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Dec 29, 2005 16:18:24 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 29, 2005 16:18:24 GMT -8
Min had been, as he had been the whole flight, asleep in his seat when the explosion hit. He had been fastened in, but, unluckily for him, he was only two rows in front of where the plane had been cut in half. The air pressure as it tried to suck him out of the plane was immense. He felt as though the air pounding on his chest, pulling him back into his seat, would crush him. He could hardly breathe, not to mention that he had just woken up and was still in shock.
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Dec 30, 2005 19:49:21 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Dec 30, 2005 19:49:21 GMT -8
"Anne-Marie, hold on to me and do not look up!" Wow... Mommy sounded very afraid. Anne did what she was told like a good girl and buried her face in her mother's side.
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Jan 2, 2006 20:53:28 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Jan 2, 2006 20:53:28 GMT -8
The plane spun around several times. The missing half of the plane caused inbalance, sending the plane into a tail-spin. It slammed against the water, three times. The plane slid against the water and the sand, slowing it down considerably. It came to a complete stop on the sandy beach of a strange tropical island. Pieces from the wreckage flung across the beach. Engines, pieces of glass and shrapnel. At first it was silent, almost eerie. Than as Kris slowly got up, holding his head, the sound slowly faded into his ears. Was he dead? He couldnt say. He was on a beach, he always pictured heaven as a beach...He heard screams of panicking passangers of flight 815, sprawled across the beach. Mothers holding there children, people crying, running around, people everwhere. He felt his arm, something ached, he felt a small trickle of blood. He looked a bit closer at his forearm...A tiny peice of shrapnel found place of lodging in Kris's muscle tissue. He grouned as he reached into the wound and pulled it out. The blood rushed out from the wound, but now it did'nt hurt as much. He did'nt know what to do, he wasn't a doctor... He looked to the screaming and wounded people on the beach, his wound wasn't so bad. These people needed help! He got off his knees and walked over to a mother and her daughter. From what he remembered from the flight...He believed the childs name was...Anne-Marie. (Ironic my little sisters name is Anna Marie.)
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Jan 3, 2006 10:33:15 GMT -8
Post by Thistle on Jan 3, 2006 10:33:15 GMT -8
(( heheeh watch out or those John Pierre's ))
John-Pierre was finally knocked out of his seat when the plane hit the ground. He wasn't injured anywhere that he could tell. He was just a bit sore. Slowly getting up he looked around at the panic. Confused he wandered around in a daze. Then he noticed his friend from the plane with a woman and a man. Grinning he ran over to them.
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Jared groaned as he got up. His head hurt then he remembered Brittany. Panicing he looked around and found her a few yards away unconcious. Running over to her he grimaced as he saw shards from the window imbedded into her cheek and shoulder. "Hang on Brittany I'll get you help." ripping off a peice of her shirt he tried to wipe off some of the blood.
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Jan 3, 2006 19:24:58 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Jan 3, 2006 19:24:58 GMT -8
Kris sprinted over to Anne-Marie as fast as he could. A small peice of the plane caught his foot and sent his face towards the sand. He managed to bring his hands up to his face before he landed however. He was about 3 feet from Anne-Marei and her mother. He wiped some of the sand off his arms as he got onto his knees. "Are you ladies alright?"
(The only thread I have ever made that came with pictures!)
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Jan 6, 2006 7:09:03 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 6, 2006 7:09:03 GMT -8
Anne-Marie was crying. Her mother was sprawled on the ground, her eyes wide open. Anne-Marie was holding the beautiful woman's hand in her own tiny one. "Mommy? Mommy? Talk to me! Your eyes are open... I KNOW you're awake! Talk, Mommy!" Her tears had already began to stain her face.
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Jan 6, 2006 17:15:21 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Jan 6, 2006 17:15:21 GMT -8
Kris got a little closer to Anne-Marie. He put his fingers to her mother's neck to find a pulse...He didn't feel anything....Kris was not a proffessional, so he could not declare the woman dead...But he felt horrible for Anne-Marie...To not understand what death was...Kris felt a tear drop form in his eyes, seeing the child grasping her mothers hand for dear life made him tear up. He wanted to cry, but it would only make the child even more confused. He wiped the tear away, and looked to the child. He knew that if her mother was actually dead. He would take care of her. Kris was only a teenager, but always liked children. And this particular one needed his help. She needed him to protect her...And Kris would do that, no matter what the cost.
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Jan 7, 2006 10:24:11 GMT -8
Post by Thistle on Jan 7, 2006 10:24:11 GMT -8
((Awww thats so sweet!))
John-Pierre finally reached Anne-Marie. "Hello Anne-Marie!" he said with a big smile. When he saw her crying the smile immediately faded. "What's wrong?"
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Jan 7, 2006 17:03:38 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Jan 7, 2006 17:03:38 GMT -8
Kris watched as the boy talked to her...She knew this boy. That means she would talk to him, he could comfort her...Kris couldnt do that, she barely knew him...
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Jan 7, 2006 17:07:46 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 7, 2006 17:07:46 GMT -8
Anne-Marie looks up at the boy, squinting her little eyes up and pushing the tears out. "Mommy's not talking to me. Loos...* She pointed her small finger at her mother's open eyes. "Her eyes are open. She must be awake. But she's not moving. Why? And what is that red stuff trickling out of the corner of her mouth? Mommy does not have red drool. I don't know what it is." She tries once more to wake her mother by shaking her. "Mommy, PLEASE get up!"
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Jan 7, 2006 17:10:26 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Jan 7, 2006 17:10:26 GMT -8
Kris put his hand in front of his eyes. He couldnt stop it anymore...he cried his eyes out. He felt so sorry for her...There had to be something he could do. Something to comfort her...Maybe he could explian it to her...but that would only confuse her...He couldnt think anymore...He was to busy crying.
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Jan 7, 2006 17:25:55 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 7, 2006 17:25:55 GMT -8
Anne-Maire finally noticed the teenage boy at her side. She sniffles and looks at him hopefully. "Hey... could you tell me what is wrong with my mommy? She's been lying here like this for a while now..."
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Jan 7, 2006 17:30:00 GMT -8
Post by Thistle on Jan 7, 2006 17:30:00 GMT -8
John-Pierre stiffened when he saw the 'red drool'. "Umm Anne-marie thats blood." He grimaced as he remembered when he had sliced his finger when he had got hold of a knife. "She needs a band-aid and her mommy to kiss it all better."
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Jan 7, 2006 17:30:58 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Jan 7, 2006 17:30:58 GMT -8
Kris looked up to make eye contact with Anne-Marie. He sniffled and wiped the tears from his face. As he tried to think of what to say. "Anne-Marie...I think she's-" Kris looked down and shook his head."She's sleeping. She'll be asleep for a long time." Kris let more tears out...He just lied to a daughter who just lost her mother...He just supplied her with false hopes.
(Ack, This is a bit of a sticky wicket.)
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Jan 7, 2006 17:38:10 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 7, 2006 17:38:10 GMT -8
Anne-Marie first looked at John-Pierre. "Her mommy? Gramma died a long time ago... so I guess the blood won't stop. Blood... I remember... Mommy told me it was not good." She looks at Kris, her eyes still teary. "How long? I want my mommy... and why would she leave me like this? Sleeping... what a sleepyhead. She gets mad at me when I sleep in. Oh well. I guess she desearves a rest." The little girl takes of her small jacket that she had on and places it on her dead mother. It barely covered the woman's midriff. The girl pats her mom's pale cheek and kisses it... on the side without the blood. "Sleep tight, Mommy. Wake up soon."
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