your_talents:

To hell with both of those narrow-minded creeps, Lisa Graves thought to herself as she hopped off the back of the truck shed hitched a ride on. She was sixteen, she was a mutant, and as of yesterday, she was disowned.

There hadn't been any ranting. No being locked in the basement or shipped off to some camp. She had simply come home from school to find the locks changed, a packed bag on the porch, and a slip of paper with the address and access code for storage unit where the rest of her things could be found.

She choked down her rage and frustration as she made her way down the last mile of road towards the Xavier school, pressing the intercom at thr front gate.

"Hello? My name is Lisa. Someone told me you help mutants here."

perenawska:

Irina wasn't one for celebrating her own birthday. She love celebrating others, but for her own she liked to find a dive bar and drink until she was seeing double or triple. Which is exactly what she was doing today, her thirtieth birthday.

She sat in a corner table, back to the wall, with a bottle of Jose Cuervo and a shot glass. She didn't even bother with the salt and lime.