[u][center][h3]Kuhaku Shiro[/h3][/center][/u]
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[i]Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep . . .[/i]
A steady tone echoed within the darkness.
Irritating and annoying with its incessant cadence.
[i]Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep . . .[/i]
Silver brows furrowed.
An aggitated grown.
[i]Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep . . .[/i]
Golden eyes snapped open in alarm.
With a sharp inhale and gasp, the boy shot upright into a sitting position.

Wide eyes staring at the scene in front of him as his blurred vision began to adjust to his surroundings. Sterile and bright whites. Baby blues. Shiny chromatic metals. An acrid chemical smell that made his stomach turn and gave him a headache, the odor ever present. The smells of chemical cleaning solutions and medications. It was without a doubt. He was back at his unofficial 'second home'. Beacon Academy's infirmary.

[i]"Lords, damn it. What did I do now?"[/i] the boy lamented.
With a displeased frown, the faunus boy scratched at his twitching ears as he looked to his left and right for evidence of his mechanisms of injury. Possibly a nurse or attendent to speak to, perhaps to fill him on his committed crimes and antics. As he did, he took stock of his body and current physical health. Holding his ever-bandaged hands in front of his face, he counted his 8 fingers and 2 thumbs.
[i]"Yup, still all here. For now."[/i]
He touched his silvery-white furred ears.
Both still there, with no nicks to speak of.
Wiggling his toes, he could feel he had all 11--
His heart rate immediately spiked and then dropped.
[i]"Err, no. I have 10 toes."[/i]
A miscount. Cut him some slack, he just woke up from who knows how long of a 'nap.'
Didn't help that his memory was fuzzy and hazy. As if someone stuck a hose connected to a fog machine to funnel in "confusion gas" into his skull.
Wriggling and fidgeting in his hospital bed, he appeared to be all fine.
He didn't [i]feel[/i] hurt...
So, why was he here?

Just his luck, a nurse poked his head in to check on him. Smiling when he saw that the tiger faunus was awake now. Brushing aside the privacy curtain, he stepped in with a clipboard. [b]"Ah, Mr. Kuhaku. I'm glad to see you're finally awake. How are you?"[/b] Shiro blinked a few times, his lips slightly parted as he tilted his head. Obviously lost as to why he was here. [b]"Uhh...I'm f-fine, I think. What....what did I do this time to end up here?"[/b] Shiro scratched at his ears. The nurse chuckled sensibly, [b]"Oh, it's nothing serious. The woman whose purse you recovered was thankful, though did you really have to use your Semblance? In any case, be grateful the media didn't cover your little wild chase and that you incurred no injuries when you fainted."[/b] Shiro cocked an eyebrow, one ear flattening the other standing straight erect as his confusion deepened. [b]"E-eh? Purse? What?"[/b] The nurse scrawled something on a piece of paper and tore it off his notepad, handing it to Shiro who took it between his bandaged fingers. [b]"Since you only collapsed due to your Semblance usage and are in 100% good shape otherwise, you're free to go. Doctor's already discharged you and checked you out. Ah, but after you get dressed and before you head to your next class, be sure to stop by the Headmaster's. Professor Ozpin wants to have a word with you."[/b] The nurse patted Shiro on the shoulder and turned, leaving before Shiro could have any of his questions answered.
[b]"A-ah! Hey, wait! How long have I been out? What woman's purse! Wh-..."[/b]
Shiro frowned as his words fell on deaf ears, clucking his tongue in dissatisfaction. 
[i]"Damn it."[/i] Shiro's eyes traveled to his bedside, where his clothes were neatly folded.

[center][b][u]Leaving the Headmaster's. . .[/u][/b][/center]

As the large doors shut behind him, Shiro had a rather gloomy look on his face. Team Swansong....[i]disbanded[/i]? Two of his teammates had to leave due to family emergencies? So that left Shiro....where, exactly? What did it mean for him? In any case, the faunus boy sighed. Flicking away beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, at least he wasn't going to get reprimanded for apparently using his Semblance in a public setting among civilians. Whatever he did, he did good. If only he could remember what it was [i]exactly[/i] he did. Ah, well. No harm, no foul. Right?

. . .Right?

Looking up at the ceiling, the thought hit him.
[b]"Ah! Oh, right. I should be heading to class now."[/b]
Rummaging through his pockets, he retreived his Scroll to check the time and his schedule. Surely, he had enough time to make it.
Shiro froze in place, body rigid as a statue.
The dark look on his face said otherwise.
[b]"AAAHHHH! I'M SO LATE! I'M LATEI'MLATEIMLATEIMLAAAAAATE!!!"[/b]
With a scream and in his usual fashion, Shiro dropped to his faster method (*read; destructive) of mobility and transportation which was his quadrupedal running form and tore through Beacon's hallways. Ripping and tearing through any unfortunate obstacle that happened to be within his hellacious warpath to Physical Education class. Lords save his classmates.

He was back.

[center][b][u]Incoming. . .[/u][/b][/center]

Panting heavily as he bounded, the end was in sight. He could see the double doors leading into Beacon's massive gym. A smile on his face as he saw his goal, the smile quickly faded as he realized that those doors were getting closer and closer much faster than anticipated. Oh wait, that wasn't the doors. It was him that was getting closer. He was moving too fast. He couldn't stop in time.

[i]"Uh-oh."[/i]
This was going to hurt.
Didn't he JUST leave the infirmary too?

With a loud [i]crash![/i] Shiro attempted in vain to hit the brakes and skidded along the floor, only to burst through the gym doors face first. He learned very quickly what happened to an accelerated object moving at high velocities when met with a relatively large and typically unmoving object. Pain. Pain was the answer to that equation. Math was never Shiro's strong suit. After the disruptive crash through the gym entrance, Shiro still had his brakes on and the sudden change in traction threw him off balance. 

[i]"W-woah! AH, SHI-!"[/i] Shiro mentally cried out.

Tumbling, rolling, and limbs flying every which way as he flailed uncontrollably, he slowly came to a stop. Something something inertia, something something momentum. Shiro wasn't good at physics either. Gravity was typically his enemy, as most things were in the natural world.

Laying on the ground in a somewhat twisted heap, Shiro panted heavily as his vision spun. You'd think that with the little braincells the poor boy had, he'd be more conservative with how many knocks he took to the head. Ah well, who needs that many braincells anyways? Shaking his head violently, Shiro stumbled and hopped up to his feet. A manic look on his face as he dripped with sweat and the class proper hadn't even quite started yet. Staring at his class mates and some shirtless man, he fought for a moment to regain his breath. Looking all the more awkward, and crazy, as he possibly could before his breath returned to him. Recovering, Shiro shot a hand up into the air.

[b]"I'M HERE!"[/b]
He declared, quite obviously as his voice echoed.
[b]"S-SORRY I'M LATE!"[/b]
No need to explain where he had been all this time, at the moment.
He'll talk to the teach afterwards.
Looking around, he slowly lowered his hand and cleared his throat.
Embarassment just now washing over his face as he seemed to shrink, slowly shuffling his way over to his fellow class mates.
Was that a limp he was walking with?
How troublesome.
[i]"I hope I don't get yelled at. Agh, what are we even doing today? I hope it's something easy."[/i] Shiro thought to himself.
If only he knew that it was a contact sport.
Football.
[i]Great.[/i]
His knowledge of nearly any conventional sport was typically fighting over some object, most cases a ball, and two teams fighting said object from one side of the field to the other and into some...[i]thing.[/i] Do the thing, get the points, pretty much. As athletic and physically fit as Shiro was, he never did well with sports because of confusing rules and regulations. In any situation where you asked Shiro to 'think' was typically a wash and moot point. If anyone knew him well, it was better to point and yell simple commands for him to follow. Like 'go blow that up!' or 'fetch!'.