Human Disguise 101 #1 (FOUR SPOTS!)

[wick]

Class name: Human Disguise 101
Teachers name: Charles Ulysses Wick
Classroom: Mr. Wick's classroom, is for the most part, an average classroom. The walls are all white, and while it lacks windows to stare out of, there is still plenty to stare at. The white walls are covered in posters of (appropriate) fashion models, or funny little comics that say something quirky and cute. Not interested in staring at walls? No worries! At the front of the class room, just to the left of the Teacher's whiteboard, is a large fish tank. This fish tank is filled with many different interesting fish, each of different shapes and sizes. Just above the fish tank, is a sign up sheet for "Feeding Duty" on certain days of the week, Mr.Wick requires that every student sign up, at least once a month, in order to for students to learn "responsibility" The desks, are clustered in two different sections, separated from each other, one called "Team Black" and the other "Team Pink". Lastly, perhaps a strange joke from Mr Wick, in the very back, is the model skeleton of a human called Mr. Skin , or so the sticky note says on its rib cage.
Class description: Students will be learning
* "Life without a Human Disguise."
* The Modern Human
* Perfecting the "Art" of Disguise
*Basic Human Anatomy

Number of students FOUR

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Wick's looked over his class room, with a slight nod, a smile curled lazily on his face. It looked like the new year was starting in, and his classroom was now perfectly set up. The desks, were arranged in groups, or Teams as he wanted them to be known as during class. The new fish tank, was placed perfectly next to his white board, and his posters were once again, taped high onto the wall. The blond teacher placed his hands on his hips, and walked slowly to the front of his class room. When he stopped, his blue eye stared up at the empty white space, where he was to write down everything important. Well. I probably wont use up that much space. the childish teacher's smile grew even wider, and he quickly snatched a red dry erase marker I might as well make them feel at home.. A giggle erupted from his lips, while his hand started to first write his name "Mr. Wick", and then....

Well, it didn't take long for Wick to finish drawing his strange illustrations on the wall. They were not perfect, per say, in fact, most of them looked like bizarre squiggles rather than Fish, like he intended for them to be. However, Wick, thought they were perfect, and let out a satisfied sigh, and then yet another small giggle. I hope my students like it. Wick practically sang those words out loud, before stopping himself, and regaining his composure. No matter how excited he was about the new year, he had to look somewhat, professional. It was, the first day of school, after all. Of course, I wont be too mean to my little Blooming Flowers. . Just enough for people to take his seriously.

Who would? It wasn't like Mr.Wick was a very serious person, even he knew that. Wick, now standing facing the door way, ran his fingers through his long hair, letting out a heavy sigh. He could hear students, or at least, the foot steps of young pupils. That must mean Class was about to start. Today, was going to be a long day, he just knew it.

[dmitri]

The fact that he seemed prone to choosing classes that would pose little difficulty suggested that, unlike his eldest brother, Dmitri was not a born scholar. When offered the opportunity to attend the Academy, his excited tangle of thoughts had been less focused on attending class and more interested in mingling with his classmates; it was only after finally making it to the school after a bumpy, thrice-delayed plane trip and dragging himself to his dormitory room that he’d realized that, the next morning, he would have to actually drag himself back out of bed and to a formal class.

Exciting.

Still, the rag doll had somehow clambered out of bed, had thrown on a collared dress shirt and pants hopefully appropriate for the first day of class, and now shuffled through the hallway to his first class, typical enthusiasm dampened by a combination of jet lag and well-disguised uncertainty. Coming here had been what he’d wanted, but now that he was here and separated from his family for the first time in his short life… Dmitri shook his head dismissively and automatically smoothed back his hair, glancing down at the crumpled schedule in his grip. The class he was supposed to attend was called “Human Disguise 101,” taught by a Charles Wick, and the fact that there were students so sheltered from the world of the mundanes that such a class was actually necessary was greatly amusing. If he got nothing else out of the class, he’d at least get a decent grade and a good laugh at others’ ineptitude. He stopped to consult the numbers on the classroom doors surrounding him, mismatched eyes narrowing slightly as he decided that he hadn’t yet passed the one he was searching for. While the grounds of the school were sprawling and picturesque, the hallways themselves weren’t too different from what he would have expected from a human school: wide enough to admit a steady stream of students but still labyrinthine, crisscrossing each other in unexpected ways until the entire place was a maze to the unfamiliar. He only hoped to avoid the embarrassment of getting lost on his first day.

After a few more minutes of pretending to know exactly where he was going while having only the faintest clue, he – half by accident – discovered his destination. Dmitri didn’t hesitate as he pulled the door open and crossed the threshold, eyes widening slightly as he surveyed the classroom. The bland white walls had been papered with posters of female models and comics, and an aquarium of exotic fish was nestled next to the whiteboard. A skeleton, its bones held together by carefully-hidden sinews of wire instead of flesh, lurked in the back of the room, and a shaggy-haired man who was presumably the professor stood near the whiteboard. Dmitri gave him a nod of acknowledgement as he finished glancing about the classroom, folding up and pocketing his schedule. Despite his ignorance regarding the school’s layout, he apparently was the first student to make it to the class, and that probably meant he was supposed to make conversation with his new teacher.

He fixed a polite smile on his face and stepped forward, extending his hand. “You’re Professor Wick, right?” Was it professor or mister? Probably safer to go with the most formal, though the man didn't much look like how he would have imagined a teacher -- instead of tall and imposing or elderly and hunched over in age, Wick was about the same height as he was and with a slender build. “I’m Dmitri Matryoshka, it’s a pleasure --” a yawn started to emerge, evidence of the scant hours of sleep he’d received the night prior, but he quickly forced it back. “I—can I sit on the Team Pink side?” He didn’t feel the need to share his motivation for this request – namely, the posters that he’d be facing from Team Pink seats featured prettier women than the one Team Black members would face, and anyway, pink matched his eyes better.