Repetition

by PrOxMURDER

Ruby Rose had been living the same monotonous lifestyle for almost 3 years since her mission gone wrong. Every day was the same schedule, same job, and same boring and lonesome life. But her life was going to get a little more interesting upon walking into an old friend. (Summaries aren't my best thing, but hey I'm new here).

1. Chapter 1: Repetition

(PRE-STORY AUTHOR'S NOTE): This is my first story written for this site. That being said, it will take a little bit for me to "get comfortable" with writing FanFics. I also might be a little inaccurate when it comes down to characterization. The grammar in this story will certainly be decent, but at the same time I can guarantee that the plot will need fixing...like a lot of fixing...like 'I literally just thought this up last night' fixing. Also, another thing to note. Everyone in the story has graduated from Beacon Academy and are hunters and huntresses at this point. It has also been 3 years since graduation, so Ruby is now 20..almost 21. That aside, I hope you enjoy the story! Without any further interruption, here's 'Repetition.'

Chapter 1:

The incessant blaring of my alarm clock riddled me from my slumber and interrupted a fairly pleasant dream involving cookie-guns. Slightly annoyed, I slapped my alarm clock to silence it's and began my day. I groggily rolled out of bed onto my feet and waited for my slight light-headiness to fade into a light buzz. Slightly limping towards my closet, I wiped the residual sleep from the corners of my eyes and let out a yawn. I opened my closet and plucked the previously made outfit consisting of a red business shirt and black slacks from the rack and placed it on my bed. I began to strip myself of my night clothes as I hobbled toward my bathroom. I turned the shower handle and set the water temperature as high as it would go. Once the water was warmed, I stepped in and washed myself. Soon after, I found myself standing under the stream of hot water pondering what I was doing with my life. Ever since the combat accident my life has gone downhill. I've stopped talking to my teammates and friends. I've been stuck with the same deadening job for 3 years. I longed for a bit of inconsistency, for variables. At this point I only saw one potential: my 21st birthday tomorrow. It could offer quite a bit of escape from this perpetual lifestyle that was forced upon me.

After pondering such thoughts for awhile, I realized I was behind schedule and hopped out of the shower, drying myself whilst doing so. I grabbed the clothes I had placed on my bed earlier and threw them on in a hurry. After checking that I looked decent, I proceeded to go to my kitchen and begin making a small breakfast consisting of an apple, a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee. After hastily scarfing down my cereal, I grabbed the apple and coffee and left my house. Whilst walking down the sidewalk I tossed a wayward glance at the house, observing I as I occasionally do. It was a modest 1 story house with 1 bedroom, 1 living room, 1 kitchen and 1 1/2 bathrooms, the larger of the 2 was connected to my bedroom. I turned my head back around and resumed walking in my original path. I arrived at work 5 minutes late, fairly enthralled with the change. I proceeded to my small cubicle and began my tedious and seemingly endless work day.

*About 8 hours later*

I punched my card, said goodbye to my co-workers and left the dull grey building feeling somewhat satisfied with the early birthday wishes from her newer acquaintances. As she was walking towards her house a few blocks down, she looked out towards the horizon and continued with her thoughts from that morning. 'Why couldn't I have a better job...one that's actually fun or something,' she thought as she strolled down the street. In my mental haze, I didn't seem to notice someone in front of me and ended up running straight into them. Needless to say we both ended up on the ground, and in...quite the position. From what I could tell, I had fallen right on top of them with noses almost touching. I opened my eyes to see a pair of cerulean eyes. Scanning the facial features, I soon realized that I had fallen atop of none other than Jaune Arc.

A/N: So, this is the first chapter of 'Repetition.' I myself felt as though I went a little too into detail, but it's up to you guys on this one. Leave the best review you can make. If there are any suggestions that you have as to story direction, feel free to leave it in your review or PM me about it. I need all of the help I can get with this. I'll be starting on chapter 2 tomorrow morning...wait it's 6:00 A.M.?! Damn, well then guess I mean this afternoon. Until then...I'LL SEE YA!