Still in the Brig....(OTA)

[time_schizo]

Well, he had been in the brig for, well, he wasn't sure just how long now, and it appeared he had been forgotten about. Too bad, Mark could have done with a sandwich right about now. Hell, he could have done with about ten sandwiches right now. Of course, the fact everyone was running around trying to deal with the fact he had dramatically aged

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[hellion_king]

"Martini."A hushed childs voice called from the other side of the metal door, the young boy grunting as he hopped up trying to get to the grated window of the holding cell door. He was only a child, a young age of five and his height had put him at a serious disadvantage. His head was throbbing, the boy had unknowingly developed his abilities at the tender age of five so his telekinesis was really sending his mind on a whirlwind. His eyes seemed unfocused but even in the madness and chaos Scion's first concern was that of his 'friend' , Martini

[time_schizo]

Martini heard a slightly muffled, rather squeaky voice from the other side of the door. It calmed him a little, hearing Scion. He stood up, out of the shadows at the back of the cell, and ran over to the door. He was too short to see through the window, and after several fruitless attempts at hopping up and down, had to settle for merely listening.

"Scion? I'm glad to hear you." He had been wondering when and if anyone would notice he was gone. The fact he often took off for hours at a time didn't help his cause. "This may sound a little weird, but two questions. What year is it? And is about half the camp is the wrong age?" Christ, but his nine year old self sounded even more pathetic than he already felt. He had a feeling he already knew the answer to the second question. Scion sounded like a kid, the same as he did.

[hellion_king]

Relief flooded the telekinetic when he saw Martini run toward him below the window, even if Martini was just a child. At least he wasn't dead. But this did reassure the telekinetics theory about what had happened.

"Yes. Are you alright, Martini?" The weapon asked, his eyes looking over the fact that Martini looked slightly off, perhaps frightened or upset. If the question had been odd X didn't show it. It was an inquiry, he answered his orders. "It is still two thousand and nine, Martini. However, yes, at least half the camp is at the wrong ages. Myself included." The weapon licked his lips, blue eyes watching Martini. "...May I inquire to what happened? Why are you in the brig?"

[time_schizo]

"Well, apart from A) screwing up the camp royally, B) Being very cold and hungry, and C) having out of control powers, I'm just dandy." There was a bit of a snap to the time manipulator's voice, although it wasn't directed at Scion. It was more at his general state of being right now.

He leaned his head against the door and sighed. At least it was the right year. He could put the worry of exactly what year, and how old he really was, to rest. It gave his mind a little more peace. Martini was a bit reluctant to answer Scion's question, but he had nowhere else to go and nothing to do.

"I'm in the brig 'cause Stryker decided to punish me." That would be answer enough. "Then I got pissed off, and fucked up trying to use my powers. They got the best of me, and I sorta maybe accidentally screwed around with the time streams surrounding everybody."

He kicked at the door irritably. "I don't suppose you could possibly get me out of here?" His voice didn't hold much hope.

[verysinister]

What bothered Sinister the most at the end of the day wasn't that he had been affected by whatever had slunk through camp--he had fixed that easily enough--nor that he couldn't find the cause of it--it was not a disease; Cameron's blood had been just fine--what bothered Sinister the most was that there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to any of it

[time_schizo]

Martini was still curled up in the corner of the cell. His stomach gurgled yet again. Gods, but he was getting hungry. At this rate, he was going to die of hunger. Die, and leave nothing behind but a rotting corpse that would be found several days later. He wondered how you got bodily fluids out of a concrete floor. Of course, he was being completely melodramatic. And just a tad morbid. Blame it on being nine years old again and completely miserable.

His head snapped up and ears perked, catching a very faint sound in the gloom. Was that....whistling? Whistling meant a person, and hopefully a chance for getting out of this cage. He got up and ran over to the door as fast as his short little legs could carry him. He pounded as hard as he could on it, yelling with all his might. "HEY! If there's somebody out there, can you hear me?!"

[verysinister]

Sinister froze, very nearly shocked at the first bang from inside a cell up the way. Even if some part of him had been expecting to find someone, somewhere, the brig had been the last place his feet had taken him and by the time he'd gotten there he'd assumed that perhaps he had been wrong.

"I can hear you," Sinister called back, heading toward the cell where the voice was coming from. The young voice. "Are you all right?" He put his hands to the cool metal door.

[time_schizo]

Martini didn't recognize the voice, but hey, somebody unknown was better than nobody at all.

"Apart from being locked up like a stray dog and being ravenously hungry-"

He paused, a familiar tingle in the back of his mind. The emotional excitement of possibly getting out had set off his uncontrollable powers once again. He gasped, dropping to his knees, more from shock than any real pain. He felt his body changing once again, which stopped as suddenly as it had started. When he stood back up, he found he was almost back to his proper height, which meant he could see through the grates in the door. Catching his breath and speaking again, he found his voice had a slight break to it. He was now a teenager, at about the age of sixteen.

"- I'm just fine."