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Post by Claire Littleton on Mar 28, 2009 5:59:57 GMT -6
Flight 407 was a couple of hours in when the plane rattled slightly, causing plastic cups set on trays to shift and slide. Bing! A voice came on the intercom: "Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned on the fasten seatbelt sign. There’s a little bit of turbulence up ahead. Please stow your belongings and return your trays to their upright positions." A flight attendant began walking down each aisle with a trash trolly, picking up used cups and empty continental dinner trays.
The plane jolted again, and this time people hastened to snap their seatbelts snugly around their waists. The flight attendants hurried in their tasks.
Suddenly, the plane began rattling in earnest, jumping like it was being shaken in a tumbler. People murmured worriedly, but true fear only spiked through them when they felt in the pit of their stomachs the plane begin to lose altitude, and the oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling.
As people scrambled to put them on, the routine safety measures they had ignored at the beginning of the flight fleeing from their minds, the intercom came on again. "Please put on your oxygen masks, we’re experiencing some pressure changes and-"
There was a terrible roar as the plane swung around suddenly, and the tail end of it was ripped violently off, spinning away into the clear blue skies – clear blue skies that surely shouldn’t have yielded such turbulence.
Some overhead bins popped open, spilling their contents down onto passengers. A thin scream fought to be heard over the banging and shuddering of the plane.
Then with another great groan of tortured metal, there was a gaping blue hole in the front of the plane as well – the cockpit was gone.
They were going down. They were crashing. They were doomed. -----------------
Open to all Tail End survivors! |
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Post by Harlow Russo on Mar 28, 2009 15:38:15 GMT -6
"Are you alright?!" The voice was shouting yet Harlow could barely hear it over the yelling and screaming of the other people. Through all the commotion and chaos she sat next to a guy who was lying on his back, motionless, with blood everywhere. The guy was dead, she had checked, much to her dismay.
She looked up at the woman who had spoke, a hispanic woman in her late twenties, glanced down at the man, then nodded as she looked up at the woman again. "Yeah...yeah I'm fine." Her voice was hoarse and softly. She couldn't really see out of one eye, there was something in it and she had a headache, but she'd had worse.
Ana-Lucia frown and knelt down beside Harlow. "You're bleeding, badly. Here, hold this on your forehead and I'll be right back." She handed Harlow a shirt and lead the girl's hand to her forehead where there was a large, deep cut. Harlow watched as the woman stood up and ran off towards the water where bodies were still floating.
The wreckage had all gone into the water with the tail section so there were little debris scattered on the beach. Unfortunately, that meant most of the dead bodies were in the water, a couple floating back to shore.
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Post by Liam Andrews on Mar 28, 2009 17:08:01 GMT -6
Liam crawled out of the water and collapsed to the ground, spiting up atleast half a gallon of that sea water. The screaming coming from the suvivors was muffled. All he could really hear was his ragged breathing and his own beating heart. He stumbled around, trying to get to higher ground. As he was trying to stand, a panicked man ran by and knocked him over. He kept going and left Liam on the ground, with a bruised shoulder.
Liam tried to stand a few times, but every attempt was a failure. He was exhausted and probably injured. He was still too hyped up on adrenaline to notice the pain (with the exception of a major headache.) He opened his eyes and saw a young woman holding a shirt to her head. He wished he could help her. Get up. Get up! Liam pushed himself up and crawled over to the woman. "Miss, are you....alright?" he breathed.
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Post by Harlow Russo on Mar 28, 2009 17:37:25 GMT -6
Harlow was in shock, not really sure if this was reality or just a dream. A young man was talking to her and it took her a minute to take it all in. "Um, I think so..I-I have a cut." She pulled the shirt off her forehead, revealing a mass of dark red on her forehead and blood running down the left side of her face. She placed the shirt back over it, wincing.
"Are you okay?" She asked, suddenly realizing that he had crawled over to her. He looked exhausted, probably from swimming. She had landed in the water a little closer to shore then most, still buckled into her seat. Her father right next to her. She had unbuckled them and swam to shore, where she now sat.
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Post by Liam Andrews on Mar 28, 2009 17:43:02 GMT -6
Liam nodded his head and then slowly slid to the ground. The sand was so soft and he was so tired. He started to lose conciousness and he hoped someone helped the girl before she ended up like him. He gripped the sand and then let it slide through his fingers. Liam tried to keep his eyes open so that he wouldn't pass out.
"Why did this happen? Wher-where are we?" He watched the people scramble about like headless chickens and then turned his attention back to the girl.
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Post by Harlow Russo on Mar 28, 2009 19:02:57 GMT -6
Harlow watched the guy, a little worried about him. "I-I don't know..." She said to both his questions. She turned her head to look back over at the dead guy she was next to.
Ana-Lucia ran back to Harlow, a small bag in one hand a bottle of water in her other, her clothes soaked. "Okay, I'm going to need you to take the shirt off your forehead. I'm no doctor but it needs to be stitched up." She jingled the bag a little, it was good someone had brought a sewing kit with them.
Harlow's eyes widened a little. "Uhh...o-okay..." She was a little worried, she didn't want some random woman giving her stitches, but something told her to trust this woman. She pulled the shirt off of her forehead, the shirt covered in blood.
Ana-Lucia took the bottle of water and poured some over Harlow's forhead, washing away a lot of the blood so she could see the wound. It was pretty deep. "Sit still the best you can."
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Post by Liam Andrews on Mar 28, 2009 20:46:38 GMT -6
Liam watched her curiously and noticed the fear and apprehension in her eyes. She wasn't in a hospital and a complete stranger was offering to stitch her head up. His hand slid through the sand and slipped into hers. They were strangers too, but he was hoping that maybe the contact would help with the nerves. "Focus on anything but the stitching....you'll be alright, I promise." Liam kept his head down and tried to keep his body relaxed. He'd need his strength and energy later.
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Post by Harlow Russo on Mar 28, 2009 22:00:10 GMT -6
Harlow jumped a little when the guy slipped his hand into hers. "..can you distract me? And do you know what you're doing?" She took a deep breath before the woman took her head and pierced her skin with the needle and thread. She winced and squeezed the guy's hand. "Wh-w-what's your name?" She asked both of them.
"Ana-Lucia Cortez and yes I do. I'm a police officer." Okay so she wasn't anymore, it wasn't like anyone would know. She did a couple more stitches, keeping it nice and tight. They weren't perfect, but they would hopefully do the job. They couldn't keep this open.
Harlow had this feeling something wasn't right. "No you aren't." She whispered and winced again, biting her lip hard as Ana-Lucia stitched her up, she had already half was done.
"I was a former police officer.." Ana raised an eyebrow, wondering how the girl knew that she wasn't a police officer any longer. She noticed the girl had an accent, it sounded british. She decided not to ask any questions and focus on what she was doing. Where's Jack when you need him? Jack was a guy she had met at the bar while waiting for the plane. He said he was a doctor, but she hadn't seen him since the bar encounter.
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Post by Liam Andrews on Mar 29, 2009 6:53:18 GMT -6
Liam listened halfway to the conversation and rubbed the back of the girl's hand with his thumb. He was doing it to try and comfort her and he hoped it was working. The whole stitching process looked extremely painful to him.
When the police officer stopped talking, Liam figured it was his time to answer the girl. "Liam," he said softly. "What were you doing on the plane? Um, where were you going?" he asked, trying to keep her distracted.
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Post by Harlow Russo on Mar 29, 2009 9:01:59 GMT -6
Harlow squeezed Liam's hand hard again as Ana finished up. Once she was done, Ana carefully cleaned up the cut. "I-I uh...I was going to L.A. with my dad." She glanced at the guy who was laying next to her. "We were going to meet his fiance and her family. What about you?"
Ana-Lucia made sure Harlow was fine and then turned her attention to the guy that was lying down. "Are you okay?" She asked, prepared to go help the other people if Liam was okay.
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Post by Liam Andrews on Mar 29, 2009 9:17:07 GMT -6
"I'm fine," he said coughing up a little puddle of water and a bit of sand. Liam didn't really want some former police officer sticking needles in him. He'd rather just deal with the pain and infection. "Do you mind me asking what happened to your mom? Um....i'm sorry....I probably shouldn't have asked. I'm just....a curious person."
Liam pushed himself up into a sitting position and massaged his temples to try and rid himself of the massive headache. "Wait, so your dad's....your dad's here?"
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on Mar 29, 2009 9:35:40 GMT -6
"Alright, I'll be back," replied Ana-Lucia and she walked off to see if she could help anyone. The chaos was dying down, the panic turning into worry. People were huddled next to each other, trying to help each other cope with what had happened.
It made Harlow realize just how much people come together during a time of need. "Don't worry about it, my mom left when I was three. My dad...he was on the plane...he was sitting right next to me..." She felt her lip quiver and she pointed to the guy who was laying behind her. "...that's him..."
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Post by Liam Andrews on Mar 29, 2009 9:53:09 GMT -6
Liam felt terrible for even asking about her mom and dad. He didn't get on really well with his parents, but atleast he had them. "Sorry," he mumbled lamely. What was he suppose to say? The awkward moment died off quickly though as the moaning of the other survivors got louder. It was finally sinking in with everyone. They'd just crashed on an island in the middle of nowhere.
"Maybe, I should build a camp..." Liam knew what had to be done, but everyone was either too injured, tired or shocked to do anything. They had to build a camp, find food, build fires, etc. The sun would go down and they would have to wait for morning to do anything. Wasting time wasn't something they could afford to do. "You wanna....umm be in my camp?"
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on Mar 29, 2009 10:39:22 GMT -6
"A-a camp? As in tents and fires?" Harlow was still a little confused from her head injury, she probably had a concussion. Building a camp sounded like he didn't think they'd get rescued. She figured at least finding food was smart though. She was a little hungry.
She turned her head to look at the rest of the scene, people were whispering to each other and Ana-Lucia was talking to some black guy, both had serious expressions on their faces. Not like anyone had an expression anywhere near happy.
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Post by Liam Andrews on Mar 29, 2009 10:50:32 GMT -6
"A camp. We're going to need shelters. What if the weather gets rough or there are animals. No matter how long we have to be here, we need shelter and food." No one was in any condition to go hunting or fishing, but Liam felt as though he could probably go find some fruit. "You stay here, alright? You're injured. I'm gonna go try and find you some food." Liam didn't know why, but he felt very protective of this girl. He wanted to make sure she was alright.
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