[h1][b][i][color=FF9A4F][center]Leah Jordan[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ktEJkOK.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=FF9A4F][b]Location[/b][/color]: Training Room B [color=FF9A4F][b]Gear[/b][/color]: A hot ass dress [color=FF9A4F][b]Skills[/b][/color]: The insurmountable will to not lose her cool under any circumstances [url=https://external-content.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F20%2F04%2Fa4%2F2004a4b876602c0022363b57b15b2bdb.jpg&f=1&nofb=1&ipt=c0437569cdd10c6f1efae9b432477e0a7c4a4e95121921ac9145c77044f26d1b&ipo=images]Oh god oh fuck[/url][/center] [hr][hr] Leah had been dreading this day for a while now. This "costume" felt absolutely, unequivocally wrong to Leah. Standing in this dress and looking at herself in a mirror, Leah felt like she was underdressed, but then again, [i]anything[/i] would feel like underdressed compared to the usual outfit she wore to basically everything. Did it look nice? Absolutely. Did it look nice on [i]her?[/i] In Leah's opinion, that was a hard no. Sabine would've rocked this, April would [i]slay[/i] in this, but it didn't feel like Leah. She didn't even have a god damn clue who this "Scorpia" character was, since she never watched those glittery cartoons that everyone and their parents did- Back home, she didn't even [i]have[/i] a tv. Leah couldn't help but feel like she'd walk out where the others were, and everyone would be giving her the side eye, thinking to themselves, [i]"Oh, that doesn't fit your vibe, why'd you even put it on?"[/i] And then Sabine would turn around and tell her to ignore them, but then April would too, and it would just be a whole thing... She couldn't stop looking at herself in the mirror, worrying about how little skin she had covered up. It was such a stupid thing to fixate on, especially when at least one of her girlfriends had seen every inch of her skin. Would they ask about all the scars she had? All the ones people didn't normally notice? No, why would they? But what if they did, and paid attention to her? She could just tear the whole thing off and put something less flashy on. It was a fucking [i]dance[/i] she was going to, not some damn fancy Avengers party. This was just stuff [i]normal[/i] kids did, kids who could stand to think about it because they had the normalcy in their lives that allowed [i]this[/i] to be the most stressful thing of their weeks, and she never could relate to that. Leah wasn't one of those kids, she didn't do costumes, or parties, or fucking [i]prom dances.[/i] The only reason this meant anything to her was because it meant a lot to April and Sabine, and they meant a lot to her. This made them happy- She didn't understand just how in the fucking world they could get happiness out of something this silly, but Leah wanted them to be as happy as they could. But it didn't change how wrong this felt to her. Leah Jordan was staring into a mirror, but someone different was staring back. Was is the kind of thing ordinary people fixated on? Maybe after this was done, Leah would tell herself it was dumb to be so nervous. The girls would certainly tell her she looked hot, which would be nice. She was doing this for them. [color=ff9a4f]”Let them have fun,”[/color] She told herself. And so, the rock throwing badass left and roamed down the halls until she found the right room. She opened the door, seeing everyone in their outfits. April looked… [i]Wow.[/i] God, Leah was a lucky motherfucker. And the donuts were dressed pretty okay too, even if she had no idea who the fuck any of them were actually impersonating. She seemed to be holding them all up, but she was here now. This was her first dance since coming to AA three years ago, and already she was clueless. Shit, was she supposed to wear the lipstick that the claw-hands girl had? [i]Shit.[/i] [color=ff9a4f]”…So… I’m here.”[/color] Good god, it already felt fucking awful being the only one she thought didn’t look okay. [color=ff9a4f]”Cool dress, April… You all look cool. I’m not late, am I?”[/color]