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Dec 21, 2005 19:54:10 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 21, 2005 19:54:10 GMT -8
"Flight 815 is departing in 30 minutes." the speakers in the airport blared. Kris stared blankly into the TV screen of the bar. He hated flying, he hated heights in general. He took another sip of his coffee, and put the cup on the table, and threw a five dollar bill next to it. The man on the other side of the bar took the money nd began cleaning the cup.
Kris walked out of the pub, and to wards a store across from him. He always went and bought gum before he flew. He felt that it stopped his ears from popping. He grabbed a pack of Winter fresh gum and paid the woman running the store. He looked at the clock, he had less than 15 minutes to get to the plane. He quickly left the building and towards Gate 48.
Kris sat down in a seat staring blankly into the television screen like he was only fifteen minutes ago. He waited for the woman running the gate to call his row.
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Dec 21, 2005 20:38:46 GMT -8
Post by Thistle on Dec 21, 2005 20:38:46 GMT -8
Jared, A.K.A Marble, shoved his carry on bag into a compartment and then took his friend's bag and shoved it up there aswell. He let Brittany have the window seat and then sat down next to her. They had seats fairly close to the front of the plane. Jared leaned back and closed his eyes. "Well soon we will finally be there."
"Yep. Just a few hours away." Brittany replied staring out the window blankly.
"Aww come on. Lighten up. I dont know why you're so afraid of flying. Nothing's going to happen." Jared shook his head in amusement. "I've been on plenty of planes. They are quite safe."
((soo uh where are we going?))
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Dec 21, 2005 21:26:51 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Dec 21, 2005 21:26:51 GMT -8
Chuck Delacroix lowered his newspaper and put on his perscription sunglasses. His flight was already boarding, but the line was still filtering people in. "Here we go again," he said cheerfully, picking up his bag and slipping on his beige trenchcoat. He took another last look at the city. It had been a good trip, and with the interviews he made, he'd have no trouble getting another front-page story into the Global Weekly magazine. He allowed a self-absorbed smirk to cross his face, thinking about his own prospects as he tucked the camera into his bag. Chuck, or "Chase" as he was better known (not only by his fellow journalists, but by his readers all over the world, as it was his pen name), had no fear of planes by now. He'd been all over the world before, from Argentina to Zimbabwe, likely one of the top 3 globetrotters in the world. If there was a platinum membership for frequent fliers, he'd own a titanium membership.
His fancy italian leather shoes found their way to the plane. He packed light, as he always did, and only had a carry-on backpack, which he would use as a pillow, and his coat as a blanket on the long flight home.
Chuck found his seat, and gave a wink to the flight attendant when she did a double-take in his direction. He brushed a hand through his curly brown hair, and slouched a little, letting himself relax and enjoy the flight. Once they got into the air he could turn on his laptop and probably start work on the story...He was already getting some ideas popping into his head.
Yes.. Chase enjoyed leading a thrilling celebrity's life.
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Dec 21, 2005 22:25:50 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 21, 2005 22:25:50 GMT -8
Minuet, or 'Min' as he preferred to be called, was already in his seat, a blanket wrapped routinely around his waist and one of those useless airline pillows stuffed between his head and the window he leaned against. He had flown so many times in his life, he simply slept through them anymore. He always flew alone and had a tendacy to get the most peculiar people to sit next to who would talk for hours about their own lives, like you even cared; So, he had learned to fall asleep almost immediately after take-off. He nuzzled into his pillow, comfortable inside the overly large sweater he wore, a CD player, perhaps as a contingency plan, stuffed away in the front pouch of it. He faked his sleeping routine already, not wanting to give whoever sat next to him the chance to strike up any kind of a dialogue and chance being stuck talking to them the entire trip.
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Dec 22, 2005 12:26:04 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 22, 2005 12:26:04 GMT -8
(The flight will be from...oh let's say. Seattle to Tokyo.)
Kris row was called. He sifted through the poeple an dmade his way to his seat. He shoved his carry on bag into the overhead compartment. He sat in the window, he never really cared who sat next to him. If they were to crash they would all die anyway...
(Allright, I will give everyone a day. If you want to be involved in this thread, come to the plane now. If you don't make it, PM me. I'll fit you in somewhere...)
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Dec 23, 2005 13:16:15 GMT -8
Post by 7john7 on Dec 23, 2005 13:16:15 GMT -8
Ethan exited the cab as he arrived at the airport, payed the cab driver, grabbed his tan day pack and luggage bag as he glanced at his wrist watch. 5 minutes till flight 815 took off. He cursed to himself, he'd have to book it. Ethan had been visiting with his family in Seattle for few weeks now before he left for Tokyo. He had never been to Tokyo before, this was his first time visiting one of the most busy places on earth or so had he been told. He took quite an interest in software development and video game design, and where better else to go then the busy streets of Tokyo and their video game crazed society. Ethan ran through the airport as fast as he could. "815... 815." He kept muttering to himself as he was thus sprinting. There it was! 815. Ethan felt relief to see that it was still there. He walked up to the door handed the kind lady his ticked, " Here you go." "Thank you sir" she replied. "Have a nice flight" "Thank you miss. You have a nice day." Ethan said with a gentle smile on his face. Ethan walked on board the plane, found an empty seat and sat down. He glanced at his watch. 2 minutes left, he made pretty good time. But more importantly he made it. Ethan was a young man at the age of 22 and single. Therefor he was always aware when a nice pretty young lady came along. Ethan brushed his hand hand through his brown hair and made himself comfortable, not really looking forward to the long flight. And then beautiful young woman sat down next to him a Burnett, appeared to be around his age. "This trip might not be so bad after all." He thought to himself. He just had his finger's crossed hoping this girl wasn't some preppy cheer leader.
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Dec 27, 2005 15:55:10 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Dec 27, 2005 15:55:10 GMT -8
Ann-Maire was only six. There was nothing more exciting to her than the thought of flying to Japan with her mother. They had been in thier seats for a while now, she bouncing up and down in the kooshy ((hey.... new word!!)) seat next to her beautiful mother. "When are we going to get there, mommy?"
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Dec 27, 2005 16:09:36 GMT -8
Post by Thistle on Dec 27, 2005 16:09:36 GMT -8
A little boy was esorted onto the plane by an attendant. John-Pierre was an expert flyer, well he thought he was at least. He had done this every summer since he was five, so about 3 times. He would go to visit his dad who was living in Japan because of his job. Sitting down he pulled out his coloring book of G.I. Joes and crayons out of his backpack. Then he noticed a girl around his age bouncing up and down in her seat.
Smiling at the thought of someone to play with on the plane he decided to introduce himself. "Hello. My name is John-Pierre! What's yours?"
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Dec 27, 2005 16:49:08 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Dec 27, 2005 16:49:08 GMT -8
Chase smiled, seeing people board and enter coach. It was nice to be in first class... No children runing around, no old folk leaning on your shoulder, no babies crying... Just professionals, rich people, and corporate snobs. He sat there reading a brochure, waiting impatiently for the plane to take off.
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Dec 27, 2005 16:53:06 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Dec 27, 2005 16:53:06 GMT -8
Ann-Marie looked up to see the boy. He was cute! "Hi there, John-Pierre! I am Ann-Maire! Nice to meet you! I am this many!" The girl proudly holds up six fingers. "How many are you?"
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Dec 27, 2005 16:54:36 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 27, 2005 16:54:36 GMT -8
A flight attendent walked down the isle towards the door. She shut and latched it. She then began doing the "fasten seatbelt" speech. Teh pilot's voice came over the intercom, "Welcome ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for flying Oceanic Flights! Were gonna have a smooth ride today. But I need you to tuen off all electronics. Cell phones, Gameboys, Mp3 players, Leaf blowers, you get it." The plane began moving around the road. After about 20 minutes of preparing, the plane shifted forward. Jerking the passengers backwards. As Kris looked out the window the ground fell lower and lower. Eventually there was no ground left, only water.
After about an hour. The majority of the passengers were asleep. All was calm. The the fasten seatbelt button blared on the cieling above them. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, were going to experience a bi-" Then an explosion.
Screaming was all Kris heard as he held on to his seat. He loked behind him. Half of the plane was gone. Nothing but air. He breathed heavily. He was going to die. That is a feeling you never want to experience. Kris fainted.
(Ok I want to put some space in for you guys to react while the plane is crashing.)
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Dec 27, 2005 17:02:22 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Dec 27, 2005 17:02:22 GMT -8
Chase had been in the hallway heading to the bathroom when the seatbelt message appeared. He moved over to grab his bag, planning to get some sort of headache reliever, when the explosion blasted him off his feet. People screamed and screeched, and suddenly a vacuum jerked him off his feet, sending him wildly into the air! He had been into all sorts of dangers before, gunfire, explosions, plant leaks, the works, but never anything that directly involved his life like this! The sensation of freefalling made him tighten his grip on his bag as the front half of the plane plummetted below him. Below that all he could see was pitch black darkness dotted with a few reflections far below him that might be the ocean. The air was too thin from way up here, he was cold, and the dizzying height sucked the vision from his eyes quickly as he blacked out. He hoped that he would be knocked out before he died...
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Dec 27, 2005 17:04:14 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Dec 27, 2005 17:04:14 GMT -8
Absolute hysteria was what she heard... absolute confusion was what she was feeling. "MOMMY!!! What is going on?!?!?!?" But mommy did not answer... she was too busy screaming and trying to hold on to her daughter.
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Dec 27, 2005 17:27:46 GMT -8
Post by Thistle on Dec 27, 2005 17:27:46 GMT -8
John-Pierre was terrified. This had never happened the other 3 times he had been on a plane. Screaming and crying he held onto his seat for life. He felt like he was going to fly away any second.
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Brittany was hysterical. "I KNEW THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN!" she screamed at Jared. "WHAT DID i TELL YOU!!"
Jared just held onto her. If they somehow were thrown out he didnt want them to get separated.
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Dec 28, 2005 21:55:32 GMT -8
Post by 7john7 on Dec 28, 2005 21:55:32 GMT -8
Ethan Heard the loud explosion in the cockpit. "Oh shi..." Ethan got cut off from finishing his dirty word by a sudden jerk of turbulence which followed the explosion. The girl sitting next to Ethan suddenly grabbed his hand and started squeezing it tightly. He actually got the chance to talk to this girl during the flight. Her name was Julia, she said her friends call her Jules for short. He held her hand tightly as she held his, both of them fearing to be separated. Ethan glanced around at everyone on the plane seeing them all scream in terror. Ethan suddenly became more aware their morality. They might die today. Ethan suddenly couldn't hear anything but his own breath and heart racing as he looked out the window and saw that they were falling down to the sea. "Jules hang on!" He shouted to her as the sea came closer in the window. Julia glanced over Ethan and saw the water out the window. She gripped his hand even tighter. Julia then looked over at a mother in the plan holding on to her daughter as tight as she could amongst all the chaos. Everything seemed to slow down as she focused on the mother. She couldn't remember her mother, she died when she was very young. She started breathing faster her heart racing to it's max as she saw her life flashing before eyes. This could be it...
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