Claire DeLune was shaken awake by her Mother at exactly 5:00 AM. It was a bit early still to be on time for her new classes, but she had always loved the sunrise, and her Mother knew that. Wiping the sleep from her eyes groggily, she plodded the short distance from her bed to the small bathroom that came with her Dormitory. Mother was gone at that point. She had been gone for many years, of course. But thanks to her ability, Claire had been able to construct her own personal reality. At least, within the confines of her own dorm room. There was no way she would let anyone outside know of something so personal.
A few quick splashes of cold water were enough to revive her to her full senses, and she met the mirror with an extra-wide grin. Far from a 'normal' school life, but further still from being tested on 24/7, her new life began today. She hadn't been assigned any specific tasks or anything, and the threat level of her power was assessed as Green - no threat whatsoever - Claire had been able to cling to her ideal of a normal life, and now it was as good as hers. At least, as good as she was like to get after such a horrible fate befell humanity as a whole. Still, if she had to give today a color, it would be orange. Orange was energetic, ready to greet the day. The sunrise out the window, for example, was just the shade of orange she was thinking. Claire flung herself to the window with a smile and a silent laugh, then flung herself at her wardrobe, rifling through for the perfect outfit for the occasion.
Ha ha! Yes! Yes! It's perfect! o(≧∇≦o)
Pumping her fist in excited victory, Claire scrambled out of her PJs and into the one article of clothing that suited today perfectly. A simple V-neck tee, almost obnoxiously orange. Sprinting back to the mirror, she beamed as she turned around. Good! Great! (/^▽^)/ What was next? Something green? Yellow? Of course, she didn't have anything in the right shades. Maybe it was time for some shopping as soon as possible? Her eyes lit up. Shopping would be a good break from all the hard work day to day. She was sure school was hard, after all. For now, maybe today wasn't the day to be so completely outrageous. She had no idea who her new friends were, but maybe they would just make fun of her if she looked like a neon sign on the first day? No, a worker's jacket!? Σ(゜ロ゜) It was certainly the right shade of orange, but not quite the feeling she was going for. Yeah, maybe it was time for something a little darker? After 10 minutes of rifling through the various drawers and hangers, she came out with an ensemble of a dark navy skirt, shorts, and long sleeved shirt, topped with the orange tee. Everything was perfect.
Maybe because she was so early, the walk to the school itself was totally uneventful. No fateful meetings? What kind of happy school life is this supposed to be? (ㄒoㄒ) Maybe it wasn't going to be as happy as she thought. Maybe... Maybe it'd be all old men there... (゚´Д`゚)゚ Of course that wouldn't be the case, though. It was a school for teens, or so she had heard. The school itself was reasonably easy to distinguish. Without trying to cause much fuss in case there were cameras around, Claire suppressed her powers, which she usually let fly without a second thought, and hurried into the building. The first class was... Factual Studies? Like, studies on facts about stuff? That sounded difficult. Maths and things didn't have a whole lot to do with her power at all, and she was an artist by nature. Still, the image of the sunrise burned into her head, Claire DeLune picked up speed and rushed through the door of the classroom!
...At least, that was her intent. Of course the door didn't open by pushing it from the outside. It had a doorknob, after all. The result was a loud bang and Claire herself dropping all of her stuff around the hallway, including herself splayed out like a starfish on the ground.
Owowowowow...! ☆ ̄(>。☆)
It isn't like it hurt as much as she made it seem, but it was impossible for the poor girl to resist a healthy portion of slapstick humor to start the day. It didn't even matter if anyone was watching or not, she was her own audience in her head. No sound escaped her lips, but her mouth was open wide in an extraordinarily pained gesture and her eyes welled up with tears that just as quickly vanished as she resumed her regular grin, picked up her things, and went through the door the proper way.
Hello everyone! Sorry for the scene so early in the morning! \(^ ^)/


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