[center][color=a0410d][h1]Russ[/h1][/color][/center]

Russ was used to taking quick power-naps, often in far less comfortable places than the padded seats of the airship. Nevertheless she was a light sleeper and it didn't take long for the occasional bumps in the path to wake her. Without a watch to tell the time she wasn't sure how long she'd slept, but it was enough to at least leave her feeling a bit revitalized. 

Standing up from her seat, Russ stretched her arms out wide, much to the aggravation of a flanking student. She offered a mumbled, half-assed apology and turned her attention to the rest of the inhabitants. There would be no use getting her hopes up if she saw a capable student, as it was unlikely she'd get them as teammates, but keeping her senses sharp never seemed like a bad idea. Not that hunters and huntresses were the most subtle of people. Elegant, flashy outfits and unique albeit cumbersome weapons did little to make one inconspicuous. As she looked over the other students and headed for the viewing area a few thoughts passed through her head, the most prevalent being along the lines of "overcompensation". The rest were the subtle little restraints that she knew she no longer [i]needed[/i] to enforce but nonetheless reminded herself of. Stealing from fellow students could and [i]would[/i] only lead to bad things, and no matter how full someone's wallet looked, so to speak, allies were allies and breaking the law on them was bad. Bad Russ.

The sight of a boy who looked about ready  to empty his stomach onto the floor made her walk a bit faster. If it was the motion, then the unfortunate student would just have to suffer the rest of the way, if it was the height...well then she supposed he would just have to suffer the rest of the way. Whoops. He didn't sound too pleased about his predicament either, and she hoped for his sake there were sick-bags around.

In the viewing area proper she saw that there were far less people, though the ones present certainly had the unique twist to them. One looked like a monster, and she didn't know a more polite way to put it. She figured he knew how he looked, and if he was comfortable enough to show it off then he'd probably heard his fair share of bullshit by this point. Besides, with that hulk of a flail he could handle himself. The little sculpture caught her attention though, and for the brief moment before she realized it was ice and not diamond, she had begun forming a plan to snatch it. Dammit, bad. 

Then there was the other faunus, and Russ couldn't really tell what she was. Old Snappy was some kind of shark faunus, but the girl just looked vaguely bestial. Maybe that had been for the best, Russ had always heard horror stories of faunus being treated horribly. With wide, nervous eyes like those, it didn't seem like a bad guess to think the girl had seen a hard time. 

Out of habit she gave an absent wave and then took a seat, being sure to give Jaws some space. "Guess this is the cool kids room," she said, turning her attention tot he window. It really was a nice view, it was a shame some people couldn't look at it without getting the urge to vomit. 

(Round 1)