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Chapter 2

Nine days went by, Yang had annoyingly won that bet again, and I didn't even get as much of a glimpse of Jaune. But finally, in a game of dodgerock, he started a conversation.

"Hey, the name's Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue, ladies love it." he said this with such a dead tone, I'm pretty sure the Atlesian phone ladies have more emotion than he does.

"I heard you're a girl who's able to locate certain things from time to time." At least Jaune got straight to the point, not wasting time being social, I'm totally chill with that.

"Yeah, I know how to get things, what's it to you?" I replied, making a pose and pulling off a kool look to put as much intimidation into him as much as possible, like I do for all my first-time peeps.

"How do you do it?" he asked. Well that didn't work.

"You tell me your secret, and I'll tell you mine." I said with a smile.

He rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I'm wondering if you can get me a dust pick."

"A pick? Why do you want it?" I was pressing for information; this guy could kill someone with a something like that. I don't want to accidentally cause any more deaths, already caused too many in that incident.

He raised his eyebrows in shock. "Do you frequently make intents a part of your business?" he asked indecorously.

"Only for things that can kill people, I don't want to kill anyone again, whether intentional or unintentional. If you asked for a cup of booze or the latest Spruce Willis movie, I'd just tell you the cost and that'd be it. No troubles there."

"I see, well the dust pick I want is shaped like a tiny pickaxe, about 6 or 7 inches long, and it's commonly used by miners at the end of a mining excursion. It's used to get the dust crystals out of rocks. I had a hobby a while back where I'd take rocks and make fine design patterns, sculptures, and shapes with them, it was a fun hobby and I found it relaxing, especially on that day when-" he kept droning on and on, my eyelids were starting to feel heavy and my head was starting to droop before I was suddenly jolted awake from a rock clocking me in the head.

"Are you okay?" he asked, offering his hand to pull me up.

"Yeah, only my pride got damaged." I replied with a cheeky grin, taking his hand and pulling myself back up.

"So can you get it?"

"It'll be as easy as firing a high-caliber sniper scythe! You'll just have to pay me when it gets here." I excitedly replied, memories of Crescent Rose flooding my head.

"Uh-"

"It'll be as easy as firing a gun." I dumbed it down for him.

"Oh… I never learned how to fire a gun." He admitted, rubbing his hand on the back of his head awkwardly.

"WHAT?! Oh my Oum I need tell you everything, so first before everything you have the bullet itself which if you're dealing with a .38 you need to have a-"

And there I went, completely oblivious to the rest of the world around me as I explained the mechanics of a gun to a guy I just met.

PoV: Blake

I was the only one to notice and care about Yang's normally lilac eyes going red, and glancing to where Yang was furiously glaring at, I immediately knew what was going to happen.

That poor blonde fellow was talking to Yang's sister.

"That… Bastard…" If Yang's aura wasn't compromised from the drugs in the gray goo we were eating, she would've ignited a long time ago.

"Yang, I know what you're thinking, and I know what you're going to do, but I beg of you, DON'T do it. The month you were in Isolation was pretty terrible for me."

"I- I don't- care. I don't care, that lady-killing fucker is talking to Ruby." Yang replied, obviously trying to calmly choice her words while seething in anger.

"We've all killed someone. Why does he make a difference? Plus, someone needs to talk to your sister to encourage business."

Yang gave a deep sigh as her eyes went back from red to lilac and went into that stupid glassy-eye look that usually only happens during our private-time, "P-money was more than a friend to me Blake. I met and fought her in her sixth tournament and lost to her epically, it was awesome. Then she got really lusty for me after that for reasons I don't even know, and it was thanks to that one-night stand with her that I discovered I was bi and that she a fetish to those weaker than her."

"That sounds narcissistic." I replied, though this definitely explained her attraction to the Arc, considering he doesn't look that strong in the slightest.

"It was, but we still remained friends after that, even though we had no sexual touchy-feeliness again. Really pisses me off though that Lady Killer just ended her like that, P-money deserved better." Yang said, clearly starting to get irritated again.

The odd silence left after was interrupted by a yelp as Ruby was knocked down by a rock. It all seemed to go in slow motion. Yang's eyes went from lilac to blood red in the literal blink of an eye as she scooped up a rock from the ground and chucked it at breakneck speeds towards the blonde's head.

"YOU'RE DEAD ARC!" Yang roared as the rock left her grip, I could only stand by as it covered the distance in a matter of seconds.

PoV: Ruby

"And finally the hammer strikes, igniting the cap and the gunpowder, creating a chain reaction which sends the bullet out!" I exclaimed like a schoolgirl high on sugar.

"…" I could practically see the smoke pouring out of Jaune's head as he attempted to understand what I was rambling about.

"And that's just for handguns, for sniper rifles, you have a-yelp!" I yelled out as another, much larger rock knocked me to the ground.

"YOU'RE DEAD ARC!" I heard Yang roar out.

"Wait Yang no it's not his fault..." I blearily tried to call out to Yang to no avail.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, and to the shock of everyone in the area around us, Jaune turned around and managed to snatch the rock hurtling towards his head right out of mid-air.

"How long'll it take for it to get here?" he asked while pulling me back up.

"Between two and five days…" I said with wide-eyes, suddenly starting to realize he inattentively waltzed into a game of dodgerock and didn't even get hit once. Lucky guy, I get hit even when I'm trying to dodge.

"Don't worry. I'll pay you back, Arc's word." he said as he walked off, leaving me, Blake, and Yang dumbfounded at what just happened.

"Did he just step into the midst of a dodgerock game and not get hit once?" Blake asked with great wonder, while Yang stupidly had her mouth open like a fish out of water. I could only nod in response.

Jaune's a puzzle, I haven't seen anyone like him before during my stay here. I guess Cardin's never seen someone like him before either, because he took an immediate liking to the resident Master-race members.

I was busy texting Weiss for a dust pick when I overheard that Cardin had apparently tried to pounce on Jaune in the men's showers. Jaune was said to be coated in lotion and shampoo though, so every time Cardin tried to grab him, he'd just slip out of his grip. He won't be so lucky next time though. As much as I hate to admit it, Cardin's not as dumb as he looks. If Cardin were dumb, he'd keep going for the girl inmates, and if one female gets hurt in here, all of the females will be coming to put the hurt on them. To get around this, Cardin instead resorted to relieving his frustrations on the Newbies, which completely went against the official Säbel-doctrine made by Ozpin.

Going back to my conversation with Weiss, she's asking about the new prisoners.

RlyRlyKoolKid: weiss bestie u there?

Schneeengle: Oh hey Ruby, been a while since you texted.

RlyRlyKoolKid: yea srry about that, yang keeps threatening everyone that talks to me

Schneeengle: Well it looks like someone managed to talk to you, what do they need?

RlyRlyKoolKid: y do you think someone wants something? I could be talking to you from the goodness of my 3

Schneeengle: It's been 6 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days since you last texted, if it was out of the "goodness of your less-than-three" I'd have gotten a message a long time ago. -_-

RlyRlyKoolKid: ah u got me. a newbie wants a dust pick. can u get one for him?

Schneeengle: A Dust pick? Why does he want that? Also how are those Newbies? I heard from Klein you got a new shipment 9 days ago.

RlyRlyKoolKid: same old, they're getting violated in the showers by the birds

Schneeengle: …I'm sorry I asked. What are the specifications of the dust pick? There are hundreds of variants ranging from the ones used to break open giant boulders to small ones used to engrave the Schnee emblem on crystals.

RlyRlyKoolKid: he said he wanted one that was 6-7 inches

Schneeengle: That's reasonable. I'll send it in a day or two. Klein will be driving the truck.

RlyRlyKoolKid: thx weiss, ur the bestest friend ever

Schneeengle: No problem Ruby, just text more please. As nice as Klein and Ironwood are, I can't stand to talk to only them for much longer.

RlyRlyKoolKid: dont worry weiss, ill talk more

PoV: Weiss

I sighed as I finished my conversation with Ruby, it was the first time in months I've talked to someone other than Klein and Ironwood. But finally, after a long hiatus of uninteresting circumstances, I had some rebelling to do.

"Klein." I said, catching the attention of the family butler and second of my three friends. "I need a favor."

"What is it Miss Schnee?" The short butler asked.

"Ruby needs the C3 Dust pick, do you think you can get it for her?"

"Of course, who's it for?"

"Thank you Klein. It's for a newcomer."

I sat back down on my bed, before recalling a detrimental detail about the newest batch of prisoners, and just who was in the line.

SchneeAngel: Ruby, did you happen to see a Newbie with blonde hair and blue eyes?

RlyRlyKoolKid: yeah why do you ask?

SchneeAngel: He's very dangerous, according to ABC News, he killed Pyrrha Nikos, the 7-time-Mistral champion and my shitty brother. Whatever you do, DO NOT INTERACT WITH HIM!

RlyRlyKoolKid: k

SchneeAngel: I'm serious, he's nothing but bad news.

RlyRlyKoolKid: don't worry weiss, I promise not to mess with him

SchneeAngel: Thank you Ruby.

I put the scroll down on the table before flopping back on the bed, "She's not going to listen to me, just like how she's never going to message me..." I sighed sadly, just counting the specks on the ceiling while waiting patiently for Klein to deliver the package.

PoV: Ruby

I felt really bad lying to Weiss like that, but I had to, I'm not known as a regular RemEx around here for no reason! So when Jaune Arc asks for a dust pick, he's going to get a dust pick, and he's going to get it in a day!

I'm worried about how it'll be used though. Me, Blake, and Yang have all on separate occasions seen Cardin 'messing around' with Jaune. Outsiders or Newbies might just see as insignificant or something that'll go away with time, but long-timers will know that Cardin is sizing up his prey, gaining analysis on his weaknesses before going in on him like a hungry bird. At least Jaune trained with Pyrrha a little bit before she died, he has more of a chance than most. But if Cardin pissed him off too much, I won't be surprised if they found Cardin dead in the laundry rooms with a large gash in his head.

Later, during the second eating-time (It's a worse crime to call this junk 'lunch'), the four of us all sat around, quiet as mice. Me, Yang, and Blake were looking at the Newbies around us while Jaune just kept picking at his gray gunk, probably thinking that it'll turn into something good if he pokes it long enough. Suddenly, I felt a large bag full of, what could only be Leaves and Flowers, hit my back and explode, sending the flora pieces everywhere onto the table and the food. Unsurprisingly, the gray goo actually looked better with the plant bits in it.

"Hey Rose!" I heard a voice behind me, and scrunched my face as I immediately knew who it was. "We got the shit, now get us iSCHEEs!"

"Oh. You two again." I said as I forced a smile and forced myself turned around to make eye contact.

"Yeah it's us, we got the fuckin leaves and flowers, now it's time for you to call your bitchy friend to get us iSCHEE 2s!"

I picked a few Leaves and a Flower out of my hair, took a good look at them, and finally said to them, "Thrush, Lark, these Leaves and Flowers have gone Rotten, they're worthless."

I inwardly smirked as Thrush and Lark both grew redder than a ripe strawberry, both from me not calling them to their gang names and telling them that their long and hard-worked stash is worthless.

"What the fuck! Do you know how long it fucking took to get all of these?!" The blue-mulleted one yelled.

"Don't know and don't care. You took too long to turn your credits in, and they're worthless yet again." I patiently explained to them, smirking all the while, not even caring to hide it this time.

"Bullshit, we worked hard to get those!" The green-haired one added, completely disregarding my third basic point on the Säbel-exchange, also made official by Ozpin.

"You still missed rule three. Ahem, 'If the currency has gone Rotten, it is deemed worthless by both Ruby Rose AND to other prisoners in exchange or trade.' Please learn to read, you've got your entire lives to do that." I snapped back kooly.

"You know, my high-school teacher always said that history is important, and if you can't learn from it, you're destined to repeat it. What you're doing is inefficient in terms of strategy." Jaune finally spoke from the other side of the table, all while picking at his gray goo.

"Fuck're you saying we're dumb?" Lark threatened, looking ready to plunge his spoon into Jaune's eye.

"No, you said you're dumb, I said you're inefficient. Now Lark-"

"Don't fuckin call me Lark Newbitch, yer gettin raped soon, yer opinion ain't gonna matter. We're the fuckin BIRDS, the roughest, toughest, strongest gang in this prison!"

We all shook our heads and turned back around to see Jaune's reaction, and to our surprise, it's mostly stoic, with a little hint of disgust. Most Newbs would've blown up at least 30 seconds ago.

"…Anyway, why don't you make exchanges with your already existing Leaves and Flowers for other less-expensive things, like a figurine or engraved glass and just trade those back for the SCHEE when you have enough of them?"

Me, Yang, and Blake were all completely stunned at his logic, he actually thought of an intelligent loophole around our system a little over a week since he first came in, now maybe Lark and Thrush will take his advice and finally shut the fu-

"HAW, like that'll ever fuckin work! Nice joking kid, we'll fuck ya slightly less… NOT! HAWHAWHAWHAW! We'll just stick with throwin our shit at Rose till she gives it to us!"

…Or not.

"How long have you been doing this for?" Jaune asked, somehow ignoring the other things the blue-headed dummy said.

"Past seven years or so, she'll give eventually, just trust in us fuckboy." Lark commented, still being stupid as always.

"So wait a minute. Let me get this straight, you did the same exact thing, seven years in a row… And expected a different result?"

"We'll get a different result soon enough fuckboy, Rose'll give us iSCHEEs with our shit!" This was the last thing they said before they walked away, still HAWing at Jaune's suggestion and whispering amongst themselves, probably planning something really dirty.

Jaune turned to the three of us, our eyes still agape at how quickly he found a loophole in our system that not even Blake could find, and asked, "Is that guy for real?"

To which I replied, "He still doesn't know that the iSCHEE 2 is obsolete. I don't think he even knows that the iSCHEE 9 came out."

He put his face into his hands before moaning, "Crap, this is going to suck…"

We could only feel sympathy for Jaune, knowing that prison life wasn't going to be only thing that would suck soon.

A/N

Some other terminologies;

Dodgerock: Dodgerock is a finely engineered and very professional game of hurling rocks at the other inmates until they go unconscious. It can be either played in Teams or Last Person Standing, and is one of many rock-based games in Säbelzahn.

iSCHEE series: The Intensively Sophisticated Computational Hyper-threading Ever-Evolver was made to compete with Scrolls, and eventually drive the distributors out of stock. They're dirt cheap to make, break down easily, give Faunus children cancer, and normally cost over 50,000 Lien (500 dollars), but with a few strings pulled, they can be taken right from the assembly lines, no one'll ever notice it's missing.

Kool: Not to be mistaken with the word cool, kool describes the expression of furrowing the brow and tilting your head down to look as intimidating as possible to a new person. Mainly used by Ruby, and never works for her due to her height and general kawaiiness despite how kool she proclaims herself.

RemEx: Remnantian Express is the largest commercial mail carrier across all the kingdoms; the name inspiration comes from the wing feathers from birds. Ruby, as well as many others outside and in, refers to herself as the regular RemEx thanks to her connections with Weiss and distributions of cool stuff to other inmates, though she's just the post girl to the real courier.

Rot(ten): It's an efficient means of preventing inflation. When the currency 'goes Rotten', it means that Flowers, Leaves, or Mushrooms found, made, or traded literally rot away which renders it worthless to Ruby, in the system, and to other inmates (No one wants to smoke a blunt with white specks on the Leaves or eat moldy Mushrooms).

There are BOUND to be questions as to why Weiss is helping Ruby, a prisoner, give various commodities, technologies, and whatnottities to other prisoners. Why doesn't she hate them? Doesn't she think they should be executed? Why does Klein help her instead of telling her off to Jacquess? I won't answer those questions here, I'd rather leave them develop on their own arcs separate from A/N notes.

To respond to shadowace2400: No, Ruby WASN'T sent to prison for sneezing on Weiss, she was sent for something way more drastic and detrimental in comparison.

To respond to Redsage Horrorwitz: The A/N notes primarily exist to define terms that aren't particularly relevant to the story or explain a concept further for the audience. While elements which remain relevant to the plot are explained by the characters (Such as what happens in Rot) the A/N provides further insight as to what it is and how it's used that can't be explained in the story itself (Ex. A character doesn't know the full details, potential, or capabilities of something)