[hr][hr][center][h1][color=FB5A7E]Leighton Brooks[/color][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/82/3a/c4/823ac4404fcc169990e31c382219c899.gif[/img][hr][color=FB5A7E][b]Location[/b][/color]: Morlock Tunnels
[color=FB5A7E][b]Skills[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Leighton woke up from her tent (yes, you heard her right, a freaking tent!) covered in ice. She did not feel cold, which was probably a blessing, but if she were to continue with her life now, she would have to gain control of this power. And she would need help. The others down here seemed capable and probably had used their abilities for longer than she had.

She stepped out and glanced around for someone she recognized. She didn't think the man with the gun would help her. Perhaps Jack? He seemed willing. She couldn't spot him right away, but she did hear voices nearby. She made her way over and found a cluster surrounding the girl named Blink. [color=FB5A7E]"So I hate to break up this little meeting or whatever, but as you can tell from my sleeping arrangements, I made it all icy. Is there someone I can speak to about getting all of this under control?"[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9A86AD]Anastasia Reinhardt[/color][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ef/75/42/ef7542336788d305eb60aa06b3b90feb.gif[/img][hr][color=9A86AD][b]Location[/b][/color]: Homeless Shelter
[color=9A86AD][b]Skills[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Anastasia had managed to find a mutant-friendly shelter despite the graffiti that plagued it. Granted, it was senseless acts like it that turned the world. We were just in another period of hate that humanity continued to perpetuate with every difference. Gender, race, sexuality, and now mutants. It bothered her little. She shed whatever moral grasp she had for people. They would kill her if they had the chance and there was little use in fighting against it.

She woke up from her "bed", if it could be called such, and eyed the others with her. Someone here would know where the mutant underground is. It was only a matter of finding that one and getting the information. She would have to play the part of the eager mutant hopeful, ready to take on the world.

She walked around, stretching herself out. [color=9A86AD]"Wish I could be out there helping rather than sleeping on boxes on the street, wonderin' where my next meal was coming from. Gotta be more to this than running."[/color] She said to no one in particular, but hopefully someone would hear her and know of a place she can go.