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Post by Ambria Sibley on Apr 1, 2009 16:51:04 GMT -6
  &&AMBRIA SIBLEY
Ambria Sibley, law school escapee, opened the sliding door to the airplane’s front lavatory. The plane began to shake and a pit in the depths of her stomach told her feet to move a bit quicker then the Sunday evening stroll pace that they were currently set at. When the pilot began to announce a desperate call through the over-com and yellow oxygen masks were released from their upper storage compartments, Ambria knew that the pit in the depths of her stomach was seeing a future that she wasn’t going to like.
It all seemed to happen so fast. Only a foot in front of Ambria’s next step, she began to see the inner-exterior of the plane. Wirers and scraps of metal sprang from a whole that was being torn through the center of the aircraft. No – the airplane was ripping in half! Now as Ambria saw her seat in the tail end of the plane falling into the ocean she decided that she shouldn’t walk quite so fast to get there.
Ambria gasped with a look of practically indescribable horror washing over her facial features. She turned in a 90 degree angle on heel and began running to the cockpit. Screams were being emitted from seated passengers and all hell broke loss. Running for her life – running towards nothing, but a dead end and forceation to face the crude reality of death; death that was nearing by every terror filled second.
Metal and shrapnel, sticks of deodorant and jeans, flames and sparks all flew through the air and as a large strip of the plane’s exterior popped up, it flew right into Ambria’s skull; piercing the back of her head and sticking out the front of her forehead. She fell to the floor. No more running was in store on the plane for Miss Sibley because she was dead. Or was she?
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As the plane flew farther and farther downwards more innocent (and some not so) souls met the same fate as Ambria, though no one else would experience what some higher power had in store for our law school escapee. Ambria was tossed about and thrown harshly about the cabin of the once whole plane. Anyone who was still alive had fled the plane which was now up in flames in some parts. Ambria’s body, still warm with defeated prayers, was tossed out a small window of the plane that a man in a suit had broken to escape near death. She lay on a bed of golden sand. Her hair, no longer in its once perfectly neat bun, blew wildly with the ocean‘s misty breeze. A long strip of metal still pierced through her skull.
In her lost soul, floating above the island along with the rest of departed passengers, Ambria felt her fingers tingle. She hadn’t felt anything, but numbness in ages in seemed although she had only been dead a few minutes. The tingling sensation began to move, slowly, up into her palm and out her wrist to her arm. The same sensation was starting in her toes and working it’s way up her ankle.
While the other ghosts were flying up into the sky and some down into the ocean to who-knows-after, Ambria began to regain her color. Her navy shirt once again looked a faded navy and her gray shorts once again looked a faded gray. Her tinted green eyes were even replacing the pervious colorless voids in her eye sockets.
As Ambria’s soul drifted down to the sand it met with her limp body and actually combined with her physical half. She fully felt her body’s old sense again; the sand between her scratched toes and the mist in her bloodied hair. She was alive!
With a sense of shock and disbelief, Ambria’s brown/green eyes opened again to see a sun of which rays she was so thankful she was feeling. She was alive! She had come back to life!
An unbelievable afflicted, agony raging, gushing blood, treacherous pain was stabbing the middle of forehead all the way through the back of her brain. She remembered clearly and shiningly what had happened on the plane, but she didn’t dare and test her memory. She prayed that what she knew was true - was not. Perhaps it’s only a headache? I must have hit the ground pretty hard. Ambria thought, but knew that was a lie.
She was lying on a nameless beach in the middle anarchy – with a metal pole piercing her head, and she was alive!
Tags; My fuselage peeps! >,< Word Count; 748 Music; Pretty. Odd. CD by Panic! At The Disco Notes; Yes, I did make up the word forceation, thanks for asking. (; Oh, and in Emmett's first post, he stepped over a woman with metal in her head; hehe, that was Ambria. I also apologize about the length. I spent all last night and all day at school today fantasizing and planning out Ambria's grand appearance! XD Credit; Pixie of Blank Pages with color edits by Abby
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Post by Jack Singer on Apr 1, 2009 19:59:35 GMT -6
The girl had, in fact, only been unconscious. But if Jack knew she was going to scream like that, he wished she would have woken up after he walked away. He nearly fell over from the surprise of her sudden shriek. She obviously wasn't used to this. Well, he wasn't too accustomed to waking up with large cuts on his arms after a plane crash, either. "Well, you can start off by paying for my hearing aid," He said sarcastically. This girl needed to go down a few notches, first of all. "You just need to calm down. I can help you," He told her.
"As you can probably guess, we're pretty low on supplies, so I can only put pressure on the cut to help slow the bleeding." Since he no longer had sleeves, he took off his button-up shirt, quickly checking the white undershirt for spots of red. There were none, so he tore the already tattered shirt and tied it tightly around the girl's cut. "That should do for now. You'll live," He assured her.
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Post by Adam Barsow on Apr 2, 2009 13:22:55 GMT -6
Adam lifted his head weakly, looking around. There seemed to be a lot more life than when he had looked around an hour ago. He heard loud gasps. He heard breathing. I can hear people breathing from this far? The closest person to him was about half a mile away, he estimated. To hear that man's hearing was impossible. He got up, tried to stand on two legs, but fell back down on his back. Adam looked at his body - HOLY CRAP! He had four paws, not hands, and he had claws sticking out from his "fingers". His belly was white - why wasn't he wearing any clothes. Adam's clothes were shredded beside him, and he gasped - or at least tried to. Adam continued to analyze his new body - still confused and dazed. I'm a... dog. He refused to accept this point, but he raced on toward the people. He wasn't sure where his scars had gone, but he didn't care right now; he felt no pain anyways. Adam stopped beside a tall, russet-skinned man [ E m m e t t ]. He then glanced at the gasping woman - So she was the one that was gasping so loudly. What's going on with her? Adam looked at the russet-skinned man, then the tanned woman [ K a y l a]. They were helping her. He couldn't help. To them, he was just a dog. [/center] |
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Post by Caroline Chapman on Apr 2, 2009 18:51:24 GMT -6
 ( CAROLINE CHAPMAN )H[/color][/size] er hyperventilating slowing, Caroline placed her dirty and blood-smeared hand on her chest, taking deep breaths in and out. She rubbed her arm where her cut had once been lightly, then looked up at the man who was her savior in her eyes. "Thanks," She said quickly, running her fingers through her tangled, messy, and now dirty blonde hair. Realizing how crazy she had acted over a cut in front of a stranger, she stammered, "Well, sorry for breaking your hearing aid," She said in response to his joke. "It's not everyday you almost die in a plane crash and lose everything you brought covered in bledding cuts and blood and being left on a deserted island with no signs of civilization or hopes of being rescued." She went on, her voice getting louder and more panicked over the current situation, quickly in tears. "I want to go home, I don't even know where the hell I am!" Caroline met her hands to her face, shaking her head and sobbing.C[/color][/size] rystal clear drops of sobs running down her cheeks, Caroline heard odd shrieks of pain and distress, but not the about-to-die kind. "Sheesh, it sounds like the girl's giving birth or something." Caroline commented harshly through tears. "Giving me a headache .." She muttered, getting up. Caroline scanned the beach for the things she had grabbed quickly in a panic-attack when she first saw the plane crashing. There, scattered on the sandy shoreline, she saw her cell phone, the bag of chips, the brush, and the blanket. Quickly gathering them up, she wrapped herself in the blanket that only had partly been dried by the sun, using one hand to keep the blanket around her and the other to brush her matted hair. She tucked the brush under her arm for a moment and turned on her phone. "Thank God!" Caroline cheered to herself, seeing that the Sidekick still worked. "UGH." She complained in disappointment moments later. "Not a single measly bar. Stupid service!" Caroline tossed the Sidekick to the ground, watching it slide against the microscopic grains of sand. Caroline sighed, going back to brushing her hair. She turned to her 'savior'. "Well, I'm Caroline.." She said, rubbing the tears away from her eyes with her free hand. She held it out for a handshake.[/center] |
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Post by Kayla Slater on Apr 2, 2009 18:55:07 GMT -6
K.A.Y.L.A She's a very kinky girl
The kind you don't take home to mother
She will never let your spirits down
There was a dog. Kayla nearly screamed, jumping backwards and crashing down into the bushes. She smacked away leaves and limbs, and stood quickly. "I hate dogs!" She snapped to no one in particular. Every since her father had brought her home an adorable little puppy that had the worst temper ever. He bit and howled and growled and soiled just about everything, or so it seemed. He chewed her stuffed animals. He peed on her rug. And he bit her hand when she tried to feed him. Glaring at the golden dog she took a few steps back, and this time she didn't land in the brush.
"So it looks like you've got it under control," the girl said, shifting uncomfortably. Just make something and get away from that dog! Her flaky, unpredictable nature came in, and whisked her away. Before running off down the white, sandy, she mumbled a quick, "So just call me back if you need any help." Limbs stretched outward, she darted away from the scene. Oh, no, Kayla needed to save herself, and if that meant ditching a pregnant lady and some guy, then so be it.
And then she collided with someone[Edward]. Letting out an oof, as they both fell into the sand. Meeting their eyes for a short period, she pushed herself to her feet. "Sorry," Kayla said. "I was running and I didn't see you there." A blush tinted her tanned cheeks pink and her gaze dropped to the ground. Not only had the planed crashed, as if that wasn't bad enough, she'd rammed into some poor unsuspecting person.
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Post by Edward White on Apr 2, 2009 19:38:02 GMT -6
Edward White
He wasn't the type of guy that would help you if you're car broke down on the side of the road. In fact, he'd smile at you, then drive by. If you dropped your credit card, he'd walk by without telling you. If you couldn't reach the box of cereal in the grocery store isle, he'd ignore you. Because that was the type of guy Edward was. Self-loving, world-hating. No one else cared about him, so he figured why care about them?
But then again that went back to his father and his mother and his numerous nannies and girlfriends and then there was Gwen. And it should have been him that died.
"Hey!" Edward snapped as he smacked into the ground. He had been walking around, thinking about how screwed up this was when some girl ran into him. The breath was momentarily knocked out of his lungs, but when it returned all he could think of saying was 'hey'. She apologized and stood, and blushed and looked at her feet. She seemed like a nice enough girl, on the outside. "First we get knocked out of the sky, then I get knocked off the ground my some running girl." He growled unhappily and got to his feet, wiping sand off his pants.
His steel blue eyes were sharp and angry, this girl better have had a good reason for slamming into him at warp speed, or close to. Maybe it's karma, Edward thought to himself. Because I didn't help those people back there. He looked down at the brunette. "So, why were you running so quickly?" Hurray for idle chatter about nothing.
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Post by Jack Singer on Apr 2, 2009 20:21:11 GMT -6
Jack had been involved in a helicopter crash once in Iraq. An RPG hit their helo and it went down. Miraculously, only one man, Private Jeffrey Benson, was killed in the crash. However, almost everyone, including Jack, was wounded. "Really? It happens to me all the time," He told the girl, slightly chuckling. When the girl suddenly started to cry, he hesitated before putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's alright, kid. We'll find a way off this island." He had no idea whether they would escape, but he needed to get this girl to stop crying.
He watched the girl get up and rush toward something, and he stood up himself, but stayed in the same position. He could see her grab some of what must have been her things. As she picked up a cell phone, Jack walked toward her. She would have no service, just like him. His theory was correct when she tossed the phone. "Kid, did you really think you could use your phone here?" He asked. Of course, it was barely ten minutes ago when he checked his own phone. When she extended her hand, he put out his own and shook it. "Nice to meet you, kid. Sergeant Jack Singer, at your service." Calling people who were younger than him 'kid' was just something he always did.
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Post by Caroline Chapman on Apr 3, 2009 16:52:06 GMT -6
( CAROLINE CHAPMAN )R [/color][/size] olling her eyes, Caroline sat down on the white sand again, stating pout-like, "I'm not a kid, thank you very much." She smirked, pulling the blanket closer around her as it slowly dried. Caroline suddenly noticed something extra in his name that wasn't there in normal people's names. "You're a Marine? Well, were.." The trails of her tears glittered in the sun as she sighed. Caroline wiped them off with her free hand, blinking them away. "I know I'm an emotional mess, okay?" She said, sort of frustrated. "I guess I shouldn't be bitching about everything that just happened, should I? Maybe it'd be better to figure out where we are or something," She continued, glancing over her shoulder, the beach slowly turning into forest as she looked farther away from shore.A[/color][/size] s her body protested with agonizing pain, Caroline pulled herself up with great effort, brushing off sand particles from her behind. She turned and stared into the trail of white sands turning to grass. Slowly walking toward it, her now old-looking shoes crunched against the microscopic rocks. The trees branched out and formed a canopy like the roof of a home over the forest floor. She walked closer and closer out of the beach and into the jungle. Once the front of her foot touched grass, she stopped in her tracks. Caroline loved the beach, but she'd never been in a jungle. "Oh God, I'm not going in there .. what if there's some hellish beast or something? It's like freaking wilderness." She covered her mouth with one hand, taking a step back.[/center] |
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Post by Jack Singer on Apr 3, 2009 20:54:42 GMT -6
She was going to figure out where they were? Jack couldn't even do that. "We're in the middle of nowhere, kid. There's no one else here but the people on the plane, and I don't think they know where we are, either," He told her. "If you can find out where we are, I'll throw away my GPS and use you when we get back to the states," He joked. He scanned the ground looking for anything that looked like it came out of his bags. A set of dark green binoculars next to a pair of sunglasses caught his eye, and he instantly knew they were his. He walked over, put on the sunglasses and placed the binoculars around his neck.
When he looked back, Caroline was standing near the forest, and he arrived next to her just in time to here her say she wasn't going in. He quickly scanned the ground and picked up a good-sized rock and picked it up."Just take this," He said, and handed the rock to her. "If anything comes at you, hit it on the head with that. Now, get going. Be sure to come back with some food," He told her, slightly smiling, pointing to the forest.
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Post by Caroline Chapman on Apr 3, 2009 21:46:26 GMT -6
( CAROLINE CHAPMAN )S [/color][/size] hrugging, Caroline had to admit, "Yeah, yeah, I guess I don't know where the hell we are .. but at least I could figure out what kind of island this is in the middle of nowhere, huh?" She stood there, staring into the dark forest. Caroline raised an eyebrow when Jack handed her a rock. "A rock? What if it's a vicious, man-eating tiger or something? What if I miss or it ducks?" She questioned, tossing the rock around between her hands from boredom. "W-well, I guess you don't have a sword with you, do you? I guess the rock'll do." Caroline took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. She reopened them slowly, taking a big step into the grassy jungle. She was almost completely hidden in the trees when, once again, she stopped."W[/color][/size] ait a second, aren't you coming, too? If you're hungry you have to contribute, no way I'm doing all the work, especially since God knows what kind of junk is in there .." Caroline's voice trailed off, and soon her fear of the jungle grew again. She wanted to add to her reasoning that she was extremely afraid of the darkness and of whatever could be in there, but she didn't want to look like a crybaby, so she stuck with what she had said. "I need some manpower, I'm not going to be enough!" Caroline added, trying to add a little humor, except it was only half-hearted, her other half sad, angry, and scared at the current situation all at the same time.[/center] |
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Post by Adam Barsow on Apr 4, 2009 13:58:22 GMT -6
The golden dog whimpered as Kayla shrieked, “I hate dogs!” He thought most people liked dogs. Everyone he knew were dog-lovers. He watched intently as she scattered away, as if she was some disgusting roach. Adam didn’t know he could change into a different shape, and so he shrugged and turned back to the gasping woman. I wonder what’s wrong with her. I was a stupid wonder. For God sakes, the woman was gasping like she was dying, her belly was huge… What else could point to the fact that she was PREGNANT? Adam shook his doggie head and sat down, staring at the woman and the man. Maybe the Native American-looking man and the pregnant lady would like dogs better than the other girl. See, he already had names for everyone he knew: the Native American guy ( slightly racist, but he tends to do that in his head ), the pregnant lady, and the dog-hating lady.
Adam looked back and saw two people on the ground - the dog-hating lady and a new man. He couldn’t expect there to be only three people who survived the plane crash! His tail started wagging oddly, wanting to meet the new man. His dog instincts seemed to be getting the best of him. He trotted over merrily to the two, but it appeared he was just following the dog-hating lady. She would definitely get annoyed. He sat beside the new guy ( Edward ), his tongue lolling out playfully. Adam wondered if he liked dogs. Or just didn’t have any feelings toward them. Any reaction would be better than the dog-hating lady’s.
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Post by Emmett Beckett on Apr 4, 2009 19:58:50 GMT -6
(( OCC:Sorry it's suckish. I'm museless.)) 
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Emmett rolled his eyes at the girl. 'It's just a dog lady! Get the hell over it! There are worse things happening." He muttered coldly. He wasn't great with people. He was great with animals though and he felt his mood soften as the dog stopped walking beside him. "You'll be fine, just breath.h The contractions aren't real. It comes and go if you are under stress. They'll get further apart over time and will stop altogether later on." He said, not looking her in the face or even bothering to sugar coat it. He didn't like to make things seem better than the situation was. He wiped his hands off and walked away from the crowd.
He stumbled and fell against a tree. He heard buzzing in his head, but it wasn't real. He usually heard the buzzing when he had a hangover, but it was louder and worse than usual. His head was pounding and he felt sudden anger rush through him. He wasn't use to being so angry. He cursed his parents for being alive, he cursed the woman for being pregnant, he cursed the pilots for letting the plane crash and he cursed God for letting this happen. A sudden rotting smell reached his nose and he gagged. He jumped up and twisted around. He stared in horror at the tree. Bugs were all over it and it was rotting before his very eyes. He felt his stomach twist and he puked for the second time. "What the hell is going on?" He yelled.
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Post by Claire Littleton on Apr 4, 2009 21:48:52 GMT -6
Claire clenched her fists, the tiny pinpricks of pain from her nails digging into her palms giving her some small distraction, something to ground her. Trying to focus her breathing, slowly inhaling, then slowly exhaling, she asked Emmett, "Really? A-are you sure?" She had heard of false labors, but only in passing. She hadn't considered that she'd ever have to deal with that. And if she had, she'd counted on dealing with it in a hospital, with fully qualified doctors there at her side.
She continued to stare at the clear blue sky, because that was better than looking at the wreckage littering the beach and panicking again. Sure enough, the contractions started to get further and further apart. She whispered a thanks to whatever god was watching over her, and gave her that small blessing. If she had to give birth after just having a near-death experience, she didn't think she'd be able to handle it. She would have overloaded, and just fizzled out, given up, thrown in the towel.
When the contractions had nearly stopped, and she was just experiencing occasional twinges, Claire took the risk of taking her eyes off of the sky, and to look around herself. She saw that the young man who'd carried her to the treeline before had wandered away a bit, and was leaning against a tree. And then between one blink and another, the tree was suddenly rotting and covered in bugs. Claire gasped, and scooted herself backwards a couple of feet. "What?" she breathed. It was all like some bizarre, horrible nightmare. With no idea what else to say, Claire called to Emmett, her voice unsure, "Are you alright?" |
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Post by Yggdra Zeit on Apr 5, 2009 5:40:40 GMT -6
 
I've been around the world in the pouring rain
Feeling out of place, really feeling strange,
Take me to a place, where they know my name
Cause I ain't met nobody that looks the same
-- It was like a nightmare. An unreal, horriffic, terrifying-enough-to-be-a-horror-movie nightmare. She had thought she had died, honestly. But, as she heard screams, the realization that she had not died hit her. Death was supposed to be simple and peacefull, not filled with pain and screams. Death was easy, living- now that was the hard part. Crimson liquid dripped down her temple and onto her cheek, and as she lifted her hand to feel what it was- she was sickened to find out it was her own blood. There was a painfull throbbing on the right side of her head, though she didn't want to find out what it was. With her luck it'd probly be something like a shard of metal sticking out of her head. She shuddered at the thought. In reality, it was just a bad bump on the head, but you'd start to overreact, too if you were her.
-- She was relatively uninjured, meaning she was hurt but was still able to function. Battered and bruised, her pride was pretty much all she could use to walk. Ah yes, the world-renown pride of Yggdra Kenara Zeit. Well, sure that was overselling it, but anyone who knew her was also used to her and her stubborn pride. But how long would that last here? As she stood up and started to walk away from the plane wreckage, she felt a sharp pain course through her leg and toppled onto the ground. "Tasukete!" The girl instinctively called, though almost immediately she forced herself to stand up again by leaning on a nearby tree. Nothing she couldn't handle...right? Taking another glance around, she hoped they were at least somewhere where help was on the way. But they weren't. "Mayotte shimai mashita..." She had to admit it. They were all lost.
-- And what did Yggdra feel? No, not sadness or fear. Anger. No, not just anger- she was enraged. This was what she got for trying to meet her father, who didn't want her anyway. She wasn't even remembering the fact that she felt and looked like Hell at the moment- she just felt pure rage. And as she did, she felt her face become a bit warm. Probably a bit too warm. Wait, there was a fire nearby...really nearby. Looking to her right, she gasped and stumbled backwards to see that the tree she had been leaning on had set on fire. "Kaji!" Oh, this was perfect. Now things were spontaneously combusting. That was the topping on the nightmare that was this goddamned day. Damn it all to Hell. Well, that was pretty much where she was at the moment.
-- As she listened, there were voices that sounded closer to her and ones that sounded more far-off. She guessed that she should at least find the others and see who was still alive and who wasn't. Hopefully, the pilot was still alive. They were trained in these sort of things, right? She could only hope. Walking closer to the shore, she found a few people (and a dog) crowded around a very pregnant looking woman. She wasn't having a baby, was she?! "Sumimasen! Anata nihongo wo hanashimasu ka?!" No, of course none of them would speak her language. They would most likely speak English. Sure, her mother spoke it sometimes, but she never had to speak it before. Her life was changing in the blink of an eye.
-- Okay, now to test out her skills in English. Wiping her face, she was now a bit embarassed. "Sorry, not used to speaking...English. Is she giving birth?" Yggdra asked, but soon seen that there was something more wrong. Holding back the urge to vomit, herself- she watched as a man threw up over something disturbing. "Wh-what? What's wrong?" Looking at the tree, she covered her mouth at the sight of all the bugs. She hated bugs. Screaming mentally, she closed her eyes and winced as if she were in pain- filled with disgust and anger once again. Another tree nearby crackled and sizzled as fire slowly killed it. Why was that happening again?!
-- Wait, the last time a tree set on fire...there was something familiar about that, too. And it wasn't just deja vu. Yggdra had gotten angry then. She had always thought of herself as powerfull, but not powerfull enough to start fires when she got angry! No, it had to be a coincidence. She couldn't be some kind of pyrokinetic freak. That stuff belonged in sci-fi movies or superhero comics. Her hand was still over her mouth, but now in shock. A silent tear fell down her cheek, though she quickly brushed it away. It was no time to feel sorry for herself. They had to find help.
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Post by Brandon 'Bee P' Parkin. on Apr 5, 2009 9:26:23 GMT -6
 
-- For most of the flight, Brendon had been asleep. Simple as. But five minutes before the plane hit turbulence, he felt the need to...go to the bathroom say. So he stuck his headphones in his ears and hit the little play button on his MP3 as he announced to his parents and younger brother, that he was going to the toilet. As he walked to the nearest toilet he saw the door slide shut, so he sighed and continued down the aisle to the next toilet.
-- The first little wave of turbulence came as a bit of a shock to Brendon, seeing as this was his first ever time on a plane. He'd been told the basic do's and don't's, and where the toilets where, the food and such. The Woman's voice asking everyone to return to their seats was very faint to Brendon and he couldn't really understand what she'd said anyway. The second wave of turbulence caused Brendon to slip and he smacked his head on an arm rest. Ouch.
-- Brendon stood back up feeling the bump on his head and as he pulled away his hand he noticed the blood. Not much to be serious but still, it looked painful. As soon as the oxygen masks dropped down, Brendon started to worry. He stumbled to the nearest empty chair and sat down, buckling up, as he placed his oxygen mask on. This was gonna be a bumpy ride.
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-- Splish...Splash...a sound like the crashing of the ocean which turned out to be the crashing of the ocean. Brendon opened his mouth to mumble something as a mouthful of salty water filled him mouth. He spluttered and opened his eyes sitting upright in the water. He was surprised that he could reach the floor, but the tide was low here...He looked round as he spat a mouthful of water out. The next sight made him instantly feel sick. He gagged into the ocean, but just managed to keep his airplane dinner down.
-- What Brendon's not so trained eye spotted first was the plane, which was looming over everything, except some of the people who had gathered in a small group. And at the moment in time Brendon just wanted to get out of the cold ocean. So he picked himself up and legged it to a patch of sand which was shadowed by the plane's mid section. He just lay there, a sick feeling in his mouth. After all, he had absolutely no idea what to do. So...he lay.
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