Rowan Iderson, Practice

Rowan tapped on her scroll, opening a new message from Professor Ozpin- Sure enough, she had a new student. She tapped a few more times. "Welcome to Practice, Sepia Russet. Your excuse checks out, and I've emailed the ground rules to your scroll, alongside a video message from my aide. If you need any equipment like a rifle or have any questions, ask me." Her eyes went over Sepia's clothing and she frowned slightly in distaste. "Your clothing is completely unacceptable for what this class expects. You have ten minutes to retrieve running shoes, a suitable shirt, and pants. I suppose a 'combat skirt' can be dealt with, but Esther may not think the same–and she'll be handling a large amount of the more basic training. In case you do not have an acceptable outfit, I'm arranging for a set of secondhand combat clothes to be sent to your locker. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get the rest of the class on the obstacle course. The clock is ticking." 

Rowan tapped twice more on the Scroll, then compressed it and put it back in the holder at her hip. "As Esther said, we're running the course first and doing target practice after. No weapons or equipment are necessary for your first run, which you should be thankful for. They're heavy and restrict movement. The prescribed course is simple. Esther, care to explain it?"

Amaranth Desire, PE

Amy took off after Diamond. The other girl had always probably been faster than her, and normally the hawk Faunus would have been more than willing to let it slide. No reason to set the bar for herself high on the first day. But she and everyone on Team BAST were living on luck and borrowed time until they could prove that they could compete on the level of everyone else at Beacon. To that end... Amy pushed herself as hard as she could, practically sprinting on the last lap to pass Diamond and finish earlier than her–and hopefully everyone else, but there was no telling if someone in the class was some kind of fanatic athlete.

She turned to Diamond as she stopped at the end of the run, trying to cover how much exertion she had put herself through, though she couldn't mask that her chest was heaving.

"I would have to [i]interview[/i]? Now I'm the one who's hurt."