WHO: Tori and Ren ( Vi and Tay too) WHERE: Campus and then probably Tay's room. Or the infirmary. WHEN: April 4th; Late. WHAT: A little message for the rebellious lovebirds... RATING: Violence and emotional outbursts.
Tori hadn't really been expecting anything. Even after all of the things that had happened at the school lately, she didn't expect that any of it would happen to her. Things had been quiet around campus for awhile now, and even before, she had been a bystander during the other attacks. Besides, she was just going to meet Ren. Walking across campus was not how anyone else had fallen victim. Tori noted the night was warmer, finally, and peeled her arms out of her jacket as she moved. There was a ruffle of breeze through her hair, the only stirring around her since she'd started walking really, and it distracted her just enough to give them an opening.
Stuffing her jacket into the bag that was slung over her shoulder, she wasn't focused on her surroundings. It wasn't until she nearly ran into a figure that she stopped short; finally remembering where she was. She was outside, not in her room, and there was suddenly a crowd surrounding her. The figures were dressed in black, which made her wrinkle her nose in disgust. It was such a tacky ensemble, shrouding yourself all in black. "The funeral parlour's on the other side of campus," she pointed out, a roll of her eyes covering the unease she felt in her stomach. Why couldn't she see their faces clearly? It was like someone had taken a water color paintbrush and blurred the features together or something. Her disinterested tone was dismissive, but none of them moved. Nobody typically held up under the withering gaze she was fixing on them now, but they just stood there. Their silence was almost more unnerving than if they'd started jeering and catcalling. Tori knew how to handle perverts. She didn't know what to do with this.
Reaching into her bag, she drew out her cell, keeping her eyes on the circle of men as she moved. Tori didn't have time to reassure herself that their builds were most decidedly male before the first punch was thrown. She couldn't tell where it came from, as stars exploded in front of her eyes and the phone fell from her hand. Scrambling backwards, she wobbled before she went down, attempting to grab the device as a kick came to her side. Ren's name was the only thing visible on her screen as a flurry of bodies converged around her, drowning out her screams and cries of agony. At one point, she managed to get herself onto her back, lashing out with her feet and nails in a feeble attempt to do at least a little damage. Hands wrenched her by the hair, slamming her head into the ground as her hands were twisted cruelly in directions not meant for them to go. Coughing as another fist, or maybe it was a foot, connected with her chest...Tori whimpered as her vision edged black. The phone lay in pieces several feet away, though she tried to slither herself forward. Maybe she could make it work, or maybe she just thought they'd let her go. A foot crunching down on her outstretched hand dashed those hopes, and she let out a howl as pain exploded around her.
When her vision cleared, almost to a clarity too sharp for the splitting in her head, Tori vaguely realized she was on her back now. The cool breeze ruffled what she recognized as tatters in her clothes from the thrashing and beating. One figure stood above her only, and his hand was the last thing she saw before another sharp pain sent her into welcoming blackness yet again.