[Center][B][I]Pascale Isidora Buckley[/I][/B]
—[I]♫♪ La Baguette, La Baguette ♫♪[/i]—[/Center]

[i]Oh dios mio, the sweet caress of the suns rays upon her glorious hips as they sway with such melodic... melodic... melody.[/I]

"That's gross, shut up," bright, steely heels swung from their perch upon the railings, the faunus they were attached to scowling down the hall she'd ventured into, at the object of her conscience's sudden affection. A large window sat in front of her, safely shielding her from a lengthy fall. An odd look was thrown her way, as if her words were directed toward the nearest person. Pascale simply smiled and waved before turning her attention back to the view. Before her was displayed the entire city and the lovely looking and very symbolic tower of Beacon. If anything, her conscience should be totally consumed by the entire beauty of what lay below. The trip may have been boring, but at least the sights along the way didn't disappoint. Her inner monologue, slightly on the insane side, would hiss in a Hispanic tone; she had determined long ago that if she separated her intuition from herself, it'd provide more interesting scenarios for which she could amuse herself with. As long as Pascale knew when to draw the line.

Getting from where she lived prior to going to Beacon was a difficult task. She hadn't the opportunity most children had when they decided to become hunters or huntresses. Signal wasn't a choice for her as she hopped from family to family; her location and guardianship wasn't consistent enough for the school to allow access. Most importantly, her own multi-layered Cinderella story didn't allow access to a future until she was placed in the right family. From there, it was a little too late, but through the years she'd trained herself to the extremes when no one knew, to keep her at the apex of her own fitness and health. With the help of a recent guardian, she'd landed herself a Signal exam to enter into Beacon, under 'home schooled', if that even existed. It helped that her foster parent was a trained hunter. Going in, Pascale was at a great disadvantage, having not attended Signal and ultimately being a faunus, either of which was out of her control.

Maybe it was luck that pushed her through, or maybe she just underestimated herself. Not knowing anything about her opponent, though, she had successfully taken down the cocky student within a matter of seconds. That, in itself, landed her directly into Beacon, though she did apologize sincerely to the unconscious kid. Maybe it was the fact that he underestimated her and she couldn't blame him; she was a faunus, she hadn't attended Signal or any other school, and she was female. The latter part she was very, very glad to have proved wrong. Many great huntresses littered Remnant and Pascale wanted more than anything to be counted among them. Even if she counted herself lucky, which she no doubt was, but not for the purpose she had determined. Pascale was Beacon worthy, like many of the newcomer freshmen among her.

A smile graced her features, her drooped cat ears twitching jovially. Standing at the announcement, she proceeded to approach the storage room, hoping to get there just as the ship landed. She wanted to make sure she got to the opening ceremony early, or else she actually would end up late. No distractions, no—

"Oh, shiny," Pascale shook her head, "Nope, not happening."