Act Your Age, Not Your Shoe Size! (AKA, Kid!Plot is Go!!)

[time_schizo]

Martini threw himself at the door once again, nails scratching along the metal as he scraped his fingers over them. No one would hear him. It was the middle of the night. Stryker had decided to punish him for destroying the camp in Africa, putting him in one beyond all other for him. Solitary confinement. His fingernails had been mostly ripped off

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*Talia stretched while still in bed, she moved her legs over to the edge of the bed. She stepped off her bed, stepped wasn't the exact word, it was more of a jump. Talia looked down at her legs, they were shorter and her toes were shorter.

Talia combed her hands through her hair. She knew something was wrong when she felt the layers that she hadn't had since she was 12. Talia went to the closest mirror, noticing her appearance, she was no longer the 24 year old, she was yesterday. She was now her teenage-self.

Talia screamed touching her hair. She tightened her sweat pants and wrapped a dressing gown around herself. Walking out of her room, she went to the mess hall. Looking around she didn't recognize anyone. She sat down in one of the chairs with her head in her hands.

How did this happen? Talia thought to herself.*

[cover_your_ears]

When she reached the mess hall, it was getting quite full. People were milling around, she hardly recognized anyone. Of course, the world looked entirely different from her shortened perspective.

"Talia?" if she was going to find her, she'd have to holler, she wasn't sure she'd recognize her younger. "Talia?"

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*Talia looked around at the mention of her name. She didn't recognize the voice but there was something about the face that reminded of her roommate.*

Jessie? *Talia narrowed her eyes.*

[cover_your_ears]

"Talia! I'm so glad I found you. Yeah, it's me," she said as she pulled out the chair and got up on it. She sighed. Jessie pulled her legs up to sit Indian-style and wrapped the ends of the long t-shirt around them and her freezing feet. She was barely tall enough to rest her elbows on the table. "I hate to state the obvious, but this sucks."

Her roommate looked like she was about twelve. And very anxious about the whole thing. Jessie knew how she felt. Looking around the room she hardly recognized anyone. "Do you still have your powers?" She raised a small web-less hand. "Cause, mine seem to have disappeared."

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*Talia smiled, glad that her roommate was here.*

I don't think I do, mine came at 14. *Her roommate looked upset, and anxious to have lost her powers. Talia tried to look reassuring.* Everything'll be alright. *Talia hoped she was right. She really didn't want to go through being a teenager again.*

[cover_your_ears]

"I sure hope you're right." Jessie said with a slight pout. She looked around it looked like some of the others weren't effected, but quite a few were. Most of the ones she saw were were teens or younger, like her. She didn't know which was worse, not knowing what happened or not knowing what to do now. She was afraid to voice the question, 'What if they were stuck like this?'

At least, Talia would be starting out Middle School aged, she'd be reliving her kindergarten years.

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*Talia could sense that Jessie was still worried about the age-shift, if that's what you could call it.

Like Jessie, Talia looked around the Mess Hall, noticing a lot of the people there were in their teens or younger. Not liking this in one bit Talia returned her gaze to her roommate.*

How did this happen?

[cover_your_ears]

Jessie shrugged. "No idea."

The truth was she had too many ideas that she just didn't want to give a voice to. It could be caused by a virus; it could be sabotage by a mutant; it could be one of them from the inside; could be someone from outside their compound; only God knew.

She wanted to do something. "I'm going to go see if I can find something to wear. I'm freezing." Jessie hopped down from the chair. "You want to give me a hand?" It would give them both something more useful to do than sitting there and feeling sorry for themselves.

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*Talia looked down at her own attire, nodding.*

I don't think I can keep going around in this for much longer. *Talia smiled.*