My Lucky Rabbit

So, you've managed to get into Beacon along with your bros.

For the first few days it's been rather quaint. You got to meet all sorts of hunters and huntresses. Such as team RWBY/JNPR. They all seem alright people. You've seen them in action and they show great promise.

You're currently standing in the cafeteria and looking for your comrades, to enjoy lunch.

"Hey! Over here," shouts your teammate Sinclair, while waving his arm to you like a goof ball.

'Seriously dude? It's easy to spot you a mile away with that spiky hair of yours,' you thought as you made your way to the table: squeezing by people who chose to stand in the space between the tables.

"What took you?" asks your friend, Vincent as he hangs his white coat on his shoulders: almost resembling a cape.

"The lines always take forever," you explain as you take a seat next to your final comrade, Skyler. He was texting to someone.

As you eat your sandwich, the others begin talking about meet ups for training and hanging out.

"So, how's Wednesday sound for chilling?" Sinclair asks as he turns his head for responses from me and the others.

You and Vincent didn't mind the idea, both agreed.

"What about training?" asks the white haired friend who sits next to you.

Skyler's only objective in this team was keeping both our offence and defence at all times. You all wanted to be stronger as well but with Skyler he always went above and beyond.

"Yeah yeah we'll train too," adds the light yellow spiky haired comrade. He rolls his eyes while rotating his right wrist.

"What time we all meeting at?" you ask casually while swinging on your chair.

"We'll see how classes go first, then decide," Vincent suggests while he crosses his arms and hangs his head to then have a small nap.

Your group has decent members in it. Skyler is the more agile front line attacker with his silver gauntlets with matching/combination of greaves and sabatons. Sinclair is long ranged support with his bumblebee striped pistols. Vincent is the defender and back up striker with his army green dual wielding blades/shields. You on provide strong defence and equally strong offence in the front lines as well: with your lance and shield.

While you finish up your food, Sinclair leans close to you, "Hey, look it's her again," he alerts you in a childish tone as he point over at your right.

Like a bullet, your head turns to see who your friend was implying. The girl you have a small interest in. Velvet Scarlatina. Her long brown hair swaying back and forth and with her cute rabbit ears slightly flapping with each step she took.

Now you haven't really spoken to her in a conversation. But whenever the two of you bump into each other by accident, or when you both go for the same thing you always spout the two words 'Oh sorry' and went along your merry way. The most you hear from her are short gasps or 'Sorry there.'

She's currently looking for a place to sit and looking rather afraid for some reason.

"How bout you offer her a seat on your lap? Eh?" jokingly suggests Sinclair with his typical stupid grin.

Your face turn a little red as you then lunge a small back hand slap to him. "Knock it off," you said in a slightly irritated tone of voice.

"I'm just saying: you always notice her, so why don't you talk to her?" wonders the friend with ocean coloured eyes.