Realistic or Modern A plane crash rp. ✈️ IC

[Briannaly]

REMEMBER: some characters landed on the beach, others in the jungle!

RUTH HALL

Ruth was buckled into her seat and fiddling with her cell phone, there was suppose to be WiFi on her plane but she was furious at the lousy signal. She groaned out of frustration and stretched out in her seat. “Ugh what the hell.” She murmured. Typically she’d be riding her own private jet from shoot to shoot but on this occasion she was being paid from and up and coming designer and leave it to her manager to not read the contract carefully. The dunce didn’t include jet transportation as a requirement in the paper work! Ruth would of fired him on the spot but she’s not an idiot. Then she would lose the opportunity and that’s a negative to her reputation of always being one step ahead in the fashion industry. Wasn’t gonna happen.

She powdered her face and touched up her lipgloss. “Wasn’t my champagne bottomless?” She scorned “So why is my glass empty?” She hissed for a flight attendants attention. Her complexion reddening with frustration. No jet, no cellphone, no champagne. Literally nothing was worse than this in her mind! Ruth rubbed her temples, all this was making her head screech.

It wasn’t stopping. It wasn’t her.

The sounds of screams terrorized the plane and air masks fell from the ceiling. Ruth strapped hers to her face and gripped her seat as tight as she could, this couldn’t be happening, not to her! Sounds of ripping and shredding muffled the screams. The plane was swarming erratically and that’s when it broke in half.

Ruth winced in pain from all the cuts and bruises on her body. She witnessed all the tragedy around her, she sobbed. Unsure of what to do, she shook as she unbuckled her seat belt and ripped the mask from her face. Ruth stepped over the bodies and managed through the shards of glass, metal, and smoke. Fear overwhelmed her and panic was setting in. Ruth sucked in heavy breaths and tears ran down her face.

There was no front of the plane and others around her noticed too, she hardly thought about that there were other survivors, she had lived. Ruth fell out of the plane and on to the sand of earth. It was hot and hurt her small cuts all over. A loud scream came out of her.

“Where am I???” She yelled. “Hello!”

 

[Zorgi]

Chase was sitting in his flight seat, excited about meeting his good old pal soon. ''Damn, how long before we reach it!'' He thought to himself, as he looked to his right at the person who have been snoring the whole flight. ''Ew gross, he is drooling.

''Damn, i gotta take a piss'' Chase thought to himself, as he took off from his seat, and went to the bathroom. He closed the door and looked at the bathroom: ''Dayum this spot is small as fuck''. He took a leak, and was in some of his favorite clothes. ''I really love this hoodie man'' he thought. Chase was done leaking so he flushed. He went to wash his hands, and stood and watched himself in the mirror. ''I better be looking good for the party girls in Australia'' he mumbles, as he laughs softly at his one saying.

Chase was checking himself out in the mirror, when all of a sudden he flew right up in the roof. smashing his head, and falling down to his knees. ''Oww!! What the fuck just happened.'' He said as the plane began to vibrate and was out of control. Chase kept laying in the bathroom, as he thought it was too dangerous to stand up. He scream ''HEEEEELP, IM IN THE BATHROOM WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON''. He suddenly blacked out.

Chase woke up, to the sound of the ocean, it was all silent unless that. He stood up, really dizzy, with a head bruise. ''Omg, is this reality?'' he said, as he couldn't barely see anything. All of a suddent, Chase heard a girls voice yelling “Where am I???” - “Hello!”. Chase really needed to get out of the bathroom to make sure that the girl yelling wouldn't leave him there. He opened the bathroom door, and saw a lot of bodies laying around. ''Oh my god.'' He noticed that there were no front of the plane. Walking through the plane dizzy he started to yell back to the girl who was yelling.
''Hello!, Im right here! Please don't leave me, i have no idea what is going on''. As Chase spoke his words, he fell down from the plane, all confused, he didn't know that there was such a long way down. His body fell right onto the sand as he blacked out.

Briannaly

 

[lion.]

Cole Casper Bradford
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He wanted to see it in color again. The boardwalk in glossy lights, the radio blaring Carribean, the salty taste of air while she stood in a sundress of flowy yellow, beachy blonde bussing about her shoulders.

“You won’t say no, will you?”He had asked, knee-deep into tuscan sand, a ring balanced between his thumb and index.

In the end, he was left infinitely alone. Carelessly alone.

Downing down another fourth of the burning standard bottle of vodka, his face rested against the dome-shaped window, watching the plane continue to soar through the thickened clouds lifelessly. His eyes were dry from crying unsuspectedly, and through blurry focuses and doubling glares he let himself peg a notice to someone resting adjacent from him with their mouth slightly agape. Her ears were occupied by achromatic colored ear plugs, connected to her phone that peeked out from her hoodie.

Too bad every f**king song felt so damn depressing lately.

A little beyond her seat was a short-haired brunette, fingers clicking away on haywired speed with as much turbulence as the plane.

It wasn’t an office. It was a plane with a shitty ass leg room and bumpy tails.

Most importantly, he was drunk. He was drunk beyond these clouds and the space they were flying in. Maybe that is why he didn’t feel the reeling screams of yells or the flippantly anxious cries. Somehow, by miracle or curse, in the pitching sounds of breaking eardrums and clanging chairs, and breaking wings, and collapsing ceilings, and utter and total mayfair of death-he stuck to his chair like a limp body. It chilled his bones of the way the plane condensed and crunched in architecture, but he was not able to witness it all. He was slowly zoning out again, cycling back to wishing to see color again. Memories. Life. Laughter.

But it was just...

Black.

 

[Alvaris]

Chaska Tate Meda

Chaska strolled down the aisle, pulling as his collar. He scanned the rows of passengers, watching for any movement or request of his assistance. Several of the passengers yawned and turned away from the aisle to snuggle up to whoever sat beside them. A man jumped up from his seat and shot into the aisle. Wide eyed, he glanced at Chaska before placing his hand over his stomach. Chaska smiled at the man before he dashed toward the loo.

Chaska chuckled and shook his head as he continued walking. He glanced over the rows but didn’t see Daliana on the other side. She must have already walked through. Yawning he stepped toward the station. Chaska rubbed the back of his neck before another flight attendant approached him.

“Watch out, there’s an entitled one on board,” Adrianna said, shaking her head. Chaska chuckled.

“The tall blonde?” He watched her board, paying special attention to how she looked down on everyone and it wasn’t due to her height.

Adrianna rolled her eyes and smiled. “I already warned everyone else.”

Suddenly the plane shifted, dropping, sending Adrianna and Chaska toward the ceiling before crashing onto the floor. Adrianna grabbed his hand before they scrambled to their feet and flung into their seats. Chaska buckled as the masks fell. The plane creaked and shifted, flinging Adrianna up before she had a chance to buckle.

Chaska reached for her as her body flung toward the other side of the aircraft. Her back crashed against plane as blood slid down her face. Her eyes were closed, and her body went limp. Chaska reached for the buckle before a screech rocketed through the plane and silence fell.​

 

[Briannaly]

Ruth sniffled and wiped away her tears. She heard another voice, someone answered her. Turning around though, she just saw another body laying in the sand. As she stood up she had racing thoughts going through her head. Ruth couldn’t rationalize the fact that this was an uncharted island. It had to be some sort of billionaires’ private property, in her mind. So naturally she anticipated all sorts of staff to come running and this would all be over. Maybe she’ll even make the international news cover for surviving a crash landing.

Thats what put her at ease. She sighed and looked at all the shrapnel of the plane. Never again was she flying first class, private jets only from here on out. Ruth noticed others emerging from the wreckage. She spotted a flight attendant still breathing and began to shake him in order to get him awake. Maybe there’s some sort of protocol in case of these events but she just needed someone to go back into the plane for her carry on.

“Wake up!” She said still nudging at the attendant.

Next was someone who she had noticed was also in first class with her. He was out cold too. “Hello?” She was getting irritated and where was the rescue squad? She planted herself in the sand again, now she really wished she had that damn champagne.

Alvaris [/user]
lion.

 

[Ghostiiys]

Daliana went through the rows of passengers , It was almost as if she was on auto pilot , looking to make sure everyone had their seat belts on . Making sure the overhead compartments where fastened tightly.

Double , even triple checking wasn’t out of the norm for this flight attendant. Often being teased by her coworkers because of her incessant need for perfection, especially Chaska who seemed to make it a habit to pick on her. He out of all of her coworkers just knew how to get to her.

Daliana sighed as she headed to the front of the cabin. Reassuring her passengers that the turbulence was normal and the pilots where doing their best to get us to their destination as smooth as possible.

As Daliana went to where the food and drink was kept. As a certain dreary man kept on hogging all the vodka , the plane plummeted to the ground. Daliana being lifted up by gravity and smashing her head on the ceiling. It was soon after that Daliana fell back to the ground , head spinning.

As the plane continued to descend shifting forward and Daliana being in an out of consciousness she flung to where the pilots door was , being thrown around like a rag doll , her body being bent in ways that almost defied physics. The pain and the fact she didn’t have an air mask on caused her to pass out as the air pressure plummeted. Daliana covered in her own blood on the floor.

As she came too she could only hear ringing in her ears. The only audible noise coming out of her mouth where groans of pain and confusion. Her body felt extremely weak as lifting her hand felt exhausting.

After a while she managed to open her eyes , crusted over by her own blood.

The ringing dimmed down as she could hear birds chirping , and the wind blowing. She couldn’t see very well as her eyesight was having trouble adjusting. Daliana crawled near a seat and used it as leverage. She just noticed that her ankle looked extremely bruised. Her back was in pain and she was bleeding out of her head. Her usually curly blonde hair sticking together in a dry clumped bloody mess.

“hello??” Daliana said weakly. In obvious shock she didn’t really think about if their where others hurt. Walking towards the light Daliana tripped as she didn’t realize there was a drop , half of the plane was missing.

she groaned and whined as the drop made her finally realize the pain she was in. But as her sight improved she could see she was on land , her bruised hands touching grass. Looking up where massive trees.

she was in some sort of jungle. But alone.
“Hello???? Anybody??” Daliana raised her voice in an attempt to shout but just strained herself as she sat up and looked around.

Was she really alone?

 

[SweetSublime]

Zoë chugged the whiskey from the small plastic bottle that was handed to her by one of the flight attendants. She looked up into the dirty mirror of the small lavatory when she heard a soft knock at the door. She opened it with a smirk and pulled in the stranger that she had befriended from a few seats behind her into the bathroom by his shirt. “What took so long?” she said, her words a bit slurred. She struggled with his belt as he planted wet kisses along her neck when there was a sudden shake of the plane. She didn’t pay it any mind when suddenly there was another and they were slammed into the wall of the tiny bathroom.

Zoë groaned as she tried to push the now unconscious man off of her. Another jolt of the plane slammed her up into the ceiling and back down to the floor of the bathroom onto the unconscious man. She rubbed her head feeling a wetness. She looked at her hand noticing blood. She attempted to get the bathroom door opened but it seemed to be jammed. “Hello?! Can someone help me?” She cried knocking on the door frantically. ThAts when the plane started to spin out of the sky. She gripped the toilet trying to hoist herself down breathing deeply a tear streaming down her cheek when everything went black.

She awoke to crashing waves. The lavatory door had been ripped in half. The man that was once in the bathroom with her was no longer there. She stood up unsteady trying to hold onto something before falling out onto the sand with a thud. She groaned sitting up slowly rubbing her head. The wound was still bleeding fresh blood. She winced at the pain trying to stand herself up. “hello??? Is any body out there?” She called. Her vision was still a bit blurred and couldn’t see quite straight, partly to do with the numerous whiskeys she had and the other part to her head wound.

 

[Zorgi]

Chase was blacked out for 6 minutes or more. When he came out of that kind of coma, he really thought that it was a dream. He got his answer quick which was a no. As soon as Chase opened his eyes after falling from the big drop from the plane, he saw half sand, half ocean. He was still a bit dizzy. Chase's mouth were really dry, he got sand and blood in it. As Chase were looking at the half sand, half ocean of dizzyness. He almost got shocked by 2 a body landing just in front of his sight. The body was groaning and was also moving. Chase was confused as he thought everyone was dead.

Chase rubbed his eyes with his sandy hands, as he begun to be less dizzy. He saw a tattoed girl calling out for help, she seemed hurt. He also saw another girl sitting in the sand a slightly more far away.
Chase smashed his hans into the sand, lifting himself up, now standing and looking at the people. He raised his arm for a cover of the really bright sun, as he walked closer with a bad bruise on his head. ''Hey guys? Are you okay? This isn't a dream is it?'', he said while trying to looke around at all the bodies, and the dark jungle just on the edge of the end of the beach. Chase walked closer to the people who seemed alive. He also saw a worker, it looked like a flight attendant. He was laying there, barely alive. But he seemed alive.

SweetSublime Briannaly Alvaris

 

[SweetSublime]

Zoë looked up towards the voice rubbing her eyes. She began to blink rapidly trying to regain her vision. Slowly a figure started to appear, a young man. She groaned quietly trying to stand up “no...” she said shaking her head holding it from the pain. “This doesn’t feel like a dream. It feels very much real”. She was finally able to stand herself up and stumbled slightly grabbing the young mans arm for stability. “Sorry” she managed to whisper. She stood up straight looking around the wreckage, there were bodies every where. She started walking towards the two that seemed to still be breathing. She kneeled down next to the man that handed her the bottles of whiskey earlier when the plane was still in the air.

She brought her ear to his chest, he was still breathing. She placed two fingers next to his carotid and started to measure his pulse. It’s low but he’ll survive she thought to herself. She gave the mans face a few soft taps trying to wake him. “Chaska?” She called noticing the name tag that still hung from the collared shirt. “Can you hear me? You need to wake up. Come on!” She snapped her fingers in front of his face this time.

She looked back up to the young man. “Hey you!” She looked over to the girl sitting in the sand further away looking helpless. “Can you check on her?” Zoë asked nodding in the girls direction. She groaned feeling her head throb holding the back of it. She looked back down at the flight attendant hoping he’d come to soon. She lifted him slight laying his head in her lap tapping at his cheeks again. “Come on buddy. Wake up” she whispered looking up and around at the nightmare that had just occurred. “Please” she mouthed.

Zorgi Alvaris Briannaly

 

[Zorgi]

Chase noticed the tattoed girl trying to stand up, as she answered and grabbed his arm. “Sorry” she whispered as she managed to walk. Chase saw that she went over to the flight attendant who barely looked alive. He went closer to take a look. When walking in the sand, it felt like he was sinking in quicksand, he was so tired. Chase stood by the girl and the flight attendant, he noticed that the girl looked at his name tag, Chase saw it too, it was 'Chaska'. As he stood there dizzy, the tattoed girl said something to him: “Hey you!”. Chase looked at her, a bit shocked, as he is right out of it right now.
Chase looked at the tattoed girl as she finished her sentence “Can you check on her?” nodding in her direction.

Chase looked at the girl sitting slightly far away. She had a lot of makeup on, nice clothes, and looked like she was being dragged right out of a fashion closet. The bruises and dust on her, made it worse.
He walked slowly over to the girl, while sinking through the sand with his Nikes, he now noticed that one of his shoes was missing.

''Hey. Are you okay? Any major injuries?'' he said as he was proud of the way he asked, he thought it made him look smart. Chase layed a hand on the girl's shoulder, as she looked up.

SweetSublime Briannaly Alvaris

 

[Raven14]

Callie put her second headphone in as she looked out the window. After a moment, she rested her head against it and let out a breath. She was flying to her grandmothers, her mother was supposed to come, but she ended up having to go on a business trip, so Callie was on her own. She pushed a piece of blonde hair behind her ear, before she closed her eyes.

Callie has dozed off for a moment, she had woken up to the plane shifting and other people taking down their air masks. Callie was quick to follow. She felt the plane jerk downward and closed her eyes in panic.

Callie didn’t remember anything past that. The next time she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by what looked to be jungle trees. She opened her eyes groaning in pain. From what she could see, the plan had been broken in half. Callie slowly lifted a hand, rubbing her head. Was she alone? She looked around, there were one or two bodies around her, and they both appeared dead.

She licked her dry crusty lips, to weak to do anything else. She tasted blood, and cursed silently. That’s when she heard a female voice not far away, and a tiny bit of hope shot through the female’s body. “Hello?” She called out, her voice weak as she sat up on the hard ground. She attempted to stand up, but was far to weak. “Hello?!” She called again, after no one answered her the first time. Her voice seemed stronger in desperation.

There was absolutely no way any of this was happening. Was she going to die? Alone in the middle of a jungle? Maybe she was just dreaming, she hoped she was just dreaming, but the pain that shot through her cuts and bruises told her this was real life. Her plane actually did just crash, and now she appeared to be alone. She told her mom she didn’t want to fly alone, but her mother insisted she did, her grandmother wanted to see her. Look where that got her.

Ghostiiys

 

[Alvaris]

Chaska groaned, opening his eyes. His head throbbed as he came to. A woman stood over him, her hazel green eyes locked on his face as blood discoloured her brown locks. The plane crashed. Daliana? Slowly Chaska sat up. He seemed to be rather intact, aside from the pain in his lower torso and…he stared at his arm, a small piece of shrapnel stuck out of it, blood pooled around the wound before dripping into the cabin floor.

He grabbed a nearby chair with his other hand before pulling himself up. “Are you okay?” He asked, looking at the tattooed woman. His heart started pounding as his eyes scanned his mutilated aircraft. The side torn off giving way to the ocean and beach. Bodies were strewn across the sand, but many remained strapped in their seats. Some crushed under the bowed roof. His stomach twisted as a new fire made his body tingle.

A humming sound vibrated the plane. An engine. “We need to get all the survivors off the plane.” He glanced at his arm. His metal friend would have to stay, for now. The other two behind the tattooed woman seemed fine enough, at least they didn’t have any overt injuries. “You two,” he pointed to the entitled blonde Adrianna warned him about and a young man. “Get off the plane and take anyone alive with you.” He glanced down at the tattooed woman. “I need you to get the first aid equipment from the cabin and then get off the plane.” He looked up at the cockpit, which was touching the ocean.

Chaska moved up the aisle and punched in his access code. The word “open” lit up and he counted. 1, 2, 3…29, 30. It hissed before the door opened.

SweetSublime Zorgi Briannaly ​

 

[Briannaly]

Ruth looked at chase up and down and thought even she managed to keep her heels on through this whole ordeal. But at this time she kept her opinions to herself. She stood up and dusted the sand off of her as best she could. “I have cuts absolutely everywhere, I can’t believe this! She exclaimed. The sense of gratitude for her luck was no where to be found.

She peered behind him and noticed that another girl had gotten the flight attendant awake, that’s when he gave his orders. He appeared to be ignoring the fact that a giant piece of metal was stuck in his arm! He told them to step away from the plane. Ruth had no intention of going back into the wreckage but now the mention of obtaining medical equipment sparked an idea in her mind.

Her carry on bag might still be in the plane! “I’m going back in there.” She tells chase. Ruth moves past the attendant and tattooed girl then made her way to the back of the plane. After maneuvering around luggage and bodies, she found herself where her seat had been. Reluctantly she was able to find her purse and her carry on! Her purse was wedged in between the ceiling and another chair, her duffel bag thrown from the overhead compartment.

It was beginning to sink in that no one was on this island. Fire department and police would of been here by now. So she was beginning to get into action, she wasn’t going to be without her things. Eventually they would need to collect all the supplies on board and what’s hers what’s going to stay hers.

She emerged from the back of the plane again. Ruth regrouped with the 3 of them. “Some one has to do something. Where are we?” She questioned the flight attendant “You should have some sort of answers for us.” Gesturing to Chase and Zoe.

 

[Zorgi]

“Get off the plane and take anyone alive with you.” said the flight attendant, Chase looked at the plane and heard the engine making a lot of noise.

Chase stood there looking at the fashion styled girl as she said the words “I have cuts absolutely everywhere, I can’t believe this!''. Chase didn't expect that reaction out of her, she stood up and went to the flight. Chase was really confused, he thought to himself ''How the hell can she react like this''.

The girl came back, now with a bag. She begun questioning the flight attendant who had a large metal thing in his arm.

Chase walked back to the plane, past some of the bodies on the beach. He crawled up into the plane, and began looking at people. Either their eyes were open with an open mouth, or body parts were ripped off. Chase continued with an ''Hello? Is anybody still in the plane?'' he got no response, so he walked back to the others.

''Hey Chaskas or what your name was, it seems that there are no people left on the plane. Everyone is... Dead.'' Chase said while scratching his head.

Alvaris Briannaly

 

[SweetSublime]

Zoë watched as Chaska stood up and walked away. She got up swiftly letting out another quiet groan as she held her head. The bleeding from the head wound luckily had stopped. She followed him and grabbed his hand. “Whoa whoa whoa” she said. “Do you not notice you’re wounded? We have to get that patched up for you.” She made her way to the cabin and rummaged through a mess looking for the first aid kit.

“Aha!” She exclaimed she grabbed it swinging it over her shoulder. She winced realizing the head wound wasn’t the only thing she had. She felt pain in her shoulder. She bit her lip taking a deep breath bearing through the pain making it back towards Chaska. She cleared one of the seats of a carryon and debris “can you sit please while I fix that up for you?” She asked eyeing the piece of metal that was sticking out his arm. “You’re no help to anyone like that”

Zoë looked up at Ruth a bit annoyed. “How is he supposed to know that?” She hissed under her breath. Zoë should her head kneeling down popping open the first aid kit, inside there was everything she needed to address the wound, from hydrogen peroxide to clean it, to sutures to stitch it up. “Everyone shut the fuck up!” Zoë shouted. She was beginning to grow irritated. She was always a nurturing caring type. She had learned first aid in the past and just wanted to address the bleeding wound on the flight attendant. “Do as Chaska said and get off the damn plane. Is that so hard?” She sighed shaking her head. She looked at Chaska. “Now sit...don’t make me ask you again”
Briannaly Zorgi Alvaris

 

[Alvaris]

Chaska turned and gritted his teeth. No one was listening. The blonde demanded answers. The boy delivered somber news and the tattooed woman? She seemed like someone with more furry than a bear without her cubs. Chaska glanced at the open cockpit door, one pilot was dangling over the side of his seat and the other leaned forward.

At the tattooed woman’s outburst, he smiled. “Get off the plane and away from the engine. If it blows you won’t have to worry about your luggage,” Chaska said to the blonde. Answers would come once everyone was safe. “Sir, please drag her off.” He turned to the tattooed woman. “I need to check on the pilot. You can address my wounds once we’re all off the plane.” He turned away and stepped into the cockpit.

Harris was hunched over, but he seemed better off than most of the passengers. Chaska pressed his fingers against his neck. He had a pulse. He glanced at the co-pilot and checked his pulse. Nothing. Chaska drew a breath before grabbing the pilot. He winced at the man rubbed against the shrapnel. If he took the piece out he’d had to stop the bleeding right away. Harris’ best bet was leaving it intact.

Slowly Chaska pulled him toward the large opening where the door once as. The sound of the engine increased, the hum from before turned into a clunking whirring sound. “Everyone out!” Chaska shouted as his feet touched the sand. He wasn’t sure how long they had before it would blow.

Arthro SweetSublime Briannaly Zorgi
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[SweetSublime]

Zoë upset, shut the first aid kit again mumbling profanities under her breath. She grew the kit off the plane and jumped off the plane landing onto the sand in a roll. She stood up steadying herself on some debris. She grabbed the kit and walked away from the plane. At this point she no longer felt the pain. She just had fury running through her veins. She was growing more and more annoyed. She got to a rock about 100 yards from the wreckage and plopped herself down on it.

She watched as everyone climbed off the front half of the plane. She looked out to the ocean. There were some bodies, suitcases and debris floating around. She looked away into the opposite direction toward the jungle. Where must the other half of the plane be? She thought. “Well there’s a chance it could have sank to the bottom of the ocean” she said out loud to herself. She looked around hoping no one had heard her.

She sighed slowly standing back up walking towards the edge of the jungle. They couldn’t stay on the beach forever. They would have to find some sort of shelter before dark, especially since the front half of the plane wouldn’t do being that it may blow up any second. She got to the edge of the jungle and peered through the trees observing her surroundings. Zoë wasn’t scared of much but she was certainly scared of the unknown. She bit her lip nervously listening to the noises in the jungle.

Briannaly Alvaris Zorgi

 

[Ghostiiys]

As Daliana sat in the jungle , She looked up , how long had it been since she moved from this spot? It was windy and cool , the ringing in her ears had finally stopped , despite the wreckage everything was eerily silent.

Only the leaves rustling above her , birds wings flapping and crickets making themselves known.

That’s when she heard a faint voice. Turning her head back to the plane Daliana realized that she never checked for survivors. Standing up and limping towards the wreckage.

She noticed that there where bodies , limbs burnt and severed strewn around the crash site. Daliana tried to ignore it as she wanted to be sure no one was left behind.

“Hello?!,” She yelled as she managed to get back into the plane using the seats as a leverage for her sprained ankle. “Is there anyone alive?? We need to get off this plane immediately!”
Daliana then noticed a young girl in her seat. She was alive but looked to be in pain. Extending her hand out she started unbuckling the girls seatbelt.
“Can you stand? We will be safer once we put some distance between us and the plane. “

Daliana limped to where the first aid would be , holding the box in her hands and looking back at the girl. Extending her hand out “lets go “ Daliana said to the young girl. She knew that they where both scared but it was Dalianas job to protect her passengers.

Raven14

 

[Zorgi]

Chase stood in the sands, with the sun dazing on him. He was beginning to feel very nervous about the loud engine. He was imagining an explosion happening, just like in a film.

As Chase stood there and looked at Chaska trying to save people, and the fashion girl with her bag. He noticed to his right that the tattooed girl begun to disover the jungle. As she pushed some of the leaves out of her sight, she begun to walk in there. Chase begun to panick a little. ''Ehm, guys.. The tattoed girl just went in there, i don't think that's safe. Should we follow her?'' he said to the flight attendant and the well dressed girl.

He walked over to the edge of the jungle, as he saw the tattoed girl dissapear behind some leaves. Chase was wondering if he should follow her or not. ''Hey, are you sure it's safe to walk in there alone?'' he yelled to her

Briannaly Alvaris SweetSublime

 

[Briannaly]

Ruth rolled her eyes and exited the plane. Maybe she hit her head in the crash too hard but she definitely didn’t remember that tattooed girl being in charge. She shrugged it off, flipped her hair and followed the others towards the jungle. If the plane was going to blow up, she wasn’t going to be anywhere near it. It was enough to be bruised and scratched, she didn’t want to be covered in soot either. However she didn’t think the jungle was more safe and only stepped to the edge.

“Shouldn’t we stay here? They will be looking for the plane and we are in plain sight on the beach.”

This whole thing could be over in a matter of hours, if they started exploring the jungle, there’s no telling what could happen.

“We could get lost.”

Ruth clutched her things tightly against her. It’s only been a short time and already she could tell people were getting divided. She was use to just telling people what to do and getting what she expected. It was uneasy to be out of her comfort zone.

 

[Alvaris]

Once Chaska was a safe distance away from the plane, he place the pilot down. The boy spoke again, but Chaska only half caught what he said. He glanced at the others, eying the tattooed woman as she gazed into the jungle. It wouldn’t be wise to venture today, but they had to find the other passengers. He gritted his teeth before looking at the broken plane. Daliana, please be alive. He stood and turned to the small group of survivors. Silently he prayed they weren’t the only ones to make it out.

His arm began throbbing. The pain rocketed through his body as the adrenaline started to fade. Taking a breath, he focused on the passengers. They seemed alert and able to communicate, but that didn’t mean underlying issues weren’t there. No one appeared to be actively bleeding either. Chaska stepped toward the group. “No one is going into the jungle right now.”

He cleared his throat and added, “I need to look at each one of your wounds. We need to get them cleaned up to stave off any infection.” His eyes traveled to each one of them. “How about we start with names.” He gave them a small smile, but the knot in his stomach kept it from being genuine. “That’s Harris,” he said motioning toward the pilot. “I’m Chaska and your are?” Maybe they would respond better if he built a rapport with them. Frustration welled and he wanted to treat each of their injuries right away, but none seemed too compliant either. Chaska kept his small smile up, trying not to bark orders out; he figured that approach wouldn't make them more obedient.

Location: Beach

Arthro SweetSublime Briannaly Zorgi ​

 

[SweetSublime]

Zoë stepped carefully into the jungle, easing her way over and under fallen branches. She looked back hearing voices behind her. “We need shelter. We can’t sit in the scorching sun all day!” She shouted back. She pushed away some brush moving deeper into the jungle. Her heart was racing. This was something way out of her comfort zone but she couldn’t stand being on that beach any longer.

She took another step forward. Suddenly her foot slipped and she tumbled down the hill screaming. She covered her face with her arms frantically trying to grab onto something to avoid falling any further. She finally was able to grip onto a branch hoisting herself up. The pain from her injured shoulder making it more difficult to try and climb back up. “Helppp” she cried. She breathed heavily continuously trying to get her self back up the hill.

She looked up she must have fallen a good 20-30 feet below from where she was. She groaned finally getting her foot up on another branch propping herself up. I can do this she thought to herself however it was gonna hurt like a mother fucker. She slowly grabbed onto another tree branch inching a bit higher up. “This was a bad idea” she grumbled under her breath. She looked down, there was no telling how much further down the drop would be. Her best bet would be to somehow climb back up.
Zorgi Briannaly Alvaris

 

[Zorgi]

The flight attendant Chaska came up to Chase and said “No one is going into the jungle right now.”. Chase looked into the jungle, to see that the tattoed girl were completely gone. ''I think that's a little late to say.'' Chase said as he smiled slightly. Chaska said that he needed to check our wounds, but Chase didn't haver any major. ''I just hit my head really hard, nothing to worry about. I'm honestly really lucky.'' Chase said.

As Chaska introduced himself and the pilot, Chase answered ''I'm Chase''. ''By the way, shouldn't we go get that girl? I don't think she is safe in there alone. Isn't there wild animals and shit on this island or wherever we are''.

As Chase had just finished his sentence, a large girly scream came from inside the jungle. Chase thought that it would almost nearly 100% be the tattoed girl. ''Guys did you hear that?'' He said to the others, while yelling right after. ''Hold on we're coming!'' Chase went storming through the jungle. Sticks, leaves hit his head as he ran as fast as he could. As Chase was running, he came to a hill that went pretty far down. He managed to stop right at the edge. ''Woah, holy shit. That was close''. He saw the tattoed girl, hanging onto a tree branch, and it didn't look stable. ''Fuck. Alright hold on.'' He said, while thinking ''What the fuck do i do, what do we do, should i just leave her? I don't really know her. Nah fuck that, this is my time to shine. I've never been the hero before!''. Chase then yelled ''Help!!! We got a very dangerous situation right now!''.

 

[screaming armadillo]

David did not awaken all at once but rather in a dull series of attempts to open his eyes. A process that lasted for an unknown amount of time and stitched together tatters of mild awareness until, at last, he is conscious enough to keep his eyes open. He is aware of who he is, aware of a throbbing in his head, but entirely ignorant of where he is, and most importantly, unaware of the awful memories that were propelling him out of sleep. His vision is blurry and the bloody scene around him goes unnoticed as he lazily looks about. The lightless area makes it hard for his vision to adjust until he leans and looks to his left, toward what used to be a normal economy class window.

Where his seatmate should have been there was a number of leaves mingled with bits of broken glass, glass that glimmered beneath light coming from a chunk of missing plane above. David's groggy mind can’t quite process those very strange details. Nor did it notice the slight breeze that caressed his skin, but another, more primal, area of his brain knew something was terribly wrong. It only screamed louder as a faint metallic aroma lingered in every breath he took.

A sharp, throbbing pain radiates across his forehead, as if dragging David from his clouded mind that refuses to realize the circumstances. It works, and in a sudden burst of realization he finally remembers what took place before impact. David recalls the sudden panic as heavy turbulence turned into something far worse. A body being tossed like a ragdoll. Somewhere in the rapid freefall an object smacked his forehead and left his head spinning, but not hard enough to mercifully leave him unconscious. David was still far too aware, able to hear the boom of thunder, the tearing of steel, and how they intermingled with the screams of passengers. Maybe one of those terrified voices was his own, he couldn't be sure.

Somewhere ahead a voice cuts through the stillness of the wrecked cabin. The thought of another living person, let alone possible rescue, sent a surge of energy throughout David. Steadying himself on the seat in front he rose to his feet, and witnesses the destruction all around. Bodies in various degrees of damage, luggage and god knows what else thrown about the interior. He knees may have turned to jelly had he not been too numb, instead he gracelessly stumbled out of his seat and into the aisle. The desperate urge to run far away was pulling him to the light ahead, however another part of him needed to be certain.

So with whatever fortitude still remained in him, David started the morbid task of checking for survivors. Somehow he found his voice in the process and called out to whoever was in the front, “I’ll check back here.”

Ghostiiys

 

[Briannaly]

Ruth had heard Zoe’s screams and it only reassured her of her decision, no jungle. They should at least explore their current surroundings before trudging into even fresher ones. Chase followed after Zoe and her eyes widened. Like hell if she was going after her and motioned for Chaska to go into the shroud of leaves.

Once they regrouped they could make a real plan. All that was on Ruth’s mind was the blisters beginning to develop on the back of her heels from her shoes. She kept continuing to peer into the jungle. Her inner thoughts were honestly snickering at the tattooed girl, girls like that were always so spontaneous that its no wonder she’s already gotten herself into more trouble. But on the outside she played the part of a spoiled, clueless blonde.