The Island: Plane Crash RP
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				Title: <strong>The Island: Plane Crash RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWizardofOz</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 08:10:30</strong>
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				"United Airlines would now like to call all passengers for United Airlines flight 97 to Sydney who are seated in rows 40 and above." Ary was sitting there in the boarding gate in deep thought before this PA snapped his chain of thought and caused him to look up. The long line for boarding had slowly diminished and it was time for Ary to join it. Though an odd feeling inside of him had so far stopped him getting out of his seat. He had only been back home to Sydney twice since he left but he had hardly talked to his father who's funeral he's supposed to be attending. He didn't want to go, but he knew he would regret it if he didn't. It was at that moment when he grabbed his backpack and stood up, slowly making his way to board. Once he made his way onto the plane, he slowly but surely made his way to his seat towards the back of his plane and took his window seat next to two empty seats.<br><br>It was a late flight and because he was already pretty tired from a long work day, he decided to take a nap while boarding finished and while they took off. This nap turned into a proper sleep, he had underestimated his tiredness and it showed. His sleep was abruptly interrupted by some heavy turbulence approximately 9 hours into the flight. Ary slowly opened his dreary eyes and looked around to see most people had also gone to sleep. He checked the screen up ahead of him, he was surprised to see most of the flight was already done and they were flying somewhere over the pacific.&nbsp; He grew increasingly worried as the turbulence grew, and he decided to attempt to subdue this worry with a drink. He put the call attendant button but was left disappointed when the fasten seatbelt sign lit up. "Ladies and Gentlemen, as you can see, the captain has turned on the fasten seatbelt sign. Could everyone please return to their seats and fasten your seat belts." He heard over the PA "We are just going through some tough turbulence which will be over soon." Ary hoped that this was true, he wasn't the best when it came to turbulence.<br><br>Over the next few minutes, the turbulence grew, and had woken up most of the passengers. Ary looked around and found he wasn't the only worried one. Others had grew increasingly worried as this wasn't some normal turbulence. Suddenly, from some of those worried faces came out screams as the plane took a short dive, Ary grabbed onto the armrests either side of him. The turbulence continued as the plane rocked from side to side and as bags started falling out from above. The screams grew louder as Ary saw flight attendants running around trying to restore some calm across the plane without much success. Ary really started getting nervous, his whole body was shaking as he could feel himself sweating and breathing heavily. His slowly closed his eyes, trying to ignore everything around him. This only worked for a couple minutes until the screams and shouts grew excruciatingly loud and the plane made a somewhat odd noise. He tried not to open his eyes, but when he heard an excruciating noise that sounded like the plane had teared apart followed by a large gust of air go past him, he knew something was wrong. What he saw when he slowly opened his eyes was beyond unbelievable, and confirmed the worst. The back part of the plane where Ary was sitting had somehow broke of from the rest of it. In a complete state of shock, the only word that he could muster were "Oh God" before his world went black.<br><br>When he awoke, all he could feel was himself soaked in water as he lay on some sort of semi-hard surface. He slowly opened his eyes to find himself on a beach.&nbsp; He could hardly move, and couldn't speak. He didn't know how, he didn't know what had happened. All he knew was that the last time he was awake, the plane had broke into two pieces. After a few moments, he put together enough strength to turn around and lay on his back, trying to see if anyone was around. He couldn't see anyone on the beach, but as he looked out on the ocean, he could see large pieces of the plane floating around, along with a few bodies. He couldn't really move much more after that, in all honesty, he didn't really want to. He didn't want to face the drama of what had just happened just yet, so he just laid there. Laid there and looked up at the sky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island: Plane Crash RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 10:41:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Veronica-06.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Nadezhda</span></strong></div>It was hard enough leaving Moscow for the first time in my life. But then going to Sydney was even worse. It's the other side of the world. Instead of flying over Russia and Asia, I had decided to stop by at a friend in America so I was flying the other way around. Los Angeles was a nice city but I was happy to leave again. A week in the city is more than enough for a girl who's never left Russia before. <br><br>The airport was absolutely amazing. Both Moscow airports are big but they do not even compare to LAX and I had arrived early to explore the airport. By the time United 97 to Sydney was announced for boarding, I was quite tired from the walking and quickly got to the gate. Being a bit of an airplane geek I had selected my own seats and had selected a window seat in the rear of the plane. I just liked to see the engines of the Boeing 777 from behind as they worked their magic in getting the massive airplane airborne and keeping it there.<br><br>Take off was smooth and as the airplane settled in for the long crossing of the pacific ocean, I dozed off a little. I was dreaming of the opera house, the harbour bridge and my friend I was going to visit. It was chosen as one of the most pleasant cities to live in along with Melbourne, Zurich and Vancouver. Should be a fun stay.<br><br>I woke up from my sleep by a sound. Or rather, a missing sound. Minutes I tried to figure out what it was and when the turbulence hit, I realized what it was. The plane was quiet. Why was the plane quiet? What's that sound I'm not hearing? I looked outside but all I could see was the blackness of the night sky and the water. At least we're not on fire. And with that thought, the penny dropped. The sound I couldn't hear, were the engines. The engines were not running!<br><br>"Bliad*."<br><br>Instants later I heard a noise, one that I couldn't really identify at first but a glance out of the window gave the answers. We were very, very low over the water and the sound I was hearing was the water hitting the airplane. Pilots are going to ditch the plane! But we're not ready!!<br><br>"Pizdet*."<br><br>After that, I'm not entirely sure what happened but the plane hit the water with a very high forward speed. The right engine dug into the water first and instantly stopped ripping the rear of the plane off the fuselage as the front and wings spun around into the water. The rear of the plane skipped over the water still at very high speed and the people at the first rows of the broken off tail section were crushed by the immense force of the water. Because I was so far in the back, the forces were much less on me and although I was badly bruised and shaken up, by the time the tail section had stopped, I reached under my seat for my life jacket and put it around my neck. The plane was filling up with water and around me were people. I couldn't tell if they were dead or alive as my mind was in shock and survival mode. The only purpose and goal I had at that time was to get out of the wreckage before it would sink. <br><br>When I reached the opening, I pulled the cord which inflated the life jacket and jumped in the water, which was surprisingly warmer than I had expected. Perhaps not all the water is as cold as the Moscow river. I looked around and saw mostly debris. The rear section was still floating but the rest of the plane was nowhere to be seen. All that was left was some floating debris and some bodies. <br>I held onto a bit of the fuselage and spotted some land in the moon light. Slowly I started paddling there and when I reached the surf, I stumbled out of the water and crashed onto the beach and started crying.<br><br><br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">Bliad=Whore<br>Pizdet=Fucked up</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island: Plane Crash RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElCapitan</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 13:04:06</strong>
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				Jack pinched the bridge of his nose, half groaning and sighing as he nearly collapsed into his seat.&nbsp; The deal was on paper, he had an international distributor that was willing to work with his manufacturer.&nbsp; Years of work with little payout was finally going to hit big.&nbsp; All that was left was getting back to California and getting the paperwork finalized.&nbsp; So close to victory he could taste it.&nbsp; Victory tasted like jet lag and bad coffee.&nbsp; He had just started to get used to the time in Sydney, it was going to take a month to get anywhere close to a normal schedule again.<br><br>But it'll be worth it.&nbsp; That's what he'd kept telling his wife, every time he was working late at the office.&nbsp; Every time he had to cancel a date to meet with a client.&nbsp; Every time they were short on money and he had to borrow from her parents.&nbsp; It was all finally going to be worth it.&nbsp; The vacation plans were already starting to come together in his head.<br><br>Another man in a suit sat down next to him, looking just as ragged.&nbsp; Glancing at the safety read out tucked into the seat in front, Jack decided to try a little fun.&nbsp; Pulling it out, he looked at it with an amused disgust.<br><br>"Man, just look at this.&nbsp; Why do they put all this stuff? You know, the oxygen helps you relax. that's what they--" Jack turned to look at the man and was cutoff.<br><br>"Yeah asshole, I saw <em>Fight Club</em> too." the man growled. "Just shut the fuck up and let me sleep."<br><br>Jack glared back. "Sure thing.&nbsp; Just strap my mask on if we do crash." Irritated by his own lack of sleep as much as his seat mate, Jack closed his eyes and faded out just before takeoff.<br><br>A sudden jerk brought him blinking back.&nbsp; Screams and a deafening rush of noise surrounded him.&nbsp; Jack barely had time to realize that the plane was crashing before he blacked out again. When he came back, water was rushing in, and everything seemed to become slow motion. Watching more than acting, Jack popped out of the seat belt, grabbing the life jacket from under his seat.&nbsp; The slow motion gave way to a strobe, just flashing still images instead of movement.&nbsp; Jack's slideshow took him out of the wreckage, and half swam, mostly float, onto the nearby shore.&nbsp; As he washed up on the beach, Jack rolled over, for the first time feeling the elastic band wrapped around his head.&nbsp; With a weak hand he pulled the mask off, tossing it aside.<br><br>His body shook, first with coughs of seawater, and then with uncontrollable laughter. "The bastard actually did it!" he gasped between haggard breaths.&nbsp; With the immediate danger gone, Jack drifted back to sleep, uncaring of the waves or sand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island: Plane Crash RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 14:49:20</strong>
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				Emily was tired. She was flying to Sydney to shoot swimwear catalogue for Aerie. It was her third job straight that week, and all of them had involved long flights. She longed for her apartment but first she’d need to spend three days in Australia. She sleepwalked past customs and found her place on the plane. After ordering some herbal tea from the flight attendant, she slipped into a deep sleep shortly after take-off. She had been asleep for several hours already when she was literally shook awake by the plane’s erratic motions. Turbulence, again. She had been through the same during a flight from London to Turkey earlier that same week. <br><br>She straightened her back and tried to get into a more comfortable position. Her hope of sleeping through most of the flight was now wrecked, as the turbulence seemed to get increasingly worse instead of getting better. Already the fasten seatbelt signs had been turned on. Even the flight attendant herself didn’t seem at all relaxed when she passed and tried to give Emily a reassuring smile. Eventually the turbulence turned into a roar that went through the entire plane, so loud that it made her ears ring. Almost by instinct, she closed her eyes and screamed when a shock when through the plane. When she reopened her eyes, the cutting cold feeling of wind circulation was the first thing she became aware of, before she realized that there was a sudden end to the aisle… And then she felt the falling sensation. <br><br>The plane had broken in half, and the part she was in was plummeting to the ocean below. She screamed but her voice did not seem to carry any distance in the ruckus and capaphony of sounds all around her. She briefly lost consciousness and was submerged under water when she awoke. She composed herself instead of panicking and undid her seatbelt. Thankfully, the exist to the sinking plane was only a couple of dozen feet ahead of her and she used her strong limbs to swim herself out of the metal coffin. After reaching the surface, she saw land in the distance and proceeded to will herself towards the shoreline, one swimstroke at a time.<br><br>It was a long time before she finally crawled on land, and when she finally did, she collapsed after walking a couple of yards away from the waterline. She lost consciousness again… <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island: Plane Crash RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaton</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 20:38:43</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Frank had been planning the trip to Sydney for some time now. His luggage had been taken care of and he'd found his seat, a comfortable spot in the back of the plane with a window seat.&nbsp; A few of his friends had visited Australia before and had claimed it was a blast..well more than anything they had said that the local girls were quite attractive and that was reason enough for him, not that he was some kind of chauvinist. But since his last girlfriend had broken things off almost a year ago now a steady relationship just didn't seem to be in the cards for him. Instead the young man was decidedly living one day at a time, and when it came to the opposite sex, he was never much of a romantic anymore. Lately it'd been a slow stream of casual hookups or one night stands, which suited him just fine since nothing long-term ever seemed to last. A vacation sounded ideal considering his mood.<br><br>The turbulence hadn't sounded bad when the captain mentioned it, but what seemed initially harmless at first became something that you prayed never to happen to you on a flight. It all felt a tad surreal, but the crash of metal against cold ocean water assured him of just how real it all was. Like most in such a situation he blacked out before too long, his last conscious thoughts worrying if he'd end up dead..<br><br>Some time later, Frank started to come up, slowly gathering his bears. He was somewhere solid. <em>A piece of the wreckage? No..too soft. Sand...Land.</em> His mind was processing his whereabouts but it hurt to sit up straight on the shore. Water from the tide lapped at him as he managed to crawl a bit further up onto the beach, seeking some kind of refuge. Finding support against the trunk of a sturdy palm, his eyes darted here and there almost frantically. From his spot by the tree he could spot bits and pieces of the plane..at least what was left of it. Part of him was relieved to be alive and yet another wondered if being stranded was much of a consolation. His next priority was to try and find some other survivors. That was, of course, when he could muster the strength to stand.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island: Plane Crash RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 20:50:29</strong>
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				Mathew sat down slowly into his seat on the plane. Having managed to make it through the extremely busy tutoring week with children, Mathew did not want to see another Compound Bow again. A shame that one was in one of his suitcases. Well, Mathew can finally rest and relax. Taking a glance around, Mathew looked for any attractive females. How sad that his life was filled with him only able to look, not touch.<br><br>His archery skills will always be a bread provider no matter what. What little life to establish his own identity was gone with his parents and sponsors pushing him to continue his career in professional archery. He couldn't establish a relationship. He couldn't maintain contact with any friends. All he could do is hold a bow, draw it with an arrow, aim, and hit a bullsye. Secretly, he wished things were different. <br><br>He wanted a new life.<br><br>After closing his eyes, it was only a matter of time before he awoke to turbulance. Turbulance that grew worse and worse with each second. Fear crept into Mathew as he watched the plane shake like crazy until suddenly, the front part of the plane infront of Mathew broke off. Mathew closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and silently prayed for it to end. The feeling of being completely submerged underwater made him open his eyes. The plane was underwater and he was losing air. Unbuckling his seat belt, Mathew grabs his seat to use as a flotation device, and swam out of the part of the plane. Floating up with the flotation device, Mathew was able to get his head out of the water.<br><br>Taking a huge breath, Mathew screamed in pain when the adrenaline finally subsided. Sometime during the escape, Mathew had his right index finger bent backwards at an unhealthy angle. Despite his pain, Mathew examined his surroundings to search for land. At a distance, shore could be seen. Kicking his feet, Mathew drifted to shore slowly, but surely. Once the flotation device hit the sand, Mathew picked himself up. He could only stand for a few seconds before falling onto his ass. Grasping his right index finger, Mathew bented it back into place in a quick motion. This would cause Mathew to scream in pain once more.<br><br>After resting for a small amount of time, Mathew walked away from the beach. In a small bit of time, Mathew spotted a man (Ary). Glad that there were other survivors, Mathew walked over to examine him. He was in better condition than Mathew. Mathew spoke the man.<br><br>"Hey! I am heading into the forest to set up camp! Meet me there if you can!"<br><br>The man was alright. He looked like he need some time alone, so Mathew left. Finding a thick twig close by, Mathew straightened it out and placed it against his own. Ripping off a piece of his right sleeve, Mathew wrapped it around his finger and tied it. It was poorly made, but it will have to do until he could find someone who knew about this more than him. After walking a few yards away from the water, Mathew spotted another survivor; a woman (Emily). She was close by, Mathew decided to check up on this one.<br><br>"Hey, you ok?" Mathew spoke as he lightly shook the unconscious woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island: Plane Crash RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 16:36:20</strong>
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				Adrian was looking forward to his vacation. Truth be told, it was his boss's vacation, not his, but his boss had chosen him to come along with him, which was quite a reward. Adrian had worked his way up the ladder through his own sweat and blood, though, and he knew he deserved it. He was tired as he got on the plane though, as this had been a long week. The opposing gangs were gaining confidence, and he had started shutting them down. Part of the reason he was going on this trip was just to get away from all the enemies that were hunting for him, although of course, he wouldn't have gone down without a fight.<br><br>Adrian slept peacefully through the turbulence, not giving it a second thought as he slept dreamlessly. Of course, that was when all hell broke loose. Adrian was frozen in his seat in fear as he felt the plane sailing downwards. <em>The wrong direction</em>, he thought to himself, rather stupidly. He knew better than to freeze in fear, though. He began getting flotation devices as fast as he could, and passed out as many as he could to his neighbors, though he made sure to keep one for himself. He wore the device, but must have hit his head as the plane crashed, as everything went black.<br><br>Adrian came to on a beach, with the darkness all around him. The water lapping at his legs and hips had woken him up, and he looked around. He saw a few other people, and thought, <em>Thank goodness, there are others alive</em>. Though how many had survived? It was impossible to tell, but there weren't many on the island. He didn't get up, although he did roll over onto his back. His head felt a little woozy, but as he touched around, it didn't seem like there was a major concussion. He was alive... for now. But where were they?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island: Plane Crash RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 17:08:15</strong>
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				<strong>“Naaaaaw mom, leave me alone, just five more minutes…” </strong>Emily slowly regained consciousness, her mind a million miles and a dozen years away until the reality of the situation slowly returned to her. The first thing she became aware of was the wet feeling of her clothes. When the sensation of sand underneath her hands. When she opened her eyes and tried to raise her frame, she was confronted by a stranger. A young man, barely out of his teens, if that, was shaking her. She instinctively pushed his hands away and rose to her feet. Those legs proved to be more wobbly than she had anticipated but she just about managed to keep her balance. <strong>“What the fuck… where are we?” </strong>Her mind seemed briefly stuck in neutral, until after a few moments some flashes of memories were coming back. The turbulence, the crash, her swimming out of the wreck, spotting the island…<br><br>In her memory it had taken her forever to swim to shore, though in reality it was likely a lot shorter than she had imagined. Her first thought was that she and the youngster were the only two who had survived, but after looking around the shoreline she noticed several other folks who were either laying unconscious on the sand or were staggering around looking confused. Her first instinct was to get further away from the water, so she strode past the young lad and up the dunes until she reached a tree-line. She turned around when she had reached the first palm tree and looked down towards the water and started counting the other folks on the beach. So far, she could count six other souls. There were a lot more folks on the plane, even on the section of the plane she had been on when it had burst in half. Surely they could not possibly all have perished? She felt shame at not even having considered the fate of others as she swam out of the wreck. She tried in vain to picture the folks who had been in the rows behind and in front of her. Finally her legs buckled and she crashed to her knees, before resting her back up against the tree behind her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island: Plane Crash RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWizardofOz</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 09:21:57</strong>
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				As he lay there, Ary heard the faint noises of other people's panting and shouting and figured there had to be at least a couple others on the sand. It was then when he heard a man (Mathew) "Hey! I am heading into the forest to set up camp! Meet me there if you can!" Ary wasn't sure if it was directed at him but he nonetheless decided to slowly sit up, grabbing his sour back as he did. Once he sat up, he moved his neck around slowly, just in case he had any injuries before turning to the direction where Mathew was speaking from to find he was nearby and attending to another girl who was laying there. <br><br>He slowly got up and walked over to Mathew "We should probably look for others first before setting up camp." He replied before he saw the girl (emily) get up "You okay?" He asked her. When she started walking towards the forest, he went with her just in case she needed any help. He sat down next to her, still trying to catch his breath. "What's your name?" He asked as he took of his suit which was still on him, soaked in water of course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island: Plane Crash RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 03:39:23</strong>
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				Watching the woman seemly storm off without a word, Mathew seemed to have a ping of annoyance strike him. It was then he realized that she may have been struck with grief and exhaustion at the moment. So he decided to mind his own business, only silently agreeing with Ary's statement and began to look for other survivors. After taking a few steps, he found an curved branch within the sand. Taking it, he tested how strong the wood was and began to brainstorm what he could do to fashion his signature weapon of choice; a bow.<br><br>Picking up any and all flat and pointed rocks, Mathew began storing them in his jacket with only a jagged and sharp rock remaining in his hand. It was then that he began to make adjustments to the stick. He made a notch for where the arrow would go into, indents where the string could tie around, and made sure the stick was bent enough to fashion into a bow. Taking the stick, Mathew tucked in his shoulder for safe keeping as he began to look for anyone else that survived for a brief moment before following the man he spoke to earlier and the woman who seemly blew him off. 
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