While the two were still sat at the desk, they would find themselves suddenly down one person. Despite being wheelchair-bound, Edward knew how to sneak away from people, having already packed up and cleared his belongings from his desk and into his bag. He had rolled wordlessly by Mrs. Beaker's desk and dropping the quiz while the teacher was distracted with another student and quietly moved out of the room. He wasn't intending on saying goodbye - after all, he was probably gonna see these guys in the next class, so it's not like he'd not be seeing them for the rest of the day, making goodbyes unnecessary.
Now, onto his favourite topic. Biology. Anatomy and Genetics were especially interesting to him, for quite obvious reasons. Not only was the content just generally interesting to him to learn about, but it would also inevitably help with his unusual ability that allowed him to re-write his DNA like a pencil on paper. Here's hoping he could sneak out some stuffs from the lesson for later..
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There went Biology and here came History. From his favourite topic to his least liked. Not because History was something he found boring, quite the opposite, it was nice knowing that people were always shitty to everyone who was different from the norm, both back then and even today, so really, nothing much has changed. World's still a shithole, just a bit less than before. What more ruined the lesson was Ms. Wingley and her.. uh, 'vibrant' personality, as he'd call it. Nothing against his teacher, she just wasn't the type of person he'd usually want to be around if given the choice.
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Oh boy, lunch time. Time for Eddie to sit idly by a corner by himself, both unable and unwilling to join any of the tables full of strangers and eat, truly making him the very symbol of an outcast. Well, to be fair, eating by himself did also have its perks. For one, no boring idle chatter around him that he couldn't care less about. Less chatter meant more quiet time, which meant more time for him to be alone with his thoughts. Though he may look like a loner, really, it wasn't as bad as it seemed.
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Ah yes, P.E. That time of the day where Eddie (quite literally) sat back and watched as his classmates exerted themselves. However, he decided to do a little bit of tomfoolery today. Seeing how Sprints were the main focus today, Edwards decided to hop in on the fun. ..Or rather roll in, as he just rolled his wheels alongside the others, driving his chair like a race car (minus the paint job.. and the car engine.. and the adrenaline.. and pretty much everything else.), even taking over some people. If only turns hadn't been invented, he'd have been the king of the sprint were it not for his inability to drift. Curse you, Physics!
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And finally, the final lesson of the day - English. Or rather, English Literature to be specific. He neither liked nor disliked this specific class, not forming high of an opinion over it. Was neither something he liked, nor something he disliked. Reading books was fine, but was all this analyzation really necessary? What if that blue carpet on that one random chapter did not have an intricate and complex reasoning for being the colour it is? What if the author just felt like making it blue on a whim and had no ulterior motives for it?
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At long last, this day of school was finally over and done with. Wheeling himself out of the building, Edwards decided he'd dedicate this day to his alternate persona, or simply 'being a hero' as others would call it. Really it was nothing more than putting on an alter ego and deciding that putting oneself in danger for a morally-good public standing is somehow worth it, despite the fact that history's proven that being on the 'good' side, even while having powers, is never a good idea. Hell, sometimes it's even worse idea to be good while WITH power than without.
Rolling himself back home to the Orphanage, Edwards wheeled himself back to his room, waving to his fellow orphans and caretaker. Then, just moments later, a new figure exited his room. Tall and lanky, way too much hair on their head that stood up in spikes as if they had just been freshly shocked and were charged full with static electricity, yet still lying low enough to obscure the eyes, but not the vision. Wearing nothing but a black tank top with matching shorts, socks and shoes. And, squeezed right on top of all that hair was a simple red-white cap, comically squeezing the hair down as if having somehow fit within.
Quite the unassuming look, if one were to overlook the vast majority of effort put into growing the whole, actual bush covering the man's head. This was of course still Edwards, but taken on to quite a different look. At this point, he was no longer Eddie, nor Edwards or even Ed. He was a nameless, faceless person without a trace leading back to any sort of identity. Well, there was one, but given there was no connection, he doubted it'd be much of a problem.
" Going out so soon again, Ed? "
Passing through the hallways, Eddie walked past Alice, who looked at him with concern. She was already quite aware of his little hobby of going out and crime-fighting, though she'd never seen his work in person thanks to him both being so secretive about it and her just having her hands full with the other kids who needed more attention than the more-or-less self-sufficient Eddie. The transformed figure shot a glance and a reassuring smile to his caretaker.
" Yup. No need to get worried, I can take care of myself. "
" Alright, just be careful. There's a lot of bad folk lurking out there at late times like now. "
" Of course. Not intending to lay myself to waste out there carelessly, after all. "
With one last wave, the slender figure disappeared from the hallway and passed through the exit of the Orphanage, standing tall outside the building. Now, if he were a criminal, where would he be hiding out at this time..? An alley? No, too obvious. That's where all the smale-scale and newcomers tend to flock to. A warehouse, perhaps? Maybe. Or perhaps even the docks. Both seemed very likely, so that's where he'll check. First the docks he knew about, then the warehouses. He'd estimate he'd be checking the second locations by 10PM, given both his pathway from here and his intention to check elsewhere first. Maybe, just maybe he could find something today to 'break up', so to speak. His manner of breaking criminal activities up, at least.
