Realistic or Modern Down In Flames

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AA 665 boarded from New York to Paris. Only the flight never made it. Some of it's passengers were headed to France on vacations, others on business, and some were headed back home to be with their families.

The last transmitted message from the flight was somewhere over the North Atlantic Ocean. Everything had been fine. All the gauges were where they should have been. One of the engines failed, then the second engine and before the pilots knew it the plane was descending at a faster rate then they could manage to get under control.

AA 665 landed somewhere in the North Atlantic, in close proximity to an uncharted island. Over half of the passengers died upon impact. Several died moments after the crash, attempting to survive on the rough waters while a few unlucky souls survived the terrible crash. Survival is key on an undiscovered island. They must remain vigilant and on guard if they wish to survive, for what lurks in the unknown could be the death of them.

 

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Introduction to Main Characters:

Theme Songs: Forget Where We Were || Dirty
Name: Harrison J. Fox
Age: 32
Occupation: New York Chief Department Treasurer (DSBS)
Occupation on Island: Architect and Gatherer
Height: 5'11
Weight: 166 lbs.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
MBTI: EXTP
Disposition: Overly-Confident, Arrogant, Concerned, Absorbent​

Harrison James Fox is an alpha-male, a natural leader that oftentimes steps on people's toes to revile. Although he hurts people along the way of his life journey (especially his sensitive son, Wyatt), he is aware of his shortcomings and deep down, he wants to be a better man. His confident and arrogant demeanor is oftentimes a mask for the pain and fear buried deep within that has been drowned with years of unreleased tears and alcohol from hurts in his past. Women generally fall in love him for his outward display of confidence, gentlemanly appearance, and romantic game, swooping the door to their hearts in return. He currently does not believe that life is in favor of him; more or less his choices which he adamantly refuses to change.
Harrison knows what he wants in life and he goes for it. Nothing can stop him when he has his mind set on his desires. He is the ruler of his own kingdom. He is easily prone to depression after his recent divorce two years ago that he avoids the slightest mention of if brought up. He is generally carefree and is not at all afraid of dying for what he believes in. Now that he is on this island, will he have a change of perspective away from himself?​

Likes:

Architecture

Grunge Humor

Alcohol

Women

Meat/Beef/Fish

Sarcasm

Gambling

Collecting Items

70's/80's Rock, Pop

Comedy, Media+Television

Monkeys

Sunlight

Tobacco

Constructing Things

Dislikes:

Not Having Cigarettes

Insecurity in Males

Crazy Women

Fruit

Hidden Motives

Blaring Heat (Lack of A/C)

Reverse Psychology

Being Unproductive

Opening Up

Sharks

Not being at home

Not being in control​

Character Quote: "It doesn't matter how much we irritate each-other on this island and how many problems we have, we're going to find a way out, even if it means conquering death itself."

Equipment:
(Note: All other belongings have burned and sunk in the ocean upon crash)
Navy and Tan Field Canva NY Messenger bag
1 iPhone 5 with sim card (Nonfunctional from water impact)
1 Set of clothes with undergarments
1 Brown Leather Wallet with 7 credit cards and $312 Cash
5 Keys on a metal ring
2.5 Packs of cigarettes with lighter (1.5 ml lighter fluid)
1 Folded airline ticket (in pocket) with receipt
3 Quarters, 1 Penny
1 Fossil Grant Chronograph Wristwatch
1 Faux Leather Belt

Extended Personality:

Positive Traits: Observant || Confidential || Great Sense of Humor || Innovative || Mathematical

Quirks: Collects trash items (On island) || Does not bathe regularly (On island) || Spits Frequently || Quirky when bored
Negative Traits: Fear of Affection || Easily Angered || No Cooking Skill || Pretends to know what he's doing (Lies) || Will Not Admit Wrongs

Social: Harrison loves to socializes with all sorts of people and feels a need to have to be the center of attention to feel valued. He can easily turn into quite the party animal when the situation arises. Although he will not admit this, he secretly wishes he could be more compassionate and sensitive, like his son.

Family: Harrison grew up as the oldest of 2 brothers. His father was an abusive alcoholic while his mother was emotionally wrecked throughout his entire childhood. Harrison frequently fended for himself and deeply cared for his younger brothers no matter how much they fought. Harrison's brothers are the only family members whom Harrison continues to make contact with besides his son.

Philosophy and Goals: Harrison works hard to be at the top of the chain to provide for himself and his son to live, "the good life." Although Harrison has been through hell for most of his life (that he has a hard time being open with others), he enjoys teaching others the trick of the trade to eventually avoid heartache and pain that life can bring.

Religion: Non-Religious default. Atheist until proven otherwise. He has a tendency to turn agnostic when life gets intense.

Perspective: Realist by all means of the definition. The glass contains half the required amount for it to over-flow.

Physique: Very active and enjoys exercising.

Relationship: Single; He's flirted with almost every woman he's come in contact with. Including their mothers!

Temper: Harrison becomes very sharp-tounged, and pretty easily when things don't go as expected or when he believes that others are trying to control him. He can become hot and uncontrollable if he does not have his drug of choice to calm him.

Health: Harrison has liver problems unbeknownst to him due to excessive drinking. Harrison coughs more than usual due to this nicotine addiction. His mental state is not where it should be without his nicotine and alcohol which may make him very unpredictable and moody. He experiences frequent stomach pain and ocular migraines from prolonged nicotine withdrawl effects. Sometimes he just doesn't want to put up with his health and lack of hope... But he lives and loves his son, even though he doesn't show it, and has to take protect and care for him (and others) regardless of how bad he feels most times.

FC/PB: Ethan Hawke

TC: ll Dialogue:​

 

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Theme Songs: Come Talk to Me || I'm Still Here

Name: Wyatt Isaac Fox
Age: 9
School Year: 4th Grade
Height 4'9"
Weight: 67 lbs.
Sexuality: Underdeveloped (Off-Limits)
MBTI: ISFP
General Disposition: Jovial, Curious, Sensitive​

Character Quote: "The waves can't speak, but they tell you things..."
Wyatt knows what it means to love people and connect as he is intensely sensitive. He just wants people to listen and put aside differences, especially his dad, Harrison. When his parents split 2 years ago, the pain from the divorce planted within him a brand new perspective on life and a tough but manageable relationship with his father. His father desires to give him the world, but Wyatt knows there's more to life than the latest toy, gadget and entertainment. Although he is a kid, he isn't afraid of getting his hands dirty for the sacrifice of others and seeks to befriend as many good people as he can. He has an internally keen sense of right and wrong and loves to be sheltered by protective women figures, missing his mother immensely.

He often escapes into his imaginary world of a land which he calls "The Sproul" where dragons and other animals talk to eachother. Although his dad does not encourage his imagination, Wyatt keeps to himself and tries to blend as much of his imaginary world into reality as possible to make life more enjoyable, especially on the new island, making it difficult for him to comprehend what is happening and adjust. He can often be seen talking to his best imaginary friend, "Trunky," who follows him absolutely everywhere since he was 6 and gives him strength to face the harsh days and nights on the island.

Wyatt is able to see hope, even within the darkest of nights.​

Likes:

Dolphins

Creating things

Birds

Humming

His Wool Blanket

Staring at the ocean

Collecting

Spiders

Wooden Swords

Hearing Stories

Dislikes:

Wolves

Cold Temperatures

The Smell of Alcohol

Seeing People Argue/Fight

Bigfoot

Cigarettes

Sunburns/Wounds

Cuttlefish

Fear of Not Being Rescued
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Extended Personality:​

Positive Traits: Able to Find Joy in Extreme Sadness || Generous || Imaginative || Nonjudgmental || Loves Exploring

Quirks: Believes In Merpeople || Prone to Spacing Out || Talks to Self || Gives Names to Inanimate Objects

Negative Traits: Fearful || Really Hates When Opinion is not Valued || Gets Annoyed When Things are out of Place || Easily Addicted to things

Social: Wyatt takes after his dad, he loves to socialize and be around people. More than His dad, he actually cares for people and wants to know them. He connects easily with all personality types and loves to surprise them with gifts. He loves to create things with his hands.

Family: Wyatt cannot stand to dwell on his parent's divorce--sometimes he cannot help it which causes him to withdraw. At times, he feels torn and doesn't know what to do with his feelings. He wishes his relationship with his dad could be better, yet he is mature enough to recognize that his dad is more hurt than he probably is from the divorce.

Philosophy and Goals: Fun, wild antics and harmony are the center of Wyatt's world... or at least he wishes for it to be. Now that he's stranded on this island, he's taken on an entirely different perspective: One of deep fear and another of growing excitement and adrenaline of this rare lifetime experience. Everyday, he likes to pretend he is on another planet and trying to find his way back to the earth he calls home.

Religion: Wyatt has no defined set of religious values. Although his dad doesn't believe in a deity, Wyatt has a strong code of instinctive moral values that he abides by. Although his values may not always be the perfect response in his environment, his compassion is always understood by many.

Perspective: Wyatt's perspective shifts with the varying circumstances on the island. He is able to see things that others would typically not.

Active: Wyatt is moderately active, mostly likes to sit near the water or in the shade but also loves to walk around the island and explore in the hot sun. He loves to swim, climb and hunt and can be highly active with pretend-games.

Flirtatious: Unknown (Off-Limits)

Temper: Wyatt rarely gets angry..... Unless someone belittles, keeps something from him or when he is lied to. If he gets very angry, he will cry, yell, hit and/or scream.

Health: Good health: Has 2 loose baby teeth. Allergic to tree pollen + physical reaction and swelling to insect stings.

 

[Spiritrings]

Name: Jamie D. Anderson
Theme Song: Shoulders
Age: 28
Occupation: Hotel Assistant Manager
Occupation on Island: Water Purifier and Gatherer
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 125 lbs
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Disposition: Creative, Honest, Determined, Guilty

Jamie comes from a poor, Jesus loving, family, so she has always had to work hard for what she wants in life. As a child, she would knit cute things or draw neat pictures that her friends and classmates would want to buy. When she turned 16, she got a job at a hotel as a Hotel Front Desk Clerk. In her free time, she would read lots of books. She liked the hotel atmosphere, so when she went to college, she ended up majoring in Hospitality. 7 years ago, when her parents died in a car crash, right before her graduation from college, she wanted to give up on everything. She turned away from God and went on a bad girl streak. Her younger sister, Katie, was still a teen and had no where to go, so she was put into the system. Little did Jamie know, her sister was praying for her. Katie was upset about what happened with her parents and her sister, but she never stopped having faith. Eventually, Jamie found her way back to God and cleaned up her life. She obtained custody of her younger sister and promised to always take care of her sister. Katie and Jamie were on their way to Paris for Katie's 21st birthday. Jamie wanted to do something special for her sister. Unfortunately, Katie died in the crash.

When Jamie found out, she tried to take her life, too. She wanted to join her family in the afterlife, but she met a little boy that convinced her not to. She puts on a smile and does all of her duties, but at night, she secretly cries herself to sleep. Yet again, she's thinking, "Are you there, God?"​

 

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K a m a r i a - A l - H a s h e m
كاماريه ال هاشم​

The Moon

NAME
kamaria al hashem
AGE
31
OCCUPATION
Communications Manager
OCCUPATION ON ISLAND
hunter
HEIGHT
5'6"
WEIGHT
132 lbs
SEXUALITY
bisexual
DISPOSITION
pragmatic, mature, quiet, slow to warm
THEMES
XOX
XOX
XOX
EQUIPMENT
- 1 crudely crafted bow
- 1 makeshift quiver
- 6 improvised arrows
- 1 gold wedding band, worn on the right ring finger
- 1 white dress, torn and dirtied
- 1 blue scarf
- 1 set of undegarments
- assortment of hair ties and bobby pins

The Ugly

"good things take time."​

She met Amir back in college. He was from a decent family, nice enough, intelligent, clean and attractive. They dated for a while because that's what Kamaria thought girls did then. Their families had been friends for generations, perhaps they thought it was time they intertwined. With a little meddling on both sides, Amir popped the question. She said yes, and a year later they'd reached their 'happy ever after'.
Eventually he got a job offer in America. Though she hated the idea of not being near her family, she moved with him because she believed that's what a dutiful wife would do. A year later, scared in a foreign country with no one but her increasingly distant husband to comfort her, she had her first child. A daughter, named Mailka. This beautiful baby made every ounce of pain melt from Kamaria's burdened heart and brought the struggling couple back together again. The miracle of birth.
By the time Malika was 5, Kamaria had her suspicious about her husband. His long nights at work and frequent weekends away were so painfully obvious, though Kamaria tried not to see the signs. She tried to rationalize, to soldier on, to believe in the unity of her family and protect Malika's youth. One day, she came home from work unexpectedly early to find what she could ignore no longer.
Malika is almost 7 now. Neither she nor Kamaria have seen Kamaria's parents in a couple of years. The divorce was not messy (he gave up most everything, at the insistence of his family), just rough for the two girls. This trip to Paris, where they would meet the rest of the family on holiday, was supposed to mark a fresh start for the pair. The topic of moving back home had been brought up a few times. Either way, Kamaria was looking forward to the comfort of a mother's hug.

"so let not this present life deceive you." - surah fatir: verse 5, the quran​

The Good

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  LIKES
  - moon
  - cleanliness
  - spicy food
  - baking/cooking
  - wine
  - fruit
  - working/keeping busy
  - family
  - archery
  
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  POSITIVE TRAITS
  - sensible
  - hard working
  - intelligent
  - kind
  - attentive listener
  - focused
  - detail oriented
  - ethical
  - polite
  - athletic
  
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  SOCIAL
  Kamaria prefers a quiet night in with two or three friends instead of a night out with a large group. Not that she has a large group of friends to begin with, as she values quality over quantity. She makes effort in personal connections, but finds herself lost in a crowd. Her demure nature often leads her as far away from the center of attention as she can possibly manage.
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  FAMILY
  Kamaria grew up in an average nuclear family with two parents who loved her and a brother who spent his formative years finding ways to torture her. Her parents instilled in her their strong value in familial bonds, something she felt an acute lack of when she moved across the pond, from London. With her recent divorce, her focus is mainly on Malika.
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  PHILOSOPHY & GOALS
  Kamaria doesn't like to look back on the could-have-beens or the what-ifs. She makes the best with what she has and works hard for all the rest. Her main motivation is to provide the best future she can for her daughter, Malika.
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  HEALTH
  Kamaria is blessed with mostly good health, but she has an allergy to bees. Lately, she has been in a less-than-optimal mental state, between the crash and the divorce. Perhaps due to focusing on her predicament or time away from everyone else, her resilient self is coming back, bit by bit.

The Bad

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  DISLIKES
  - bees
  - laziness
  - impropriety
  - rudeness
  - bland food
  - liquor
  - large groups of people
  - too much noise
  - sloppiness
  - cheaters
  - smokes
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  NEGATIVE TRAITS
  - lacks artistic ability
  - judgemental
  - timid
  - passive aggressive
  - possessive
  - overprotective
  - harsh
  
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  QUIRKS
  - hums to herself when she thinks only she or her daughter can hear her
  - doesn't like to eat the 'skin' of things
  - doesn't like being touched or seeing PDA in others
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  RELATIONSHIPS
  Kamaria has recently finalized her divorce. Her trip to Paris with Malika was going to be the first time facing her parents since. She still feels the shame associated with her 'failed' marriage and the stigma of raising a child alone. Her romantic interests (what few she felt) were put on the back burner. Though she tries not to indulge it, she finds herself often distrusting of men she sees as inappropriate.
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  TEMPER
  Kamaria will go berserk tiger/bear mom mode if she perceives any kind of threat to Malika or anyone she sees as family. Otherwise, she will remain begrudgingly quiet. Though some of her comments may come off as sharp, she does not often intend for that.
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  RELIGION
  Raised as a devout follower of Islam, Kamaria found comfort in agnosticism after she'd moved away from her parents. Though she still considers herself spiritual, she hasn't participated in the strict codes of Islam for some time.

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FC: Aiysha Hart
coding; allrightsreserved: deer ​

M a l i k a - A b d u l r a s h i d
ماليكه ابدولراشيد​

name
malika abdulrashid
age
7
height
3'8"
weight
46 lbs
disposition
timid
quiet
concerned

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themes
✈ - ✈ - ✈

status
healthy
equipment
elephant bag
crayons
pencils
paper (wet)
snackbars
fc
ariel gade

S T O R Y

Malika was born luckier than most. Her family was not poor, her parents loved her, and she was healthy. Unfortunately, as she grew, these things would change.

Malika could sense the deterioration of her childhood as early as she could speak. They did their best not to fight in front of her, but the cold shoulders and weekends apart were unmistakable. She thought, for a while, that this is how all families were. Mommies and daddies that loved each other just didn't communicate unless absolutely necessary. Daddies were always gone. Mommies sometimes cried.

At an age still too tender to completely understand, Malika's parents got divorced. Her uncle, Abbas, came to stay with them for a while. At first hesitant, Malika grew to love the time with her uncle Abbas. He was fun and knew all sorts of games. Uncle Abbas left for London two weeks prior to the girls, so that he could make the trip from London to Paris with his elderly parents. They were all meant to reunite in Paris, for their first family trip.

♚​

likes
- elephants
- quiet
- games
- candy
- coloring

dislikes
- rudeness
- bugs
- green peppers
- the dark
- boys

positive traits
- quiet, observant, will pick up on things that a seven year old might not normally
- listens to her mother, rarely disobeys or talks back
- self aware

negative traits
- tends to cry if feeling flustered, will lock up
- distrustful of people who aren't family
- struggles to sleep without her elephant or in the dark

quirks
- does not like chocolate
- can hold her breath for over a minute and a half
-likes to skip instead of walk

♚​

health
Malika was born mostly healthy. She suffers from Long QT syndrome, which is a hearth disorder than can cause irregular heart rythms. These fast, chaoritc heartbeats can trigger seizurs or fainting spells. It is treatable, with medicine and an avoidence of certain physical activities and sports.

social
Malika has few friends. Those that she does have, she feels intensely close to. She has promised to bring them all back trinkets from Paris.

family
Kamaria and Malika are extremely close. Due to Malika's health condition, Kamaria takes particular care to monitor her environment and activities. Malika's father, Amir, is rarely in the picture. He sent her a gift for her last birthday (the elephant backpack she is taking on this trip), but she has not seen him since the split. Her Uncle Abbas is, perhaps, the only positive male figure in Malika's life. She met her grandparents once when she was very young, but does not remember them.

 

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[Hel]

The Love Twins

|| Theme Nuisance || Forget and Not Slow Down ||​

Name: Emily Love
Age: 25
Occupation: Pilot || First Officer on flight AA665
Occupation on Island: Unknown
Height: 6'0
Weight: 172 lbs
Sexuality: Asexual
Disposition: Soft


Biography:
Emily and Ethan were born in Indiana to an average family. Her mother works as a Physical Therapist while her father did various odd jobs throughout the course of their lives. They were never well off financially, but at the same time they never went to bed hungry, and always had what they needed to have.
Their childhoods were fairly uneventful, short of a few broken bones and lessons learned the hard way. For the most part, the twins both had a normal childhood. Before they developed in their teen years, the two would take great joy in spending one day here and there as the other.
As the two got into their teen years, their personalities began to distinguish themselves. While Ethan grew more and more confrontational and stubborn, Emily started getting quieter. The two grew into separate social groups, though truth be told neither of the two had very close friends.
Emily never dated, though she had plenty of offers in high school. She got involved with all there was to be involved in, though she was no leader in any of them.
Once it came time to go to college the twins had grown a bit apart. They still loved each other, but had figured out by then that they had two very different plans for their lives. In fact, they went to two rival schools in their state. While Ethan went off to party and study medicine at Indiana University, Emily went to flight school at Purdue University. She took many dance classes, and learned to express her love of music with her body rather than her voice or instruments. She also learned some mild amount of confidence while she was there.
After she graduated, she flight instructed for a year before getting hired on with on PSA Airlines, and after two years flowing through to American. Today is her first international flight after two years of flying domestically.

Likes:
- Flying
- Reading
- Music
- Dancing
- Singing
- Learning

Dislikes:
- Feeling useless
- Confrontation
- Gore
- Feats of strength that she may have to do
- The Unknown
- Smoking or being around it
Things noted above are more than just the average dislike- for example most people dislike gore, though may not be sickened by it like she is.

Character Quote: "It's not as bad as it seems, see? We have options."

Equipment (Expected after crash, can edit for before the flight):

• Headset
• Pilot's Uniform
• Ruined oxygen mask (from abnormal emergency procedures)
• iPhone in waterproof case (Because it's the standard)
• Waterproof iPad attached to kneeboard (Because pilots are trained to expect emergencies.)
• Flight bag with:
  • First aid kit
  • Flashlight
  • Possibly ruined lighter
  • Extra batteries
  • iPhone/iPad charger and wall plug
  • Probably ruined battery pack
  • Charts
  • Pens and pencils
  • Spare shorts and T-shirt

Extended Personality:​

Positive Traits: Confident || Knows when to back off || Prepared || Intelligent || Positive

Quirks: Soft spoken || Mild Anxiety || Bites the inside of her lip when she thinks || Interested in UFOs
Negative Traits: Fears the unknown || Weak || Fears Failure || Weak Stomach

Social:
Emily is very quiet, and doesn't take roles of leadership unless they are thrust upon her. She keeps to herself and isn't good at sharing secrets with strangers. She doesn't have many deep secrets or anything, but still. She's over all very sweet and tries to be helpful.

Family:
Her parents are Johnathan and Joslyn Love, they live in Indiana and don't leave the state often, let alone the country.
Her twin brother, Ethan, is with her on the plane

Philosophy and Goals: Her life goal was to become a pilot and fly internationally, get a nice home, have a good income to support any future nieces or nephews, and have guest rooms for her family. Beyond that she doesn't have many long term goals.
Family is very important to her, and she'd do anything for them. Over all, she believes that if you are good to others they'll be good to you.

Religion:
She was raised a Christian, and believes in her interpretation but lost interest in the church in her teen years for various reasons, though none of them caused any sort of misgivings about organized faith.

Physique:
Muscular but slender, Emily has the wire-y look of a dancer despite her height. She has long limbs, but not abnormally so. She has black hair that falls just past her shoulders and grey eyes.
She is left handed, like her brother.

Health:
She's very healthy save for one inherited hormonal health issue. It has little effect save for difficulty managing her weight and and inability to have children.
She will probably come out of the crash in the worst condition out of the survivors, given her location in the aircraft (physics and whatnot.)

|| Theme Songs: Down In Flames || College Kids ||​

Name: Ethan Love
Age: 25
Occupation: Nurse || Graduate Student
Occupation on Island: Medic
Height: 6'0
Weight: 180 lbs
Sexuality: Bisexual
Disposition: Confrontational

Biography:
Much the same as Emily's through his teenage years. Once he got into high school his argumentative nature got him involved with the wrong sorts of people. He kept his grades- mostly thanks to his sister and her help- but most of his free time was spent getting into trouble. He never picked up the addictive habits, but did get to see the inside of a cop car for underage drinking and due to his so-called friends, was almost charged for possession with intent to distribute. After a long few weeks of deals and explanations, a family friend managed to get him out of any jail time and keep the misstep off of his record.
After that his trouble was kept within the binds of the law.

Once he got to college, he found a mentor in one of his professors- a mentor who gave him a much needed lesson in humility, and knocked his pride down a notch or two. He had a few threats of getting kicked out of IU, and lost some of his financial aid along the way, but as he realised the risks he stuck with it and managed to graduate, and after three years of working as a nurse, went back to school and is working on his Masters with the long term goal of becoming a doctor. (Some of his work experience was gained in his last couple of years as an Undergrad.)

Likes:
-Debates
-Challenges
-Making Music
-Making a positive impact in other's lives
-Running
-shopping
-Working out
-Cooking

Dislikes:
-Fast food
-being cut off or ignored
-being talked over
-not being heard
-monotony
-Others being rude to or using his sister.

Character Quote:
"I've heard enough, now listen to me and shut up- my sister has a solution."*

*His dialogue would be less... family friendly, but I'm not sure the rating we're going for here haha.

Equipment:

• His clothing (tight fitting shirt, loose jacket, jean, chicks with long shoe strings)
• His ruined cellphone
• Wallet with $20.35 And usual wallet things.
• Headphones

Positive Traits: Can be Compassionate || Detail Oriented || Surprisingly Good with Kids || Strong
Quirks: Soft-Spot for Kids || Flirty || D&Ds || Angry Twitches || Plays Guitar and Ukelele with some Proficiency.
Negative Traits: Argumentative || Egotistical || Overconfident in his solutions || Easily Irritated || Thinks his way of thinking is always right


Social:
Ethan does not like to be questioned. As far as he is concerned he's always right, and knows far more about whatever the subject at hand is than whoever he's talking to. This excludes his sister, however, and where she is involved, she knows more than everyone else, too. Half the time it's actually true. More often than not, he's starting to realize, he's wrong about this, and he does try to listen more than he used to. Ethan Loves a good argument and makes his friends often through interactions that start as debates. He'll argue for the sake of it, and will usually keep things fact based, rather than fading into simple insults. He feels he learns a lot about other people based on these confrontations, and uses it to determine his opinion of them.
Of course, he isn't a ball of rage or anything, and can often be heard flirting with those who will listen. More often than not these playful exchanges are insincere, with no interest in the person romantically. Regardless, unlike his sister, you can always count on Ethan having an opinion.

Family
Same as Emily's above

Philosophy and Goals:
Ethan has no real long term goals apart from one day becoming a surgeon.

Religion:
Unlike his sister who maintained the essence of her parent's religion, Ethan forsook it all together. He has a disdain for all forms of organised religion, feeling about them as many do about cults. Practicing members of most faiths make him immensely uncomfortable when they perform their "Rituals"- as he would refer to them- when he is around.
Ethan has been agnostic in terms of the existence of one or many deities for a long time, however may be growing closer and closer to more of an atheist view on the matter.

Physique:
Like his sister, Ethan is slender and wirey, but his hobby of working out has allowed him to build a bit of a sturdier, more muscular frame. His grey eyes mirror his sister's and his black hair is kept fairly short. He's always clean shaven, as he does not excel at growing facial hair.

Like his sister, he too is left handed.

Relationships:
Ethan has had many various short relationships in the past, though none were lasting and few made much of an impact on him.

Health:
An avid gym rat, Ethan pays close attention to his health and maintains it very well.

 

[Cheerio]

“Welcome to New York Kennedy International Airport. Flight 665 to Charles de Gaulle, France will be departing within fifteen minutes. Please have your boarding pass and luggage ready at your assigned gate,” a gentle, but authoritative female voice said soothingly over the intercom.

Wyatt rested his head on the black metal seat next to his father as he sat hugging his viridian Paul Frank backpack between his knees and arms.
For half an hour he observed the planes rise and fall on takeoff and landing in the distant runway outside the large skylight window behind him. He watched them speed down the runway and drive into their assigned parkways. He wondered how something so large, so forceful, so sturdy, could be controlled by two tiny people inside of it.
The aroma of french fries and hamburgers being grilled through the airport and distracted him from the white agile torpedos hovering in the sky. It was supper time and he still hadn’t eaten anything in the past 7 hours.

“Dad, do they have Five Guys in Cannes?”
Harrison looked up at the charging station directly across from him with an annoyed glare. He noticed the digital clock that displayed 5:34 PM in bright red numbers.
“I don’t know, quit asking me questions. We’ll see when we get there,” Harrison snarled at him, “...and get your feet off the damn chair,” lashing his hand under Wyatt’s legs to leave them dangling from the floor like jelly. Harrison’s full attention reverted back to the smartphone glued to his hand like an extra appendage. Wyatt pursed his lips and crossed his arms, directing his attention back at the runway outside. The sun was high but was beginning to set. It was unusual to see the sun so bright and the sky so gray at the same time.

Wyatt grew bored and slowly began to lose himself in the humming of the loud A/C unit in the airport, the smell of fast food, the distinguishable aroma from Cinnabon dough whifting through the air as people walked by, the female voice in the distance echoing over the intercom, the sounds of footsteps on the freshly waxed floors and people chattering around him… Harrison’s smartphone screen caught Wyatt’s eye as it reflected the light from a plane flying past the sun behind them.

His father was always on his phone and Wyatt hated it. Business meetings this, freelancing this, Sabrina, that. His fist autonomously clenched itself in frustration at the very thought of it. The only fun aspect of his dad’s new busy life were the cool traveling adventures. He would get to miss school for a week or two and join him on his international business trips to various locations, mostly in Europe.

Riiiiiiing… Riiiiiiiing… His dad’s thumb swiped the screen in an upward motion.
“Hello?..” Harrison said in a confident tone. “Oh hey, Sabrina!”
Harrison perked up from his seat and walked around. Wyatt surveyed his every movement, wincing at the word, “Sabrina.”
Sometimes he wished he could just burn the little electronic device that his father devoted much of his life to, or sell it on eBay in exchange for a Hatchimals penguin. He’d already begged his dad for a Hatchimal, only in exchange for, “Probably the creepiest thing since the Furby.’’ Wyatt had no idea what a Furby was, but based on a quick Google search, it seemed pretty cool. His dad also complained about not having enough money for pets or toys, even though Wyatt was fully aware of his spending habits on drinks, gambling and mysterious clubs he attended religiously every Friday and Sunday.

He noticed his father laughing and smiling on the phone as he walked around the gate.

Wyatt began to pull a shelved away mental image of his mom. The smell of her wispy dark blond hair, the smell of rain and apricots. He wished his mother were there with him, recalling how she would let him buy any toy at any store in a heartbeat, buy him junk food when he was hungry, and squeeze him silly while kissing his forehead, leaving bright orange lipstick prints on his temples. The memories of his mother were a warm fire that he often rekindled in order to keep warm from his father’s cold antics.
His dad wasn’t always this way.

Daydreams of his backyard in Williamsburg, being with his parents and his Bernese toy poodle, Bentley at their small 2-bedroom house were the fondest. He held to the sweet memories of catching fireflies in mason jars and camping out in his makeshift wooden treehouse that his dad built for him when he was 6. His mother would grill a feast of hamburgers, hot dogs, chicken, brats, baked potatoes, chips, ice cream, strawberries, Cokes and Bon Iver playing through the radio from her iPod (and, Harrison had to have his beer), all for the 3 of them. Wyatt didn't eat the chicken or brats. Sometimes his cousins would spend the summer nights with them at their house.

He sweetly recalled the memories of hanging out with his 3 best friends when they often headed to the secret beach in Williamsburg during the summer, walking past the outhouses and taking a path through the woods - a 1/7 or 1/3 mile walk. It was a relatively small beach--they wouldn’t swim much, but they would climb the piles of rocks sticking out of the water, hunt for bugs and sea creatures, play games and hang out until dusk telling crazy stories about sea monsters and outer space.

Life is so much more different now that he and his dad already moved 4 times since his mother died. Now it’s just him who survives with TV in a corporate apartment, and a dad won’t let him go to the fancy pool or spa in the workout room on the main floor of the complex.

Minutes had passed and Harrison walked back over to the seat while switching off his phone.

“Time to line up bud.”
Harrison bent over to pick up his brown leather bag and overly stuffed worn-out backpack, tossing it over the leather jacket that hung on his right shoulder. He always carried these two bags everywhere when traveling. Wyatt jumped up from his seat and gathered his soda bottle and favorite monkey backpack as the woman delivered instructions over the intercom above them.

“No drinks in the plane. You have to get rid of that, you know better.”
Wyatt rolled his eyes away from his dad and unscrewed the orange Sunkist bottle cap and downed the remaining half of the soda. He walked quickly over to the counter at the gate to drop the empty bottle in the trash and noticed the Airport docent with brown hair and deep black eyes that were a bit concerning and hypnotizing. He couldn’t help but stare at this woman slowly swiping a tablet with a concerned, unsettled expression painted on her face. She appeared to be about his dad’s age, but the bags under her eyes were more like worn duffels, making her appear way older in addition with the wrinkles painted on her face, probably from wearing the expression for years. Wyatt began to empathize and figure out why the woman looked so gloomy until she noticed the kid standing beside her, staring, cutting him with her ghostly sad eyes, to which he jumped back and returned to the line of people. He stood next to his dad and hesitantly studied her from a distance.

After a few seconds, the ghostly lady pressed a button on the counter and spoke into the microphone in front of her. She said something about boarding passes, gates, and robotically spewed a handful of short instructions too long to remember for a quixotic boy to remember.

Several minutes passed by of people standing in line like zombies. The lady over the intercom called out for some guy named “Leon Roberts,” to hurry to the gate.

The line began to move shortly after in a slow fashion as the ghostly lady slowly scanned the paper slips in everyone’s hands. They followed after the ghostly lady as if they were being possessed, entering into a strange white tunnel that ate them like they were being disgested by a huge robot.

He took one last glance at her before entering the white tunnel behind his dad, noticing her blue nametag that read, “Dolores.” He entered the white tunnel behind his dad and followed the line of people in front of him onto the torpedo.

 

[Hel]

Ethan sat in the concourse, staring intently at his own phone. Emily and Ethan had arrived at the airport together three hours ago, and before they'd even made it to security the pair had separated. After a long line and an uneventful security check, Ethan had gone through and grimaced at the food selection available. McDonald's, Starbucks, Cinnabon.... the choices here all made his stomach turn at the thought of eating any of them. He knew the food on the plane was more likely than not going to be repulsive, too, so he finally settled on the least withered salad that he could find coupled with a tuna salad sandwich at one of the smaller cafeteria like stands.

He'd found a seat next to a charger after getting his food and ate, staying quiet and focused on first his food, then on whatever entertainment he'd pulled up on his phone. His attention was largely diverted from the others who sat, waiting on the same flight.

Ethan had never been out of the country before, and Emily was preparing for her first international flight as a pilot. He'd come partially to support her, and partially to vacation with her after her flight was done. He was looking forward to the three days that he'd be able to spend with his twin in France, though he wasn't certain what she'd planned for them to do what they got there.

"... Squawk 4673" Emily repeated back, getting clearance for the aircraft as she finished up her portion of the preflight. She'd spent the last hour or so looking over the airplane and ensuring that everything was set up for passenger boarding. She'd gone around to the nose of the airplane and proceeded to start going through the interior preflight, making sure that all of the circuit breakers were in, all of the switches were where they belonged.

Now it was about time for the passengers to board. She could feel the butterflies flying around in her stomach and the feeling of diving on a roller coaster wash over her as she moved to let the captain know that they were ready. Captain Hall was an older gentleman, and he was clearly nearing his age of retirement. His white hair was neatly trimmed and visible just below the rim of his hat- it was swept aside out of his eyes.

A few minutes later, the call for passengers to board was heard over the intercom inside. Ethan grabbed his backpack with his day items and tossed it over his shoulders. He could feel the slight bit of second hand excitement building in his own gut for his sister, but brushed it aside as he moved to line up with the other economy passengers.

'She could've at least gotten me a nice seat. Well, at least I'm flying free to France, I suppose.' Ethan thought, as he waited in the line as part of the very last group to board. Now he took in the others waiting in line- none of them especially stood out to him, there was a woman that looked to be of vaguely middle eastern descent- or maybe Indian (Ethan wasn't really the best at reading that sort of thing), what he assumed was her daughter or sister, a father and son who seemed... distant, maybe, or maybe it was that Ethan read too much into little things that meant nothing. There was a pretty blonde woman lining up to wait, he noticed, and he wondered if he'd get a seat near her. A few others in the crowd stood out, too, a couple had babies- that made Ethan's eyes roll- and a few other attractive individuals caught his eye.

 

[Spiritrings]

Jamie's and Katie's eyes grew wide as they entered the airport and got their bags checked in. This was the first time that either of them had been in one. As they walked, they saw that there were so many people, so many souvenir shops, so many eateries, and so many rules. They hoped that they had packed everything correctly. They had a mixed feeling of emotions about their very first plane ride. Katie had seen way too many disaster movies, so she had her doubts.

"I'm happy that we're going to Paris, but are you sure that this plane is safe?" Katie asked, warily. "I would hate for someone to suicide bomb the plane!"

Jamie stopped, looked her sister in the eye, grabbed her hands, and responded, "Yes, of course. Now, stop thinking like that. Nothing as horrible as that is going to happen on my baby sister's fabulous 21st birthday celebration! Plus, we drive everyday. It's much more likely to get into a car accident, than any kind of plane accident." As Jamie said that, she immediately felt her heart drop and her eyes water. It had been 7 years since her parents died in a car crash before her college graduation, but it still hurt as if it happened the day before. Katie sensed her sister's growing grief, so she grabbed her hand and led her toward the Cinnabon she had spotted after they checked in their luggage, for an ooey, gooey Classic Roll. They didn't typically snack like this, but given the circumstances, she thought that they needed it.

After they finished their treat, they searched for the lobby near their gate. It was pretty crowded, and there were no seats next to each other.

"Jamie, why don't you just take a seat near that man and his son," offered Katie, "I have to run to the ladies room. I DO NOT want to have to use the airplane restroom. I've heard horrible stories about them."

Jamie looked in the father and child's direction. The dad seemed to have taken a phone call and walked away. Knowing the dangers of leaving a child alone in a public space, Jamie went ahead and walked toward the seat next to the young boy. She thought he was precious. She had always wanted kids of her own, but she was always so busy with work. Her job at the busiest hotel in New York demanded a lot out of her, but she loved it. Plus, she hadn't been entirely stable up until recently. She decided that she would look out for the young boy on the way to Paris.

"Ok, but hurry back. Our plane is going to be boarding in 20 minutes!" warned Jamie.

When Jamie took her seat, she could tell that he didn't even notice. The young child seemed to be a little down and lost in his own thoughts. She wanted to cheer him up, but knew that would be weird. She then searched for the man that was sitting near the boy. Eventually, she spotted him and he seemed to be having a rather jovial conversation with whoever was on the other end of his cell phone.

Eventually, he wandered back, and they all heard the call that it was time to line up. Jamie immediately started scanning the crowd for her sister. She waited for 5 minutes, and the line was nearing the end. She was surprised that Katie hadn't come back yet. She figured that her sister might have stopped for a souvenir, so she went ahead and got in line, hoping that she wouldn't have to put an entire flight on hold while it waited for her sister. As she neared the ticket lady, she was becoming nervous.

After Katie had used the restroom, she searched for a quiet place to pray. She wasn't having any luck, and she knew that she was running out of time, so she just searched for the least trafficky corner of the airport.

Hey Father. I'm so nervous. Paris, France. My first airplane ride. Mom and Dad always talked about all of us going there as a family. You know that they planned for all of us to go after Katie's graduation, but they didn't make it. I never told her about their plans. I was scared then, too. You know. But, 7 years later, I think I might be able to handle the trip. I'm glad that my sister and I finally have this opportunity. Please help me refrain from any type of panic attack.
Also, I noticed Jamie looking a little down. I ask that my sister grows a little closer to you after this trip. I know that it hasn't been easy for her since our earthly parents died, and she still sort of blames herself since they were on their way to see her. Cause her to lean on you, Father.
In Jesus name, amen.
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Katie looked at the time and knew she was running late. She knew her sister would be worried.

Right as Jamie's ticket was scanned, she saw her sister rushing to get in line. Jamie waved at her and mouthed that she'd see her again on the plane. Katie gave her a thumbs up.

 

[avira]

And so we begin...

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Location: Kennedy International
Scenario: Boarding Plane
Mood: Anxious
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Kamaria stood in front of their terminal gate and double checked their tickets. This was it. She pursed her lips. There was no going back now.

"Come, binti. Don't wander," beckoned Kamaria. Malika had been distracted by a nearby display of baked goods. Muffins were her favourite, though she only liked to eat the tops. "Coming, mama!" Malika replied as she skipped towards her mother with her elephant backpack bouncing behind her.

Kamaria sighed as she sat herself in one of the chairs nearby. Her two carry-ons weighed more than she wanted to lug around. Part of her felt glad to almost be on the plane with luggage stowed and out of her hands. The other part of her didn't want to board at all. She never liked traveling in planes. Especially not over open bodies of water. Kamaria could recall the first time she took a long flight. It was near the beginning of everything, when Amir got his job here in New York and they had to relocate. She remembered it as a blur of anxiety that seemed to drag on for ages, paired with a creeping sense of impending doom. That, of course, was back then. She was stronger now, older and wiser. It was her turn to be the soothing, calming presence, as a mother is supposed to do. Though, it might not be needed.

Malika, on the other hand, could not be more excited. This would be her very first flight. She'd seen them from their new apartment in Brooklyn, flying just over the horizon to this very airport. Before, she'd wonder how these mechanic birds could fly so high without flapping their wings. And how they all flew in to nest without crashing into each other. Recently, in Ms. Goodwin's 2nd grade class, they had a presentation on planes done by a kid's father. He was an aerospace engineer who wowed the class with self made models and little plane stickers given to him by his company. Malika thought that any job with a supply of stickers would be a job worth having.

"Do you think they'll like me?" Malika asked of her grandparents, whom she couldn't remember. She was told that they made the trek over to the States shortly after Malika was born. They were excited to spoil their first grandchild. "They already do, my love." Kamaria's posh Londoner accent still clung to her words, from her formative years. It somehow fit perfectly at the international airport, in New York City of all places. A true melting pot. "Do you remember what to call them?" Kamaria had been trying to teach her daughter small pieces of Arabic since birth. At her age, Malika was like a sponge, soaking up everything around her. "Jiddo and teita," Malika confidently answered, proud of her small display of knowledge.

The call to board roused both of them from their conversation and out of their seats. Malika, with a gleeful expression of adventurous thrill, almost had to pull her mother up. Kamaria's uneasiness was apparent on her grimacing face. The two waddled with their luggage towards the line of fellow passengers. They found themselves behind a man and what Kamaria assumed to be his son. Slowly, each passenger made their way through the queue, going through the same motions. Once it had gotten to Kamaria and Malika, Malika excitedly reached up to hand the ticketing agent their two passes. With an unenthusiastic smile, the agent returned their tickets and the pair were off into the square metal tunnel.

coding; allrightsreserved deer ​

 

[Hel]

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"American 665, you are clear for take-off runway 31 left. Climb via the SID. Winds 250 at 16" The rushed voice of the air traffic controller flew through one ear and into her hand as she noted the winds, and made mental note of the rest.

"American 665, clear for take off, runway 31 left. Climb via SID." Her voice returned the instructions back nearly as quickly as they had been given, and the whole of the exchange had taken no more than 15 seconds. Once the call was completed, Emily pulled out a checklist and read a series of short prompts to the captain, who replied just as quickly with their one-word replies.

"Ready to go?" Captain Hall asked once the check was complete, turning to give the younger pilot a reassuring smile. She'd never met the man before today, but from their brief conversations before they got aboard the plane he seemed nice enough. He understood her excitement and apprehension. She barely had time to give a small nod before the captain pushed the thrust lever full forward.

"Thrust set"
"ATR Armed.." With that call, the plane started rolling forward, taking off down the runway. Emily felt a familiar tug in her stomach, the anticipation of lift off. She watched the airspeed tape spring to life as she made her call outs, the whole time ready for a failure, ready for an emergency. Take offs and landings were the most dangerous phases of flight.

"V1... Rotate," She called out, as the captain pulled the nose up and the giant Boeing 787 took flight. The captain and first officer had never flown together before, but both knew their procedures well, and worked as a well oiled machine as they began the climb out phase of their flight.

Emily was ready for anything, she was not by any means inexperienced, but this was her first flight over international waters. Her mind was functioning at full level, making sure that she remembered every detail of each of the profiles. She quizzed herself on the memory items for various emergencies. as they intercepted the course for their main route. At 18,000 feet the captain instructed her to run another climb checklist, so she did, checking the pressurization, altimeter settings, and performance of the aircraft.

Once the plane leveled off, Emily felt herself relaxing. This flight was going to be just like the other dozens of flights she'd flown in the past few years. The only difference was that this flight was longer, and once they got to Europe, she'd be speaking with a controller who may not have as firm a grasp on English as the ones she was used to. She was sure that wouldn't be a problem, though, and shook away any worries in her mind as she felt the chair against her back for the first time. She'd been stiff as a board during the whole take off process, and the climb out. She hadn't realized it until just then.
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The first two hours of the flight had gone by now, and Ethan had long since stopped watching out the window. He was stuck in the very back, near the back emergency exits and the lavatory. He was glad that he'd at least managed to get a window seat. His sister was up front now, and he hadn't seen her when he boarded the plane.

Who he had seen, was the very attractive flight attendant named Tera, who he'd been flirting with off and on throughout the flight when she hovered about. Her seat- for when she wasn't serving- was at the rear of the plane, and not terribly far away from his. He glanced that way now but she seemed to have disappeared for some reason or another.

Failing to find his conversation parter, he turned back to the screen in front of him. It was pulled up to the flight map that showed the planned route to Paris and roughly where the plane was on it. He saw that they were off the coast of Canada still, to the far north. Had they really only gotten this far in the three hours they'd been flying? He didn't realize how long this flight was really going to take.

With a sigh, he started to wonder how easily he'll be able to fall asleep when the low and constant hum of the turbine engines that was constant throughout the flight was interrupted with a loud cracking sound and the sudden force of tornado like wind.

Looking up, Ethan saw the sky... through a section of the plane several rows up. He saw the sky through the top of the aircraft and the hole that had formed there seemed to be going larger and larger. Several passengers who had been seated near this abrasion and had removed their belts were forced out of the plane with no time to react. A flight attended was pushed out with her cart and many belongings were now lost to the open sky and sea.

Nearly immediately, the air was freezing cold- Ethan had no frame of reference even for how cold it was now. It was far worse than getting locked in a freezer room- somewhere in the realm of negative 57 degrees Celcius. Ethan felt himself getting pushed towards the front of the plane but his belt strained to keep him where he was. Once the pressurization equalized, the wind changed directions. He watched as the front half of the plane fell away and dipped heavily to one side. The oxygen masks in the back didn't have time to fall, and by the time all of this had happened, his thirty seconds of useful consciousness were gone, and he slouched in his seat as the aircraft glided towards the freezing waters off the coast of New Foundland
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The decompression had happened quickly and with very little warning. Emily- having been fresh out of training and ready with her memory items, got her mask on quickly- so quick that she would have looked very stupid if it had not been a real emergency. The oxygen mask locked in over her face and she felt the oxygen forced into her lungs by the pump. She pulled out the QRH to pull up the checklists before Captain Hall even got the command out. His attention was so focused on controlling the bits of the airplane that he could.

Emily managed to reach over to drop the oxygen masks to the passengers, but didn't realize that a fair portion of them were no longer connected to the front of the plane and the systems that would give them the oxygen. Fear gripped her now, but the conversation between the two as the captain manhandled the plane back to a stable glide was perfectly cam. Emily took a deep breath of calm air and continued the procedures. Once she'd finished the checklist and the emergency mayday call, she began searching for an alternate airport to divert to.

"We'll be able to make it back to the coast, we can get back to an airport with 11,000 feet of runway and emergency medical equipment." She said, turning to Captain Hall. He nodded, as they dove. She expected the steep 3,000'/minute descent- they had to get back to a breathable altitude as soon as possible for the passengers- what she didn't expect was for him to continue the descent.

"We should be levelling off!" She called into her mask mic. It was hard to talk with the oxygen being forced down her lungs, but she did.

"We don't have enough altitude." Captain Hall said.

"What are you talking about?!" Emily asked, looking over at the engine parameters that were shown on one of the MFDs. She cursed- she couldn't help it.

Two of the four engines had shut off. It was probably due to the cold, but she didn't have time to think through it. She flipped through the QRH frantically, trying to get to the engine restart list.

"There's no use, we don't have time. We have to ditch the aircraft." The captain told her. She shook her head, but knew that she couldn't argue with so little time.

"If... if you say so." She replied meekly. She began working through the water landing proceedures.

The impact with the water was jarring. She looked over to her captain and realized that the impact had knocked his head against something and caused him to fall unconscious. She still had the oxygen mask on her face as she tossed her flight bag over her shoulder and unfastened her seatbelt. The plane had landed hard in the water and she had no clue how long the plane would float on its own. Knowing her place as captain, she tried to help the passengers who survived the initial impact get the rafts out.

 

[Cheerio]

The whine exiting from the cabin air compressors near the center wing resembled the cry of an angry teapot that had been ignored for much too long. People moved about limitedly, searching for their seats and packing away their luggage. Harrison stood in the middle of the aisle and stuffed his distressed backpack in the cramped storage compartment above the suede airline seats. An elderly woman with greyish-white hair wearing a sapphire necklace nestled a large faux leather purse and maroon duffle in the cabin next to him; he noticed a young woman, undoubtedly ending 19, sitting in the window seat beside her who could’ve easily been her granddaughter.

The young woman’s face was full and medium-red from the overbeating, strong, anxious, pump of her heart. Her hair was like rustic copper wire that had been stripped one too many times, some slightly tamed from the moisture of perspiration and thick air from the packed bodies on the plane. Her hair appeared more chestnut as it absorbed the soft beam of silver light above her head. An expression of hopelessness was plastered on her face as she stared through the gap between the window and the seat in front of her, sucked into the dispiriting whirlpool of her imagination.

Harrison slid his thin leather bag from his shoulder to the floor next beside his seat and flashed a subtle, wry smile at the young woman.
“Is this your first time flying?” Harrison gave her a quick, magnetic little laugh. The girl’s grandmother eyeballed him with wide, bright gray eyes, which turned to sympathy as they rested pitifully upon the helpless girl next to her. The young woman quickly looked up at the strange gentleman through her thick curly locks, but was too deeply entrenched in the ocean her own thoughts to actually hear what he’d just asked. She stretched her sweater sleeves over her hands and crossed her arms for refuge.
….”Nuh… No.” The young woman hesitated by way of struggling confidence.
“She’s afraid of flying. And she doesn’t want to leave her mother in Elmira,” The elderly woman murmured to Harrison, eying him deep in the face, her eyes silently desiring him to let them be, yet taking her own refuge in his visibly confident demeanor, “Her parents are divorced,” she continued in a whisper, “I’m traveling with her to see my son in France.”
Harrison half smiled, letting out a reassuring snicker which appeared more proud and misplaced to the elderly woman than understanding.
“Well, this flight’ll be over before you know it, lady. That is, if the pilot even knows how to fly this thing. Did you get a load of her before boarding? You’ve got to be kidding me… a female pilot? Looks about her age!” He said as he laughed and motioned towards the worried girl.

A woman with blond hair sitting across the aisle gawped and gave him a disgusting look, turning to whisper something to what appeared to be her younger sister sitting next to her.
The elderly woman grimaced, and shook her head as she sat down, putting her hand on the girl’s lap in a reassuring manner as she mumbled incoherently to the girl continuing to pull on the sleeve of her outstretched sweater with her front teeth.
Harrison ticked his neck, closed the cabin above his seat and sat down next to his son who sat in the window seat. He autonomously pulled his phone from his pocket, swiped the screen and switched it to airplane mode before trying to send one final text to a few well-known contacts.

Both Wyatt and Harrison ignored the mundane procedures the female flight attendant delivered to the passengers several rows ahead. Airline rules were all too mundane for the two who flew at least seventeen times a year. Wyatt slid the Nintendo 3DS from the large pocket of cargo shorts and flipped it open with the volume on low and zoned out.
The cry of a baby could be heard towards the back of the plane as soon as the brown noise of chattering voices came to a halt as the attendant gathered everyone’s attention up front.

“...Prepare for takeoff."--click.
Wyatt noticed the familiar, faint smell of cologne, aged leather and cigarette smoke emanating from his dad’s brown leather jacket as he rested his head on his arm when the plane began to roll forward and increase in speed into a takeoff. He buried his forehead and nose into his jacket and closed his eyes. He felt the plane gaining speed beneath his feet and tried to ignore the adrenaline rush he’d get from the loud jet engine, ‘whooshing’ before it lifted from the ground. The smell of his dad’s jacket soothed him; a distinctive smell only belonging to that of his father that he’d been accustomed from since his earliest memories. Takeoff always made Wyatt a little uneasy and excited at the same time. He put his arm around his father’s abdomen and watched out the thick round window as the ground descended lower and lower beneath him, feeling the plane hovering in mid-air at an angle.

He closed his eyes.

***

“Can I get you two anything to drink?” A young female flight attendant chirped as she bent over her metal tray of small plastic cups filled with alcoholic drinks, sodas, various juices, and waters. Harrison exchanged a superfluous look accompanying an overly-confident but charming and boyish smile.

“I think I’ll have what you’re having.” He pretended to read her nametag pinned to the heart of her blouse, mouthing the words, “Tera,” but shifted his glance to another part of her body.
“Yea, I wish I could drink on the job,” she laughed apprehensively.
"Well, that makes one rain check each, I guess.” Harrison winked. “Anyway, I'll take a scotch on the rocks, sweetheart. Not too many.”
“Anything for the little man?” She asked with a plastic smile.
“Whaddya want, Wyatt?” He lifted his arm to wake the daydreaming boy from his jacket. Wyatt looked up at the flight attendant briefly and buried head back on his dad’s arm and muffled, “orange juice, please.”
“One orange juice,” Harrison repeated, trying to get him from his shoulder again, “And how about one set of digits?” He added.
“Hahaha, you’re so funny! I’ll be right back with your drinks.” She said with a semi-sarcastic tone and continued down the aisle.

“See Wyatt, that’s how you talk to women.” He looked down and over at him, pinching the tip of his goatee between his fingers.
“You can’t come on too strong, but you gotta hook ‘em in and keep them comin’ back for more. They’re like cats. Beautiful creatures. But you gotta earn their trust.”
Wyatt lifted his head and rested it on the back of his seat and stared at the ceiling with exasperation.
“I know...”
“If you don’t earn their trust, what happens?” Harrison quizzed him.
“You get your eyeballs scratched out.”
“Bingo!”

The flight attendant returned with two plastic cups surrounded in square napkins.
“Here you go, gentlemen!” She said with a chipper voice, handing Harrison the drinks.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?” She asked.
“There is, but I suppose you’re busy at the moment,” Harrison stated flirtatiously. The flight attendant rolled her eyes and looked over at Wyatt.
“Can I get you a pillow?” She asked Wyatt sympathetically, whose neck was bent backward with the top of his head glued to the back of the seat in a seemingly uncomfortable position.
“Um. Yes, please.” He looked over at her and back over at his dad, lifting the orange juice out from his father’s hand.
He downed it all in one swig.
“I’ll be right back.” She said softly.
Wyatt breathed audibly and hard and looked out the window next to him and studied the ailerons on the large wing beside him. The airline attendant returned with a small pillow and handed it to Wyatt with a smile. “Here you go!”
He placed the pillow on the glass of the window next to him and grabbed his backpack. He pulled out his favorite wool sheepskin hoodie that also served as a blanket, pulling it down over his head. He drifted away to sleep after several moments by the humming of the engine. The hair on the top of his head as the fan personal fan blew it straight into the air.

“Dad?” Wyatt looked up after his 2 hour nap.
“What.”
“What time will we get to France?” He rubbed his eyes.
“In about seven hours.”
Wyatt paused and stared out at the endless blanket of water and fog beneath him. “Will there be a pool at the hotel we’re staying at?”
“Yep.”
“What about an arcade?” He stretched his arms as much as he could in the cramped seat.
“Maybe.” Harrison sipped his cup of scotch and reached over to grab an airline magazine stuffed in the seat in front of him and opened it.
“...Will you be on your phone most of the time we’re there?”
Wyatt recalled all of the other trips where Harrison stayed on his phone or laptop, talking to people and traveling with foreign businessmen in pressed suits, driving in fancy cars to large offices and bars, often while he stayed back at the hotel playing video games.
“Hey. I gotta do what I gotta do, bud.” Harrison said defensively as he looked away from the paper, shaking off the imaginary crumbs from the magazine in his hand, taking a large sip of scotch.

Wyatt frowned. He looked down at the empty plastic cup in his hand and untied shoelace, feeling a swell of emotion build in his chest. In needful curiosity, he glanced around the plane and noticed a small girl about four, with jet-black hair holding what appeared to be a stuffed elephant, sitting next to a middle-eastern woman 1 row across from him diagonally. He tried to get her to notice him by making noises with his teeth but they both sat as stiff as a tree.

A loud “TACK” echoed from the base of the plane to which a gentleman sitting a few rows back rattled, “What the hell was that?” Everyone looked around, some in a silent, deep panic.
Harrison looked up from his magazine and stared at the cockpit for several moments.
The plane turned to a deafening quiet as everyone looked about.

The baby several rows toward the back began to cry once more. The flight attendants scurried down the aisle to talk to another attendant and picked up the corded phone.

Wyatt was still focused on trying to get the attention of the kid across from him, when he looked up from staring at the back of the head to notice a small light shining in from the top of the plane. He rubbed his eyes and noticed the portal growing larger, quickly exposing himself and everyone in the front section to the monstrous hole of a sky above. He wondered if he was dreaming and shook his head as a feeling of shock rushed through his body like electricity.
The wind came upon him intensely without warning, hitting his face with a painful force and chill.

Harrison looked down and over at Wyatt, his large brown eyes displaying grave concern and protectiveness with an ounce of fear. He immediately grabbed onto Wyatt’s right with an extremely strong grip and whispered loudly to him, “We’re not going to die today.”
The piercing scream of the young woman called out directly behind them, turning into a beckoning wail. Wyatt stared up at the wide gray sky, captivated by what he was seeing before him while attempting to mentally piece together the puzzling words spoken to him by his father that fell from his mouth and blew away through the forceful winds, unable to be located.

“Everyone brace for impact!” A large man bellowed from the front left corner of the plane who was difficult to see from the opposite row as several bodies rose to his command, blocking his view.

Wyatt tried to distance himself mentally from the choir of screams and wails gripping him. He found himself in a forest of pines and yellow conifers, speeding past a path of golden dirt, flying on the back of his 27ft. dragon, Peter, the Orange one, trusting that he would transport him to someplace safe. Peter sped down the dirt path faster and faster as the wind blew harder against them; Wyatt gripped his saddle tighter and tighter. He opened his eyes.
He grabbed the jacket blanketing his father with a forceful grip. He closed his eyes and buried his face back into his leather jacket as he allowed himself to feel the open wind beat against his body and the plane descend beneath him. He let out a loud squeal as Harrison ripped off his grip from his jacket and unbuckled his seatbelt forcefully from his waist, then reaching over to unsnap his in less than 4 seconds.

Peter ascended upwards into the sky to avoid the impending trolls launching rocks ahead of them with their slingshots, flying into their dangerous territory in the deep woods. Wyatt gnashed his teeth, bit his tongue to the point of blood from the impact of one the boulders that knocked them down and off course.

“Wyaaaat----!” He heard the familiar voice call out into a muffle as he floated through the strange air that felt thick and liquidy. He closed his eyes and welcomed the unknown that would take him away.

 

[Spiritrings]

Jamie took her seat. She kept her eyes on everyone coming aboard, on the lookout for her younger sister. When she saw Katie heading toward her, she smiled. As soon as Katie was settled, the flight attendant began her script.

“Good evening, Ladies and Gentleman! Welcome aboard Flight 665 to Charles de Gaulle. My name is Tera Lane. We, the cabin crew, are here to make sure that your flight is comfortable and enjoyable.

From Captain Hall and the crew, it is our pleasure to serve you today. If you need anything at all, please let us know.

In a few moments, we’ll be screening a safety video about this aircraft. In the seat pocket in front of you, you’ll find a safety briefing card. We require that you give us careful attention. Thank you.”

As soon as the safety video was over, Katie pulled out her safety chart and studied it, intensely. She wanted to be prepared. Jamie watched her and when she saw that she was finished, she asked her how she felt.

“I’m alright. I’m comfortable and the attendants are nice. I think that we’re going to be ok.”

Katie beamed at the fact that her sister seemed to be becoming more relaxed. Jamie looked at the aisle next to her and noticed the young boy and his father she had seen in the airport. “Good,” she thought, “It’ll be easier to keep an eye on him this way.” Then she heard the boy’s father make a sexist comment about their female pilot and was thoroughly disgusted. She silently hoped that he wouldn’t be making these sort of comments the whole way to France.

After that, she turned to her sister, and told her about the man sitting across from them that she had vaguely encountered. Katie responded, “Well, Sis, we can’t assume anything. You know that. I know you just want to help, but I don’t think that we should intervene right now. The little guy seems to be doing alright. Besides, once we get to France, I’m certain that we’ll go different ways. It’s a big country.” Jamie agreed and stopped worrying. She took out her phone, plugged in her earphones, and started listening to her pop music playlist. Katie took out her phone, tapped her Duolingo app, and continued her French lessons. She wasn’t fluent yet, but she was couldn’t wait to use what she had learned in school and through this app in France.

About an hour later, the young ladies were politely interrupted by their familiar attendant.

“Could I get you ladies anything to drink: soda, water, juice?” asked Tera.

Katie sweetly shook her head no. She did not want to drink anything and risk having to use the aircraft lavatory. Jamie asked for a water, no ice. She looked over at her sister and noticed that she was nodding off. Wanting Katie to have a comfortable nap, she gave her their J-pillow and said that she could get some rest first. Jamie turned on her podcast and listened to an audio drama about a group of friends as they journey in an “almost-post-apocalyptic United States.”

An hour in, Katie woke up from her nap. She looked over at her sister, and noticed that she had fallen asleep, her show still playing. She gently tapped her sister awake, motioned towards the pillow, and adjusted it around her sister’s head. Jamie sleepily tried to explain that she was just resting her eyes, and Katie gave her a knowing smile. Jamie drifted off, and Katie was growing thirsty. She hadn’t had anything to drink in 6 hours, and now that she had just awakened from a nap, her mouth was dry. The sweet attendant brought her some water. 45 minutes later, Katie had to use the restroom. She tried to hold in, but knew that it would be hours before they would land, so she went ahead and decided to conquer her fear. She unbuckled her seat belt, and walked toward her lion. When she got in, she realized that it wasn’t so bad. She quickly did her business and walked out. As she was returning, she noticed that her flight attendant was pouring someone a beverage, so she patiently waited for her to finish serving, even though the anxiety of being out of her seat was now getting heavy.

That’s when it happened. There was a loud noise and and the front of the plane was ripped off. Both Tera and her cart were sucked out of the plane. Katie followed.

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By the time the 7th episode of Jamie’s drama ended, she heard a loud noise. Then, she looked up, and watched as the roof the plane tore off. She saw Tera (and what appeared to be her little sister) get engulfed out of the aircraft.

Jamie slowly looked to her left. Her sister was not there. Her stomach was churning, her breathing became short, her eyes seemed to be frozen open, and although she could hear wailing around her, no noises could come from her own body, but there was a steady stream of tears dripping down her cheeks. She could not believe what she had witnessed.

 

[avira]

Kamaria Al-Hashem & Malika Abdulrashid

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Location: In the middle of Allah knows where
Scenario: Trying to escape on one of the rafts
Mood: Confused, Scared, Worried
Tags: Cheerio Hel
Notes: Kamaria is mostly fine, just a slight fainting spell (perhaps a concussion from head injury).

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Malika sat next to her mother in a very spacious [to a small girl] window seat, happily invested in her drawing of an elephant. The elephant backpack she brought everywhere sat snugly in her lap and served as her "model". Its beaded eyes twinkled in the reflection of the overhead light as it looked up at her, encouraging Malika's creativitiy. The colouring, paired with a set of elephant ear shaped headphones playing exactly the kind of music you'd think a 7 year old girl would listen to, led Malika to get lost in her own wonderful world. She was blissfully unaware of the many things that might bother a person during an airborne trip. For instance, the loud rumbling of the engines, the unexpected bumps that tended to unsettle the stomach, or the person behind you kicking your seat for seemingly no good reason.

Those were the exact things that Kamaria unfortunately found herself dealing with.

Thud. Another kick to her seat. 'Could this flight get any worse?' she wondered to herself, silently. Kamaria peeked back at the culprit, expecting a small, restless child. She could have sworn she'd heard him, or someone, hissing at her and her daughter. That was part of the reason why she thought it was a child behind her, he was probably playing a game. Instead, she found a grown man sprawled out all over the space, his left arm spilling over into the seat next to him. The occupant of that seat, an older lady who looked quite frail, scooted over in her seat to accommodate him. If eyes could kill. 'Poor woman,' Kamaria thought, thankful that at least she didn't have to sit next to that man. She returned her attention to her daughter, whose silky hair she'd been stroking since they'd taken off. "Why, binti, that's a beautifu-"

They say tragedy strikes quickly.

A loud noise rattled through the plane. It was followed by silence, the calm before the storm. Quickly, it was overtaken by the uproar of concerned passengers and stewardesses with reassurances. Panic proliferated through the cabin, infecting people with a sense of fear. They started to unbuckle and get up, trying to figure out what happened. The man sitting behind Kamaria was such a person. She heard the click of his seat belt coming off. It would be his undoing. Just as quickly as he'd taken the belt of, the man was sucked through an increasingly larger crevice at the top of the cabin.

Kamaria's first instinct was to secure her child. Thankfully, neither had removed their seat belts, at Kamaria's overprotective insistence. She wrapped her arms around Malika and pulled her head close to Kamaria's chest. "Mamaaa," she whined, still immersed in her world of crayons and elephants. "I'm draw-"

"Hush, Malika. It's going to be alright," interrupted Kamaria whispered with a tone Malika had never heard before. There was a quivering in Kamaria's voice that scared Malika, more than the screams erupting around them. Malika's incomplete drawing was whipped into the air, ripped out of the quickly depressurizing cabin. Everything not secured was being sucked through the hole almost directly above the two girls. Their hair was pulled upwards, tangled between mess of tears and debris.

"أعوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ A’udhu billahi minushaitanir rajeem," Kamaria chanted between laboured breaths. She opened her eyes briefly. More of the plane was falling apart. The ocean could be seen clearly now. Its tranquility seemed to lull her into a small moment of peace, quickly interrupted by the violent slam of the plane into the water.

Malika was sheltered from most of the impact. Her mother, however, was not. Kamaria's head was hurled against something hard, probably the seat in front of them. She could not see, could not think, could not feel the blood pouring from her head. All she knew was to get her daughter to safety.

With adrenaline pumping through her system, Kamaria unbuckled her and her daughter from the sinking plane. Through a herculean amount of effort, she picked up her daughter and dragged them both through the plane's wreckage and towards one of the rafts being deployed at the sides of the plane. Stumbling, she was helped by a woman in uniform. Different than the stewardesses, though. Perhaps the pilot? Kamaria offered a small smile as thanks, but she wasn't sure if it was seen through the blood and panic. She leaned on the dark haired woman as she and Malika got into a raft alongside other passengers.

"Mama?"

That was the last thing Kamaria heard before she blacked out.

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[Hel]

Emily unfastened her seat belt and leaped to her feet. She grabbed her flight bag, and as she moved to leave she paused, glancing at the captain. In a moment of hope, she reached down to check his pulse, and counted.... but there was nothing to count. He was gone. She was the Pilot in Command now. These people were hers to take care of. This plane was her responsibility. She had to get the passengers taken care of before she could save herself

But what if she couldn't?

This responsibility was more than she'd been prepared to, and tears sprang to her eyes from the stress of the realization. She barely felt her broken rib over the pain in her heart of fear and guilt. You're wasting time, stick to the procedures. She thought as she pulled her hand away from Hall's neck and wiped at her eyes. She hadn't even taken off her oxygen mask, she realized as she tore it off. It was useless now. She started to grab the QRH before realizing she wouldn't have time to read it. She only had her memories. The flight attendants who remained had already begun getting the rafts in place, and passengers out onto the wings of the aircraft.

As she came out of the cabin to help, she saw one of the passengers pushing through the lines to the door, screaming.

"It's going to go under! It's going to take us with it! We have to get out!" He screamed as he pushed the woman in front of him into the freezing waters. He plummeted behind her into the depths. When the two popped back up on the surface they gasped for air, the shock of the water hitting their systems. The first man began frantically swimming away from the plane as the woman tried to scramble to the wing, cursing the man as she struggled to stay above the waters. No one on the wing already reached down to help her, for fear of falling in themselves.

After a while, though, they weren't the only two who'd fallen in.

The stewardesses and stewards who were left split, one of them started pacing the aisles and unbuckling those who'd passed out during the decompression. Others were helping get the passengers on rafts, yelling the archaic command: "Women and Children first!" Emily moved to help those who'd fallen into the water get back up into the rafts. At one point, she saw a mother and child with an elephant backpack - or perhaps a woman and her much younger sister - She reached down to help them in. She wanted to keep families together as best as she could. At another time she reached to a young boy who had been separated somehow from whoever he'd been with.


After a while, Emily left the raft, giving up her place, and went back into the airplane. She knew it could cost her space on the raft, and her life, but she had to check the plane, make sure everyone had managed to get off. She had no choice, this was her job. Once she returned to the plane, she moved towards the back to find her brother, and get any passengers who remained out. She climbed over the seats to get around the lines of passengers trying to get out of the plane. How are all of these people going to last? She wondered to herself, afraid, as she shook another passenger she was climbing over awake.

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Ethan was shaken awake, his head was throbbing and sore, but he was otherwise fine. He saw his sister, and could tell she was scared though her face was determined and controlled.

"Em.. What...?" He started, but she cut him off.
"We crashed." She said, "You're one of the last on the plane, I couldn't wake you up. Please, I'm not sure how much time we have left. I know the plane is supposed to float for 45 minutes... but I don't know how long it's been." She confessed, quietly. "I can't leave the plane until everyone else is off." Suddenly everything came back to Ethan, and his eyes widened a bit at the realization.
"Where are we? Is rescue coming? What's happening?" His questions were met with a shake of his sisters head.
"Shh, it's going to be okay, okay? Just... do what I say... I can't... please?" She asked, fighting to keep from falling apart. She knew she'd already lost some of the passengers to the icy waters. Some had swam off and disappeared. She failed to save everyone. She'd already failed.

Ethan saw these thoughts on her face and shook her shoulders. "Okay... it's okay.. We'll survive, we're together. I'll help you, we'll save who's left, I promise. Look at me. I promise." Emily bit back tears as she nodded, hugging her brother and then moving away. She still had to check the Lavatory. Thankfully, no one was inside.