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Before she could comprehend what was happening, Paige found herself dumped into the washing machine, doused with water, then tumbled about with the rest of the laundry. At this point, she was sooo glad she couldn't feel while in shift. But she could still talk.

"Hey! Turn this damn thing off! Get me out of here you little--" The chain of words Paige said next were hardly flattering, and best left out, especially in situations involving kids or people that looked like one.

"Turn it off, damn you! The purple shirt! The ****ing purple shirt!" Then again, Kid-friendly wasn't exactly Paige's forte. Though, perhaps it was better for the kid's sake if Paige stayed in there.

Paige found herself alone in the living room of the mansion, somehow. Who knew? Maybe everyone else had important crap to do or something. Unlike her, who spent her free time feeling down on herself or being given another reason to.

But it didn't matter that she was alone; in fact, she liked it that way, at least for what she was about to try. Mind you, it wasn't an idea as crazy as skinny dipping in the ice cold weather of the park, but it wasn't sitting around and reading "Shapeshifting for Dummies" either.

She noticed a quirk in her mutation; how sometimes it wouldn't work like she wanted it to, most notably when she was under pressure or her thoughts were occupied. For this exercise, as mentioned before, she was fully clothed. Well, in a Guns N' Roses tee shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans.

Taking a breath, the girl focused, thinking about the very shirt she was wearing. The size, the design, everything. But turning into an exact copy of the shirt wasn't fun, so she added her own touch to it. At least, in her focus she did. Time would tell if it worked or not.

In a flash, there was a shirt on the ground, much like the one she was wearing, only it was bright purple instead of black. Bingo.

It was bloody cold out here, and the thought came to Paige that this had to be one of her worst ideas ever. And to make it worse, she thought she heard footsteps. Then another set of footsteps. Then a splash. Oh crap! In a flash she was out of the lake, running for her clothes. Her body shivered from the cold breeze that picked up as her feet hit the icy grass.

But she couldn't find her clothes. She'd left them right here next to the lake! Without thinking, she shifted, and in a split second there was a beachball on the ground by the lake. The question that would remain unanswered was whether or not that was her intention. Well, at least she wasn't cold anymore. Hopefully nothing would pop her.

"True...I mean, it's funny how mutations work sometimes, isn't it? Some of us can't get it to work the way we want it, and others of us can't make it stop working." As she made it to the apartment, Paige looked at her, sorta. As well as an eating utensil could have, anyway.

"I change back when my emotions calm down completely...I think it's getting pretty close if we just keep talking. But..." She paused, tone softening. "I never properly thanked you. You know, for taking care of me after that thrashing..." Heh.

Paige made her way through the park, pulling her zipped blue hoodie tighter as she made her way through the lake, fighting the bitter January cold that New York was so stupid for. Heh...stupid. She was one to talk about that, wasn't she? Since she'd gotten to New York, all she'd done is get beaten up, made a fool of, and bested at what she once thought she was among the best at. No. In Los Angeles, she may have been top of the totem pole. Or maybe she wasn't; it was just her family name and their money making it seem that way. But here...she was nothing. She was weak.

Here, she had to make a name for herself. Get better, stronger. Toughen up. And what better way than what she had in mind? Okay, there were probably much better ways to do this. But maybe Paige had gone off the deep end. Or maybe she was crazy to begin with, who knew. Alright, Paige. Time to toughen up...

Unzipping her hoodie, she let it fall to the ground, followed by her tank top, shoes, jeans, and the rest of her clothes. At this point, the wind picked up a little and she began to question her idea. But standing naked in the park, this was no time to turn back. She gave one more quick look into the darkness to make for sure no one had seen her.

Then, gracefully, she dove into the lake. The ice cold, bitter, unforgiving lake. Butt naked. "****!" was the first thing she exclaimed, then bit her lip, swimming across the lake and then diving under for a spell. This was unbearable, but she had to do it. She had to.

"Maybe...when I lived in California I thought I was all that. But I get here and realize I was just some spoiled brat with rich parents who got everything she wanted on a silver platter." She sighed, but then chuckled at the suggestion.


Hey, that's not such a bad idea. Maybe you can paint stuff for me and I can turn around and use them as album and poster art. Give you a cut of that on the sides too. Heh...tabloids...that may not be such a good thing," she finished with a small smile.