*El had been locked in the brig for a little over a month now. She had no idea when she’d be getting out, or if she even would. This left her with a lot of time on her hands. Time to think, to remember things she wish she could forget. All that kept running through her head was that last day, when she and Talia had thought they had made it. What ( Read more... )

*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... )

( Edie )

It was bad enough that John was struggling to find enough clothing to wear, despite his and Logan's trip to the laundry room to raid Nicky's clothing pile that had been ordered in. Oh no John had been absolutely fine since then, learning to cope in an unusual but frustrating situation. What had John currently riled was the fact that one of the ( Read more... )

She'd been hiding, not because she was powerless, not because she didn't know what was going on, not because she was scared. No. She was hiding because my god, if it wasn't hard being a teenager again ( 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... )

*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... )

The jeeps were getting packed up. They were taking three and Rogue had already decided, regardless of what anyone said; she was not staying in a jeep for the two hour drive to St Petersburg. She kicked her foot at one of the tires and glanced over at the barracks. Des was coming, Remy was going. But Ric was staying behind and Rogue would've loved ( Read more... )

Forge had seen his share of hard winters growing up in Montana on the rez; he had spent hours breaking skims of ice from basins and water troughs, was proficient at walking in snow shoes and knew the perfect mix of fatty oils to work into his hands to when they'd start to chap and crack--ironic as that knowledge was to him now. Yet for all of his ( Read more... )

It hadn't taken very long for Ophelia to hear the news. And as much as her little damaged mind could process it, she wasn't all that happy. But she hadn't rightly been aware of how she should feel. Death wasn't as sad as people thought, because it was the end of so much, and the beginning of something new. At least that was how Ophelia felt ( Read more... )