Realistic or Modern Stranded and Unfamiliar

[Zenna]

It’s a normal spring day; the perfect mood and weather for a nice trip. The weather seems enjoyable, and the flight from the United States to Europe means a new adventure and beginning for everyone aboard. Unaware, six passengers on board --all equally unique-- are destined to be put through a grueling test of survival and teamwork.
Unpredicted due to the fairly calm weather, a storm is brewing on the horizon. The severe weather to come could be easily avoided as long as there is an adequate place for an emergency landing or an experienced pilot on board to navigate the worst of the turbulence. However, the plane’s planned route is across the expansive Atlantic Ocean; no landing spots to be seen for many, many miles.
With the plane doomed to fly straight into a ravenous storm, it is up to fate if the travelers will make it to their set destination.

Wolfypuffs Zenna ClownPope dmgink Alixars nearlyflowers​

 

[Alixars]

Virginia rested her head against the plane’s window and the cool glass soothed the throbbing pain in her head that seemed to echo her heart beat. Despite the numerous times she had taken this trip before, it never became easier. The medical white of the interior of the plane and the all the people. So many people, all packed together like dogs in a kennel, spending precious time their time wondering whether they were going home or going to their early death. She shut her eyes and let the darkness envelope her, surround her. The pain in her head was almost gone, when there was a tap on her shoulder.

It’s incredible, really, how well you can know someone. The tap, was drawn out. Not in a creepy way, no, but in a way that said, “I know how you are, but I need to talk.” It told her the tap cared about her. The tap was with a long finger, good for the delicate notes and keys of a piano, and someone who bites their nails, filing them down in hopes that their emotions and fears will do the same. She turned to look at her brother.

He was thin. Sometimes it scared her how thin. Then she would look in the mirror and worry about both of them. They had become merely a pair of skeletons. They shared a button nose and round blue eyes that simultaneously told the viewer everything and nothing at the same time. Virginia hair was dyed black, yet another piece of herself Virginia borrowed from the media around her. Matt’s hair was still their natural blond, but somehow it told the same story.

“Mom just texted me, you forgot you scarf,” Matt’s voice was soft, so different from the brother she once knew. He had fear in his voice. He was scared of her, his sister, the girl he once called his best friend.

Virginia didn’t even bother to open her eyes. “Why would he text you about that?” There was cut in her voice, a never disappearing anger. This was was the boy, the brother, she once called her closest friend. He stuttered an answer. His voice wobbling out a somewhat understandable response.

“Whatever.” Virginia put her headphones on again. There was a simple ping on her phone. It’s incredible the weight that one sound could hold. She ignored it. It was just about the weather, what could it matter?

 

[Wolfypuffs]

Sebastian had never been one for travel. His entire life, he'd lived and worked in the uptown scene of Naples, a large northeastern city known for its booming growth. It had its flaws, sure, but it was still home to him and many of his close companions. Everything from angry coworkers to the honking of horns just made it feel right; without all the bustle, it left him with an unquenchable foreign feeling. Things had been a bit turbulent since the incident, but Sebastian considered himself to be a highly adaptable human being. No matter life threw at him, he found some way to adjust to the change and pretend it wasn't a horrible bother. Deep down, it was....a bit. That mentality was the only reason he was aboard the airline in the first place, ignoring the fact he was being ordered to. When boss sent out an order, boss meant it. It was the one rule no one bothered to question.

A ping interrupted his thoughts, his eyes glancing down at his already lit up phone screen.

Caelan Van Doren--5/19--2:28: The food on here sucks.

Sebastian stared down at his phone with a crooked smirk, using a hand to scratch the inside of his left arm. In the very least, it wasn't a single man business trip. His employer had close ties with Van Doren's small... 'business.' They often worked deals with each other, giving Sebastian and Caelan the opportunity to grow closer. It had been a sort of surprise for both men that any kind of friendship could have blossomed between them. After all, they were polar opposites. The two being extremely close and Calean setting his on schedule, it only made sense to turn what was supposed to be a rather grim business into a drunken European getaway. For the sake of keeping suspicions down, they had purposefully chosen different airlines.

Sebastian Lyall--5/19--2:28: Just get soda you bitch ass baby

Caelan Van Doren--5/19--2:29: No.

The conversation ended there as it normally did, and Sebastian moved his hand to the power button on his phone with a deep sigh. The humor fell from his face as soon as the screen turned black, his serious eyes looking up to glance around the plane's cabin. With no one to truly humor him, it felt like a rather bland filler. He reached a hand up to pick at his bottom lip, turning back in his seat with mild contemplation. He could boot his laptop up, but it was too much risk in such a tightly compacted public space. If anyone was to get nosy, he'd be in a world of trouble. With that thought, he crossed one of his legs to restlessly wait out the rest of the flight.

 

[dmgink]

Gunner Beaulieu
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Travelling wasn't a new thing for Gunner. With his job, he constantly got to road trip across the United States and Canada. This time around, however, he was taking some time for himself. The season had already ended for his team, and the young man had a huge contract to consider once he got back. He was already almost certain he would take it; there was no way he could say no to a couple more years in the League and get a pay bump while doing it.

Gunner was already exhausted, and he was sure the flight still had some time left to go. Travelling to the States from Canada to catch this flight was already a bit of a journey in itself, and not exactly the shortest one either. He lived on the Pacific side of the country, making travelling to the other side a tedious, but possible task. He hadn't slept in hours.

With that in mind, and nobody else to talk to except the stranger to his right, who was also fast asleep, Gunner started to close his eyes. He was already aware of the storm brewing outside the tiny window next to his arm, but didn't let that bother him. He figured the flight staff would know what to do and would have it under control. When he woke up, he would be in European paradise. That's just how things had to go.

Plane crashes rarely happened, right? The odds were on his side, Gunner figured. That was enough to put his mind to rest. He didn't worry as much about things as some of the people he knew did. He figured that, in the end, everything would work out just fine.

Within minutes, Gunner rested his head into his hand and leaned closer to the said window. He began to drift off shortly thereafter, trying to ignore the conversations of those around him. He was quickly swept away into the land of dreams, and there he would remain for now.

 

[ClownPope]

Harvey had never been a fan of flying. The fear was put into his head at a young age by his father who loathed flying. "Why would I put myself in a tight tin can with tons of other people like sardines?" He would say. It didn't help that Harvey was also fearful of tight spaced and overcrowded areas, something he overlooked when planning this trip in the first place, which he usual did. This trip was important though, at least to him, he always wanted to expand his knowledge of the entertainment arts and improve his talents.

So far during the flight Harvey had been fidgety. Looking around, constantly checking the time, making mental notes about other passengers. Over and over again, if anything were to happen he probably had a plan for it, or at least he thinks so. Being this on edge always exhausted him but he was also to anxious to rest his eyes. He wasn't always like this, there was a time when he would go wherever he wanted, talk to who ever, and just be in a place without the constant worrying but that was quite a while ago. Now the only time he didn't worry while in public was when he was working, once the red nose was on the fear seemed to disappear and he would love people again.

Before Harvey could turn himself more into a nervous wreck a smallish shape in his lap buried its face into the crook of his arm, bringing his attention to it. When he looked down a deep brown pair of eyes looked back up at him. Atop that was a large pair of ears like little satellite dishes tipped in black, along with a smushed black muzzle, a short and stout body which people would say is similar to his own, that was covered in fawn colored fur and a small nub for a tail. She was a french bulldog and had on a baby pink halter with a couple patches on it stating that she was a service animal and had the name 'Boogie' embroidered on it.

"Thank you, Boogie." Harvey said softly not wanting to disrupt the other passengers. Besides his career, and the only exception, that made him happy was this little dog. If it wasn't for her Harvey would't be able to function through his day to day life. Taking a deep breath Harvey ran a hand over the dogs back keeping mindful to the texture of her fur and brough the hand back up and rubbed behind her ears, where he knew she liked. She made a sort of snorfle sound to show her approval and rested again in his lap, her job well done.

Now calmed down Harvey glanced around one last time to assure himself he wasn't disturbing anyone.

 

[nearlyflowers]

Lola Grander
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This was better than the blonde could have ever imagined. She had always wondered what it was like above the clouds where the stars lived and birds ruled. It was wondrous. Bright, molasses orbs were glued to the window as fluffy clouds passed like waves. If anyone was watching they would be able to tell almost immediately that this was more than likely it was the girl's first time on a plane. And they would be correct. Lola Grander had never been on a plane...and she hoped that this would not be the last. She wanted to travel the world as a famous chef; tasting new ingredients and discovering new recipes. It had been a dream of hers ever since she was a young girl.

So here she was, on her way to Europe to attend her top school--Le Marmiton.

The day that the acceptance letter had arrived the girl also could not believe it, but the proof was in the paper. With looped, cursive writing the letter read 'Congratulations, you have been accepted...' Bashfully Lola admitted that she had screamed a little. Her mom--who was a single mother--expressed excitement, as well as worry. Neither of them had been outside the country and her only daughter being so far away was...a bit sad. Putting her own sadness aside she had encouraged Lola to go. That was how the girl got here.

The more Lola stared out the window the more she realized that the clouds were growing thick and gray. Knowing that dark clouds meant rain she felt a slight bit of panic rise up in the pit of her stomach and then spread over her in a massive wave. Taking a breath, she assured herself that the captains and staff were capable and could handle a little rain. Everything would be perfectly fine.

 

[Zenna]

Carmen Hill​

Carmen leaned against the small passenger cabin window, staring out into the sea of clouds spread across the sky. Not long before, bits and pieces of the ocean could be seen far below, a striking blue like she had never seen. Now, only a dark mixture of clouds filled the air to create a gloomy atmosphere. Earlier today she had been expecting a beautiful flight, not some dark and depressing scenery.

With a small sigh, Carmen shifted her gaze away from the window to focus on the journal left open on the collapsible table in front of her. She had been struggling to come up with the outline to her story, words and scribbles filling the page with a black ink. A plane ride seemed like the perfect place to jump ahead in her writing, but it seemed to have done just the opposite. It no longer seemed likely that she would be able to write until she had landed safely in Europe. While it was a bit of a relief, she didn't know what she would be able to do for the time being. The plane had limited activities, and she didn't think she could stare out the window for the entire trip.

Carmen's eyes flickered towards a few stale rice crackers she had settled on a napkin next to her book, a grimace quickly forming at the sight. Food was one thing on a plane that she doubted anyone could enjoy. She already missed the home cooked meals at her apartment, and it had only been a matter of hours. Staring at the bland food for another moment, she pushed them further away, unwilling to consider eating any more than she had already attempted.

At the sound of the speaker's static, Carmen's eyes glanced up as the pilot's voice began to ring through the seats. "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be entering an area of turbulence up ahead. Please stay seated and fasten your designated seat belt and stay calm. Flight Attendants will be seated towards the front should any problems arise." As the speaker clicked off, a quiet groan left Carmen's lips, her gaze watching as the bright orange seat belt sign lit up. She leaned around to search for her seat belt, flattening out the dress she had worn onto the flight. Things were already beginning to seem like they couldn't get any worse, and they weren't nearly as close to Europe as she would have liked.

 

[Alixars]

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be entering an area of turbulence up ahead. Please stay seated and fasten your designated seat belt and stay calm. Flight Attendants will be seated towards the front should any problems arise." Virginia moaned as th nasally voice of the pilot informed her that the universe or god or whatever was determined to make sure Virginia spent the flight in pain, rather than a peaceful dream world. She rubbed her temples and the blinking orange sign telling her to put on your seatbelt seemed to try and torment her. She, rather angrily, grabbed her seatbelt and buckled hearing the click that said, “Don’t worry! Now you might not die!”

Virginia had what her parents referred to as a paranoid obsession with the safety precautions and morality rate of anything she did. When Virginia had been 10 and her and her brother had been forced to take the flight for the first time, she turned to her mother and said, “I read that what the ladies on the plane tell you to do during a crash isn’t supposed to save your life, it’s only supposed to protect you teeth so they can identify the body.”

Virginia started seeing a therapist after that. She looked at the larger man sitting across the isle, tenderly petting a small dog. Dr. Lee had tried that, but dogs were not her specialty. However as she began to feel the turbulence, she found watching the dog soothing, and she just stared, gripping her belt harder and harder the worse the turbulence.

 

[dmgink]

Gunner Beaulieu
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"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be entering an area of turbulence up ahead. Please stay seated and fasten your designated seat belt and stay calm. Flight Attendants will be seated towards the front should any problems arise."

Fan-fucking-tastic. Gunner awoke as soon as the announcement began. He yawned, looking around at the other passengers to scan for reactions. With a sigh, the Canadian fastened his seatbelt and crossed his arms. He could tell the other passengers weren't exactly happy about the adjustment either.

He knew the flight staff couldn't help the turbulence, but he hated it anyway. He leaned back in his seat as far as he could without disturbing the other passengers, puffing out a small amount of air. Well, his nap plans were ruined, and now he was bored too. He noticed a dog, one he heard was named Boogie, but wasn't sure he should go and interact with it. He could get up and absolutely break the rules, but he wouldn't. He stayed in his seat.

Being the optimist that he was, Gunner hoped that the turbulence wouldn't last long. He then held tightly onto his seat as the plane approached up ahead, looking out the window to notice the stormy clouds once more. He was far from home but nowhere near his destination and he knew that. He just hoped they would get there soon; maybe he would crash in the hotel as soon as he set foot in the room.

 

[Wolfypuffs]

Sebastian's first instinct when the speaker overhead began to speak was to uncross his legs, a slightly guilty grimace crossing over his face. He was always expecting some kind of scolding for appearing informal, and it had become a reflex. Surprisingly, he relaxed as the turbulence was announced. While Sebastian had only flown a few other times, he put a lot of faith into the pilots. Worry never even crossed his mind as he moved to buckle himself in, rearranging his legs as he mentally prepared himself for the rest of the flight.

After a while, the 'turbulence' was feeling a bit less secure, and Sebastian finally opted to glance out the window. Thick black clouds swirled in from every direction like smoke, and the ocean below could only be seen as distant violence. Still, looking out at the turmoil around them, Sebastian couldn't find himself too concerned. It was unlikely the plane would fly straight through the clouds; surely the pilot was experienced enough. With that, he sat back and began to glance around the cabin again, trying to pick up on any nervous faces in the crowd. He could see more than a few, to his surprise. It hadn't exactly hit him yet that everyone was concerned, his eyes just going from person to dog to person curiously.

His calm mindset was completely scrambled as a crack of lightening split the air, a bright hot flash blinding him temporarily. The entire plane shook violently, and the sound that cracked against his eardrums was unbearable. If he hadn't been buckled in, Sebastian was sure he would have rolled right onto the floor and slammed his head against the metal interior. He pushed his ears against the side of his head with a gasp, fear quick to flash in and out of his mind. It was over just as quickly as it began, and Sebastian found himself gripping the arms of the seat in a spooked manner, his eyes wide. The pilot was an idiot if the plane was really going to fly right through the storm.

Sebas contemplated pressing a question to the flight attendant, but he kept his mouth shut. Nobody else was speaking up, so why would he? He just tried to sit back and talk himself down, knowing very well they'd end up landing safely. Even as turbulence shook the entire plane, he tried to play it off, just raising his fist to his front teeth anxiously in response.

 

[ClownPope]

After the announcement from the pilot Harvey started to become anxious yet again. He buckled his seat belt as instructed and held Boogie close in his arms. His chest starting to feel tight as his breathing quickened. Boogie, doing her best at trying to distract him, licked his face a few times as if to say "Hey! Hey! Pay attention to me. Don't worry about it, just look at me."

Harvey sat still in his own kind of turbulence as his mind raced through every horrible thing that could possibly happen. If he had to make a list of preferable ways to die, a plane crash, especially over the ocean, was probably very low on the list. Even more so because Boogie was with him. If anything happened to her during the flight he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. He made a promise that no one would ever get hurt around him again. He started to shake ever so slightly at the thought.

When the lightning crackled he pulled the pup in tighter and squeezed his eyes shut as even she started to whine now. That seemed to snap him out of it a small bit and he opened his eyes beginning to pet her again. It wasn't often that she became unfocused from her job. "Shh shh its okay, it's okay. It's gonna be alright." He murmured softly, the last part being mostly to reassure himself as the plane shook. He took a moment to look around the plane again gauging other peoples reactions around him. It seemed rather grim already but across the isle he noticed the young girl watching Boogie, he lifted one of her paws and waved it a little to try and lighten the situation.

 

[Alixars]

Crash. Lightning erupted outside the window and black clouds swirled. Very bump made Virginia’s knuckles turn whiter and she held the arm rests tighter and tighter. The man accompanying the dog was short and a little thicker. He had black hair and tattoos and scars up and down his arms, all partially hidden by a white shirt. With every bump he held the dog closer and closer, like he could somehow save the small dog with his hugs. Despite her attempt to hide her staring he saw and raised the little dogs paw in a waving motion. She grinned a slight bit despite the seemingly dangerous situation. She let go of the right arm chair to tap her brother. His eyes were wide and confused. She smiled, as much as her fear would allow, and gesturing with her head to the dog, “Look.”

There was another crash of lightning, shaking the plane and made the dog bark. The man’s forehead creased and his sad eyes closed and all they showed now was fear. Matt turned to the man, voice wavering, “What’s her name?” He forced a smile. Matt had become the caretaker of others of the twins. Virginia only seemed to be a caretaker of herself. Seemed. There was another crash of thunder and Virginia grabbed her brother’s hand. He didn’t respond, still looking to the man with the dog, but he squeezed her hand, seeming to tell her, “Don’t worry. I’m right here. I’m always going be right here.”

 

[nearlyflowers]

Lola Grander
Mentions: dmgink ​

Angry gray clouds overtook the fluffy white and soon it appeared as if they had entered an world as an ominous darkness fell. Apparently the blonde was not the only one to feel it. As she was glancing around curiously an announcement came on that informed the passengers that they were going to hit turbulence and seat belts should be applied. Quickly, maybe a little too quickly because the person next to her shot her a strange glance, she fidgeted with the seat belt until a satisfying 'click' sounded. Just the sound was enough to bring a sense of calmness. Lola reminded herself that the staff was used to this and that everyone would be fine. She was managing to convince herself until a loud, booming shook the cabin. The sound was then followed by a 'crack' as a flash filled the cabin. Automatically worried orbs went back to the window. The clouds were moving and the water below was shadowy and foreboding. There was a brief moment where she thought about the plane going toward the water, but with a quick shake of her head she was able to get rid of the image.

In order to try and distract herself she cast another quick glance around the cabin. Without meaning to her orbs landed on a guy who was taller than the seat. With brownish, blonde locks in a short cropped style he was like any other guy. It was really the height of the male that surprised her. Was her even comfortable? Realizing that she was staring she quickly adverted her eyes to a mother and child. The child appeared to be terrified of what was going on. The patch-work bear in his lap was being gripped so tight that she was wondering if a seam was going to bust. His mother, an older lady, was gently rubbing his back in an attempt to comfort him. It was sweet. It made Lola miss her mother and wish that she was here with her. They would of had an amazing time in Europe together. Alas, Eve could not leave her job and move. It was not feasible. She had made her mother promise to come visit.

The thoughts of her mother was enough to distract her from the current event. That was until the wind hit the plane and caused it to waver. Gripping the seat until knuckles turned white Lola took a breath. Again, she reassured herself that everything was going to be okay.

 

[Zenna]

Carmen Hill​

Whatever boredom Carmen had felt before was eliminated as a crack of lightening shook the plane. Her journal shifted against the table, nearly slipping off the side onto the floor before. With a shaky hand, Carmen reached forward to pluck up the journal and rice crackers, discarding them into her bag below. Having her items out lying around suddenly seemed less safe than keeping them hidden away in her bag.

Carmen was logical enough to believe that the pilot knew what he was doing, it was a well known fact that car crashes were several times more common than a plane crash. Anyone should have known that the turbulence would only be a little bump in the road on the way to their destination. Those points were enough to ease her mind, allowing her to lean back into the seat. Whatever rough patch they had to go through would be over soon enough, and it would be clear skies ahead.

When the second string of thunder cracked alongside the flash of lightening, several murmurs began to drift through the cabin of the plane. Once glance around the cabin was enough to allow Carmen to realize just how nervous people had begun to act despite any logical facts. Despite her own resistance to the negativity, it didn't take long for an anxious feeling to overcome her the longer she listened to the uncomfortable crowd. Her hand clasped at the armrest as her eyes peered out the window, warily watching the dark clouds swirl around. Surely the plane wouldn't go down; it wasn't a common occurrence. Then again, it wasn't often planes ended up trapped in the midst of a storm. Carmen released a shaky breath in an attempt to calm her nerves, forcing herself to ignore the tremors the erupted throughout the plane. Whatever happened, they would surely make it to Europe by the designated time.

 

[Wolfypuffs]

Minutes drug on like hours as the plane continued into the storm, each crack of lightening and sheet of rain sending Sebastian's panic levels higher and higher. He tried not to show it, however, still reminding himself that the pilot was most likely experienced. Why weren't they trying to turn around, though? Why were they flying straight into a thick cloud of black? Another loud boom, closer to an explosion, shook the entire plane. Sebastian's eyes darted up to the front of the cabin, expecting somebody--anybody--to come out and explain the situation.

There were no announcements, but the stewardess walked briskly from the cockpit and down the isle. Despite the plane's turbulence, she made it to the back and slid into a seat, buckling herself up. Sebastian watched her the entire time, his eyes wide with paranoia. Why wasn't the crew communicating? Something felt so off, and he was sure that if someone didn't say something, the entire group of passengers would go into a panic. There was sobbing from all ends of the cabin, few calm faces left among the seats. The entire plane shook harder and harder, feeling as if it was just some kind of menacing build up.

And in a way, it was.

A bolt of lightening blinded the entire plane, the boom turning into a sharp zap followed by a loud explosion. Everything around the cabin began to spiral and blur, the feeling of weightlessness surrounding them all. Screams erupted from all corners of the cabin, nothing to the roar of wind as the vessel hurled itself like a dead-weight towards the turbulent waves. Sebastian slammed his nose into the back of his seat as he did so, unable to turn back around once they began to plummet.

That was it. He was going to die. He was never going to see his best friend again. The sea he had been admiring a few hours ago would be nothing but a watery grave; the plane a casket. His entire life flashed before his eyes: his parents, his friends, his jobs, his regrets and loses. It seemed so small and insignificant now. The plane hit the water with a boom, and everything went black for what seemed like forever.

 

[dmgink]

Gunner Beaulieu
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The hope Gunner once felt was starting to wash away. He was never one to feel sheer terror, but right now, he was damn close to it. He could feel it in his bones that he was going to die. He never knew what that felt like, and quite honestly, he hated that he knew now what that feeling was. The plane shook and creaked around him and for once he wasn't confident about his odds.

Gunner's whole life was replaying in his mind. He held tightly onto the arm rests of his seat as the plane began to spiral and drop. His stomach jumped into his chest, maybe almost in a literal sense as well as a figurative one. He tightly closed his eyes and could feel himself starting to tremble.

This was it. He was done for. No European paradise. No big hockey contracts. Only a watery grave.

As the plane hit the water, Gunner wanted to scream. He stayed awake for a few seconds as the water started to rise up to his head. He passed out shortly after that.

Well, at least he wouldn't be awake when he drowned..

 

[ClownPope]

Despite the fearful situation Harvey looked at the two and gave a shaky reply. "Her names Boogie." Even though he needed her now more than ever he thought he should do something to cheer those kids up, even if its just a distraction from the fear everyone seemed to be figuratively drowning in. Which might not stay figurative for long. He wished he could have done that for his girl when she needed it.

Everytime the lightning crashed he flinched and tensed up, now holding onto the small fabric handle on Boogie's halter which inside he knew probably wouldn't hold during a crash, but he has to do something right? She yelped and fidgeted anytime the plane trembled. When it started to spiral he became pale as a sheet. This is it. This is the end. He thought as everything went so fast. He shut his eyes and braced himself for what was coming.

He started to fade out, just as he realized he wasn't holding anything.

 

[Alixars]

Virginia barely had time to process the man’s answer, as her brother turned to her, forcing a smile. “V, her name’s Boogie-“ There was a flash of white and a boom of thunder. In instant, Virginia couldn’t hear or see. The blindness felt like it lasted hours, eternity, rather than the reality. Virginia and the lives of everyone aboard changed in only a blink of an eye. The once smiling face of her brother was now a face of terror. He paled, becoming the color of Virginia’s knuckles holding on the to the seat and his hand.

She seemed to watch her life go by in an instant, memories whirling around her as the plane spiraled towards the ocean below. She remembered the twins 5th birthday, when their parents had given them a calico kitten, telling them they would have to take care of and protect him. They said it was going to be good practice for taking care of the soon to be little sister. And she remembered that little sister, how all she wanted to do was help animals. She never liked cartoons, always wanting to watch videos about animals instead. By six, she was determined to be a veterinarian. She remembered the movie nights and fort building the twins would build, teasing the littlest that she wasn’t allowed in. She remembered the birthday. She remembered not protecting her little sister. She remembered seeing her small body in the coffin, too small. She remembered her parents, once happy, not hating. She remembered seeing her dad cried, her strong and goofy dad, crying. She remembered her mom’s blank expression, she looked like an empty shell of a person. She imagined those broken parents standing over the closed caskets of the twins, if they could find anything of them. She remembered her brother. Her best friend. She remembered pushing him away. All the I hate yous and the glares and the regrets, oh god so many regrets.

“Matt!” She screamed as the plane fell faster and faster, her voice only one of the so many screams. “Matt! I’m sorry! And I lo-“ than everything went black.

 

[Zenna]

Carmen Hill​

The sobbing that had begun to erupt throughout the crowd did little to calm Carmen's nerves. Soon enough, she too was growing concerned at the storm brewing outside the safety of the plane. "Tell my daughter I love her." "We're all going to die." "There wasn't supposed to be a storm today." All the voices began to warp in one huge mass of terror, putting her on edge as she listened. While some had people to comfort, others were left to their own demise. The flight attendants were doing nothing to ease the concern, and it was only creating a more worrisome situation. Why weren't they telling everyone it would be alright? How could they sit there like nothing bad was happening?

The loud explosion was enough to answer Carmen's questions as she reached up to cover her ears, her eyes wide with terror. Before she could even process what had happened she could feel the life fly out of her as the plane began to tilt down, plummeting and picking up an insane amount of speed. She felt stuck in fear as she watched the scene unfold, her eyes glued the the crowd of people. Any noises of terror were drowned out from the wind created, so loud that it had almost grown painful.

No sounds left Carmen's mouth as the plane dived towards the waves below, struck with utter shock and terror. The last thing she would remember were the horrified faces of strangers before her ultimate death. Any future plans she had were wiped from her mind, realizing that death had become a certain event. She would never successfully have a book published, she wouldn't find someone to settle down with, and she certainly wouldn't grow old in the comforts of her own home. Nothing she wanted to do would prevent the inevitable; not screaming, not struggling. All she could to was sit and watch.

 

[nearlyflowers]

Lola Grander
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It all happened so fast. One minute they were in the air, panic seeming to have spread through the cabin like an epidemic, and then there was a sudden feeling of weightlessness as a explosion reverberated though the air and the plane tilted down. It felt like a movie; like nothing was real as the plane continued to descend toward the gloomy, watery grave. Lola could not even hear her own voice as it mixed into the chorus of other passengers. Echos of "I love you..." and "I don't wanna die..." mixed with harsh wind resounded in her ears. Then molasses orbs landed on the child and mother again. The mother had enveloped her young, screaming son in a strong hug. She was doing what she could to reassure him. It then dawned on Lola that she was going to die alone. No mother. No Friends. Surrounded by complete strangers. Prior to this experience the blonde had never considered what happened after death. Being so young that is always the thought that "it will never happen to me." But it was. And she was scared. Lola was not sure what she believed in, but she again hoped that it would be peaceful.

She couldn't help it. She closed her eyes.

The last thought she had before the plane hit was water was about her mother. She hoped that her mother knew that she loved her dearly and that she was the most important person in Lola's life. She hoped that Newt--a brindled pit mix--would bring her mother joy and peace in the hard times to follow. The icy, cold water started it's death grip in minutes. There was moment where the world went black. Then her eyes popped open again. Briskly she undid the seat belt that restrained her and swam. It felt like hours as she stared at the surface desperately moving her numb limbs through the water. Then, right as it felt like she was about to lose consciousness, her head broke though the water. Gasping for air she drew her orbs down below. It was a haunting image to see the plane slowly, sink further and further into the distance.

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[Wolfypuffs]

The next time Sebastian opened his eyes, he could feel water flood around him, the weight shoved back into his body by gravity. Shock had taken over him momentarily, dulling all his senses until the survival instinct kicked in. It took mere moments for the water to cover his face, his instant reaction to squeeze his eyes shut and calmly search for the seat belt. His mind may have been panicking, but he knew from experience that anxiety would only be the death of him. Once his hand found the seatbelt, he could feel himself float upwards. Despite the sharp pains in his back and torso, Sebastian violently kicked upwards, swimming with the flow of the ocean in hopes of reaching the surface. After a while, he couldn't tell if he was swimming upwards, sideways, or downwards. It felt like hours just swimming endlessly, the oxygen stuck in his lungs beginning to burn and spread a tightness throughout his body. The water around him was beginning to feel hotter and hotter despite the cold temperature, and he had no choice but to gasp in a lungful of water eventually.

He was going to die; he wasn't going to make it to the surface. The salt water that had been gasped into his body stung worse than the suffocation, and his chest could not expel the water without fresh air. Just as Sebastian began to lose hope, his head hit the surface of the water, a weakness washing over him as he coughed up the seawater he had breathed in. His ears rung loudly from the sudden drop in pressure, and every sense he had was numb and dull. Everything hurt: his arms, his legs, his torso, his eyes. The will to live was stronger than the discomfort, however, and he forced his eyes open in enough time to hold his breath as a wave crashed over him violently.

Sebastian could feel the salty sting in his lungs again as he sucked in a small amount of water, the ability to scream ripped from him with the turbulence. Thankfully, he floated to the top of the water like a bobber, coughing and flailing in an attempt to grab onto anything. His eyes focused just long enough to see a suitcase floating among pieces of metal and torn open bags, the hair plastered to his forehead just barely blocking his vision. With the last of his strength, he paddled over to it, both his arms clinging to the piece of luggage like a lifesaver. And in a way, it truly was. With the flotation, he was given a brief break from some of the less violent waves, just trying his best to suck in oxygen despite the water caught in his lungs. A wave nearly flipped him over again, and he clung a bit tighter, his senses coming back. Was anyone else even alive? Was he going to die anyway, despite his struggle? Rapidly, he glanced around, desperate to see more movement among the rubble and waves.

 

[dmgink]

Gunner Beaulieu
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Gunner awoke several seconds later. When he did, he was completely submerged, the saltwater stinging in his eyes and lungs. He writhed and struggled, fumbling his seatbelt open and blindly swimming upward without a second thought. He knew that would drain him more, but that risk had to be taken. It was better that than drowning here and never being found again.

The water and waves seemed to try and drag him down further with every upward stroke he made. It was almost endless. His ears were ringing loudly and incessantly. He couldn't hear himself think. Athletic instincts were taking over in that very moment.

Gunner finally broke through to the surface within the space of a minute. He coughed and gasped out water; water was everywhere. It surrounded him. It dripped in his face. It resided inside of him. His loud, struggled breaths could be heard within a few feet. He squinted as he looked desperately around.

"Hello?!" He called out, sputtering harshly. He wanted to see anyone from the flight. Anybody at all. He had to know he wasn't alone out here. He couldn't bear the thought of that.

Gunner soon focussed long enough to see a floating head in the water. He swam towards Sebastian, figuring that staying in groups might be a better idea.

"Hey!" He cried out again as he got closer and hopefully within earshot of the other man.

 

[ClownPope]

Seconds after the plane hit water and began to flood inside Harvey was jolted back into reality. Panic setting back in as he fumbled with the seat belt and began to search for something to grab. The seat cushions. His head flashed back to the whole sh-peal the flight attendants give about the seat cushions being flotation devices. He quickly tore the seat from the chair and started swim. It's true he was not in shape nor was ever an athlete but he kept kicking for the surface. With the cushion he was luckily able to reach the surface before his lungs gave out. Gasping salty air. The buzzing in his head starting to become more prominent as the cold water shook him even more to his senses. And he remembered.

"Boogie.." His head swiveled around to his surroundings but all his saw was inky black waves. "BOOGIE!" He screamed desperately but all he got in return was a face full of sea water as the waves thrashed him around. "BOOGIE!" His lungs began to burn and his body ache as he needlessly fought against the torrent to find her. "Boogie!" His voice becoming more hoarse and worn as his grip began to loosen. Like in a bad dream when you try to scream but nothing will come out, or run away but your legs take you nowhere. But this, terrifyingly enough, wasn't a dream

As he began to slip more under he started to panic again, the rush of adrenaline pushing him on a little more. "Help! Anyone!" He cried out into the storm.

Harvey started to slip away again. The adrenaline fading away. Now the pain surging through him as he realized he could not feel his right arm. But he had to get out of the water. Everything in his brain suddenly rushed for survival. Even tropical water is less than body temperature and eventually your body will lock up and succumb to hypothermia.

"ANYBODY!"

 

[Alixars]

It was a man’s voice that awoke Virginia. She awoke coughing, the object similar a life vest that the stewardess tells you about inflated around her neck, choking her. The air smelled of salt and her mouth seemed only to taste of it as well. Her head burned and her eyes stung. She coughed and retched, causing only more pain to her already burning throat. She looked around, no plane, no land, no brother. “ANYBODY?” The yell of the man broke her from her confused, dissociative state. She could feel her lungs lose all the air they had worked so hard to acquire as she felt her blood run cold.

“MATT!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. The man, and she feared the only other survivor of the crash, was no longer of her concern. She twisted and turned, the water rocking her. Water flew around her as her sad attempts at swimming around proved useless against the sea. She screamed for her brother until her voice was hoarse and she couldn’t breathe. She looked down, wishing for a moment anything to be with her brother, wherever that may be. She looked around and scolded herself for all the survivor stories she read, calling them “lucky”. No. Lucky would be at the bottom of the ocean. Lucky would not losing your brother. And your sister.

Virginia felt herself fading again, and leaned back, staring up at the sky, when from the corner of her eye, she saw a figure coming towards her. They were saying something, but Virginia was already fading to quickly. And once again everything faded to black. I wonder who I’ll lose this time, she thought.

 

[Zenna]

Carmen Hill​

The moment the plane crashed into the ocean, the hard impact forcing Carmen forward against her seat belt. A cry of pain escaped her lips as her arms reached out to brace herself, wincing as the sounds of others around her began to fill in. Between the screams of pain, fear and water rushing in, a deep sense of dread began to fill her mind. Her eyes flickered down towards the water as it rose up against her calves, sending shivers down her spine. She was going to drown listening to what just might have been the most terrifying sounds she had ever lived to hear.

It took longer than was safe for Carmen to snap out of her train of thought, her hands immediately moving to fumble with the belt buckle. Her eyes widened in a panic as it refused to budge, her heart beginning to pound frantically. "No, no, no, no," She repeated, tugging at the loop that kept her trapped as the water continued to rise. She was going to die; there was no chance of escaping the mess that had become of the plane. Her hands slipped against the lock as the water rose past her waist, chilling her to the bone. Just as the water seemed to reach it's limit, the lock clicked open as her head dipped under the water.

Carmen rushed to swim up to the surface of the ocean water the moment she was free, seemingly on an endless chase to reach the top. Just as her lungs were about to burst, her head broke through the surface. She gasped for air as her eyes frantically searched the area, beginning to swim towards a stray piece of luggage. Each wave that passed forced her back under, unable to keep herself afloat as her movements stiffened from the chilly water. Terror filled her gaze as she pressed to reach the luggage, gasping for oxygen with each split second of air she retrieved. Only once her hand had clutched onto the luggage did she begin to sputter, coughing out whatever water had entered her lungs. Her eyes dropped shut as she rested her head against the piece, latching onto the case for dear life.