When light begins to seep through my eyelids, I decide it time to 'wake up.' I sit up, every joint cracking audibly as I do so. Damn rigor mortis. Nobody has started to stir yet, so I take this opportunity to hide in the locker room and mostly empty a can of deodorant on myself, slipping the mostly empty can back into my hoodie pocket. I return to the hall corner where I had spent the last several hours in time to see some of the sleepers starting to stir, most notably the orange haired girl. She wakes up quickly, and stretches quietly, with her eyes quickly sweeping the room.
'What is she looking for?' I wonder. She looks ready to kill anything that moves. Then, she suddenly calms, and her demeanor abruptly changes. Suddenly, she is caffeine and cocaine incarnate. She leans over the head of the blackette guy sleeping next to her, and proceeds to poke him. "Wake up lazy bun!" she practically shouts in his face, "Its morning, its morning its morning its morning!" He just sighs. I pity him.
I shake my head, turning my attention to the other stirrers. Soon, everyone wakes up, and heads to the cafeteria, but I don't follow. Reasons should be apparent by now. Instead, I head to the locker room, and realize that I can't remember what locker I put my stuff in. Shit.
By the time I remember that I was given a piece of paper telling me my locker number, the other hopeful initiates have finished breakfast, and swarmed the locker room. '634… 635… 63-' "Omph!" I bump into someone.
"…Sorry," it takes me a couple seconds to git the words out.
"Do you have any idea who you just ran into!" I hear an angry voice and turn. It's the girl in white from yesterday.
"…Should I?" I ask, after turning to see a crimsonette girl with unnatural looking green eyes. Seriously, what is up with eyes and hair in this world? I am taken from my thoughts as the girl in white starts yelling again. "THIS is Pyrrha," she says this like it's the most obvious thing in the world. She looks at me expectantly, as if expecting me to gasp.
"Hi?" I ask, still not understanding. The guy I ate didn't know about her either, so don't call me stupid. The now named Pyrrha smiles a little.
"Hello!" she says, waving her hand. The white-dressed girl, I'm going to have to get her name, her rants are hilarious, continues, frustrated.
"She graduated at the top of her class at Sanctum."
"Wazzat?" I unintentionally combine the two words. This further frustrates the girl in white.
"She won the Mistral Tournament four years in a row, a new record."
"The what?" Seriously, I can't remember what a tournament is. Meanwhile, Pyrrha smiles more, and the girl in white is more frustrated, and begins wildly waving her arms up and down. Even being dead, I can't resist the urge to chuckle at the image. Of course, it comes out as a quiet grunt. The girl in white continues, "She's on the cover of every Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes box!"
Having finished my microscopic chuckle fit, I voice my opinion on what I heard, "Pumpkin… Marshmallow… That sounds like it tastes bad." Not that I'd know, but, still. I remember why I was here. "Uhh, girl in white-" I start only to be interrupted by the girl in question.
"It's Weiss Schnee to you!"
I continue, "Would you please move? You-re in front of my locker." I stutter a little while saying you're, but I can mostly talk normally now.
"Would all first-year students report to Beacon Cliff for initiation. I repeat, all first-year students to Beacon Cliff immediately," comes the voice of that blond-haired teacher over the intercom. Weiss storms off in what I can only assume is the correct direction, followed by an apologetic looking Pyrrha. I stand there for a minute, then turn around, grabbing the sword-and-shield thing I brought from Earth. I'm not entirely confident with it as a weapon against the forces of darkness, but it's better than nothing. I try to run like a living person in the direction of the girls.
Less than five minutes later, I was at Beacon Cliff, standing on the grey square on the ground. The Headmaster, Ozpin, gives a small speech.
"For years, you all have trained to become warriors." 'Nope.' "And today, your abilities will be evaluated in the Emerald Forest." This guy reminds me so much of that one picture book I found that may or may not be in my locker. Seriously, Wizard of Oz, Ozpin, Emerald City, Emerald Forest, this is a weird planet. The blond teacher, I think her name was Goodwitch, starts explaining along with Ozpin how team formation will work to us, but I only really catch the eye contact thing. I'm more focused on how we will be getting down to the Emerald Forest, so I miss a lot of what was said. The person to my left, who happened to be Ruby, disappeared, flung into the sky. 'Oh shit!' I think, as I am launched off a cliff.
Tiny Author Note: Kind of a filler chapter, so I'm sorry. Thank you to all who have read or commented on this story so far. Also note, this story will NEVER be abandoned without me writing a page telling so, because I hate it when people do that. I just have a hard time trying to write, there may be notable time between updates. The 'Oh shit' phrase ending the chapter isn't going to be a regular thing, because I know the joke wears out quickly, but semi-cliffhangers may be. Please leave a comment or suggestion, all will be considered, even if never implemented. 'Insert Zombie Jaune falling out of the sky'