WAKE UP FUCKASS.
Markus bolted upright as the voice yowled in his skull, more effective than any alarm clock. ABOUT TIME. The voice said lazily. I'VE BEEN DEALING WITH YOUR STUPID NERVOUS FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL DREAMS ALL NIGHT. GET A FUCKING GRIP. Markus shook his head and rubbed his eyes, trying to ignore the other half as he hauled himself out of his low bed. He stumbled to his box of clothes, he'd never unpacked anything or made himself at home at all. It just didn't seem right. And the other voice always interrupted him when he started working on mindless tasks. As he pulled on a washed out pair of jeans the voice heckled him mercilessly. HURRY UP. COME ON. HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE YOU TO GET DRESSED. I'D ALREADY BE DONE BY NOW. HURRY UP. Markus heaved a sigh and furrowed his brow against the headache welling in his over-occupied brain.
"Why are you so eager to go to school anyway." the dark haired boy muttered as he tugged a shirt over his head. YOU DON'T TAKE ME OUT ENOUGH BECAUSE YOU'RE A SOCIALLY AWKWARD PRICK. the voice declared. I NEED SOME INTERACTION WITH SENTIENT BEINGS INSTEAD OF PUTTING UP WITH YOUR SHIT-FOR-BRAINS. Markus shook his head, trying to clear it of the other's thoughts, which were really taking their toll on his mood. Said mood was already rather low because he was nervous about heading to this new school, and he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, so he felt in a rather precarious position.
The boy left without eating, his nerves wouldn't permit it, and trotted through the familiar streets on his way towards Cilestia. He managed to not be rude to the guard, despite the voice's insistence that he make an amusingly heinous remark about the man's mother since he was utterly unhelpful. YOU'RE TOO SHY FOR YOUR OWN GOOD. The voice complained as they were granted admittance inside the city to find his own way through the streets. He received strange looks from passer-bys as he argued with the voice about the location of the school, and even when he managed to find it the voice was smug. TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH. IF YOU'D JUST LISTENED TO ME IN THE FIRST PLACE MAYBE YOU WOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO RUN, EH? STUPID DUMBASS.
Markus tried not to pay attention as he ascended the steps and made his way into the school for humans and mutants alike. None of that really bothered him, since his mutation wasn't immediately obvious unless someone caught his eyes changing color, which hopefully wouldn't happen, he didn't need the voice trying to usurp him today, or if they overheard him talking to himself. Well, then they might just think him crazy, not a mutant, but whatever. The young man's blue eyes flicked over the front hall as he edged off to the side, hoping he could figure out what to do before someone approached him. COME ON. GO TALK TO SOMEONE OR SOMETHING, INCOMPETENT SOD. GO ON. DO SOMETHING INTERESTING AT LEAST. DON'T LEAVE YOUR BROTHER HANGING.
"Shut up." He mumbled as the voice took on a mocking tone, shutting his eyes for a moment and trying to build a wall between himself and the annoying entity to no avail.
“Goodbye Mother.” Sebastian crooned to the sleeping woman. She didn’t look so well, her face was white as a sheet, so he decided not to wake her. The child-like figure ran his fingers through his messy hair as he bounded out of his house and trotted through the streets, avoiding cars and dashing between people as if it was all a game. He was sort of excited to learn things now, his mother had told him what school was like and he couldn’t wait. He’d get to meet new people, and maybe he could lift some stuff off some of them and make some money.
His empty bookbag, one that he’d found abandoned in an alleyway near a dumpster, bounced on his back. He’d seen some of the richer kids wear them when they went to school, and he decided that he needed one as well, even if he didn’t have anything to fill it with. After a few good scrubbings he’d decided it was clean enough to wear. His bookbag was bright yellow, the happiest color one could imagine, and while he loved it he worried that it might draw more attention to him that he’d like. He loved the attention, but if he needed to do something all incognito-like, it would be best to ditch it.
The school wasn’t too difficult to find, Seb knew the streets better than the wrinkles in his brain, and he grinned brightly, shoving his hands in his oversized hoodie as he pushed the door open with his elbow. His bright blue-green eyes flicked over the people within. He spotted two rich looking girls. He bounced over in their direction. They were probably not mutants, mutants weren’t rich. He arranged his face into the cutest possible expression he could, a bright smile on his round face. “Hi.” He chirruped at them. If they were nice, then he had some new friends, and if not, then he had some rich kids he might be able to nab some nice things from. It was a win-win situation, what fun! There was nothing better than meeting new people.