[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]: The Sewers of D.C.
[color=FB5A7E][b]Skills[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Leighton was hit with sensory overload as multiple people came by her. She was used to being the center of attention, but not like this. She backed away a bit, especially as one of them was visibly armed. Then the nerdy-looking boy offered her a dress he seemingly materialized and another (who was rather handsome) came and formally introduced himself. She was starting to panic. These were surely mutants. Ice powers be damned, she was not part of this!

[color=FB5A7E]"I don't...I'm not like you! I am not a mutant, I can't be! Whatever happened was an accident. This is all too much. I don't know what fight you guys are a part of but I am not looking to enlist or whatever. This is too much. I want to go home and pretend this didn't happen, but the police are surely looking for me and I don't want to go to jail! I'm not a mutant..."[/color] Tears began to form and she felt on the verge of a breakdown.

[color=FB5A7E]"Can I just go home?"[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9A86AD]Anastasia Reinhardt[/color][/h1][img]https://i.gifer.com/8v3k.gif[/img][hr][color=9A86AD][b]Location[/b][/color]: Hellfire HQ
[color=9A86AD][b]Skills[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Anastasia followed the directions without so much as a thank you. Why bother really? She entered and found Sage there. [color=9A86AD]"Hello, yes I was told to come see you about tech. I was assigned a mission to infiltrate the Underground and destroy them all. I'd like something, but I will be going undercover as a runaway, so something techy without appearing flashy would suffice please."[/color]

Sage looked over to her, rummaged in a nearby drawer, and tossed a flip phone at her. "There you go." Quick and businesslike, it worked. A runaway girl would not have the latest iPhone. She pocketed it and went on her way. Their business concluded.

She exited the building and made her way over to a nearby shopping area. She had some clothes to buy. She hoped to find a thrift store, but anything would do with some creative liberties. She had to admit, this was all starting to be fun.