A lonely soul, comprised of many, standing proud and tall
Forever doomed to walk alone, unless she welcomes all
"Hey, wake up! You got a visitor!"
She heard the call, getting up slowly. A visitor? At this hour? Or at all when she thought about it. Who the hell would want to visit HER, anyway? She shrugged the thoughts about, trying to get up from her bed to her feet. Having her hands restrained in dust free metal didn't do her any favors, her palms being two slabs of iron hanging from her wrists. If it weren't for her OWN aura she probably wouldn't be able to do much, but that was none of her concerns for now. The prisoner uniform she was given certainly wasn't to her tastes, the most generic black and white stripes one could find. Seriously, who the fuck thought it was a good idea anyway to put that shit on people?
She finally got up, getting out of her cell. The guards already knew how to handle her and her semblance, keeping at least a few feet away at all times. After her last breakout attempt, no one, even the other inmates, even DARED coming close. All she needed was just one person to be dumb enough to touch her... And from there, breaking free and getting out shouldn't be much of an issue. As she processed her escape plan again, she couldn't help by lament on the suit she has in storage, taken from her when she got in. A mighty fine suit, black, slick, custom tailored for her size and everything. Even the hat she always had on was out of the question, and while it was sad to lose them, it was a small price to pay to get out of this shithole.
She was led to a small, empty room, with nothing but a table, two chairs, and a light from above. Wondering how more cliché this could possibly get, she was sat down, while a chain was attached to her leg from afar, making sure she couldn't hurt the person on the other end. And after a few moments, a man came into the room, one who's face she couldn't believe she was seeing. A green suit, white hair, and small black glasses, the man came and sat down before her, holding a file and being accompanied by another huntress.
"Well shit. Professor Ozpin himself came to grace Lil' ol' me, and I didn't even have the time to brush my teeth." She uttered, voice filled with discontent and condescension.
"It is a pleasure to meet you too, Ms. Valiére." He sat down, calm as ever, staying silent for a while. After a while, and staying so rudely quiet in front of her, her already thin patience ran dry, snarling at him with pissed tones.
"Alright, let's cut the bullshit. Why the fuck are you here?"
"I suggest you speak to the headmaster with respect, young lady." The other woman turned to her, with a vindictive expression.
"Oh, so you're one of those." The prisoner cackled to herself. "Hey, next time you try and pull that ruler out of your ass, let me see. I wanna see how far it goes."
The comment, of course, only managed to make the woman angrier, though her companion seemed to keep his cool, retaining his atmosphere despite her apparently not giving a shit. Seeing this, she shifted strategy, going from cocky and joking to rather quiet and thoughtful, as she learned to do so well living in the shits of Vale.
"As for why we're here... I didn't assume they would tell you the details, but we have heard about your... Exploits, as of late." He continued, despite his assistant glaring knives at her. A barking dog never bites.
"That they did not, 'sir'" she replied with yet more distilled anger and passive aggressions. He chuckled, taking out one of the files in his hands, and putting it on the table, opening it before her, making her raise an eyebrow. "They... Called the headmaster of fucking Beacon so he can show me my criminal file?" She paused for a moment, before cackling again. "Well, good job mate, no one could have done it better." She said, recalling her arrest one more time...
She walked the streets of Vale, suit a bit tattered, rain all over her, drunk off her ass and holding an empty bottle in hand. Where she GOT said bottle, she couldn't even remember, but regardless, it was just a really bad evening for her, and all she wanted was to get to the small hideout she called a home, and cry herself to sleep like she usually did when she was drunk.
"Aren't you a bit too young to drink?" She heard a voice come from nearby, as a policeman approached her, looking rather curious at the 17-year-old girl with the peach colored hair in a suit, looking red and smelling of alcohol.
"We *hic* ll.. Why don't YOU get the fuck off me and piss off too while you're at it?" She snarled again, barely noticing what she was saying, before he took a quick look at his scroll, realizing she was on the wanted list for arson, assault, robbery, pickpocketing and so on.
"Well... I'm gonna have to ask you to come with me down to the station, so we-" He tried to come closer, not realizing what he's putting himself into. Before he could catch her, she sent her hand, grabbing his face, holding a malicious look on hers. As she did, her semblance kicked into action, powered by her endless greed, as her aura latched onto the officer's, and just like a picture out of a horror movie, drained him of every single speck of aura he had, leaving him powerless and even more brittle. From there, a single punch to his weak ass skull left him with a broken nose, as well as a few skull fractures. She sent him flying, hitting a wall of a building nearby, and came to walk away when she realized something on his scroll.
He called for backup.
"Oh for the love of-" She couldn't even finish her sentence, before several of them came from all around her, surrounding the girl, weapons drawn and ready to engage.
"Put your hands in the air and on your knees!" One of them called out with a megaphone. Before he could do anything else he felt a punch sending him flying, just like his peer.
"Well, at least I'll do ONE of those things!" She flared up to life, laughing in a mix of alcohol fueled madness and anger, throwing the cop like yesterday's trash, using his aura to fuel her overflowing strength. Of course, not ones to just stand there while she mauls their forces one by one, the cops opened fire, using lightning dust bullets, hitting her over and over. In her mind, for now at least, she shrugged it off as best she could, running to another one of them, using the bottle in her hand like her weapon cane, whacking him on the head and knocking him out.
"WHO'S NEXT?!" She shouted at them, the shock dust starting to slow her down. She ran towards the group that was now barricaded behind one of the police cars, ripping the door out of its hinges like it was paper, murder in her eyes. "Any last words?" She gave them a sinister glare as if the worst was to come.
"You're under arrest." She heard a voice from behind her, as she was struck with a baton, the dust and the shock finally making her succumb, falling to the floor unconscious.
"Well, besides doing that, there is another reason I've been called here... Parole."
She paused again, giving him a stare, eye to eye. "Oh yeah? And why the fuck should I even trust you anyway?"
He sighed, her smug grin dissipating for a bit, giving her a look that could actually be considered serious. "I think it would be a colossal waste of time if I came here just to mess with a kid in prison for adults, don't you think?"
She had to give it to him. She's seen a lot of shit in her years on the streets. She's seen people die more than once, and while she hasn't killed anyone yet, she knew quite well when to recognize the intent, and when to call out a bluff. And that look... Ozpin wasn't fucking with her. Not a tiny bit. "Alright then... So this parole. Tell me about it."
"You will be sent to Beacon Academy, and be trained to be a huntress, while being evaluated periodically, including a psychological treatment."
She looked at him, this time sighing herself. "So the power of love and shit like that eh?... You really think you can 'reform' me? To make me 'better'?" Her tone returned to her usual condescending self, but under it another feeling laid hidden. A cry for help. A need for someone.
"Only if you allow it." He concluded, waiting for her answer.
"Well, anything would be better than this shitfest..." She laughed a bit, weakly and wearily, head falling back, before letting it fall back to looking at the old man. "Name's Perci. Where do I sign in?"