The sun poked out behind the tree that blocked his window causing him to roll over, sighing as he did and wiping the sleep from his eyes he slowly sat up. Bedhead was an understatement his hair was elevated on one side and he could feel it, like it was weighing down on side of his head. Running his fingers lazily through it pushing some of it down. Looking over at the clock and realizing it was close to noon he groaned slightly and thought about what he should do.

Class had started and while he should go his mismatched colored eyes shifted over towards the window where the tree was. It was a beautiful day outside and while he could practically hear Liz yelling at him and lecturing him about how school was important she wasn’t here anymore. In fact he tried to forget about her, she left without saying much. Rightly so, thought Carrick as he walked towards the door pulling the first shirt he found on the way to the window. Maybe it wasn’t clean but he slipped his wings through the slits all the same. Not like anyone could smell him where he was going.

The window was already open and so he jumped through the portal into another world forsaking school yet again. School would be there tomorrow the weather however was fickle and often changed. Some days were better for flying than others. Today was one of those better days.

Fully extending his when he jumped he caught the air and flapped his wings lifting him up higher and higher. Turning away from the directions of the class rooms he headed to the backyard where a pool and the fields were.

For a non-student living at a school but not going to classes (or however it was that Tobias fit into the school/refuge/whatever dynamic), Tobias had sure learned a lot in his first few days. He hadn't been completely ignorant of mutant matters before he'd been kicked to the city by his parents, but he certainly hadn't paid much attention. He definitely hadn't appreciated the range of abilities and appearances mutants could have, even if his own appearance was drastically different from a powerless human's.

Life in the city wasn't turning out as bad as it had initially seemed, at least. He'd only been mugged and threatened with mutilation and/or death the once, and he had free access to both drinkable and breathable water. He still needed a job, but he was okay for the moment.

Well, not okay. He was working on the whole breathing-without-panicking-about-drowning thing. And also his swimming. Which sucked. He made a really pathetic sea monster. He wasn't intimidating, he panicked about drowning despite being completely able to breathe underwater, and all of his attempts to learn how to swim (since he'd never even had to take lessons through school, and wasn't enough of a hillbilly to go diving in rivers as a kid) thus far invariably ended in clumsy flailing (he couldn't even flail right), sinking or slamming into the edge of the pool, and generally panicking whenever his head went more than a quarter under water. Oh, and splashing a good fraction of the pool's water well out of the pool.

Nothing really stood out; nothing seemed to change here at the mansion anymore occasionally you’d get a hallway or a classroom blown up. Usually due to a mutant losing control or on a rare occasion when a winged mutant starts a fire by mixing chemicals you normally shouldn’t mix (after learning from a certain blonde). With a yawn and looking downwards to see if any of the classes managed to make it outside.

A few kids or maybe a few teenagers were walking the grounds aimlessly; they were bigger than ants only because Carrick wanted to be seen. The winged shifter enjoyed the attention, if people weren’t marveling at his beautiful wings then he wasn’t showing them off enough. A blue eye and a green eye shifted from one person to another as he lowered himself to the ground a bit. Wondering if any of the people he spotted were one or two of the few ‘friends’ he had left at the mansion.

‘Nope’ Carrick thought as he flew over the pool admiring his distant reflection. That was when he noticed someone in the pool and underwater. Now Carrick could swim and he was pretty good at it even if he was a third cat, however he’d much rather stick to flying.

That being said Carrick noticed that the figure at the bottom of the pool had been down there for a little longer than someone should have been. With a dive Carrick folded his wings and brought his arms forward to break the water as he entered it. With his eyes open Carrick saw the figure and let out a muffled yell revealing his elongated fangs and his initial shock.