[Center][I][B]Pascale Isadora Buckley[/I][/B]
—[I]♫♪ Fetchez La Vache! ♫♪[/I]—[/Center]

There was absolutely no rush to get anywhere at all, in fact, if given the choice, Pascale would have gladly made herself more comfortable where she sat. It was part nerves and part, well, no it was all nerves, what little of it there was. But, nerves were good; they kept people on their toes. It was her preparation as she breathed in a deep breath and released a quite sigh before venturing onto the airship with the other students. She was at a disadvantage and that was only her being a Faunus. There was always that nagging feeling in the back of her head that... maybe she didn't quite belong. It was just a matter of time before she got in over her head and maybe this was that blinding flash of realization that would hit her any moment now. If she couldn't take care of herself out there, where there was real danger, then there would be absolutely no hope for her. The Headmaster's speech the other night was running through her head on repeat, scolding her for everything wrong she had done in the years prior to applying to Beacon.

Finding herself by the window, her eyes traveled to one of the nearby students. Lady Sakanade, she had overheard countless times passing her and her posse, group, servants even, by. Pascale didn't quite feel the need to further tense herself with highfalutin conversation, which was what she assumed she'd get from just looking at her and from the small snippets she did her flow from her blue blood mouth. There'd be plenty of time to get acquainted, should she find herself in the same team. Another thing to worry about, not necessarily Miss Sakanade, just people in general. This was getting to be too much.

Only the serene view from her spot could tense the contorted muscles twisting her expression and tightening every muscle on her body. Nerves were great, needless worrying was not. That wasn't who Pascale was, anyway. She was the silent go getting observer, wanting nothing more to do with life than needless fun and wonderment and a sense of purpose that she could finally fulfill at Beacon. Succumbing to her own soothing thoughts, Pascale let her eyes close, let her body lean forwards slightly. After a moment of simple breathing, tuning out the voices in the background, she found herself staring outside, getting lost in the landscape and morning sky. There would always be a nagging feeling in the back of her mind, but she repressed it for now. One couldn't just get rid of fear in just a few seconds and now definitely wasn't the time to be releasing any unwanted feelings; that would either exhaust her or get her further out of focus.

It was her now, alone again, relying purely on herself to get things done. There'd be people later, but now wasn't the time to rely on others who simply weren't there.