Thomas "Willo" Wilhoat

[Willo]

Name: Thomas “Willo” Wilhoat

Age: 26

Occupation back home: A struggling writer who has suffered writers block for several years, and a manager of a small movie theater in Middleton, Indiana.

Appearance:


Nationality: American (Irish decent)

Residence:Middleton, Indiana

Skills: Creative mind, skilled linguist, some cryptology skills, near photographic memory, a self proclaimed “self expert” at reading people based on first impressions, brutally honest

Weaknesses/bad habits: brutally honest, he also tends to help people become happy despite his own desires and discomfort, not strong and a horrible fighter, poor marksman, second guesses his decisions (though not his deductions)

Frequent moods/expressions: Quiet, tends not to talk to people until they talk to him. May be an undiagnosed bi-polar as he tends to shift from dispare to hope, with no middle ground or warning.

Reason for flight: Returning home (he has a connecting flight) from a wedding

Item from wreckage: A deck of playing cards

[Willo]

FLASHBACK 1, PART 1

Tom Wilhoat, looking a bit younger and clean shaven, sits in a lecture hall. On the board in large capital letters is “KANTIANISM”, which is also underlined. A large bearded man lectures the class.

“And I think that’ll just about do it for today,” the professor said. “We have a test next week, so over the weekend, study, damn it.”

Wilhoat got up and gathered his things, walking out of the class. A shorter girl with curly hair comes up behind him with her books in her hand.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” Tom said.

“You’re Tom, right?” she asked, stopping Tom in his steps.

“Yeah, how did you…”

“Amy, she’s my roommate.”

“I’m sorry..?”

“You’re Tom… Wilhoat. You work at the school paper. So does my roommate. Amy Stevens. I’ve seen your photo.”

“Amy… the designer?”

“Yeah. So, are you going up to the newsroom right now?”

“Yes, I am.”

“I’ll walk with you, that is if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

“You’re probably all freaked out right now, hunh? This crazy girl comes out of nowhere and starts following you.”

Tom stopped again and looked at her, with a very serious look on his face.

“I’ve been waiting for this day my entire life…”

After a long pause, they both crack up and keep walking.

[Gwen Havers]

Aww, I like him already. As if the Sarsgaardy-ness weren't enough to persuade me.

And hey, both our characters are returning from weddings. I hope yours at least had an open bar. *grumble, grumble*

[ana]

Heh, he sounds like a cool guy. Looking forward to finding out more.... Perhaps Willo and Gwen are a perfect match...?

[Ethan Rom]

Everyone is getting in the way of my Ethan.

[ana]

Awe, sorry Ethan. But you know romance is doomed for you. You're an Other. Sure, things start off well for you, but you got that kidnapping tendancy, not to mention that murderous streak, kinda puts the ladies off after a while

[Willo]

FLASHBACK No. 1, PART 2

Tom and the girl are sitting in an obviously different classroom, and are sitting next to each other.

"I'm telling you, Amber, your life is a soap opera," Tom said.

"Just because I constantly am battleing with two men in my life does not mean that it's like a soap opera. It's not like I have a friend with amnesia."

"What did you say?" he asked and she playfully hit him.

"So... what do you think?"

"What do I think? I think that Juan just wants you, as sort of a conquest thing. There's no romance there, and I think you know that. On the other hand, you're smart enough not to ruin a good thing with Peter."

She smiled and looked back at him. "You didn't answer the question," she said.

"You're kidding," Tom said, with a grin.

Just then, a teacher walked into the classroom.

"Alright, class, today we're going to be watching a video of a musical by Stephen Sondheim...."

"I like this one," Amber said. Tom just shook his head and smiled.

[Gwen Havers]

Ooh, is it Into the Woods? Hehehe. *claps hands excitedly*

[Willo]

There are Giants in the Sky, Gwen.

[Gwen Havers]

So you're saying the Witch hid Rapunzel in one of the Dharma hatches? Brilliant!

[Willo]

Every knot was once straight rope.

[ana]

WTF?? Jack! They're speaking gibberish....I think they're infected with musical-itis.

~looks gravely at Gwen and Willo~

I'm sorry....there is no cure for that....

[Ethan Rom]

I don't know what the hell is happening, I really don't.

[Hollywood Heidi]

Lol, I'm a bit at a loss as well with the stage theatrical talk, but the flashbacks are great so far.

[Jack]

my mind is blank, I'm so lost, good writing though. I get the feeling I'm gunna look back on this and go Ohhh, but for now... huh?

[Willo]

There was a knock on the door. Tom glanced at the alarm clock that was sitting on the edge of his bed. It was nearly four in the morning. The sleeping pills he had taken for the night had obviously gone to waste. He, appearing to be the only college student who didn’t drink on Thursday night searched his floor for a clean pair of pants. Not bothering to put on a shirt he made his way through the living room, tripping on his coffee table.

“Son of a bitch...” he said, grabbing his toe. He stumbled to the front door, opening it. There she was, mascara and makeup running down her face.

“Tom....” Amber said, crying, unable to get a word out. Tom’s sholders sank and he led her to the couch. “You were right. I was going to stop in to Juan’s house and... you...”

She burried her head into his bare chest, her makeup leaving an outline of her face on his chest. He rubbed her back gently.

“It’s alright, it’s alright, Amber,” he said, with the patience of a grandmother.

“Why don’t I listen to you?”

“Because I sound incredibly arrogent until I turn out to be right?”

She laughed through the tears.

“We doing a little better?” he asked, as she sat up. She nodded and he wiped the tears under his eyes.

“Thanks, Tom” she said, and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” She got up and left before Tom could say anything. His door swung close.

“See you.”

[Gwen Havers]

“Why don’t I listen to you?”

“Because I sound incredibly arrogent until I turn out to be right?”

Dude, have you been talking to almost all of my male friends? 'Cause, wow, that sounds familiar.

[Willo]

So, that worked, then?

[Gwen Havers]

Oh, all too well. I like to think I'm older and wiser now. Which doesn't necessarily make it true, and Will/Mark/Jeff will still very happily point out my lapses in judgment.

[Willo]

...my name is Will. creepy.