[b] 7:30 Am [/b]

Thomas had woken early that day to practice his abilities, today he was practicing aim, so he gathered together a couple of useless quarters set up an empty tin can set himself up 50 ft away and started flicking quarters into the can. He didn't miss each quarter made it in with a satisfying [i] Clank! [/i] but this exercise also gave his muddled mind time to think, he was new to Barclay, but they had already set him up with a job as security, which he was more than happy to provide for the town that welcomed Thomas in, and gave him a place to sleep. He liked the town but his thoughts often found their way home and if this shit didn't happen what his life would be like. He stopped flicking quarters and sat down, from there he got lost in thought warm thoughts of home and holidays long passed.

[b] 8:00 Pm [/b]

After all of the thinking, Thomas went inside and grabbed his pistol belt and leather jacket and headed into the streets keeping a firm eye on the town, but when he realized things were slow and nothing big was happening he went place to place asking if anyone needed anything, the only response he got was a no, so he settled for standing there in the night air smoking a cigarette and watching anyone or anything out of the ordinary.