"Ready! Left, right, across, left, right, up, down, up, across, dip and slam. One more time!" Nora screamed, yelling over the blaring thunder of music.
Ren squinted his eyes as a plethora of neon lights began to shine. He ran a hand through his hair. A thin layer of sweat glistening on his temple, as he danced feverishly to the beat. Ren struggled with the expressive moves but tried hard nonetheless. He just couldn't get the same energy as his partner could. Her upbeat and somewhat spunky flair really made the number pop. He did excel in form however.
As the tempo slowed and the music hushed to a lull, the intensity lessened. Ren and Nora panted to a stop. Nora groaned and shuddered to the floor. "That was... our best score yet!" She roared excitedly.
Leaping back up onto her feet she slammed her hands onto the rails of the Dance Dance Revolution machine and smiled. "We'll be back for you next week." She purred, stroking the machine. Which, in turn earned an eye roll from Ren.
"I see you added another spin." Ren remarked as the pair strolled leisurely out of Crown Arcade.
"I thought I'd bump it up a level. Gotta really bust a move when we crush Jaune and Pyrrha right?" Nora chuckled, her eyes glinting in the light.
"Let's boogie out of here. We gotta meet the others."
Ren raised an eyebrow as Nora strutted out of the building, shimmying and shaking. He chuckled to himself as he followed suit.
Ruby teetered precariously on a green, wooden stool. Her toes just brushing the edge as she struggled to reach up into the cupboards. More often than not she, dearly wished she'd taken Weiss's advice to master the art of foot wear and learn the blistering skill of wearing heels. The extra couple inches that they would provide her would surely be enough to reach the cookie tin.
Sighing, the petite girl took a leap of faith. She hurled herself upwards and latched an arm around the cookie tin before slamming towards the ground. Unfortunately the stool had been directly under the girl. It splintered as Ruby's heels hit the surface. The wood wedging into the cracks on the tiles. Ruby huffed, thinking as to how she'd need to spend money on yet another stool.
Disregarding the scraps of wood, Ruby sauntered out of her kitchen. She crept into her living room, with soft pink walls stark with the contrast of red decor, it was her favorite spot. Plopping down on her red leather chaise, she fluffed a pillow and wrapped herself in the warmth of a blanket.
The tin was a dark blue hue, words engraved on the metal. It was a familiar brand, one that Ruby had often eaten from as a child. Stretching out her fingers she began twisting the lid of the circular rim with ease. Her eyes widened with surprise at the contents inside. Throwing it to the side she let out a horrified scream.
Inside the box, was a folded square of paper surrounded by a circle of small oblong, disk shaped rocks. Ruby red in the face, plucked the paper out with distaste. Letting the rest clatter to the floor, with a pang.
Reading the message swiftly she let out a series of curses. "Damn Yang... took my cookies... making me work... stupid mission..." She growled, stomping to her room to get dressed.
"All I wanted was to have a lazy day in! Is that too much to ask for!" She yelled in frustration, her words aimlessly flying toward an ornate piece of shrubbery.
"I better get some damn cookies after this." She hissed.
Jaune collapsed on to his bed with a sigh. He'd spent a good hour searching for Bella despite the minuscule size of his apartment. She was a flighty one for sure. Always running off without so much as a meow. Sometimes he would find her hiding under the bed, in the closet or even in one of the kitchen cupboards. The furry feline had a way of getting around even with a lack of opposable thumbs.
Despite the additional stress that burdened Jaune, he was content. Life was far less lonely than it'd been. He felt invigorated by the changes that had happened within the short time span.
Jaune flopped over onto his stomach, the bed lurching slightly with the shift in weight. He hadn't bothered changing into his pajamas. So, he was clad in a pair of faded grey denim jeans and a tight, dark blue T-shirt. Though it wasn't particularly comfortable, he was far too lazy to be bothered.
Alongside, chasing after his cat constantly, Jaune had been preoccupied reaching out to his friends. He was certain they'd be willing to help him with his new mission, especially since it was for Ozpin but getting a hold of everyone proved to be a challenge.
Many of his colleagues were off in different regions, fulfilling their own goals. A part of him felt guilty for wanting their help but another said that it wasn't his selfishness that brought him to ask. Rather, what was worse, was that it was his sense of duty and even more so his sense of fear.
Jaune had a feeling that there was more to the situation than Ozpin had let on. Something truly ominous seemed to be brewing. He frankly wasn't confident that his skills were up to par with what Beacon and Vale needed.
Jaune let out a long groan into his pillow, stretching out his back muscles. Just as he was about to get up, he felt a weight thud onto the mid section of his back. Twisting, he spotted the bright amber gaze of his pet.
"Gosh, Bells. You're gonna be the death of me." He muttered scooping her into his arms. Sitting upright he leaned his head up against the frame of the bed, one arm resting against his knee the other flat on his bed. Placing Bella on to the white sheets, he chuckled. He used his knuckls to brush over the top of the feline's head. The wispy fluff of fur soft against the rough of his hands.
Usually Bella, was far from the cuddling type. But for some reason unbeknownst to him, she was acting rather sweet. She huddled up, right into the crook of his arm. Possibly it was because she could sense his underlying emotions. Maybe it was because she was lonely herself or perhaps it was because of a memory.