Weiss marched out of the double doors, leaving her friends staring after her, bemused. She slowed her angry power walk slightly after she turned a left, onto a busier pathway. She silently strolled past multitudes of students, all of which ignored eachother, the exception being small tight knit groups that chattered while walking. The upset heiress looked down upon the people vaugely, too upset to fuel her usual level of distain. After glancing around and sighing, she reached into a pocket of her battle skirt, fetching earphones that she quickly connected to her scroll. The other end was set in her ears, and soon filled them with smooth violin concerto. As soon as she no longer had to listen to the chatter around her, and instead could experience the full feeling of a string orchestra through high class headphones, Wiess was able to take a deep breath and begin thinking. She really wasn't sure why she was angry with Ruby. Or Yang and Blake for that matter. People just became so upsetting after a while. Conversations began to form and take place in her head, the only way she was able to properly record her thoughts.
"I suppose I'm just bothered that Ruby isn't taking her training as seriously as the rest of us," she began, turning onto a main road.
"No, that's not it, and you know it. That kid takes her studies more seriously than anyone you know, you just refuse to acknowledge it. You're actually upset because you're lonely again, and it's your own damn fault. You're worried that Ruby might push you-" the answers came in a voice Weiss couldn't place, regardless of the fact it had occured in her own mind. She quickly shoved the thought of insanity away.
"I'm stopping you right there! I don't need anyone else to support me through this school. We all spend our lives alone, we might as well get used to it early." Wiess attempted to reason with herself.
"Stop lying to yourself, it's just counterproductive. You're worried that Ruby will-" she tried to stop her brain there again, but it marched forward. "Push you away and care less now that she has Penny in her life." It quickly occured to Weiss how horribly selfish of a thing to say that was. "But she won't. You know Ruby, she is one of the most compassionate people you will ever meet, and you know that's why she's the team leader. She will continue to involve you in her life, whether you want her to or not." Weiss sighed deeply, not enjoying having to admit defeat, even to herself. She straightened her posture slightly, and looked around. She had slowly progressed into the heart of downtown, not far from a favorite coffee shop of hers. Deciding it worth a visit, she began the short walk there. Her conscious, or whatever the voice was, was right. Ruby would continue to contribute to Weiss' life because of who she was as a person, and because they were friends. Friends. They were something Weiss had forever associated with gain, someone she was close to for political reasons. She had begun playing her father's games much too young. Thinking of people like her team, and of team JNPR as her friends was bewildering for her. She tried every day to be a better friend for them. As Weiss grew nearer to the cafe, she dismissed her thoughts and focused on the music her scroll provided, in an attempt to calm herself. Her worries disintegrated, being replaced by the shrill ties of violins, as a crescendo rose and fell, volume closely matched by the low cellos, which provided a backing to the music, encasing and enchanting it all with a solid walnut sound. As the tempo fell, she opened the door to the little shop, removing an earphone and joing the back of the line. She quickly removed the other one, realizing it was pointless to half-ass the effect this particular piece had upon her. Wiess began to watch the people around her, easing out of her pensive state, into her normal attitude. She listend to a sappy conversation occuring between a faunus and an older student and a table far in the corner in distain, while simultaneously mentally recording what an angry customer was raging about at table four. This is where her father's training really influenced Weiss, her ability to observe was one of her strongest traits. It made her rather paranoid, and it made venturing into public much more difficult, as she had to be on guard constantly, listening to everything, and everyone at once. It was difficult to connect with someone who you constantly suspected of some offense or another, which made for an even lonlier childhood for Weiss. It always boiled down to being lonely, courtesy of her fathers training. She shook her head clear, as she neared the front counter. She began to look up at the menu board, regardless that she already knew what to order. As the short haired girl infront of her finished her order, Weiss stepped forward.
"How may I help you?" Beamed a short, vaugely pudgy girl, with rosey cheeks, and hair pulled up in an elaborate bun. Weiss smiled a little, despite herself.
"Just a tall mocha please," she asked, handing the cute girl a bill. She spent her time waiting for her drink watching the faunus/student couple. They both seemed deeply interested in eachother, and were holding hands above the table. Suprisingly quickly, Weiss turned around and received her mocha, which had a heart drawn on the side. Smiling, she strolled across the little coffee shop, to the outdoor tables. Once seated, she placed her earphones back in, and sipped at the warm cup. Things were a little bit nicer, now that she had something hot to drink, and could sit down. She closed her eyes for a moment and breathed deeply. When she opened them, she glanced at the door, just to see a shock of blue hair, sprouting from a deep red coat.