Golden Thorns: chapter three
Coran sprinted towards the sky-bus that would take him and his fellow students to the top of beacon cliff. He could see the doors closing. He jumped, and made it through as the pilot yelled at him "cutting it fine, much? Next time get out of bed sooner." Followed by a string of mumbled curses that would make a sailor feel faint. It really was quite impressive just how fluent he was in profanity.
As the bus took off Coran spared the time to take in his surroundings. Nothing of any interest. Just a sky-bus full of overexcited teens with more energy that sense. Except for one thing, a young girl, barely older than fifteen and dressed in a red hood was getting crushed almost to unconsciousness by someone claiming to be her sister. That must be a strange relationship, considering that they look almost nothing alike Coran thought. And for one so young to be accepted to beacon… he decided that she was one to be aware of.
At this point he was jarred out of his thoughts by a scraggly blonde guy running around the bus causing havoc and complaining about feeling sick. Coran thought it prudent to stand in the corner, out of the way for the rest of the flight.
When the pilot finally decided to land coran was out the door and into the fresh air. So this was the great beacon academy then. A giant spire surrounded by smaller towers and flying buttresses. He fell in step behind the group of students heading towards what appeared to be an entrance hall of some kind.
After a short wait, in which Coran's ritual of listening yielded no information other than someone was very angry at someone else, a man with silver hair, small glasses and a vaguely disinterested expression took to the stage. This must be the great Professor Ozpin that he'd heard so very little about.
"I'll…keep this brief," he began, but Coran wasn't listening. He had glanced over to where the shouting had come from and had gotten completely absorbed in what he saw. He felt his fists clench involuntarily and he ground his teeth. What the hell was she doing here? Didn't she have a gigantic multinational that daddy had to teach her how to run. Why did she have to be here? Why now? Why, when things were finally starting to show signs of looking up did god-damn I'm-vastly-superior-to-everyone-I-meet I'll-pretend-to-be-your-friend-as-long-as-your-dad-is-part-of-my-company Weiss Schnee have to apply to Beacon the same year that I did? Coran was on the verge of punching a hole in the beautiful marble wall when he felt a hand fall gently on his shoulder. He spun round and found himself eye to bright green eye with Marie, the girl from the ship. Immediately the caged monster that was trying to tear down the building from inside of him stopped and slunk back into the dark hole in which he kept it.
"Coran? Are you okay?" she whispered and he noticed that everyone was filing off down a corridor, "you look pale."
"I'm fine," He shrugged off her hand and turned to follow the mass of people out of the hall, "what's going on?"
"We are all spending the night in a hall called the barn, team allocations are tomorrow morning on the cliff."
"Thanks," grand, a whole night in a room full of people that he didn't want to talk to. And it was all going so well.