[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 -> Millenium Plaza Boutique
[color=FB5A7E][b]Skills[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Leighton didn't understand a word the women were speaking and that suited her just fine. Her nails were done and she double and triple checked them to be sure. She got up and followed the woman to pay, and was met with a discount. [color=FB5A7E]"Now that's more like it. Here."[/color] She handed over her credit card (or rather her parent's credit card) and waited to be rung up. Once that was over, Leighton helped herself to a few mints, popping one in her mouth as she turned and exited the nail salon.

She turned and started making her way to the boutique here. Nails complete, she needed a new outfit. After that, she'd find a decent hair salon and get touched up and everything would be set. Hopefully, this boutique had the latest brands. More often than not she found little boutiques held nothing fashionable. It was no wonder they struggled.

Before she entered, she noticed the security system on the door. Trask Industries. That name was broadcasted all over the television and social media for its Mutant detection. Honestly, it annoyed her how often she saw it. The fact this boutique could afford it though gave her some satisfaction. So she entered.

And was met with alarms.

She turned around and stared at the machine. For a popular security system, it sure had its faults. [color=Fb5A7E]"Stupid machine must be broken. Excuse me! Anyone? Your machine broke and it is rather loud and annoying. Cease it at once. I require service."[/color]