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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2019 0:39:11 GMT -5
Redfleck Sounds good. )
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Post by Redfleck on May 26, 2019 0:50:34 GMT -5
Eh, the quality is only alright for this response, but I'd rather write okay-rated responses and get the plane crashed than hold up the plot. Thanks for the patience.
Felice Marie BrendelLocation: on plane, currently flying | Status: cheerful | With: CecilyFelice smiled in return. Whatever Cecily was paying attention to in the airplane had totally flown over her head. The curly-haired brunette was never an observant person, though she did try her best. Without actually trying to listen, Felice had managed to pick up a few other names in other conversations during her own conversation's silence—though those names would likely go forgotten after a couple minutes anyway.
Then her seatmate suddenly spoke up. Felice was still facing her. "Cecily." She sounded out the name, nodding, and extended a hand out for a handshake. She introduced herself next. "I'm Felice. It's nice to meet you too!"
Nothing noteworthy happened for the rest of their conversation. Felice never had a chance to read the book she'd brought on board the plane. It wasn't much of a loss, from her point of view. She had just felt like taking it with her had she gotten bored.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2019 0:56:42 GMT -5
Nope! I agree!! I’ll get a response typed up. Also, I’ll try to get the other character I claimed finished!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 26, 2019 1:37:41 GMT -5
Whoop I’m down for the plane crashing!)
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2019 1:49:56 GMT -5
Cecily Abernathy “Alea iacta est...”
☼☼ ☼ ☼☼
The young Med student took the other girl’s hand without a moments hesitation. She had come to expect such gestures nowadays. Cecily wasn’t one for much prolonged contact, but a handshake didn’t bother her in the slightest. She gently shook Felice’s hand, “The honor is all mine. Do excuse me if I forget your name. I’m quite good at memorizing everything expect for names. It’s an awful trait of mine.”
She had once forgotten her professors name, and he had never let her live it down. They continued to talk for a while, the other conversations becoming stilted or more lively than before. Cecily did a bit more looking around, eyes snagging on a man with tattoos and gauges. He hadn’t talked in the slightest since he arrived, ear phones in and eyes closed. She hummed slightly before turning her attention back to Felice.
They were a few hours in when the turbulence started. Cecily gasped when the first wave hit the plane. It wasn’t hard enough to knock her it of her seat, but by the silenced conversations around her, it had gained attention. She took a breath steadied herself in the seat. It would pass, the turbulence would pass. Besides, if it was something the pilot couldn’t handle, he would warn them... right?
The second wave rocked the plane so hard, she screamed. Cecily gripped the seat and felt the panic rising. The plane started to tremor, heard the intercom come on with the sound of the pilot’s voice. She closed her eyes and leaned back in the seat. Masks fell from the ceiling, but she was too frightened to reach up for them. Suddenly, she understood what was happening.
We’re going to crash.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2019 1:51:15 GMT -5
I’ll get the other dudes bio up tomorrow. I kind of introduced him in Cecily’s post so he’s good for now.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 26, 2019 16:42:44 GMT -5
Perri had been continuing her chat with Reuben and Edge, who remained as lively and energetic - and funny - the entire time.
In fact, she had been mid-sentence addressing both of these boys when the turbulence hit. The first wave was enough to get everyone’s attention and, after the initial gasp, stun the occupants of the plane into a stunned silence. It was just turbulence, Perri told herself, nothing to worry about.
But it soon became evident something was wrong as more turbulence hit, harder than before. Even the flight attendants looked concerned. And that was when the pilot’s voice began to sound, saying words Perri wasn’t really taking in. She was paralysed with fear, couldn’t move or speak or do anything but pray that whatever was happening would stop. That she’d wake up and it would be a dream.
The silence was now screams, the others on the plane as the turbulence got more severe and the pilot continued to talk. Perri has originally let out slight gasps, but now there was a scream coming from her too, a scream she didn’t think she’d ever be able to make. The pilot was saying they were going down, as the plane shuddered and loud cracks and bangs sounded from unknown sources.
It wasn’t a dream, it was very very real. The thing that finally spurred the young woman to action was when the oxygen masks fell down, as she reached forward to grab one and try to put it on.
She couldn’t believe all of this. The screams were now silence again as people tried to get the masks on.
Perri just braced, and closed her eyes, and tried to pretend it wasn’t happening. Trying to ignore the smell of fear or the feeling of the plane dropping.
This wasn’t real. It wasn’t real.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 27, 2019 0:17:11 GMT -5
When the plane had experienced its first few minutes of turbulence, Reuben had brushed it off. "Don't worry too much. Planes do this all the time," he confidently assured the people around him. Even when the "Please fasten your seatbelts" sign had come on, he hadn't seemed worried. But when the deafening cracking noises of the plane breaking down filled the air, and the passengers, and the pilot began to scream in fear, all of Reuben's confidence disappeared, and he began letting out a string of curses under his breath. Scrambling to put his oxygen mask on as soon as they were released, he forced himself to take deep breaths.
As they descended faster and faster, Reuben felt himself get lightheaded, and was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. But he was able to keep them long enough to watch the front of the plane get ripped off, taking the pilot, the host, and two students with it.
And then, there was nothing.
(he passed out, he didn't die haha.)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 27, 2019 16:45:41 GMT -5
(ooh that was good leo <3
alright let's pick up where the plane has officially crashed!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2019 16:59:42 GMT -5
(Okay cool x I might not be able to get a post up before I go to bed but, they crashed on a beach, yes? And how much of the plane and stuff remains?)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 27, 2019 23:11:04 GMT -5
(Yes they do! And let's say the back 2/3 of the plane remains, so they have their luggage and what not, but a lot of stuff gets ruined/burned/etc)
Slowly opening her eyes, Miller groaned, and put a hand to her head, which was pounding hard. Feeling something warm and sticky, she pulled her hand away to see it covered in blood. Realizing she still had on her oxygen mask, she sloppily pulled it off, then looked around in a daze. Smoke filled the air, making it difficult for her to process her surroundings. Coughing as she breathed some of it in, she tried to sit up, but was unable to because of her seat belt. Dropping her hands to the latch, she pulled at it, but wasn't able to get it unbuckled. Couching again, she tried to pull harder, but to no avail. Looking around, she squinted as she tried to see through the smoke. "Help..." She muttered, before trying again louder. "Somebody help me!" She cried, beginning to shake as she began to have flashbacks to the plane crashing. "No...No this isn't real...this didn't happen," she stammered, as tears streamed down her face, from both the smoke, and the memories began to flood her senses. "Help me! Please!" She screamed, yanking at the seat belt harder as she began to feel her lungs fill up with the dangerous smoke.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2019 0:34:43 GMT -5
Cecily Abernathy “Alea iacta est...”
☼☼ ☼ ☼☼
She awoke to the ringing.
Ringing. Was it her phone? Why was it so loud? Had she fallen asleep on the plane? Her medical books had said that victims of head trauma sometimes experienced tinnitus. Did she have head trauma? She hadn't hit her head...
Had she?
Cecily tried to pry her eyes open, but they felt sticky. Slick. Her arms moved easier and she brought them forward to her eyes. They pulled back wet. Oh. The woman forced her eyes open, but it was a haze. She dropped her arms back down to the ground where they had been. Since when had she been on the floor? And since when had she had on an oxygen mask?
The ringing continued, but started to lessen. A concussion. Or just bleeding. Maybe internal. The smart thing to do would be to stay still and wait until help arrived. She couldn't remember why she was bleeding or how she had been forced halfway from an airplane, but she knew she needed to stay still. Help would arrive.
"Help.... somebody help me... please..." Was that her? No. It was one of the girls. Miller. Now how did she know that? The girl's cries cut through the ringing and Cecily struggled to get up. The smoke was thick in front of her. Why was there so much smoke? No matter. She needed to get to the one that was crying. She needed her. Cecily pulled herself to her knees and started forward, vision blurred and hearing waxing and waning like the moon.
It was only a few feet, but it felt like a lifetime before she approached the girl's seat. Her words puffed out the air bag on her mouth. Shaking, Cecily pulled it off before sitting in front of the girl, "Stop moving... You're fine - I - I have medical training..." She gripped at the seat belt and tugged until it came undone with a violent snap. She coughed, "Stay still, Miller."
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 28, 2019 0:48:32 GMT -5
Wincing as she felt the seat belt finally release her, Miller fell forward, gripping the seat in front of her for support as she struggled to follow what the girl who had just helped her was saying. "We have to get out..." she gasped, trying to stand up, but collapsing back into her chair as she felt a sharp pain in her right leg. Looking down, she saw a large piece of shrapnel poking out of her calf. She knew she shouldn't take it out without having something to stanch the bleeding, but there was no way she was going to be walking out of here on her own.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2019 1:02:01 GMT -5
Cecily Abernathy “Alea iacta est...”
☼☼ ☼ ☼☼
Cecily felt a curse rise to her tongue. Hasn’t she just told the girl to stay put? She pushed through the haze and the smoke and swallowed the panic filled words down, down, down. The ringing returned when she caught sight of the piece of metal in the girl’s legs. Not even four years of paramedic training and Biomed had trained her for the carnage. She might have thrown up at the sight if she could fully make it out around the blur.
She reached up to the bridge if her nose and felt the blood there again. No glasses. And no contacts. She might as well have been blind.
Cecily put a hand on the back of the seat in front of her and began to pull off her shirt. It clung to sweat and grim and blood, but pulled away easy enough. Hands shaking she avoided the metal as best as she could before tying the fabric above the wound, “I don’t want to pull it. You could bleed out.”
She breathed once through her nose and pulled the fabric as tight as her exhausted muscles could. With a sharp tie and a groan at the sharpened ringing, Cecily looked at the girl, “But you can’t get off the plane unless this comes out. Give me your shirt. I’ve - I’ve stopped the blood flow but it’s still going to bleed unless I have something to put in the wound.”
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2019 1:21:32 GMT -5
I’ll write a Perri thing soon x)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2019 4:18:00 GMT -5
Temperance Alcott awoke sprawled on the ground, a pain in her head so bad that she felt she would vomit if she tried to move. Everything ached, but she was aware of the sharpest pain in her left arm and on her right calf. She could tell immediately that this pain was not about to subside, she needed to move. She was aware of the sun beating on her back, she knew she risked sunburn or heatstroke if she didn’t move and try and find some shade soon.
What panicked her most, though, was that she didn’t have the slightest idea how she had gotten here, or indeed where she was at all.
So slowly, she sat up, her right hand to her head; she couldn’t move her left one. There was blood on her temple, staining the white blond strip of hair red at its roots. But that didn’t seem too bad right now. Maybe just a concussion? She didn’t actually vomit, thankfully, though admittedly she did wretch a little when she sat up.
The oxygen mask was still on her face — seeing that explained a little more about what had happened, it was clear she’d been involved in a plane crash — and she quickly removed it.
The memories were starting to come back now. The screaming and the smell of fear and blood. She wasn’t sure how she was still alive, but she was. She had to try and find the others, if she could.
Her left arm was her next priority. She didn’t have to look at it for long at all to recognise that it was broken. Her right calf...well she could see a patch where her jeans had ripped and through it she could see burned skin. It looked like she’d sustained some burns there. It hurt a little when she breathed, she suspected she had breathed in some smoke or something? It was difficult to tell but her throat burned.
She managed, after a long time (or what felt like it) to manoeuvre herself to her feet. It was very painful to walk on her burned leg, but she didn’t have a whole lot of choice at that point. Holding her broken arm, she looked around to see if she could find the boys she had been sitting with. She could see some of the other students already up and helping those around them, and her aim was to help them out. She just needed to get the boys first and see if they were okay.
What were their names again? It was slowly coming back to her, but her memory was fuzzy. Oh, wait...
“Reuben?” Perri called “Edge?”
She wasn’t far from the plane, the wreckage of which was behind her. She had been sitting near the front, perhaps the impact of the plane hitting the ground had thrown her from the plane, through the gap where the front part had been. She wasn’t sure anymore.
She wanted to find Reuben and Edge and help the others if she could, because right now she was terrified and she just needed to see some familiar faces in this whole thing. If she could find them, or indeed anyone else from the wreckage who needed help, she could try and help them out.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2019 4:18:42 GMT -5
(I hope that makes sense XD I didn’t really know what I was on about)
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Post by Redfleck on May 28, 2019 14:14:59 GMT -5
( Sorry I haven't written anything for the crash yet. I'll get Felice in by today. )
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 28, 2019 14:21:37 GMT -5
(it’s ok! I’ll get posts for Reuben and miller up soon!)
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on May 29, 2019 0:39:39 GMT -5
Magic Rising ~ * ~ * ~ The first thing Magic became aware of was the sound of crashing waves. For a time there was nothing else. Then, slowly, his other senses returned. He smelt smoke and burning metal. He tasted sand and blood, an odd mixture he didn't immediately understand. Then came a stabbing pain from what felt like every inch of his body.
With a groan, he went to roll over - he was on his stomach, which he also didn't understand, for he hates sleeping on his stomach - but stopped with a gasp when the pain he felt increased tenfold. He forced himself to remain still, and with his eyes closed - he had yet to open them, some instinct telling him he would not like what he saw if he did - he ran mental hands over himself, searching for where he hurt the most.
It didn't take long to discover the point of most pain was his abdomen, lower left side to be precise. His right wrist also smarted something fierce, his head felt like it was being hammered open from the inside, and there was a burning pain emanating from his left leg, right below the knee.
He drew in a deep, slightly painful, breath. Then he opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was sand. White and gold and red, shimmering the the sun and so close he could see individual grains. For a brief moment, he was distracted with the thought that this view of the sand would make a bloody brilliant picture. But then that one word - bloody - made him realize that was what the was staining the sand red. Blood.
His blood.
And suddenly Magic remembered what happened, how he got here and why he was hurting everywhere. The trip. The plane. The turbulence. The screaming.
And the crash.
Magic sucked in a breath, then flinched at the flare of pain it caused. Ignoring the pain as best he could, he forced himself into an almost push-up position, his head and shoulders raised, his weight supported on his elbows and forearms. He would have gone further, but he ran into a bit of a problem.
There was a large stick protruding from his side.
“Shit,” he breathed, the enormity of the situation bringing the swear word forth without a second thought. Magic wasn't much of a curser, never had been, but he suddenly felt like uttering a string of them. Instead, he gritted his teeth and pushed himself all the way up.
First he went onto his knees, as if he were about to start praying, but a bark of pain from his leg made him slide sideways so he was on his butt. Then he slowly straightened his left leg so he could see the damage there.
His relief that nothing was broken or out of place was brief, for the long, wide gash that stretched from the outside of his knee to halfway down his calf, was hardly reassuring.
Resisting the urge to swear again, Magic turned his attention to his wrist. (He was ignoring the stick in his side for the time being, lest he start panicking.) He made a fist, relaxed it, and then wriggled his fingers. None of that caused too much pain, but when he tried to bend or twist his wrist, the jolt of pain made him hiss through clenched teeth. Jaw tight, he prodded the tender joint with his left hand. It hurt, but he was pretty sure it was just a bad sprain; nothing felt broken, in any case.
Next Magic lifted his uninjured hand to the base of his skull. He flinched at the contact, and his fingers came away bloody. “Damn it,” he muttered. A possible concussion, a badly sprained wrist, a deep cut in his leg, and a bloody stick in his side. So much for a peaceful vacation.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on May 29, 2019 0:41:02 GMT -5
Mylo Evans ~ * ~ * ~ Edge woke with a start. He immediately let out a grunt as his sharp movement sent a stab of pain through his entire right side, from his shoulder to his toes. Confused, he looked at his body for injury but saw none. When he prodded with his left hand, however, he certainly felt plenty.
His shoulder was sore, and it hurt to move even a little. His arm was numb. His side was tender. His hip was bruised. And his leg from the knee down had somehow been forced under the seat in front in him. When he tried to free it, all he got was a flash of red-hot pain. He was stuck.
With trembling fingers, he turned his attention to his seatbelt. It took him several tries before he could unclasp it, and when he did he let out a breath. A stabbing pain pierced his side when he pulled in a new one. The feeling was familiar.
Well, that explains the tenderness, he thought irritably. He had fractured, possibly broken, a rib, maybe two. He'd broken one years ago, when he fell out of a tree, and he'd been warned rebreaking it would be easier and more likely than the original had been. Seemed the doctor hadn't been joking. Guess I won't be putting on any shows in the near future.
The thought was moot; he'd just been in a plane crash. Of course he wasn't going to be performing any time soon. “Get your priorities straight, Evans,” he muttered to himself. He leaned forward, wincing at the pain in his side and shifting slightly so there was less strain on his right side. He tried to peek over the seat back in front of him, looking for Reuben and Perri.
He could see Perri's seat, but there was no sign of Perri. It hurt too much to see into Reuben's seat, so he fell back against his own with a groan. He wasn't sure what hurt more: his broken rib, or his trapped leg. Neither was letting him get anywhere close to comfortable.
“Reuben,” he said, voice hoarse. He frowned. Why was his voice hoarse? He remembered hearing others on the plane screaming, but he didn't remember being one of them. Then again, he could totally believe he would block such memories for their embarrassment factor. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Reuben,” he said, louder. “Reuben, are you there?”
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 29, 2019 2:11:36 GMT -5
"My shirt?" Miller mumbled, confused as to why she should give this stranger her shirt. But, too in pain to argue, she slowly slipped off her tank top and handed it to the blonde who was standing above her, tying her own shirt around Miller's leg. Hearing someone else ask if they needed help, Miller nodded, but winced at the piercing pain that the small motion caused. "I can't walk," she explained, shutting her eyes to shield them from the smoke. Then remembering her companions from the flight, Miller forced herself to open her eyes to look for the two boys. "Magic..." she murmured, shifting her gaze to the empty seat next to her. Her heart began to pound as she saw it was empty, and she craned her neck to see if Aiden was still in the plane behind her. Locking eyes with him, she glanced back at the tall boy standing in the aisle. "He needs help too," she said, before breaking into a fit of coughing. They needed to get out of this plane, and fast.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 29, 2019 2:57:40 GMT -5
Somehow, Reuben had survived the plane crash with minimal damage. When he had come to, his head definitely hurt, making him a little dizzy, but it was nothing he couldn't manage. Standing up, he scanned the beach, heart pounding as he took in the wreckage. Debris littered the sand, along with a few bodies here and there. He only prayed they were alive, and just passed out still. Stumbling through the sand as he slowly began to gather himself. Hearing her voice call out his name from somewhere either in or behind the plane, Reuben began walking faster. "Perri! Perri I'm over here!" He yelled, before rounding the plane and seeing her walking away from it until she heard his voice. As they got closer, he frowned, seeing her blood stained hair, cradled arm, and limp. "Are you okay?" He asked, even though she clearly wasn't.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 29, 2019 5:30:28 GMT -5
Perri heard the familiar voice, sighing with relief when she turned to see Reuben calling for her. She walked over to him as quickly as she was able to without going over on her leg or hurting herself.
When she asked if she was alright, the girl knew she must look not so great.
“My arm is broken, my leg is burned, and god knows what’s going on with my head. But other than that, I’m doing just fine,” she responded, a hint of joking and sarcasm in her voice with those last words, just to really let him know she was doing okay.
As okay as one could be doing in this situation, anyway.
“We need to find Edge,” Perri pointed out
There were a few moments of silence as Perri waited to see if she could hear Edge calling out for either her or Reuben. And then she heard it; Edge was shouting for Reuben. The blonde girl nodded towards the sound, leading the way towards it.
“Edge!” Perri called back to him “I’ve found Reuben, we’re on our way to get you.”
They needed to get him out and, f they could, try and rescue anyone else from the plane they could.
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