Wonderland Academy for the Unique and Gifted (IC)
Quimsy's blonde eyes fluttered open at the sound of birds chirping outside his window. Another day, another obstacle. First things first... the small boy rolled off his bed, heading over to his window. He took the curtain in his hands, tugging them aside- "Aaah!"
The shock of the number of birds that were flocking behind his window pane sent him sprawling backwards, landing on his bum. "I will never get used to that," he said, a hand over his heart as he gasped, trying to pace himself once more. He shut his eyes and focused on lowering his pheromones, opening one eye slowly too peek at the window, to see if he'd done well. And done well he did, for most of the birds had lost interest in their attraction to him, and had flown off.
The blonde boy, Quimsy, was skilled with keeping most animals off his back when it came to attraction- most but one: the human. Well, he was only twelve after all, and his control was getting much better. That had to be something, right? "Oh, right," he said with realization, picking his small body up from the ground and going to the bathroom in his room to get changed.
Another day, another obstacle.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
"Oi, you!" shouted a gardener, shocking the pink haired girl into running as fast as she could away. She found herself back inside the dormitories, her hands bleeding as they clutched the thorny roses. This was Ebony, one of the smallest grade sevens in Wonderland.
"Man," she pouted in disappointment as she looked at the loot she had gotten up so early to chop up, "I never got to chop their heads off." She was also more commonly known as Thorn, for her adoration of rose thorns. In fact, she was the reason the gardeners were so fickle with people entering and exiting the gardens, what with her chopping off roses repeatedly.
Thorn looked at her hands and then at the ground, nodding, "More importantly, I should probably was my blood off before I get scolded." It seemed as though her appearance was rather fitting for her childish behavior.
The tiny pink-haired girl rushed off to her dorm room to place the roses in an empty vase, as well as wash off the blood on her hands. She'd run out of bandaids earlier the school year, however, and she'd forgotten to get it refilled yesterday like she said she would. Opening her dorm door, she ran for the lobby where some other girls were awake and sang, "Any of you a healer? Or got a baaaandaid?
His blue eyes wandered from the mirror to the photo of himself in his hands, his hair shifting different shades of black until his appearance finally matched that of the picture. Trinity Blank had spent the past hour changing himself back to...well, himself. When he slept, sometimes he accidentally changed into something- or rather, someone- else.
Trinity placed his photograph and mirror down, having already changed his outfit. He looked out the window of his room, deciding he might as well hurry up and get out. Before heading outside, he tucked in the photograph of himself, sighing. Just in case, he thought, Just in case. He headed down the flight of stairs, heading straight for the fountain. He liked the fountain- they made him feel relaxed. And he could always collect his thoughts about himself there.