[b]Hank McCoy[/b]
Hank found his way to the park and walked along the pathways, giving as much space to other people as he could. "Look mommy, it's a monster!" A little girl cried as she passed Hank with her mother. Hank adjusted his hood to hide his face more and put his hands in his pockets, shying away from the little girl and her mother.

"Honey," the child's mother said, "you shouldn't call them monsters, its rude, they're mutants okay?"

Hank grumbled and turned off the path, heading into the forest to find a relatively secluded spot to wash up. When he found one he shrugged off his hoodie and knelt down by the water, washing his arms and hands in the pond, trying his best to get everything out of his fur because if he didn't he would smell for weeks.