(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Ruki_088_zps7c10d5bf.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Katsu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside, then Kitchen<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Friday Evening<br/><strong>With:</strong>Girls, Cryus, Frank, Victor<br/><br/><br/>Well, he wasn’t expecting that, though Katsu did get around in his fights his days. Catching the other in the corner of his eye, he begun to turn around, as the punch drew close enough he rolled his body away in the direction it was going, clenching his jaw in the process. To the untrained eye, it may seemed he was directly hit then and there, but he allowed the connection in his already falling moments to reduce full impact of the hit. His body heavily thumped against the ground with the extra momentum of the fist pushing him down to make it seem realistic enough. Of course his jaw stung, but Katsu stayed still, listening casually to the other’s ranting. Oh, if only he still had his knife and he did toy with the idea of sweeping that brute off of his feet, but decided against it. He will get his revenge later when there were not that many witnesses to intervene. That sudden outburst of anger would be that man’s own outdoing.<br/><br/>He remained motionless when he was lifted up and later flung into the kitchen area. His eyes had remained close after the fist incident, but now were slowly opened to glance around in the dark. Vaguely he could make out the shadows of the others in the dark, there seemed to be something under the table, but the shapes were not clear enough at the moment to see if it was just objects or people. His gaze flickered, taking in as much as possible, allowing his eyes to steadily adjust to the darkness. The few things he could make out was thanks to the light that did get in just enough from the broken glass door, but even that was not enough to make heads or tails of things.<br/><br/>For now, he would just lie and wait for the commotion to die down. He remained alert of his surroundings should any of them attempt anything else on him, he prioritized his well being above all else.  His lips quirked when he saw his knife he had thrown laying on the floor amidst the broken glass, but decided to not act on it. Not yet, in the least, but later was always an option as he dimmed his eyes close, narrowing his vision but making it seem like he was unconscious.