With a quiet pace down the sidewalk, Skylar walked pass people with her phone in her hands and her backpack strapped to her back. To others, she would seem like an average girl walking home from school, but this appearance people saw was a ruse. Surely Skylar Madison wasn't that average, so normal to blend in, but this is all done on purpose. To herself, she is a mutant, someone different. She had been hearing a lot of talk of the Registration Act from many people all around, her inner self disgusted by it. Skylar knew that she would be "busy" tonight, that it was something she saw fit, but needed to prepare. Silently, she slipped into a gas station, it had been awhile since she's eaten due to being on her own.