private Unlikely Guardians

[Shanashie 39]

Unlikely Guardians

 

 

 

 

It's a beautiful evening across the coast of Florida.  Gentle surf caresses the shoreline, twinkling like a diamond necklace encircling the sunshine state.  Out across the perfectly flat countryside a small twisting storm lazily showers empty fields, the dancing droplets casting a waterfall of rainbows from its tall flanks.  Twenty minutes out of Miami, a young girl gazes through a window in awe at the wondrous landscape laid bare before her.   

 

Tiffany Shears had never been flying before and had been unbelievably reluctant to even step on-board flight 201 to Miami.  Any normal five year old can be quite the handful at the best of times, but this goes doubly for young girls with a higher than average IQ.  Where other children her age were scared of fictional monsters that lurked in dark closets and under their beds, Tiffany’s fears were rational, if a little dramatic.  She had spent the last three days watching YouTube video’s about aviation disasters and had come to the conclusion that ‘flying’ was something worth being scared about.

 

Sweet distractions had kept her from making a scene in the departure lounge.  Yet, to her mother’s eternal surprise, the moment the aircraft left the ground Tiffany had grown silent, grinning madly at the sudden rush of acceleration.   As soon as the seatbelt light went off, the curious girl had struggled out of her seat and pressed her nose to the window.  

 

These few hours had the been the best of her short life.  Even when the plane began to get bumpy and she had to sit down again, she had revelled in the strange sense of vertigo that rolled around in her tummy.  The world was so pretty from up here.  

 

Some children never know what they want from life.  But right then, Tiffany knew.  

 

Hugging her stuffed horse to her chest, Tiffany turned to her Mother and said “Momma.  When I grow up, I wana fly an air-plane!”

 

“That’s wonderful sweetie.” Expressed her mother with a waxing smile, relief washing away her own anxieties over air travel.

 

In the aisle between seats, a flight attendant pushing a trolley of empty plates grinned down at the little aviator’s enthusiasm.

 

“Ain’t that just precious?” She said, leaning over the pair with a conspiratorial look in her eye, “Ya’ know, if you ask the captain real nicely, I’d bet he’d let you look around the cabin if ya’ like?”

 

"Really!” Tiffany’s eyes sparkled at the prospect as her mother lifted her over to the aisle and began to follow the stewardess towards the awaiting cockpit.

 

Briefly they stopped at a large reinforced door and Tiffany was lifted up by her mother so that she could speak to the pilot through a small wall terminal.   The newly discovered aeronautical enthusiast took her first steps to the amazing and complicated world of flight, even if it was from the vantage of her mother's arms.  There were so many dials and buttons, screens and indicators, the purposes of which eluded her even after the pilot explained  their function.  

 

"And this, is the Altimeter." The captain continued from the comfort of his chair of command, happy to have an audience that reminded him so much of his own family back home. "It tells us how high the plane is.  Then over here we have are Navigator,  Mr Victor."

 

Tiffany glanced at the the third man in the room,  receiving a strained smile and a wave before he turned back to his own complicated set of instruments.  His brow creased in confusion as he called the co-pilot over for a talk.

 

Mother and the Captain started talking to one another, so Tiffany tuned them out to stare instead at the boundless sky beyond the thin cockpit windows.  It was almost completely clear out there save for a few cumilous... and. . .

 

"What's that, Mr?"  asked the girl, pointing at a ghostly light that had appeared some way in front of the plane.

 

Expecting to see some passing bird or particularly strange cloud, the captain's mirth fell short at the sight of the shimmering incandescence.  It was as though a soap bubble the size of a sports hall was expanding mid air about a kilometre ahead.  

 

"I'm not entirely sure actually.  Perhaps a weather balloon catching the sunlight-"

 

"John!" his co pilot cut in "We're getting some really weird pressure readings.  I think we’re headed for turbulence."

 

"Looks like we'll have to cut the tour short, I'm afraid.  Julia, can you take Mrs-"

 

And then, the world exploded.  

 

Brilliant light flooded the cabin as the entire plane lurched sideways.  There was the brief sensation of weightlessness for Tiffany as her mother's feet left the floor and was slammed into the cockpit wall.   All at once the light and thunder vanished, the following moment of darkness shattered by the shouts of the cabin crew and the screaming alarms.  Too stunned to even cry out, the confused child blinked the stars from her eyes, one hand across her ears whilst the other clung desperately to her stuffed animal.   

 

Through the now darkened window, a layer of thunder raught clouds parted before the plummeting aircraft's nose, revealing the arid mountains rushing up to greet them.  

 

There was no time to panic.  There was only fire.  And then... nothing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The acrid scent of burning plastic assails your nostrils, ripping you from unconsciousness with a fit of hacking coughs.  All around you are the remains of flight 201, its metal frame ablaze with spilt fuel and hissing as the first spatters of rain begin to fall upon the disaster.  Thick smoke rises from the wreckage, forming a tumultuous cloud pitted with rolling embers that blocks what little sunlight might have escaped the thunder-heads above.   Good thing too, the lack of light prevents you from making out too many abhorrent details of the other objects scattered across your field of view.  Many look as though they were once human.

 

Somehow, despite the carnage, you are alive.  

 

Then, in the distance... was that movement?  Another survivor, perhaps?

Edited July 6, 2013 by Shanashie

[Mephala 2,633]

@@Shanashie

(OoC: God, man, never getting on a plane again. I'm going to be stranded in Europe for the rest of my life. Gaah. The tears in my eyyyyes. D:)

 

 

Though he wasn't quite used to Florida-or America in general, really-Silas had enjoyed his visit there. Now, here on the plane, he felt the weightlessness in his belly, the pleasant feeling of soaring along before your legs were crampy and the older couple seated next to you started to take out their smelly egg sandwiches. Silas hated eggs.

 

Unfortunately, he was also stuck in the window seat, and though it gave him a soaring view of the twinkling lights below and anyone else looking at the waves would almost hear their inviting murmur, but he registered none of this as much as he should have. He simply was not interested in such frivolities as this, living his life staring firmly ahead rather than looking around. there was no time to stop, no time to slow down; there was only the future, and that was what he looked forwards to; the day that he would finally climb to the top of the food chain, where he rightfully belonged, a ruler amongst his fellow men, men he saw only as a source of income rather than real people.

 

The enormous woman next to him shifted, squishing him against the wall, and he felt a flicker of sudden irritation. Silas had had difficulties in the past with violence, even facing imprisonment at the eventually fatal maiming of a man, but Silas had (truthfully) denied all allegations and the case took a positive shift for him when he won. And he was telling the truth, Silas hadn't done it, for Silas was an entirely different man when he was angry.

 

Looking at the debonair young adult, you would not guess that behind his icy calm yet charmingly snooty exterior lay a man of dark dreams, but that what Silas was; a pile of angry secrets and deceits. His ulterior goal was unclear to most but he knew exactly what he wanted-and that was everything.

 

He noticed a little girl heading up the aisle to the cockpit and wrinkled his nose in distaste, returning to the window, the obese woman's body odour filling the air with an acidic aftertaste, burning the back of Silas' throat.

 

The burning gave way to watery eyes, but Silas soon realized that this wasn't from the smell-ahead, indeed, he could make out a bright light. Shielding his eyes, he tried to make it out, and his jaw almost dropped before he attempted to collect his composure.

 

An eerily beautiful sight filled the sky in front of him, a rippling section of colour that flickered as it stretched further. He heard the voices ahead of him in the cockpit, something about turbulence, and then there was nothing.

 

Light seeped into every ounce of his being and Silas wildly thought he was being punished; he had the feeling of his own darkness being ripped out of him as he slammed into the wall, his seatbelt snapping at the force of the sudden shift. The woman fell atop him, screaming, and he shoved her off, stars bursting in his eyes, his skin feeling like it was melting away from his body, leaving him an empty skeleton that only survived off his own fear, the worst he had ever felt.

 

And then it was over-chaos reigned for several moments, and then the mountains rushed up to them as they all closed their eyes and prayed for the end, and it came, with the deafening crash and then the utter and complete silence, louder than anything Silas had heard.

 

And that was what was strange; despite the fire, and the smoke, and the faint shapes of bodies, Silas could hear. Silas could move, Silas could croak a cry, Silas could see the wreckage spread out like an abandoned giant's plaything as the rain began to fall, and mimic tears, tears he could not shed, for though the ash burned his eyes and the smoke made him hack desperately...well, Silas, Silas was alive. And so long as Silas stayed alive, nothing more mattered.

Edited July 6, 2013 by Suigintou

[Standard User 2,127]

[Dat morbid intro.  ]

Morgan was not having a very good day. To start it off, he had been late waking up, so he had almost missed boarding for the plane. It didn't help that the not-so-friendly TSA guy who smelled like week-old tacos insisted that he be the one to give Morgan a full-body pat-down. He would have shuddered at the memory, but the nearby fires were keeping him nice and toasty.

 

Which reminded him of the third reason his day sucked: the plane had freakin' exploded.

 

He slowly sat up, picking off embers and small chunks of metal that littered his ruined clothes. He struggled to recall what had happened before the world went white...something about the child behind him treating the back of Morgan's seat like a kickboxing dummy.

 

With a sore grunt, Morgan stood up and surveyed the wreckage. The plane (and all of it's occupants) were a total loss. Panicking, Morgan reached into the pockets of his shorts to check on his lucky ace of spades card. Thankfully it felt relatively intact. Lucky, indeed.

Was that something moving?

 

Morgan crouched down, analyzing the approaching figure. It looked like another human. A survivor, perhaps?

 

"Hello?" Morgan called out, his voice dry and cracking. "I don't know what happened, but if you could point me in the direction of Florida I'd love to go yell at some sky marshals."

 

[if I had just left my post as-is, I would've been first. Curse you, .  ]

Edited July 6, 2013 by Scoutaloo

[Mephala 2,633]

@,

(OoC: #first, suckaaah. :3)

 

Silas heard a voice calling in the distance and realized that he may not be the only survivor of the crash. Though this was (in some twisted way) disappointing to him, he knew that making an enemy now could result in his own death; they were in the middle of nowhere, after all. Best to make the other come to him.

 

"I believe it's that-aways," called back Silas carefully. "But I have dust and ash in my eyes and cannot see you, might you come closer? I didn't quite think anyone else made it." He noticed, curiously, that something sticky was on his head, and realized, to his chagrin, that it appeared to be blood-whether his or another's he didn't know, but the sight made some nervousness twist in his stomach-he could be seriously hurt.

 

He had always had a fascination with blood, Silas had; the essential stuff of life, he had always liked to touch it, feeling its wet squish and hear its even wetter slosh, breath in the coppery scent and watch it spill over its victim. Perhaps that was why Silas had grown up so violent; his fascination, unfortunately, required violence, though, in the end, that was part of what he did like about it.

 

Deciding it was better not to move, he sat down and waited for the other survivor to come or to call once more.

[Agent505 661]

Despite all her optimism, cheerful nature and past experiences...nothing could have prepared Myra for what the fates had in store for her today...

 

Myra boarded the plane with little event, and found her chair with an even more uninteresting journey, but for her, it didn't matter. 

Today was the day she was going to finally break away the bonds of her shackled life of office work and move on to something greater. She was headed to Miami to an interview for a job that was pretty much guaranteed in her lap if she wanted it, all she had to do was sign the form, and she'd be living a life of luxury - or at least, in comparison to her pencil-pushing job at the minute. 

 

Being one of the first on the plane gave her plenty of time to contemplate things before they took off, converse with one or two people and even make a friend in the short time they where on the plane together before it took off, of course she had spoken to him in the airport too, but it was all the same to her.  

 

That's when it all started, the feeling of the engine starting up, the machine accelerating down the runway and finally the force of the liftoff pushing her against the seat, followed by the comforting warmth of the fire spreading infront of her... what? 

She woke with a start, gasping for breath as her eyes opened and immediately shielding herself instinctively with her hands as she crawled back a few feet. She stopped, staring on in disbelief at the wreckage infront of her as she felt her immediate surroundings growing ever warmer. Scrambling to her feet in a bid to get away from any of the flames, she barely noticed the cut across her cheek dripping blood down her face, or the movement in the fog ahead. Double taking - more than once, she peered into the smoke and haze, attempting to shield her eyes from the brightness of the flames with her forearm. 

"Hello? Is someone still alive out there? Please, if you can hear me call out!" 

She thought she could hear faint voices, but over the crackling, burning, the ringing in her ears and occasional sound of a small explosion it was hard to tell. 

[--Thunder Bolt-- 534]

Katarzhyna looked up from her seat at the passengers who would be sharing her row with her.  A little girl who looked absolutely terrified, and a mother who was trying to keep her calm.  The child whispered something to her mother.  Katarzhyna caught the words "crash" and "TV."  She looked the girl in the eyes and gave her a reassuring smile.  "Do not worry.  I am pilot.  I fly all the time.  Flying is safest way to travel.  Plane crashes make news because they are very, very rare, not because they happen all the time."  She didn't really want to elaborate by explaining that the child had already survived what was by far the most dangerous part of her journey: the drive to the airport.  Why make her terrified of cars, too?  "Would you like window seat?" she said, making a little stirring gesture with her finger.  The child shook her head, the mother thanked her for her offer.  They took their seats, with the child in the middle.

 

The girl's fears disappeared with the ramp-up of the engines and the surge of acceleration as the plane launched itself down the runway.  A grin spread across her face and Katarzhyna knew she was hooked.  She'd been that little girl once.  Except for the fear of flying part.  She'd fallen in love with the concept of an "airplane" the second she learned what one was.  That was before she learned the meaning of the word "spaceship," but she'd never forgotten her first love.  As often as she'd flown, Katarzhyna still had her eyes riveted on the window watching and waiting for that exquisite moment when the aircraft's wheels left the ground.  Right there.  We have liftoff!

 

As soon as the seat belt light went off, the girl was squeezing past Katarzhyna to press her face against the window.  Katarzhyna shared a look with her mother.  "Now we trade?"  The child spent the flight chatting animatedly with her and the flight attendants about flying.

 

 

 

Hugging her stuffed horse to her chest, Tiffany turned to her Mother and said “Momma. When I grow up, I wana fly an air-plane!” “That’s wonderful sweetie.” Expressed her mother with a waxing smile, relief washing away her own anxieties over air travel. In the aisle between seats, a flight attendant pushing a trolley of empty plates grinned down at the little aviator’s enthusiasm. “Ain’t that just precious?” She said, leaning over the pair with a conspiratorial look in her eye, “Ya’ know, if you ask the captain real nicely, I’d bet he’d let you look around the cabin if ya’ like?” "Really!” Tiffany’s eyes sparkled at the prospect as her mother lifted her over to the aisle and began to follow the stewardess towards the awaiting cockpit.

 

Katarzhyna was surprised at the flight attendant's offer.  After 9/11, the Americans had reacted with almost Soviet levels of paranoia.  Not quite to the point of making it against the law to photograph bridges, but close.  Their National Security Agency certainly had surveillance capabilities the old KGB could only have dreamed of in their most wishful fantasies.  So it was good to see that Americans would still let a child peer into the cockpit before the plane began its descent to Miami.  Whether or not Tiffany became a pilot when she grew up wasn't the point.  She would remember this moment, even if only vaguely, and perhaps draw inspiration from it to reach for her dreams.  Like Tiffany in that moment, Katarzhyna knew exactly what she wanted.  To step off a ladder and feel her boots crunch on reddish soil; to turn and look through salmon-colored skies toward a pale blue dot and utter words that would go down in history next to those of Neil Armstrong.

 

Shto? she thought, spotting a source of bright prismatic light.  It rapidly got brighter, and closer.  Within seconds it was obvious that it was not Venus, or another aircraft, or a weather balloon, or anything else with a slot in the inventory of the known.  One second Katarzhyna was squinting against the glare trying to make out detail...

 

...the next...

 

...she was...hanging upside down?  Shadowy twilight and flickers of flame.

 

"Last time...I let someone else drive..." she moaned as her brain tried to piece together her surroundings.  Crashed.  Mentally taking a bodily inventory, she didn't feel any pain likely to represent broken bones.  Hooking her feet under the seat in front of her and grabbing an armrest with one hand, she unbuckled her seat belt.  No graceful dismount though, as she tumbled onto the curved ceiling.  Something soft and fuzzy padded her face against the impact.  The torn body of a stuffed horse.  Then she remembered who it had belonged to.  Katarzhyna scrambled unsteadily to her feet.  The fuselage was rocking in tune with howling gusts of wind.  It seemed unstable, so she quickly stumbled out through a tangle of torn metal.  She stumbled again, but not from dizziness.  The ground itself was tilted.

 

A...mountain?  But we were flying into Miami! she thought.  The plane should have ended up in water, swamp, or the tropical city-scape itself.  Where in Florida would they have found a mountain tall enough to conceal its peak within the dark grey thunderheads above?  And why did those clouds spiral in oddly regular ways, more like stylized artwork than the real thing?

 

Voices.  "Hello!  Is anyone hurt?!" she called out.  There was a groan of metal behind her.  She spun around in time to glimpse horribly dismembered bodies hanging in their seats, just before the section of fuselage she'd been in rolled over the small spur of rock that tenuously held it, then tumbled down the mountainside.  There were other pieces of wreckage, and apparently other survivors, but from the looks of things they would be few in number.  Almost certainly they would not include the owner of the stuffed horse she unconsciously carried by the scruff of the neck.

[Standard User 2,127]

"Hey-oh baby-oh, I hear ya'll!" Morgan called. He laughed broadly, adding "C'mon, let's go sue the airline company! My mom's gonna be so pissed...ha...ahaha..."
 

Morgan gets loud and obnoxious when he's nervous.

 

Stepping gingerly around sharp, twisting, hey-we-wanna-give-you-tetanus pieces of superheated metal, Morgan found another survivor standing amid the wreckage. The man looked to be older than Morgan and threw off a Come here so I can stab you vibe.

 

"Sweet, I'm not alone! Now we can reenact Lost! Isn't that great?" Morgan said much-too-quickly, his voice choking up a bit at the end.

 

[No he's not scared. Morgan is a tuff guy who doesn't afraid of nothing. Also, I'm talkin' to you, @ but I have not forgiven you for stealing first post.]

[OceanFlare 0]

Christopher Biddle had always been a strange man, but no amount of strangeness could have primed him up for what will happen on flight 201.

 

"Well there is no way this day could get any better."Said an excited Christopher Biddle as he packed his numerous bags of fish and fish paraphernalia and prepared for his trip to Britain tommorrow.As christopher drove to the airport he thought of all the fish he could catch in Britain and what he could do with said fish, but before he knew it, he was there at the airport, "I hope i dont die" thought Cristopher as he boarded the plane and took his sleeping medication, but before the plane even took off, he was asleep. 

[Miss Light Diamond 2,802]

Emily. Was. Terrified.
She had been scared of planes since she was a little girl and this was the first time she had had to fly in her life.

She boarded the plane in silence and found her seat where she spent the next few minutes checking the seat belt to make sure it was safe.
After buckling in she lay back in her seat and took deep breaths. The girl sitting next to her patted her arm. "I've done this tons of times...you have no reason to worry." She said, giving Emily a reassuring look...but Emily couldn't come up with words to reply.

She was thinking about her grandma who was waiting for her in Miami and tried to focus on what she was going to be doing with her grandma for the next few weeks...but the thoughts of swimming and reading on the beach quickly left her mind as the plane engines rumbled to life and the whole vehicle moved backwards and taxied to the runway.

She held onto her armrests tightly as the plane took off high into the sky. When they leveled out she took a deep breath and tried to relax.
She closed her eyes and kept taking deep breaths, ignoring the girl snickering at her from across the aisle.

After a little while she found herself start to enjoy the flight...her cold ginger ale sitting on the retractable table in front of her...then, the whole plane shook and her eyes quickly shot open, grabbing tightly onto the seat as she did her best to look out the window, passed the two people sitting next to her...that's when she saw it.
A wall of what looked to be light, rushing closer and closer.
She held onto the seat tightly as there was a bright flash of light then...mountains?
Emily barely had time to gasp as the plane smashed into the ground.
The last thing she saw was the seat in front of her getting closer and closer, then...her head smashed into it and she blacked out.


A little while later she slowly started coming too.
She groaned loudly and forced her eyes open only to scream loudly. There were bodies everywhere...both the girls sitting next to her weren't moving, they were obviously dead.
Emily let out another terrified scream as she tried to stand...only to find part of the wreckage had fallen down over her legs.
She whimpered as tears poured down her cheeks, mixing with the blood running from the large cut on her head. "H-HELP ME..." She screamed, trying to push the large piece of metal away...she managed to move it a few inches but no more than that. "SOMEONE H-HELP." She yelled again, struggling against the long heavy piece of metal covering her legs, trying her best to keep here eyes off the fire slowly moving closer to where she sat.


((So...I hope its alright that I'm picturing the plane in two halves...the front half upside down (Assuming this because of InvisiblePinkUnicorns post...about it being upside down...and then everyone else just kinda went on with it normally...) If I shouldn't have assumed this...I'll just edit...))

[--Thunder Bolt-- 534]

At the sound of someone screaming for help, Katarzhyna turned and ran for the source.  She found a bookish-looking young woman with wavy blond hair.  She was bleeding from the forehead, and pinned in her seat by a structural member.  Katarzhyna crouched down to look into her eyes.  It was hard to see in the poor light, but neither eye was grossly dilated.  She put her hands gently on the woman's shoulders.

 

"Please, do not be afraid.  I am Lieutenant Katarzhyna Nikolaeva.  I am trained in survival skills and first aid."  A fellow pilot might have recognized the subtle tension you hear in a flier's voice when they're deciding whether or not to pull the eject lever, but she hoped the young woman would only hear professionalism and calm.  "Please take deep breaths and try to relax.  I am going to get you out of here, but I need you to please tell me if you are experiencing any unexpected symptoms.  Please do not try to struggle.  Can you move your toes?" 

 

 

OOC: I'm picturing the plane broke up into multiple pieces with only a few of them intact enough to hold survivors.

[Miss Light Diamond 2,802]

@,

 

Emily was about to yell again until she saw another girl making her way through the wreckage to where she sat.

She did as the girl said and took deep breath's, trying to calm down...but the tears still poured from her eyes.
She tried to focus on the girl and nodded. "O-Okay...okay..." She said, through breaths. She moved her toes and nodded. "I c-c-can...y-yes." She said, sobbing as she looked back into the girls eyes.
The part of her that liked to study other people noticed how calm this girl seemed to be...but there was a hint of panic that was hidden quite well. There was a split second where Emily just stared at the girl, looking her over...then she snapped back into reality and let out another frightened whimper as she tore her eyes off the girl to look at the large fire slowly moving towards them. "H-How...H-How do I g-get out?" She asked, trying to push the large beam off her lap.

[OceanFlare 0]

As he wakes up from the burning pinned down by the wreckage too exhausted to be scream , Christopher wonders and contemplates what could have happened. But he simply comes to the conclusion that he should wait to be found, but after 2 hours of not being found he simply takes his sleeping medication out of his pack and goes to sleep, waiting to be found.

Edited July 7, 2013 by OceanFlare

[Agent505 661]

(I go to sleep for 12 hours, come back and have to read a novel to catch up...god I love you guys)

 

Myra stumbled about the crashsite for what felt like an eternity, looking for any signs of other survivors or any indication as to where they had crashed. There where intense flames practically surrounding her, metal pieces jutting from the ground and even what seemed to be the sky, thanks to the immense columns of smoke, dust and ash...

No one returned her shouts, so naturally she assumed the worst. "There has to be someone else alive...there has to be...I wouldn't have been allowed to survive this by myself" she kept telling herself quietly, until she saw movement from the upturned part of the plane before her. 

 

Running over to the front section of the plane - that seemed to be relatively intact, from where she was standing - she could barely make out the shape of people and luggage cases in seats and the...floor? (roof, I guess technically)

Peering into the cylinder, the peoples shapes became much clearer - they where dead alright, still strapped into their chairs. She didn't even want to think about how the sight looked before her, but the smell of burning flesh hit her almost immediately. Collapsing on all fours, she threw up on the ground thanks to the smell and the sight, and the thought of being the only one left. 

"Oh my god...this...this is horrible..."

[Starshine 16,333]

Chandra Santiya stirred. She tried to open her eyes, but quickly regretted it as something nasty stung her eyes. Wit a groan she righted herself to a sitting position. "By gods..." Her head was hurting something fierce. She tried to rub her forehead when she realized that she was sitting on dirt. She tried to look around. While her eyes were still unfocused, she could see what seemed to be ruins of the plane she took to the... Miami. Yes, she was supposed to be at the Miami airport by now.

 

With a sigh she dusted herself and stood up, shakily grabbing a nearby wall to steady herself. Silently she ran her fingers through her body. Thankfully, other than the splitting headache, she was wholly unharmed, she even still had her wallet. She didn't know what just happened, but it didn't take a genius to guess what was going on. Her plane crashed, quite hardly so to a mountainside. There were strong scents of burnt human corpses and plastic. Her lunch quickly evacuated her stomach. "Oh... This will be the last time I boarded anything that fly," she spat the last bile out of her mouth. At least she was alive. Unfortunately the same couldn't be said about the young couple that shared a row with her. Seemed like her sleeping through the flight had spared her from the gravely scene of everyone dying.

 

Gingerly Chandra crawled around in the dark, looking for her bag. The poor thing had torn in half, the spilled content now soaking in blood and muddy water. She silently cursed her luck. At least she was still in US territory, the air control should've noticed when one of their plane went missing, sooner or later the disaster relief team would come and rescue her, and other survivors if there were any. Yes, at worst it would take them a week or two, this nightmare would end before her mother could notice that her daughter was a bit too close from reenacting the Lost. She turned to a nearby corpse, which was seemed to be the friendly girl who sat next to her. After muttering a couple of prayers to the deceased Chandra rummaged her still intact purse. There was nothing worthy of note inside, Chandra decided to carry the pocket knife with her, Just in case.

 

There was a movement in the distance. "Hello? Is there anyone out there," she called out. She hesitated for a bit, afraid that the shadow could be a mountain lion. "Is there anyone alive around here?"

[--Thunder Bolt-- 534]

@,

 

Katarzhyna quickly lifted the woman's hair to check each ear.  No blood trickling out, and she hadn't reported any other symptoms of concussion, so it seemed likely that the head cut was superficial.  "Do you feel any neck or back pain?  Any sensations of numbness, or any part of your body that you cannot feel?"  As she spoke, Katarzhyna scanned the area for a fire extinguisher, or something she could use as a lever.  There!  Under one of the seats, the rubber tip of a man's cane.  She reached down and pulled.  The hook snagged on something.  Again she had to will herself to remain calm, focus.  She pressed her head to the floor to peer underneath.  The fire was getting closer, hotter.  Vital seconds ticked away as she angled and pulled and pushed and finagled but finally the cane was free.  She scrambled back to the woman, analyzing the wreckage that held her, and what held it. 

 

"Alright, push it up as far as you can."  The wreckage lifted slightly, but caught on a protruding tooth of fuselage metal.  Holding the cane with a thumb, Katarzhyna pushed the bent titanium toward the woman to free it from the snag, then quickly shoved the cane under and levered up with all her might.  The wooden cane cracked and the metal groaned, moving up about a third of a meter.  "Can you unbuckle and squeeze out from under?" she said through gritted teeth.

[Miss Light Diamond 2,802]

@,

 

 

Emily shook her head...then nodded...then shook her head again. "M-My head hurts...and my legs..." She sobbed, looking from the beam pinning her down to the nearby fire.
She was feeling very panicked. Tears poured down her cheeks as she tried to take deep breaths...which was getting difficult with all the smoke.

She quickly did as the Lieutenant said and quickly undid her seat belt and wriggled out from under the beam, mentally sighing as the pressure left her legs.

Once she had gotten out, that book worm part of her took over. "H-Hold on." She said, quickly reaching under the seat in front of her own to grab her bag and a few books that had spilled out.
She then tried to stand up straight but gasped and almost fell over again...her legs hurt more than she thought. She grabbed onto a nearby seat for support before looking at the girl...then at the fire. "W-We...need to g-get out of here." She said, feeling very panicked and staring nervously at the fire before attempting to take a step forwards. She yelped and stumbled to the ground where a few books fell out of her bag...she quickly stuffed them back in before pushing herself back up into a standing position...well it wasn't much of a standing position what with the pain in her legs. "I think...that b-beam did more than j-j-just pin m-me down." She sobbed, wincing as she attempted to walk forwards again.

(Her legs are both sprained...possibly broken (wouldn't be that bad of a break though) Also, I'm gonna say her instruments were in another part of the plane so she can find them later...or something.)

[Agent505 661]

@@Starshine, 

Standing up, wearily avoiding the meal she had eaten before she boarded the plane, Myra stumbled backwards slightly, and was about to sit down and give up hope before she heard a voice calling out...at least...she thought it was a voice. It was much clearer this time than it was before, and it sounded different too. Of course it was hard to tell, considering she never got a good sound from the last call she heard, it could be the same person for all she really knew, but at this point her brain was willing to accept anything. 

 

"H...hello?" she called back rather timidly. "I...I'm alive...I think - where are you? I can't...I can't see you..."

 

She looked around for any sign of another survivor, but inhaling all the smoke without thinking had sent her vision blurry, and she had started to get ever so slightly dizzy from the fumes. 

 

(So if you're looking to put a sound to the voice, the best I can say is she'll have a strong English accent topped with the same kind of soft voice that's stereotypical of the hyperactive characters of an anime)

Edited July 8, 2013 by Agent505

[Starshine 16,333]

 

 

"H...hello?" she called back rather timidly. "I...I'm alive...I think - where are you? I can't...I can't see you..."

 

A survivor! Chandra was elated beyond belief that at least she wouldn't have to be alone in this hell hole until the rescue team arrive. She quickly walked to the direction of the voice, taking care not to trip over the debris of the plane. "Thank gods someone else is alive!" she wheezed. She would have to find some kind of gas mask, the putrid smell was getting much worse. Soon she could make a silhouette of a woman in about her thirty. "Are you okay?"

 

Chandra had to force herself not to throw up for a second time. Close to the woman there was a large chunk of the plane, dead passengers still strapped to their seats. She urged herself to calm the heck down. "What the hell is going on here? Did we just crashed to the mountain or there was a bomb?"

 

 

 

OOC: I don't understand what English accent sounds like XD

 

 

[Agent505 661]

@@Starshine, 

 

Myra jumped at the voice as it grew much louder than she had anticipated it would in that amount of time. She turned around, finding herself staring at the plane for who knows how long, to see a woman not unlike herself in height and build, walking towards her. 'Please be real...please be real...please be real' she kept repeating, both out loud and in her head. 

 

"I...I...I don't know. A b-bomb? Do you think...that wouldn't be possible would it? Not in this day and age..." she shook her head in an attempt to get her thoughts cleared up as she squinted in order to make out the figure properly. 
"Can...we move? I can't stay here much longer."

[--Thunder Bolt-- 534]

@,

 

It was with great relief that Katarzhyna let go of the cane and allowed the piece of wreckage to sag back down with a shriek of metal on metal.  While the woman...gathered books?...Katarzhyna squirmed out of the tight space to check the pulses of the the other passengers she could reach who were not obviously dead, in case any of them were unconscious.  No other survivors here.  Turning back to the woman, it quickly became apparent that she would not be able to get clear under her own power.  "Sorry, I get you out now."  Returning to the seats, she grabbed the cane.  If it was still suitable for use, her fellow passenger might need it.  She wrapped the woman's free arm over her shoulder with one hand and held it there by her wrist, and wrapped the arm holding the cane around the woman's waist.  Taking up as much of the woman's weight as she could, Katarzhyna made for the torn opening she'd entered through.  "I am going to get you clear, then go look for others who need help, is that alright?" she asked as they shuffled toward the outside, and safety. 

Edited July 8, 2013 by InvisiblePinkUnicorn

[Shanashie 39]

@@Agent505, @@Starshine,

Though the thick smoke still obscures much of the crash site, small patches of sunlight are starting to appear amid the open ground.  What had started as a regular storm is now behaving rather oddly, seeming to focus its deluge on the burning fuselage and anywhere the smoke is still at its most dense.  Emerging from the wrecked passenger cabin, the intense rain briefly drives the smoke back, revealing a patchwork sky above.  For a moment, there is a flash of colour, almost like a large bird flittering around the edge of the cloud line before the rapidly billowing smoke once again obscures the view.

 

@,@,  

 

With a screech of tortured metal, one of the many far flung pieces of fuselage disappears over an unseen precipice. As the air begins to lighten, the outline of the wreckage becomes easily discern.  From the look of things, Flight 201 split almost in two, the majority of the forward bulkhead left a little ways down the hill and the tail section laying upside down to the north, its engine shadow rising like some hunched whale in the fog...

 

The engine moves.  At first, with so little detail to hand, it looks as though the whole cylindrical formation is beginning to roll.  Yet there is no sound, just a shadow against a deeper shadow, now gradually slinking its way along the rain soaked wreckage.  It quickly becomes obvious that this was not part of the plane.  In fact, with the way it seems to slide around strewn wreckage and sniff at windows, one could be forgiven for thinking the enormous shape was somehow alive.

 

@, @,  

 

… It starts as a muffled grunt as a slight shudder passes through this section of the plane.  So close to the metalic gash that would spell freedom from such an abhorrent place, yet a flicker of movement briefly draws away thoughts of escape.  Another survivor!  

 

No.. wait.  

 

There it is again, a shadow passing briefly in front of the windows, far down the other end of the aisle.

 

Above the thunder of rain and cracking of dying flames, there is another, more organic sound.  

 

Breathing... Deep, almost cavernous breathing.   

 

There’s something out there.

 

Freeze! The shadow passes by swiftly, a jagged outline of fur visible through the nearest window as it closes on the only way out.  There, it pauses, sniffing, tasting the air.  A body laying half out of the fissure twitches suddenly, the shadow looming close to examine the strange find.

 

First to appear is the nose, sleek, glistening and above all, huge. Then a muzzle; stretched and wolf like, as wide as the corpse's torso. Jaws snap quickly in consideration displaying canines like carving knives.

 

Not a breath, not a sound.  Frozen in horror at this gargantuan monster that now seems to be tasting the body before you with a long blood red tongue.   Suddenly!  A rumbling growl resonates through the metal tube, the whole tail section of the plane lurching with the as a second wolf-like head shoves under the first and bites down on the corpse, lifting it away as though it weighed nothing at all.  Tantalised by the sound of tortured metal, a third canine head appears and latches on to the breached wall of the aircraft, tugging at the thin surface before receding to spit out the unsavoury fibreglass.

 

Dismayed at its brother’s impatience, the first swivels quickly to bite back, only to freeze mid lunge.

 

Eyes aglow with unearthly orange light focus on the darkened aisle.

 

 

A snarl curls onto its black lips.

 

 

It can smell something else here.

Edited July 8, 2013 by Shanashie

[--Thunder Bolt-- 534]

"Bozhemoi!"  The word came out in a hissed whisper when the beast turned its eyes--one set of its eyes--on Katarzhyna and the woman with her.  The gears of her rational might spun, then seized up.  By all sensible principles of biology and zoology it shouldn't exist!  Even on an alien planet!  Any evolutionary history bizarre enough to produce three-headed creatures would not produce a wolf.  There was no moment of wondering if she was losing her sanity or in a dream.  She could smell its hot breath, thick and humid, feel the bass rumble of its growl in her chest.  Not one single thing about it made sense, yet it was simply too palpably real to imagine wishing it away.

 

Instincts from when the days of distant ancestors who found shelter in caves of stone instead of aluminum and titanium took command.  Flight was not an option; there was fire behind them.  That left one alternative.  Katarzhyna released the woman and stepped in front of her, raising the cane to a guard position.  The goosebumps on her skin, a holdover from even more distant ancestry, tried to fluff out fur that she didn't have.  Nonetheless, her posture sent the message: I am healthy.  I am strong.  I am not suitable prey.  Of course her rational brain could have told her this was utterly ridiculous.  It would certainly inform her that she was perfectly suitable as a light snack, if she lived long enough for the complex reasoning of her prefrontal cortex to catch up with the simpler but much quicker cognition of her mammalian and reptilian brains. 

 

OOC: O.O

Edited July 8, 2013 by InvisiblePinkUnicorn

[Shanashie 39]

@,

 

The beast's stare seems to penetrate everything in the tiny cabin, boring through the brave woman and out into the nothingness beyond.  The great nose twitches with a mighty breath that ruffles fallen oxygen masks and whips at the women's hair.  Straining against the crossed purposes of its vitally attached siblings, the giant head slowly moves deeper into the cavern it has found, drawing in the scent of fresh breathing prey.  At last reaching the first row of chairs to have survived the impact it begins to nuzzle around the edge of them, as though searching for a large enough gap to precede, its flaring pupil-less eyes still staring unblinkingly into the darkness.

[Standard User 2,127]

@@Shanashie, @:

 

Morgan gulped. "Hey, tall, dark, and creepy," he began, nudging the other survivor. "Am I still dreamin' or is something big moving over there?"

 

He had to be dreaming. He had to be! Morgan Card doesn't get in a plane that crashes -- that's just bad luck, and bad luck and Morgan are like oil and water. And the immense slinking form a distance off only cemented in Morgan's mind that this entire scenario was, in fact, a dream.

 

"I'm gonna wake up aaany second now," Morgan breathed. "Aaany moment I'll be back on the plane. Mister scary and the big shadow and all the fires and dead people will be just a bad dream...

"Hey," Morgan began, again bumping into the survivor's shoulder lightly. "I'll give you a buck if you go see what the moving thingy is."

He paid almost no attention to the weather -- just another element of a bad dream.

[Miss Light Diamond 2,802]

@@Shanashie,

@,

 

 

Emily nodded at Katarzhyna and was about to limp to the tear in the fuselage to get out...until she heard it...something...big was close by...and getting closer.

Her eyes widened and she looked in the direction of the noise to see. "Cerberus..." She muttered, watching Katarzhyna step in front of her holding out the cane.
Emily stood there, completely frozen. She wanted to search through her bag to find the book about Roman mythology...but now was most certainly not the time.

She gulped and grabbed onto the nearby chair for support as she looked at her surroundings, trying to find something that could maybe scare the beast away.

"We have to hide..." She whispered, leaning close to Katarzhyna.