[hr][hr][center][h1][color=FB5A7E]Leighton Brooks[/color][/h1][img]https://media0.giphy.com/media/3oKIPq5EQ1CIlWq0QU/giphy.gif?cid=3640f6095c3161494c32494d4d32061a[/img][hr][color=FB5A7E][b]Location[/b][/color]: Millenium Plaza Nail Salon
[color=FB5A7E][b]Skills[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Leighton's attention was taken away from the atrocity that was her nails onto the television screen. She fought the urge to express her distaste for what she saw. Mutants were nothing more than freaks and troublemakers, as far as she saw. After all, wasn't most of the danger that the world faced rooted to them and their own? People with powers, fighting other people with powers. Where did it end?

Thankful that they turned that trash off, but unwilling to show it, she snapped her free hand and pointed at her nails. She didn't want to be there any longer. She had other errands to run. She felt eyes on her and returned her gaze through the window, seeing the girl still standing outside. The poor thing was probably jealous of her. Who could blame her?

[color=FB5A7E]"Poor thing can't afford proper self-care, it seems. Probably going to go crawl into whatever hovel she calls her home. So sad. Can you speed it along please?"[/color]