<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dc143c"><b><u><a class="link link--external" href="http://i59.tinypic.com/24v407p.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Trinity Rose Langton</a></u></b></span>​</div><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dc143c"><b><u><a class="link link--external" href="http://i59.tinypic.com/24v407p.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">http://i59.tinypic.com/24v407p.jpg</a></u></b></span><b><u><a class="link link--external" href="http://i59.tinypic.com/24v407p.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">http://i59.tinypic.com/24v407p.jpg</a></u></b><u><a class="link link--external" href="http://i59.tinypic.com/24v407p.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">http://i59.tinypic.com/24v407p.jpg</a></u><a class="link link--external" href="http://i59.tinypic.com/24v407p.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">http://i59.tinypic.com/24v407p.jpg</a><br/><br/><i>Thank fucking gods!</i><br/><br/>Finally, someone else had heard her. About damn time! She had been getting really annoyed, borderline pissed off in fact. The first words which left the cheerleader's mouth, however, made Trinity's eyes narrow. The selection of what she said hadn't bothered her nearly as much as the tone. Waiting until the bat made sure the doors were secured first, Trinity moved away and placed herself so she was maybe one or two steps away from the other girl. Her eyes stayed in a narrow state as she finally began to reply.<br/><br/>"First and foremost; you can keep that tone with anyone else if you so desire. But that shit isn't sliding with me. Now, to answer your question, no I am not a student. To be more exact, I'm an ex-military. One of my former superiors sent me here to check this place out since it's one of the worst locations with these undeads. Admittedly, I'm not exactly sure what he was hoping for me to find. I doubt a solution is here. That being said, I'm assuming he wanted me to try to clear this place out or something of the like. Disregarding what they want, however, I can say this much. I'm disgusted to be associated with the same people who caused this crap. Really, I am. So did I intentionally walk into this hell hole? Not intentionally, no. But nonetheless, I still have. Now then, I'd say it's my turn to ask something."<br/><br/>Before she went on, however, Trinity took the opportunity for her heterochromic eyes to gaze upon the cheerleader, as if silently studying her up. While she didn't look like much upon first glance, Tori had been able to go against the stereotype of the 'dumb cheerleaders'. Her bat had easily proven that. So maybe, just maybe, there would be a chance if she cooperated with this cheerleader.<br/><br/>"Are you alone? Or are there others here? And do they have any type of weapon, be it another bat or something else?" If the questions to most of these were 'No' .... well, hell. It'd suck but there would still be a chance. If<i>all</i>of the answers, however, were 'No' ... that would be far worse. But she'd give this cheerleader a chance to answer her. More than that, hopefully this woman would realize she hadn't been kidding on the dislike of Tori's tone.<br/><br/>Trinity did understand this situation wasn't at all pleasant. However, Tori's temper had been directed at the very wrong person. And it was one damn good reason she wouldn't accept being spoken to in such a manner. She hadn't let anyone do that kind of crap before and she sure as fuck wasn't about to start now.