[Center][I][B]Pascale Isadora Buckley[/I][/B]
—[I]♫♪ C'est La Vie ♫♪[/I]—[/Center]

Well, that didn't go quite as planned, but at least there was still a high chance he thought it was an actual drug. Pascale shrugged in response as she ventured off. She'd keep a close eye on him, or at least keep an ear to the ground just in case a few rumors spilled about a kid who injected dust directly into his veins. That'd be a funny story, though actually seeing it was much better than simply hearing about it. But, she doubted he was stupid enough to take drugs in the middle of a ceremony. She was mistaken before, but this guy got into Beacon, so he at least had some common sense. Plus, the clock was still ticking down and she really would appreciate not being late.

Toting around her luggage, Pascale sidestepped a few eccentric students conversing with one another, eyed a large holographic map along the way, and simply set up camp by the door. She wanted at least sight see around the auditorium before entering, finding good nooks and crannies along the building, maybe areas that'd be good for a picnic. A picnic? Eh, she wasn't really one for picnics, but Beacon was proud enough to display a beautiful campus, so why not smell the roses whilst she could. Who knew what the academy had to offer their first day, aside from an entrance ceremony. There was a surplus of students clamoring around the campus itself, a little too much. Maybe Beacon had a way of thinning out the crowd.

Pascale blinked. Maybe they intended to kill off a lot of their students

Shaking her head, she finally decide to enter the auditorium, reassuring herself that these people weren't that sadistic. These kids were intended to be future huntsmen and the rigorous schedules and exams in previous academies tended to root out those who weren't destined to protect the cities from creatures of Grimm. They got into Beacon through various trials by fire, proving time and time again that they were all more than worthy to placed on the prestigious school's roster. Pascale caught their eye well enough, so she was all set too, right?

Looking around, she caught sight of the junkie again, fiddling around with something near the entrance she was approaching. He was obviously up to no good, yet again, but Pascale did just let him mix a concoction that could actually kill him, so she hopped over, dodged, scooted past whatever he was messing with without a word. Pascale wasn't a hypocrite, after all, and she usually did mostly watch her own skin. Whatever Rygar was up to was of absolutely no concern of hers. Not at all. Even if it nearly killed someone in the process. Though...

Pascale shot a glance back at the large doorway, frowning slightly, but standing her ground regardless and venturing to where the ceremony would eventually be held.