#c;dmitri

Sovereign’s voice bellowed out from inside her shop as she shoved a guy out the door, not deterred by the fact that he was far larger than her or that she couldn’t see him at all. It didn’t take much to spark her anger anymore, especially not when the person she was dealing with was a human. She had no time for them or the incessant hatred and ignorance. She would not have them in her shop and that was--or at least should have been--fairly obvious by all the ‘mutant only’ and ‘no humans allowed’ signs plastered on the outside.

“There’s no fuckin’ humans allowed. Not even one. You get the right to keep me outta your shops then I get the right to keep you outta mine,” she snapped as she shoved him the rest of the way out, feeling she way through the door frame. “That’s discrimination!” She scoffed. “You wanna feel real discrimination? Try to come in my shop again and I’ll treat you like they treated those mutants up in Seattle.” A couple of mutant kids had walked into a gas station only to be dragged out back and beaten once one of their physical mutations were noticed. 

That shut the guy up and, much to Reign’s pleasure, he wandered off muttering something about a lawsuit. Feeling she could breathe a little easier with him out of her well-cultivated safe space, she decided to reward herself with a cigarette. She pulled one out of her pocket and lit it with a flame she had tattooed on the tip of her index finger, taking a deep drag and finally relaxing against the wall of her building.