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

When the airship landed, Russ wasted no time in squeezing through the crowd to get out before a stampede started. Her luggage was merely a satchel slung over her shoulder, which more or less just contained toiletries and a basic book on reading. Nothing in it was incredibly important, but she held it close to herself nonetheless as she stepped away from the airship and the students around it.

[color=a0410d]"Well, shit,"[/color] she mumbled, looking up at the massive school. Russ wasn't sure what she'd expected, but her bar was set [i]way[/i] too low, she'd never seen anything so big and elegant. The cliff placement put her off a bit, but hey at least if the whole thing went tumbling down they'd get a nice view before they died.

Russ followed along as students slowly began to move on, not wanting to get lost on the first day. She kept her eyes open for familiar faces, but really she was looking for tiger ears to avoid. Entertaining as that little trip had been, Russ was in no hurry cross wits with anyone else. Making enemies was just as easy as making friends, if not easier, and if she wanted any kind of smooth ride at Beacon she'd have to be on her best behavior. Most of the time anyway, Russ would be damned if she was gonna go prim-and-proper every second of every day.