<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/58/Jknight.png)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jacob Knight<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Blue jeans, an unbuttoned black blazer with a green shirt underneath that has a gold Crest of Hyrule on the chest, and a pair of black and white high-top converses.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mortocalous plane; Glued to his seat listening to music.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Aaria; Open<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>To say that Jacob loathed planes was to say that cats disliked water, then to take said dislike and multiply it by one hundred. Sure, he had been on planes on more occasions than your normal person - considering the fact that children of wealthy upbringings were far from normal - but he never managed to overcome his fear of heights or flying or small enclosed spaces. And while the Mortocalous plane was much more accommodating in the fact that there was much more elbow room than your standard aircraft, there was always an ever-present knot in his stomach and a creeping fear that one last burst of turbulence was going to bring about a fiery end for all those on board.<br/><br/><em>'At least I'm not on a helicopter,'</em>Jacob thought grimly to himself over and over again, a mantra - so to speak - that he had developed over the years in an attempt to soothe any plane ride that he may be forced into. A hand on his shoulder, however, broke his chain of thought and forced him to draw back into what was going on around him. Jacob allowed himself to open his eyes to look at Aaria and pulled out the headphones that was playing white noise (his second line of defense) in his ears, catching most of what she was saying in the process. "No, Aaria. But thanks," Jacob lied as a ghost of a smile formed on his lips before he tried to ease his white knuckle grip on the arms of his chair to show her that he was fine now. Or as fine as he was going to get.<br/><br/>In the beginning, Aaria's comforting nature was something that had taken Jacob a while to get accustomed to, but now it was something he realized he would miss after all the time they had spent together.<em>'A teenager getting sentimental. Imagine that,'</em>he mentally scoffed at himself. He looked at the others on the plane, all of them friends, and realized that he would miss them too. Some more than others, but they were all close friends and hopefully that wouldn't change in the years to come. He gave a slight nod in the direction of Andrew as he scanned his friends, noticing that he was also doing the same. He regretted it of course, since the movement had made him a little queasy.<br/><br/>Swallowing a small lump that formed in his throat that he wrote off as airsickness, Jacob turned his head slightly and focused back on Aaria, "How long do you think until we land?" He knew it was a pointless question, because any amount of time she said wouldn't be soon enough.<em>'Maybe she should put a movie on after all,'</em>, he thought since it would provide a slight distraction for the time being. Then again, airline movies were their own special kind of hell. Granted her family probably had more than<em>Holiday</em>or any other boring movie airlines normally played, but he didn't know how long he would last before he was green in the face again and stumbling towards the bathroom.