselves? I mean me answer my own questions! I might not like the words coming out of my mouth." He suddenly leapt up, a theatrical urge overcoming him as he landed on his feet, puffed out his chest like a jay-bird and said in his best stage voice "Who cut down this cherry tree? The most beautiful and grandest tree on my estate! Who would destroy my land and love like this? I will have his head!" TNT instantly jumped, turning on the spot so he landed in the exact same place but facing another direction "T'was I father, I cannot tell a lie. I cut down the cherry tree with my axe." He held out his hands for a moment, as if presenting an imaginary axe to an invisible father; at least before he jumped, spun around and faced the direction he had been before. A famous scene, the truth of George Washington, rather changed as TNT made a snarling noise, arms outstretched and fingers itching for the kill "YOU DIRTY LITTLE SON-OF-A-WHORE!" He did one last jumping spin, landed on his feet, only to instantly knock himself off them as he punched himself so hard in the face that he jerked backwards and landed hard on the carpet.

With that, Chel pressed the security button and stood from her seat. "Alright, I think that's enough Mr. Thompkins. I have all the answers I need." she said in a quick voice, hoping to shuffle him out without a fight. The guy was just getting stranger and stranger as time went on. "No need to hurt yourself any more."

TNT's eyes snapped open and he leapt to his feet as Chel spoke, physically leapt, landing heavily on them and causing several items to fly from his pockets and rattle across the floor. Vials, bags, tins and something that looked like a series of folded newspaper pages scattered across the floor, and that was the loose stuff he didn't care about. Who knows what else he was carrying. "WAIT!" he said loudly, slamming a fist down onto the desk and staring wild eyed at Chel "You haven't asked me my favorite question yet!"

Chel curled her lip back and tensed her eyebrows together. "Uhm-" she didn't want of the things he would do if she refused, "-what is that?" She winced, wondering what was taking security so long.

"How I make all my weapons" TNT said simply, a smile on his face as he reached down to the detritis on the floor and picked up a small vial of strange oily liquid that seemed to shimmer different colours in the light. "See... people don't realise what they've got stashed away in their cupboards. Cut open some cold packs, dissolve in water, absorb with paper and you've got smoke bombs. Battery acid! Battery acid is poisonous, corrosive, and best of all it stores electricity." He shook the vial slightly, a grin spreading over his lips as he held the glass "Now... Bleach, acid, everyone's got it to clean with, add some copper and maybe a bit of carbon dioxide and you've got your old friend mustard gas! This isn't counting all the gunpowder you can dig from bullets when you haven't got a gun, the highly flammable contents of alcohol and aerosols! Hell you can make home made napalm if you wanted!" He grinned widely and took a step closer to Chel, she was standing up now, he had her past the edge of her seat "Give me five minutes I can make anything lethal. You want to see what I can ignite with the spark between us?"

"Uhm- no thanks. I like my face how it looks now." Chel said, scooting back. Luckily for her, two large security guards entered through the door.
"This lil pipsqueak buggin' ya?" one of the men asked wit a deep, husky voice.

"Well what a coincidence" TNT chuckled at Chel, edging a bit closer "So do I." He blinked and turned as the two security guards came in, almost squealing and tossing his vial up in the air, catching it as it came down "And you sent me playmates too." He waved the vial at them, the glass glinting slightly in the light "Sooo, who wants to go first?" He was enjoying the concept of a fight too much, he'd gotten to sit in a comfy chair, had quite a bit of alcohol, hit on a cute doc and was now offered a scrap! The only thing he wished he'd done is sleep when he had the chance.

"Would you just get out of here, Timothy?" she asked him seriously. Perhaps he was sane enough to take the direction.
The two guards stepped forward, "Alright- let's go."
"Nice and easy." said the other one.

"Mmmm... I'll leave" TNT edged closer to Chel as he spoke, not taking his eyes from the guards as he held the vial in front of him now as if he was about to fence with it "I'll even go quietly and these guys won't get any scars. Buuuut... you've got to do something for me first. Something you might not like Doc...."

"Why the fuck do I have to do what you say?" Chel asked with an angry expression. keeping her head still, her hand opened a drawer and held firmly onto a small taser.

"Cause if you don't I have enough high explosives to take out this room and anyone unlucky enough not to get to the door in time" TNT pointed out, his grin curling more as he thought about the mighty explosion it would cause. "But hey, if you're not going to give me this one thing then I might as well start working on the guards huh? It'll be fun for me either way" he was enjoying this too much, enjoying pinning Chel between a rock and a hard place. Who knows what he'd do if he gave her permission? If she didn't, what would he actually do? TNT was used to giving people tough choices, then completely screwing them over once he'd had what he wanted.

"What do you want?" she asked finally, weighing the stakes. This guy was a lunatic, that much she was sure. Chel had no doubt that he would kill them all just for fun. Yet, she didn't want to succumb to his idiocy.

TNT didn't wait, after all this was basically her telling him that she would do it; one hand wrapped around her back, the other resting on her hip as he suddenly dragged her towards him. He kissed her, hard, pulling her body against his own and holding her there; this close she could smell him, thick, sweaty and dirty, her clothes were probably horribly smeared by this motion. His lips pressed against Chel's, but it wasn't actually the kiss of a mad man, it wasn't hurried or painful, didn't leave bruises, in fact it felt almost tender. He stood there for a moment, just holding her against himself before pulling back and grinning at her "Thanks."

It all happened too quick and Chel couldn't get the taser out in time. She shoved him away and spat down onto her carpet. Wiping her lips firmly with her arm, she forced the spark of the taser into his chest, sending 50,000 volts into him. The security guards rushed in to grab and force him out. "Fuckin' lunatic."

TNT let out a yell of pain and surprise, curling up as Chel stuck the tazer into his chest; there was a soft sound of air being swallowed by a fire and the sudden flash fire caused by the tazer's spark lashed up across the back of Chel's hand, burning it badly. A little reminder of their time together. He was hoisted up by his jacket, the rough material sliding up slightly to reveal a series of vicious and horrific burns spreading across his back, the skin twisted and fused in disturbing patterns. For a moment Chel might have been able to see the vague shape of a hand print, or even a head going up his back; it dissapeared however as TNT twisted, standing up a bit straighter so his jacket covered it again. "I'll find you doc" he coughed, his smile a friendly one... which didn't really help the undertones of a psychopath hunting her down "I'll find you, don't worry."