The pattering of drizzle on his head was what woke Jericho up first, then it was the smell of vaguely iron-y inky substance. A moment was wasted in trying to wake up completely, then put to good use as he took a quick look down at his waist and his legs, watching as the 'waste' of the night before was washed off of him by the scant amount of rain from above. Ruby red ink trailed off of his face and his face, leaving only the painted sugar-skull on his 'money-maker' as the Changer had heard some idiots call it, to stay. A slow and heavy sigh escaped him, bones and joints creaking from the time spent in just one position as he stood up and stretched, blinking the sleep from his mind. A long yawn left his mouth, another stretch pulling his arms and chest into a sort of stance that involved a lot more twisting than strictly necessary. Jericho grinned, focusing for just half a moment as ink swelled up around his torso and legs, forming itself into a pair of leather like trousers- he really needed to just buy a pair of jeans already- and a leather jacket with fur lining the hood and collar, leaving his chest and stomach exposed to the elements. The ink faded as soon as it came, following the rapid shifting pattern that it always did with him.
He strode over to the edge of the roof, looking down over the raised lip of the building he slept on top of, staring at the street and subsequent alley below him, watching the clumps of people who decided to walk in the relatively pleasant weather with a slight smile. Jericho hadn't ever felt the need to walk with them before, but the past night of excitement left him feeling giddy and admittedly stupid with the need to be around other people. He spent a little while thinking, trying to decide whether or not going as a person would be a good idea, but ultimately feeling that he didn't really have anything to lose otherwise. He had managed to get away from that hero the night before, right? Eh.
Taking a quick breath, Jericho stepped out into open air; letting himself fall a good four stories down straight into the alley, landing with a loud thump and the slight cracking of concrete. Mid-air, he had shifted the mass of his arms- effectively erasing them from existence- and shifted that then unused matter into his feet and legs, reinforcing the bone and flesh there until it was just strong enough to withstand the hard impact. A blink of an eye later, and he had his arms again, dripping from the rain and leaving just a small amount of ink on the pavement under him, which was quickly washed away soon after. He hoped strongly that no one saw him, but from the lack of screaming or even surprised murmuring outside of conversational talk, the teen figured he was good. Without another moment spent thinking, he took to the crowd of people walking on the sidewalk outside of the alley. Some took one look at his face and chose to walk a bit faster, ignoring his presence pointedly while others simply accepted the 'weirdness' and kept walking at a sedate pace.
Jericho followed the flow of the crowds until he once again found himself in downtown, an eyebrow raised to his surroundings in surprise. Maybe... Nah, he didn't have any money, and making another huge mess like yesterday would only serve to get himself into an inordinate amount of trouble. Hmph... What was a shapeshifter to do? Nothing but continue to wander around until something else interesting happened, or maybe he would cause something interesting... Who knew. The tall buildings around him gave the Changer the impression of being caged, just a little bit-- Oh hey wasn't there a school nearby? Heh, that would be pretty fun, go in as a dog- again- and muck about with the students, give some of them a story to tell their peers? "... Heh. Reckless as hell." Came the muttered aloud thought soon after, recognizing that maybe that wouldn't be the best idea. A chuckle was spared at the actual, genuine planning behind it, and Jericho made up his mind. To the school he would go!
If he could find it. Was the school- were there more than one? What school would he even visit? And further more were they even located so close to downtown proper...?