Beep.
Beep.
With closed eyes and sluggish movements, Onyx blindly reached out towards the nightstand that his alarm sat on, aimlessly patting along the wooden surface. After what felt like centuries of endless beeping, the faunus forced his eyes opened and grabbed the alarm before flinging it against a nearby wall. With a quiet grumble of aggravation the teen rolled over in his bed, holding a pillow over his head as he attempted to hide himself from the rising sun and go back to sleep. Laying still for several minutes, he stared at nothing, his head still covered by the pillow as he sniffed at the air, a familiar scent filling his nostrils.
With a sigh, he tossed the pillow across the room and slid out of bed. Rubbing his face, he stumbled around his room and lazily grabbed and put on whatever clothes he could find. Luckily for him, all of his clothes were identical. Why? Because.
Staggering out of his room in the compact apartment, he made his way into the kitchen where he was met with the sight of Aracel brandishing a fire extinguisher against the villain known as a bowl of cereal. Sitting down at the table, he propped his head up on his palm, letting his elbow rest on the surface before mumbling.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up, kid. It's not my cereal is fucking bullshit. No, I pour the cereal in the bowl, then I put the milk and then bam! Everything is on fire." She said in exhaustion, setting the fire extinguisher on the table. Making her way over to the refrigerator, she let out a soft yawn. "So, first day. You excited? Oh, I'm sure you'll be fine. Trust me, Beacon is like… The safest place in all of Vale. So long as you don't fuck up and die during Initiation, you'll be fine. So long as you don't break any bones when you land you'll be Okay. Huh? Oh, I thought I told you about this. You get flung off the side of a cliff." She said offhandedly while grabbing a few plates of leftovers and Onyx's eyes widened as he mumbled nervously.
"Trust me, you'll be fine. Just don't die. Well, y'see, remember the papers that were sent you had to sign? In the fine print, you kind of agreed that Beacon can't be blamed if you die, get maimed or disabled. Hey, hey, don't take that attitude with me. I told you to read the fine print but no, you said I could just sign everything for you. That's what you get for being lazy." She laughed, grabbing the food from the microwave before sliding one of the plates to the now-too-nervous-to-actually-eat faunus. "Anyway, when I was a young fuckwit, only like…. 4 people died during Initiation, so I'm sure you'll be fine. Trust me, it's not that hard. So long as you don't fuck up the landing, you'll be a-okay." She reassured him with a smile and he stared at her blankly, a tired sigh escaping him before he promptly buried his face in his food, attempting to just go back to sleep.
"I'll give you 5 minutes, then get your bags cause you gotta be there in like… 30 minutes."
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Grunting when his face slammed against the dashboard of the car, the faunus rubbed his face and mumbled out several complaints. If only Aracel knew how to drive… Maybe he wouldn't have such terrible heart problems. Being shoved out of the vehicle, he let out a 'oof' when he hit the ground and slowly forced himself up before being knocked back to the ground when Aracel tossed his bags at him carelessly.
"Alright kid! Good luck and don't die!" She shouted before slamming on the gas before the car sped off and the faunus laid on the ground, staring at the sky blankly.
'Why am I doing this again? I really don't want to die. Totally not cool. Eugh…' Pushing himself off the ground, he picked up his suitcase and dufflebag, blinking when he took in the sight of Beacon Academy and all its glory. Several new arrivals walked past him to start their new lives of fame and glory, a noticeable confidence and bravado in their mannerisms and general attitudes, yet all Onyx could feel was his stomach begin to twist. 'Right… To become a Huntsman. Like Aracel…' He reminded himself as he forced himself to walk, each footstep feeling heavier than the last. Looking around, he could already see teams and friendships beginning to form and he felt himself growing more and more nervous. He'd have to find a team… join a team… talk to people… make friends…
'I think I've made a grave mistake.'