*Enough was enough. El was sick of it! Psycho hunters, age jumps, freezing cold and nothing to do. She was over this camp. She had no idea why she'd thought this was a good idea ( Read more... )

*Talia sat in her room, reading one of her books that she'd brought with her, that she had read too many times. She placed her book down on her bed and went to the mess hall to get a drink, deciding she wanted milk instead of coffee, she grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and poured some milk. She drank her milk quickly, washing and drying it, she ( Read more... )

*Edie had been amazed by the increased amount of kids in the camp. At first she'd thought Stryker had lost what little mind he had left, but then she'd heard the whispers that the camp members had all been aged backwards. She had come to the conclusion that all the aging adults into children, children into adults and adults into even older adults ( Read more... )

*When Tristan had caught his reflection in the mirror that morning he'd nearly had a heart attack. It had taken him about 15 minutes to convince himself that it was actually him. Upon returning to his room after showering, Tristan had searched through his locker trying to find any item of clothing that may be even slightly big enough to fit in now ( Read more... )

*Elizabeth sat in the mess hall. She'd considered making a coffee, but then wondered if that was a wise idea as she was now nine years old! She had all her memories and her maturity it seemed, but everything else about herself was different including her lack of mutation and sensitivity to light, probably a good thing as her sunnies were too big ( Read more... )

Angelo sat in the hallway his back pushed up into the corner. Ever since he'd woken up like this and thankfully gotten some clothes from someone who had apparently been a kid before he'd spent all his time hiding out. Even his meals were eaten when he could sneak into the mess hall during a quiet moment. Looking like this had brought up so many of ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Bradley was in the rec room. He was back to his eternal struggle with improving the television, although at this point it might have made more sense just to build a new one. But this was now a matter of pride. He would best the foul beast, if it took him another month to do so. It had won several battles, but he was determined to win the war. ( Read more... )

*Talia walked around the outside of the buildings of camp, trying to steer clear of people as she was still freaking out about what had happened in her room. She was only glad that her roommate wasn’t in the room at the time. Finally deciding that she couldn’t stand the cold anymore, Talia walked inside and went towards the mess hall, figuring ( Read more... )

*Talia sat in her room, reading one of the many books she brought with her to camp. Before she registered anything happening, the book was beginning to burn away from her hands. She dropped the book instantly, looking towards her hands. Her mutation seemed to have kicked in burning her sheets and her book. Talia tried to stop the acid from forming ( Read more... )