[center][color=FFD700][h2]Razor WhiteFang - Beacon Courtyard- Monday Mid-day[/h2][/color] [/center]

Razor found a small garden away from the courtyard where he could collect his thoughts and calm himself down. T[i]hat was too close. I can’t get myself too comfortable around people[/i]. Razor thought as he took a deep breath and let all the scents of the flowers around him fill his senses. It took him a few seconds before he was able to return to the courtyard. When he did a few of the students were running to the auditorium. 

“We’re going to be late, all first year have to report to the auditorium,” one of the said as they raced towards their destination. [i]Guess that’s where I need to head too[/i]. Razor thought before he followed the students towards the auditorium. 

[center][color=FFD700][h2]Beacon auditorium- Monday Mid-day[/h2][/color] [/center]

When he arrived, he found a massive room filled with students and in the front was a large stage. Razor took a seat near the back just in case. His hands where shacking as he sat down and waited for the head master to speak to them. 

“Just stay calm, it will be ok. You shouldn’t have to worry anymore. This place will help you,” Razor mumbled to himself before the head master walked out onto the stage. Razor took one look at Ozpin and said, “White hair? He doesn’t look that old. Maybe it’s hair dye or something.”  [i]Either way I shouldn’t just assume anything. Father said there was a person here who could destroy, as well as rebuild anything they wanted. This guy could destroy me just by looking at me[/i] Razor thought. 

Razor listened to the short speech and his right eye brow rose up as he mumbled, “Well that was encouraging. Then again, I wonder how many hunters and huntresses he’s seen buried? That might be the reason for his attitude” [i]at least it was short and to the point[/i] Razor thought.  When Glynda took the stage, Razor mumbled again, “Guess he’s leaving the rest of the speech to his secretary.”  Razor sighed when he heard all the first year students would be sleeping in the ballroom.

[center][color=FFD700][h2]Beacon academy 1st floor hallway- Monday Mid-day[/h2][/color][/center]

“That’s not going to work,” Razor said before he saw that the meeting was over. He left the large room and decided to walk the halls of the academy. As he walked the halls he tried to come up with a plan. “Maybe I’ll be able to sneak out one of the windows and find a place to sleep outside. Then again if the ballroom is on the third or fourth floor I might have a problem.  However, sneaking around this place should be like sneaking around the forest.” [i]First things first: find the ballroom and scope out the room and what I’m working with[/i] Razor thought. He looked around and found no map of the school or even a professor to help.

“Great, looks like I’m on my own,” Razor said before he continued down the hallway.