Halloween Party Setup

[Tie of Hope]

OOC: It's a set up Rape Scene, one on one please, first come first serve. In third person, as well.

College was a joke. As if Tara had enough on her mind as it was. She wasn't your average every day pretty little blonde. She wasn't captain of the cheerleading squad, the mistress of the orchestra, or some world class gymnast. Though then again, she wasn't at all any normal, soft spoken cutie. She was a gorgeous, cocky little thing, who's bark was more than her bite. Long, straight black hair, streaked red and black eyes. Her lithe, thin figure was well balanced by lucious curves, a very feminine girl, hidden beneath layers of gothic clothing. Perhaps the most firey girl in the co-ed college.

If tonight wasn't Halloween, she wouldn't have bothered following her friend off to a close kept party on the other side of the college, carefully hidden in the forest, a way away, but still on the massive college grounds. Long enough to drive, that was. Cathy had taken her van, though Tara didn't care. And the party, as lively as it was, didn't very much raise the pretty goth-girl's spirits. Cathy had gotten drunk, and due to popular request, Tara decided to head off and meet up with a few friends to bring back some beer. Pushing her way through the crowds, taking Cathy's keys, she headed off to the van, parked in the flurry of cars. She started the engine, heading back up the dusty road toward the college. When she heard something.

"Shit...God, Cathy, your car is junk." She swore under her breath, swerving to the side of the road. Stepping from the van, she walked to the back to see that the doors had come open, and all of Cathy's equiptment was scattered about the ground. Swearing silently, she went about picking them up, the fact that no light around wasn't helping. But she wasn't afraid...what was there to be afraid of?

 

[rpgfreak]

ooc:i'll go for this

-a car was pulling up and a voice calls out from behind her. -"excuse me! Need help there?"

 

[Tie of Hope]

Tara paused for a moment. Maybe one of the teachers from the college? No, someone who'd came from the party. Brushing aside a few strands of hair, horribly tempted to yell 'Fuck off, I'm busy', the goth ignored him for a moment, bending down to lift a few camera's an mic. Glancing around at the equiptment, a few of the items being rather heavy, she huffed angerily.

"Yeah, sure." She called, certainly not really in the mood to deal with anyone. She hadn't expected anyone else to leave the party, it might cause too much notice to the hidden party place.

 

[rpgfreak]

-he gets out a 21 year old blond blue eyes a goth as well he had purple streaks in his hair and helps her with the equipment.-"come on my car can hold this stuff."-he smiles to her-

 

[Tie of Hope]

"Alright." Closing up the rest of the car, locking the door and keeping hold of the keys, she opens the passenger door.
"Got a name, or am I going to have to go 'Hey You' everytime I speak?" Voice kept low, she waited for a moment before getting in. Well, despite the fact it was Halloween, she hadn't thought of the numerous things that might happen. Not your 'innocent' virgin, but still. Tara was very strict when it came to that subject, relying on her hot headed tendencies to float her by.

 

[rpgfreak]

-smiles-"im JAmes."-he smiles-"What about you"


ooc:so like am i free to access the rape scene or did you have some thing in mind

 

[Tie of Hope]

OOC: No, it's alright. You can go ahead with it.

Raising a hand again, brushing aside her long black, red streaked hair, she watched the road, listening as he spoke.
"Tara."

 

[rpgfreak]

"cool let me ask ya something you seem tough right ? what thinks you are?"

 

[Tie of Hope]

Well, she certainly did think herself to be tough. Not someone to be taken lightly, or treated badly, unless you were sure you cound handle her. Fiddling a spike on that necklace she wore, she looked to him. She was unsure about this situation, she barely knew this guy after all.
"Not too sure what you mean by that. Sure, I'm tough. When I need to be. I get off up here." She said quietly in return. True, she was sure the drive wasn't that short back up to campus, but she'd spotten a dark cabin. Better here than finish this drive with this guy. He was nice, yeah, but Tara didn't have too good of a feeling about it.

 

[rpgfreak]

-he smiles and stops th ecar lokcign the car door and put a knife to her neck-"you stuck up punck goth bull shit isnt working you dont knwo fea rlil bitch"-he puts th enife to he rthroat fearfully as he looks toher-"were going to my dorm and have fun understood?"

 

[Tie of Hope]

With a sharp reflex, she slapped his hand away from her, glaring daggers almost as she fiddled with the lock, watching him cautiously.
"The hell we are. Now let me out, you psycho asshole." Perhaps not the picture of absolute coolness, Tara felt fear begin to flood over her, her fingers clumsily trying to pull the door open. She turned away from him, prying with both hands at the lock. Fun? She almost shivered at the thought, ignoring the fact that James still had the knife. She wanted out, now.

 

[rpgfreak]

-he pins her to the seat hard straddling her tummy-"fuck we are bitch now stop and walk out with me or i could cut ya!"-he puts it closer to her throat if sh emoved in any way she would probably die

 

[Tie of Hope]

Careful not to take any deep breaths, the darkness outside an easy cover, she glared back at him, refusing to move for a few moments. She could scream. But who would hear her? Nearly everyone on campus was out at that party, and the freshmen were on to other side in a seperate dorm. His straddling over her was making it harder to breath, and after another few moments of sitting in the darkness, having hoped he would forget about it all, she finally spoke.

"Get off then, asshole, and open the door." She'd gotten it all played out in her head. When he got out, she'd get out and then take off. Presuming all he had was a dagger. Though the goth girl's dark eyes held a aching fear, which she desperately tried to hide by rage rather, long dark and red strands falling in front of her gaze. She wouldn't cooperate, and she sure as hell wasn't going to make it easy for him.

 

[rpgfreak]

-pulls a gun out clicks it-"ok then i see your ready"

 

[Tie of Hope]

Why did rapists and murders always leave the gun uncocked? Because it was a hell of a scary sound. Frozen in place for a moment, the click of the gun enough to convince her now wasn't the time to act up, she nodded bitterly. All chances of running seemed very small right now. Still attempting to keep a calm, cool outter appearance, her heart seemed to skip a beat. What did he want from her? She had the slightest idea, and it certainly wasn't a pleasent one.

 

[rpgfreak]

-he shoots her in the neck with a sleeping dart and puts her to sleep and carries her in his dorm and puts her wrists in cuffs hanging her by her wrists on the ceiling and he waits for her to wakes staring at her-

 

[Tie of Hope]

Tara stirred, groaning and moving her fingers slowly, dragging herself back to reality. Where was she. Panic stricken, her muscles aching already, she forced her eyes the rest of the way open, blurry gaze moving around before locking on James. He tranqed her. The asshole tranqed her! Attempting to move forward to hit him, the chains hanging from the baggy pants she wore jingling, she retracted in pain as the cuffs cut into her small, delicate wrists. Black and red strands falling in front of her gaze, she glared at him.

"You bastard. Get these off of me and let me out of here! Now! Before I rip your fucking head off!" None the less the girl had gotten back that tough otter layer, struggling in attempts to get her hands out of the cuffs. What if he didn't do as she said? A shiver running up her spine, she tried her best to shield that fear creeping over her features. The tight, red, form fitting shirt she wore was revealing her stomach, the girl's small form visible since the shirt was being held up since she was cuffed. Not wanting to give him any ideas, she tried her best to pull down the shirt, her arms beginning to tire.

 

[rpgfreak]

"you think your goth but your not i seen you before this i used to live next door to you i used to be friends with you untill you were abused one day the forgot me . hmm you dont scare me "-he walks to her slicing some holes in her clothes
-"you were cute now a slut i cant belive you"-he smiles and chains her ankles to the ground and he takes a small horse whip and cracks it against her ass-

 

[Tie of Hope]

"Funny, I don't recall knowing any psychotic rapists in any past life." She snapped darkly. Closing her eyes as he sliced at the clothing, a riddle of slices revealed her tender, creamy flesh beneath the small red shirt she wore, she brought herself to watching him once more. The sting from the horse whip was enough to cause her to yank against the chains, biting her bottom lip to keep from wincing.

 

[rpgfreak]

-he smirks-"I was the kid you kept your eye on because you used to hold me every where when I used to be sad I lived with my abusive parents remember the kid you looked out for untill that one day"-he shows her a scare she gave him when they were smaller caused by a sodering iron-