Wow, it's been forever since I've posted anything. Apparently, my muse decided to take a two-year hiatus. My boyfriend recently got me into RWBY, and this is kind of a combination work between the two of us (he's making a story, in which universe this one is placed. I don't know if he'll ever post it here or not though). Anyway, enjoy.
The girl packed up her supplies for the day; her scroll shut down and stowed in a pocket with her stylus while her water bottle and the remains of lunch were tossed carelessly into her satchel. Night had long since fallen, the shattered moon glowing feebly past the threatening clouds and working with the lamps to light her way along the darkened streets. A cold wind blew from the direction of the wharf, carrying with it the scent of rain and she wrinkled her nose in distaste, rolling her shoulders to try and boost her collar up higher. The sleeves she was wearing helped some, but they left her shoulders bare and freezing. Her vest wasn't really designed with warmth in mind and, unless there was a wet t-shirt competition nearby, the skin-tight white top underneath wouldn't be doing her any favors either.
Halfway home the clouds, which had long since devoured the stars, ceased their threatening; pouring down rain in an endless deluge that had the cussing brunette dashing for cover. Peering out from beneath an overhang, the girl wondered if she wouldn't just be better off waiting out the storm here. On the one hand, her first day at Beacon was tomorrow, and it was certain to be a long one. On the other hand...she REALLY hated rain. Chewing on her lower lip thoughtfully she was about to dash home, figuring that spending the night cold was worse than getting wet in the first place when a crimson blur came careening around a corner further down Tin Street. The aforementioned blur sprinted right past the girl's own hiding place, ducking into another alley further down near one of the clubs where she only just noticed a giant of a man standing in the entrance. Looking back in the direction the blur had come from had her eyebrows rising as a familiar flaming haired dandy in a white waistcoat came running past, cheap black suited goons in tow. They ran down the same alley Red and, presumably, the blonde had gone down, and the girl winced as the sound of a gunshot rang out through the night.
"Fuck this," she growled to herself, taking off running for home. "It's cold, it's wet, and I am not dealing with Noir's ex-fucking-boyfriend on top of everything else tonight." A twinge of guilt made her look back as another shot rang out, but then a glimpse of something red clambering onto a roof and getting the hell out of dodge made her sigh in relief, taking the opportunity to follow the other's example and skedaddle as well.