Holy shit! Sorry for taking forever! I had life to deal with, not only that. I had rewritten this chapter four damn times (all wildly different) and I still don't feel comfortable with it. It just seems... Off. But nonetheless hopefully you can get down with the bit of dirty humor. (I actually feel like I shouldn't of included it a little bit) But I have problems with planning how the story goes. Seriously. I make an outline but I don't know how to effectively make it work as I may follow it for two to three steps, then I completely abandon it. Hopefully this chapter strikes your fancy slightly

It was disgustingly musty inside the hotel room, a fowl, yellowing floral wallpaper lined the walls and an ancient blue carpet covers the floor as the horrid smell of "Old-Hotel" reeks havoc on her nose. It was disgusting, and what didn't help was that, there he was, sitting on a bedside chair beside her - that same man who took her in the day before.

"We haven't spoke much…" The Drifter paused for some kind of response. When met with none, he continued, "I know it's hard for you, but seriously, you act as if I'm keeping you prisoner!" She still didn't respond. He couldn't think of what to do! Ideas splashed through his mind: Buy her gifts, take her to a nice dinner - that wouldn't work with the awkward conversation beforehand.

Want me to take you to dinner?

Are you coming onto me?

No?

That idea was tossed around, in the meantime he decided not to waste any more energy cells on his visor and actually shut off that red glow for once. With a click, the red hue of the visor slowly faded into a transparent screen revealing the Drifter's dull blue eyes and the bridge of his nose.

Blake noticed the fade of that predatory glow, and lifted her eyes from the book. There he was, still looking at her, but the light was gone. She was greeted with a sight that actually resembled him to be man, not some kind of machine who looked like a man, but an actual being underneath that helmet. Closing the book, she kept looking at those two orbs sequestered away by the visor. She didn't know what to say, but for once. She didn't feel completely on edge about him. A genuine smile shone across Blake's face as she continued to watch him to stand up and carry himself to the nearest chair to recline.

The Drifter had an epiphany. What if she doesn't trust me for who I am? It certainly made sense at least. She was essentially part of some terrorist group who relied on trust to function. So what if he made a fake personality of himself, she wouldn't know too much besides the vagueness of his background, but the fake name that he made. What should it be? He pondered the question for awhile Vagus? That's latin for wanderer right? Nah… Too Legion-y. He paused for a few seconds as Blake went back to her book with a weak, but noticeable smile. He was a military leader essentially back in Vegas, he was damn good at his job too… But who helped break through Bastogne again? Patton… The name was… Nice… But is it him trying to be 'cool'? He is still very young - and impressionable a little bit.

With a sigh, the Drifter retired his title just for Blake only to be called, "Patton…" The Drifter spoke aloud.

With a confused look on her face, Blake twisted her head towards the Drifter, head cocked, "Excuse me?"

"Patton. That's my name." The Drif- Patton merely shrugged at the telling of his new alias.

Blake only nodded, but Patton could tell… Blake appreciated it

"Also Blake, I'm gonna go out and look around town alright? Learn some stuff while out and about"

Without even turning from her book she replied, "Be safe." in a slight deadpan tone. With a shut of the door he was gone.

Walking through the streets of Vale and distinguishable among the crowd was a certain blonde bombshell, she was sleek, her hair radiated like the sun, she had attitude and she was…

Stuck doing her sister's bidding…

"Yang~!" Ruby puffed her cheeks and pouted at her entrapped sister who was hating her life every second, "You act like you don't wanna go!"

Yang groaned and almost recited like a script she was forced to adopt, "Yes Ruby, I love going with you to every gun show to sit there and watch you fawn over guns. For hours."

Ruby instantly deflated and reverted back to her same smile, "Thanks Yang! I knew you liked them too!" Ruby knew she was keeping her sister from that disgusting club. Dad even specifically told her to keep her within arm reach. Mission accomplished she mentally snickered as she kept Yang away from that horrible place.

"Dear God… I have too much to learn." Patton rested his head on the palms of his hands. He's needing to learn about history, culture, and basic understanding of this world's politics… But then again… He could use the story he told to Blake as an excuse for some inconsistencies - but now, he's swamped with learning about the Grimm. Sadly enough they're all for these so called "Huntsmen" as they don't go into the real biology of Grimm. Things such as birthing, breeding periods, even the basic makeup such as, what their bones are made of are simply gone!

Closing one book upon many that seemed to be a near Copy-and-Paste status. He grabbed the next book, the title read "Aura and You" The font was big and bolded but to Patton - this sounded like some Buddhist ideals, he's not into studying religion so far right now. This Aura stuff he can read about when he gets bored.

Placing the book into the designated, "I ain't readin' this shit" corner he leaves it to abandon as he picks out five books with varying opinions on the Faunus Civil Rights movement. Before even turning the cover, a girl - who was actually fucking hot - sat across from him. She was Blonde, big-titted, wore shorts that were shorter than Daisy Dukes with some weird half skirt that he was sure was meant to cover her ass so people wouldn't stare. Problem was that she looked exasperated, and absolutely tired of bullshit. Sighing she face planted her face into a table and simply tried to get some shut-eye.

Taking it upon himself to do what's right - he left her the fuck alone and continued reading.

Three books later, she finally rose her head up looking and glanced around the room before settling her eyes on Patton. She gave a meek wave with what she thought was luck when he saw the small gesture.

"Hey there." Yang whispered to keep the wrath of the librarian away from her, as she waited for some response before she received none, and decided to give up and lay her head back down Or just don't answer, that's okay… Yang thought to herself

Patton just watched her face contort to a minor scowl before laying her head back down, "Rough day I suppose?" He answered back, mask still glued to the book

Holy crap! He answered back, she actually wasn't expecting it to happen - but any kind of conversation would do for her as she stuttered on her first words, she quickly cleared her throat and began again, " Y-yeah… Sister and all you know? You just gotta love your siblings… Even when they drag you around for hours on end."

"Yeah, I'm an only child."

The conversation was awkward after that… Still Yang Xiao-Long will try her hardest to at least talk to this boy.. Erm… Man! Thing?

" Trust me, sisters are the worst! But at other times they're the sweetest things you can ever have in your life… And you'd do anything to protect them." Yang paused for a response.

"Mhm, family. So you have a sister dragging you around? I thought girls liked shopping?"

"Bah! I wish she dragged me to shop a little bit. All she does is go, 'Guns this! Guns that! Oooh Yang~! Look at this gun' Get what I mean with those people?" Yang provided a mock voice of her said sister as she gestured wildly.

Raising a brow at the girl's antics, Patton didn't actually mind the conversation - he needed the break - but the problem was the girl was a tad loud, "So you're saying that you just abandoned her somewhere and just came here? Man, what mistakes will you make in the future huh?" Patton had a small smirk under that mask - he did like to stir trouble sometimes but it did help with making people say things that they weren't willing to say before.

Yang reared back mouth slightly agape as she processed what he said before countering, "Oh I dunno… A Kick-butt huntress with her awesome team as she joins on awesome fights against evil!" Yang looked mighty cocky for what she said, even doing the whole checking the nails routine with a smirk on her face.

"Oh really…" Patton added as he closed the book seemingly forgetting to put in a bookmark Son of a bitch. Patton leaned in on the table and supported his chin with his hand, "So, tell me. How'd you get into Beacon?"

Yang nearly propped up completely, "You got to have to take an entrance exam and submit it to Beacon for review, that's not counting any past experience that you need to list below on a lot of lines."

"So, is admission still open or...?"

"It recently closed, that's unless you do something eye-catching or flashy that they actually take notice."

Both parties promptly shut up as Patton went back to his book before actually getting tired of reading and placed every book back onto a cart to return

Finding his way back wasn't hard. No, no no… The hard part was literally pushing through and ignoring some people who wanted to "interview" him. Something about that whole train incident with Adam, it was fucking annoying, so he let Blake handle it - and her hating him for pushing that onto her - every interview usually was her stating how they both were training to join Beacon, but they sadly failed to get their forms in time. Some shit like that, it was just a goody-two-shoes story that he now despised if it gave him this attention.

Just a few more steps to paradise… His bed…

The door creaked open and he was greeted with a sight that frankly, he was glad to see. Blake was wearing her weird tiny bathrobe-thingy again. She looked hot with it.

"Sup…" Patton waved lazily as Blake responded back

"Welcome back Patton," There was a small pause before replying in her usual mellow tone, "You've been out for two hours."

Unsure at exactly how to feel, Am I being scolded? Chided? Or is she just letting me know? Patton decided it was the first option, "Mom? Are you disappointed?" he asked with mock childness.

Pointing her finger, and acting slightly authoritarian, Blake puffed up her chest and made herself sound older than she was, "Yes mister, now go back to your room."

Throwing his hands in the air, "Gah Mom, always being a party-pooper!" Both of them had a slight chuckle before Patton belly-flopped onto the bed, a loud crack echoed throughout the room as Blake and Patton looked at each other and unilaterally stated at the same time

"We never tell the staff about that."

Twisting over to lay on his back, Patton glanced at Blake's book, "Whatcha readin'?"

"A book about a man with two souls." She answered back without even looking up

Twiddling his thumbs and staring up at the cracked ceiling, Patton was bored. In fact he was too bored. TV only had shit reality shows, or cartoons that were also pretty shit. Flipping to the news channel didn't do much to help. More about dust robberies and direct attacks, in fact there was mention about Blake and him coming up before they cut to the commercial break, Blake was slightly interested but paid more attention to her book instead.

After Patton completely gave his rapt attention to the commercials to hear what else the news agencies have conjured about him and Blake, instead, they were treated to something else.

"Beacon academy so far is wishing for these two aspiring heroes to step-up so they can formally be an addition to the school." The lavender haired anchor said with false enthusiasm as they quickly moved to the next section of news.

"Holy shit…" Patton turned to Blake whose jaw also dropped like a brick, "We got shit to discuss now." There was a pause before Patton dragged a small chair for both him a Blake to the cheap hotel table.

Blake and Patton sat across each other at the small cheap hotel table. Blake had her fingers clasped together as she was wracking her mind on this decision.

"Blake," Patton tapped on the table to garner her attention from the thousand yard stare, "Why're you being so stiff about this? We can just ignore it. It's not like they're actively searching for us. We still have a few weeks till Beacon opens anyway. "

Blake didn't know what to pick, actually, could she pick? She was essentially his travel partner, and joining him to go to school would make him a classmate, while costs and living expenses were covered by the school, she didn't feel comfortable in an academic environment, but then again. Patton would be there. The only person nearby that knows her secret, and so far the only person she can trust. But could she trust her companion's judgement? He did say that he had to rough it out alone ever since he was twelve after he got separated…

Patton attempted to leave his seat before Blake snatched his hand to keep him in place.

"Fucking Hell Blake! Just make up your mind for Christ's sakes!" Patton tugged at his arm slightly

There was a scowl on Blake's face before she quickly went back to her thought filled state-of-mind. Patton was more worried about the girl wearing the weird bathrobe-y thingy giving his wrist a fuckin' death grip!

"We should accept…" Blake said with a slight nod, completely releasing Patton's wrist from that horrid grabby nightmare

"No shit Blake, It's not like I said 'Let's go to the fucking school'" Patton threw his arms in the air

"You didn't actually. You were wanting me to rush an important decision"

"Fuck you." Patton crossed his arms, harrumphed and looked the other way, "I'm right either way." Blake only could chuckle and giggle. She knew he was being rash about it, but this was just him messing around… Being a child… A fully grown child….

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Patton stirred awake in the cold hotel room as the AC-unit still blared in cold air, even when it is 40 degrees fahrenheit. Blake laid curled under the thick blankets of the bedding, but still shivered from the cold. Pulling a spare blanket from a cabinet across the room, Patton gingerly laid the extra blanket over the resting girl.

Taking a step back he left the hotel to find Beacon.

The cool night air felt refreshing, even though it's summer - from what he knew - the nights still got cold, but Patton loved cold, and with the extra layers of duster and armor he's wearing, it was a welcoming feeling.

The streets on the other hand were completely dead, besides the average misfit walking along, there was almost nobody. It left an eerie feeling of loneliness, something Patton was far too used to feeling and even embraced it. Walking through the almost European style structures, the Drifter encountered the same library left vacant and closed until the coming morning.

This place is a bitch to find. Patton sighed explosively. The school was hard to find, he didn't know exactly where either, but from pictures he's seen of it. It's supposed to be some giant as fuck castle - where was the castle? Who knows, it's like they make it invisible or something so people don't rob it at night.

The night sky eventually grew brighter as the sun decided to peek above the horizon and greet the land with a basking glow and the residents of the city finally stirred awake and headed out into the streets - albeit they shuffled like zombies.

But somehow that school eluded Patton! Where the Hell was it!? He checked deep within the city, but no luck. The coast was most likely where it might be.

He prowled the streets combing for the school, luckily for him he saw an enormous turret appear over head. A castle of outright grand size was spotted in the horizon. Situated from what seemed near a cliff, Patton noticed it Bingo. A smile grew upon his face as he instantly turned heel back to the hotel.

Nearly knocking the door off it's hinges, Patton saw Blake was more than wide awake in her usual pajamas. In fact, she was red faced while she clutched a book with the title, "Ninja's of Love" in one hand and her right hand was at her crotch. Wait… Crotch? Crotch!

Quickly shutting the door Patton yelled, "Blake!" In all his life, he never caught any of his friends diddling themselves. With a small sigh he added, "Fuckin'- just- Blake… I get… What do I even say?" Actually what could Patton say? Don't be a pussy-pincher. No that wouldn't work… With a pause of him trying to piece words together and Blake looking like she was going to die of embarrassment, he strung together words that hopefully made sense, "Blake. The mess, you'll make. A-and the- the uh… Fuck it. Blake think of this. If you walked in on me jerkin' off. Wouldn't you be caught by surprised?"

Blake could only nod her head as she kept looking at any other direction that didn't have Patton in view. Not only that, he interrupted an important "plot" point.

Accepting that small nod as an answer Patton took gingerly lay on the bed remembering the giant crack that happened after throwing himself like a bag of potatoes on the bed not even able to look at her without some kind of fantasizing Fuck you hormones. He laid there completely forgetting to tell Blake that he found the giant castle.

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Okay guys, question. should I still do the whole giant line cutting through the page, or should I do this little /-/ thing. I like it as I've seen others use it. It's small and it's unobtrusive.

Secondly, if you peeps know how I should outline each chapter and the plot tell me. I veer off way to quickly and that's where my story falls short. For example, chapter six, It was supposed to still take place in Patch and the Drifter finds Summer's grave. But then I made a realization that the Drifter still had like, 2 months of doing diddly shit. the in between times you guys don't see is the Drifter going back to Earth and shit. But for me to reiterate, if you guys have any advice. I am begging for it. This chapter was Hell to write. (This chapter was originally gonna take place in Atlas, after 2-3 pages I said fuck it and started again. All-in-all, I wanna learn how to effectively outline the plot and follow it.