[center][b][u]Prue Nella[/u][/b][/center]

Sitting on the ground a comfortable distance from the mass of students, Prue tugged each index finger away from the fingertrap causing the contraption to tighten it's bind on her little digits. The struggle could be seen distinctively on her face, tightening lips and squinting eyes focused and seeming lost in the simple toy's entrapment. [i]"Why, oh why, did someone create such a devious device?[/i]" The young Prue thought to herself, and after a long struggle of twisting and tugging the girl dipped her head acceptance and defeat. With her attention off one situation, it quickly bolted to another, she was packed on this airship with many others; people she's never met before, large people, small people, scary people, nice looking people, the diversity of the bunch was as exciting to the girl as it was frightening. Prue made no effort to leave that safe and cozy isolated territory she had made for herself, the strange vibe of uninviting-ness that the girl gave off further reinforced this barrier as she would give frightened and uncomfortable looks at any eyes that drifted towards her. 

[b]Jingle jingle~[/b]

"[i]Pledge, shut the hell up.[/i]" Prue growled to the knife sheath adorned at her side, smacking the hardened fabric which held the source of the metallic noise. Pouting and huffing to seemingly herself, she flipped a few dark strands away from her eyes before crossing her arms at her chest and leaning against the wall at her back. Her gaze finally averted from from the crowd, turning to look at the side which she just thwacked and unclipping the container to pull out the a butterfly knife. Flipping the blade open and sighing, Prue's back slid down until she reached a comfortable sitting position. She sat the small weapon on her lap, pulling the strap that held the sheath to her side over her shoulder and off her person, holding the sheathe in her right hand and the blade in her left she began using the under of the sheathe which seemed to be made of a harder material to sharpen her knife. As strange the sight may have been, the girl seemed to enjoy this routine. Pledge afterall loved being sharpened, to him, it may as well have been a nice back massage.. Or something like that.

After some time, a fellow passenger had the audacity to blurt the words [b]"Might jist start killin' 'ere. Git a warm up."[/b] which didn't sit too well with little Prue. Not that she planned on retaliating towards the frightening person, so in return she returned the sheathe around her neck and shoulder placing it back at her side, and after she finished sharpening Pledge she simply blew the white residue off the blade sliding it back into it's case. Though watching the passenger carefully, she remained silent and in her safe spot. It was a good distance, but he was scary-looking, tall, and a faunus, enough for her to keep her guard up.