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Oceanic Flight 616

Bombielonia

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After an unfortunate malfunction in the plane; survivors find themselves stranded on an island.


Multi-character RP in-between me and @ThatRandomKitty



The airport was nearly empty at this time.. The waiting lines were minimum, the gates were quiet and the only noise were the announcements made..

There are around sixty people waiting at gate B-24 if not less.. All of them were different nationalities, races, some half-asleep, some distracted with their own businesses.. The plane was headed to Phuket, Thailand. An island with great tourist attractions; from beaches to nightlife, business to pleasure.

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A woman, whom was wearing airline staff outfit walked behind the counter by the entrance to the jet bridge leading to the plane, she looked at her wristwatch before at the monitor, confirming the boarding time before speaking into the microphone:




5:45 A.M. - Good afternoon passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for Oceanic flight 616 to Phuket. We are now inviting those passengers with small children, and any passengers requiring special assistance, to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. First class, business class and regular class boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes time. Thank you.






With that said, people began boarding the plane, but only the mentioned people for now, a bald man in a wheel chair was one of them, he refused the aid of the staff pushing him within the plane as he insisted on helping himself down the jet bridge, pushing the wheels forward as he pushed his own self, along with other handicap, elderly people and people with children as announced.

The said ten minutes as announced were shortened, the second announcement was said just five minutes after the first:




5:56 A.M. - We are now boarding First class and Business class passengers before economy class, please have your boarding pass and identification ready.






The staff by the gate said once again, accepting and boarding each individual with a welcoming smile. "Have a nice trip." She told nearly everyone after reviewing their boarding passes and identification.

Everyone went to their seats within the plane; which wasn't big, nor small.. a moderate plane. The crew was welcoming, they never stopped smiling to every and each passenger whom entered the plane, helping everyone with finding their seats.

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6:04 A.M. - This is the final boarding call for passengers Chuck and Noland booked on Oceanic flight 616 to Phuket, Thailand. Please proceed to gate B-24 immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately five minutes time. I repeat. This is the final boarding call for Chuck and Noland booked on Oceanic flight 616. Thank you.






Not long after that was announced, only one man managed to get in the plane. He sat down by the isle side while he put a round-shaped object on the window seat. Yes, a reference.




6:09 A.M. - Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard Oceanic Flight 616 with service from Sydney to Phuket, Thailand. We are currently Second in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately four minutes time. We ask that you please fasten your seat-belts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments. We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing Sydney Airlines. Enjoy your flight.






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6:12 A.M. - Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of the crew I ask that you please direct your attention to the monitors above as we review the emergency procedures. There are six emergency exits on this aircraft. Take a minute to locate the exit closest to you. Note that the nearest exit may be behind you. Count the number of rows to this exit. Should the cabin experience sudden pressure loss, stay calm and listen for instructions from the cabin crew. Oxygen masks will drop down from above your seat. Place the mask over your mouth and nose, like this. Pull the strap to tighten it. If you are traveling with children, make sure that your own mask is on first before helping your children. In the unlikely event of an emergency landing and evacuation, leave your carry-on items behind. Life rafts are located below your seats and emergency lighting will lead you to your closest exit and slide. We ask that you make sure that all carry-on luggage is stowed away safely during the flight. While we wait for take off, please take a moment to review the safety data card in the seat pocket in front of you.









6:14 A.M. - "Crew, prepare for take off."






With that said, a final check on the passengers, confirming that they'd have their windows up, tables latched and seat belts buckled.

The plane's engine gradually became louder and louder before the plane started moving in high speed along the airstrip; the passengers would feel pushed back against their seats as the plane took off. The altitude increasing as time passes, until they were mid-air. The seat-belts signs turned off and the staff began preparing the refreshments.








6:23 A.M. - Good afternoon passengers. This is your captain speaking. First I'd like to welcome everyone on Oceanic Airlines Flight 616. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 33,000 feet at an airspeed of 400 miles per hour. The time is.. 6:24 A.M. The weather looks good and with the tailwind on our side we are expecting to land in Phuket, Thailand approximately fifteen minutes ahead of schedule as the flight takes around nine hours and a half. The weather in Phuket is clear and sunny, with a high of 28 degrees for this afternoon. If the weather cooperates we should get a great view of the island as we descend. The cabin crew will be coming around in about twenty minutes time to offer you a light snack and beverage, and the inflight movie will begin shortly after that. I'll talk to you again before we reach our destination. Until then, sit back, relax and enjoy the rest of the flight.



Two and a half hours later..




8:53 A.M. “Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign. We are now crossing a zone of turbulence. Please return your seats and keep your seat belts fastened. Thank you.”




The airplane indeed went into some minor turbulence.. a bump after another before suddenly.. Boom!

A sudden explosion could be heard, the airplane quickly began 'turning' to the right, as the right jet exploded.. Passengers were packing, screaming.. Oxygen masks dropped down, before another explosion could be heard, this time...

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The wing separated from the plane itself, the air sucked out mostly the very back passengers, with their seats.. They just, flew out like, screaming with no avail. It lasted seconds, but it felt like hours before the plane crashed into the shore.

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Dark, pregnant clouds covered the sun as it made the environment seem as if the sun was dawning while meanwhile screams echoed.. People were rushing here and there, people were screaming for others.. "Heeeeeeeeelp!" A man trapped under a food cart, the one you'd see the attendants pushing back and forth when they offer food.

A man heard that particular scream out of all others; on which he found it a good reason to rush to the poor man's aid.. but he foolishly ran in-front of the humming engine which sucked him.. Literally sucked him into the engine; Ka-booooom!

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The engine exploded, causing the entire wing to shatter into small metal flying around, before raining down hell on the people around it. One piece of metal fell right into a man whom found himself on the sand after the explosion. Another man got his right arm amputated, another got a flesh wound.

In conclusion; the explosion had certainly lowered the number of survivors.

A flash and an echoing roar were seen and heard in the sky before it started raining down, showering down the island and the waves certainly began increasing in size as rain poured down on the survivors.

 
Brooklyn was unconscious, the flames were getting higher in the back, and he could hear the combination of people screaming, crying and calling out for help. Jack was sitting in his seat, numb and dazed for only a few moments before he felt it. The searing pain spreading through his left leg. Doing his best not to wince, he unbuckled the seat belt that hadn't helped him really at all, and he looked around. To his right, his sister was seated next to him, blood gushing from her right temple, her head hanging as if she were nothing more than a rag doll. To his left, some stranger was on the floor, still as a statue as blood pooled around the body. The poor guy was dead.


Hands shaking and fear setting in, he slowly stood up on his good leg, and with some effort, leaned over to his sister, unbuckled her seat belt, and then looked down upon his leg. It was pretty bad, but not life threatening, so, he came to the decision he would have to walk on it, get Brooklyn out, and sort through the luggage to see if their suitcases survived the crash. After that? He had no idea. Maybe gather with the other people, try to figure out what happened, and see if they can contact anyone and get rescued. All that mattered right now is getting Brooklyn out of the plane before it burns down, and making sure she was safe and okay.


Jack put pressure on his left leg, grimacing as the pain made him gasp. He could feel the blood start to soak his pants already. He did his best to ignore the pain, and wobbled over to his still unconscious sister, looking at her for a moment. The gash on her temple was bad, but as far as he could tell, she would be fine. Maybe a slight concussion, and a killer headache, but nothing serious. Breathing a sigh of relief, he wrapped his arms around her, and with a grunt, scooped her up. She was heavier than she looked. And his leg certainly wasn't helping the situation. Her head dangled as he carried her down the aisle of dead bodies, blood and pieces of bodies everywhere the eye could see.


The smell made him gag. It was a mixture of burnt skin, blood, and smoke. Brooklyn hasn't woken up yet. Jack is still trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened ─ it happened so quickly, and felt like it was all just one big, bad dream. But it wasn't a dream, he knew, because his leg was hurting like hell. Even in nightmares, nothing hurt THAT bad. With his twin sister in his arms, he walked out of the plane through the hole in the side, and took the sight in. They were by some beach, surrounded by thick trees and bushes. The fresh ocean air cleared his lungs, making it easier to breathe. But then he saw it. All around him. Bodies and grieving lovers.


Chaos seemed to be everywhere he looked. People screaming, widows crying for their husbands to wake up, and other people calling out for help. Frozen in time, Jack shook his head, snapping out of it, and instead focused on finding a place to lay down Brook. About six hundred feet away from the plane, he could see a palm tree, shading a small patch of sand beneath it. Perfect. He'd lay her down, rush over to the luggage spilled out on the beach, and search for their bags. If he was lucky, he would bring back a first aid kit, or something. Jack marched to the tree, sucking in a sharp breath every time he moved his leg. It was hell, but he needed to know she would be alright. She's all he has right now.


Brooklyn, now laid gently on the sand, shaded by the palm tree, slowly opened her eyes. Jack was bending down beside her, watching her with wide, fear-filled eyes. He opened his mouth, and his lips moved, but no sound came forth. She squinted at him, trying to make sense of it all. Brooklyn's ears were ringing, and her head was hurting. What happened? Slowly, she began to hear the chaos. "Brooklyn, are you okay?" Jack asked for the fourth time, his eyes intense, his tone a mixture of worry and panic. She's never seen him this distressed: he always seemed to keep it cool and keep his emotions under control until he had a meltdown.


She slowly nodded her head, not trusting her voice just yet. Jack's expression relaxed somewhat, but his eyebrows were furrowed, his mouth a thin line. Not good. Brooklyn swallowed, her head pounding as she slowly tried to sit up. Jack, within a blink of an eye, reached out and gently pushed her back on the sand, a tight, reassuring smile on his face. "You just lay down, Brook, okay? Stay here; I'm going to look for our suitcases. I'll be back as soon as you know it," he said, his voice shaking and not convincing at all ─ it sounded like he was trying to convince himself of it. Brooklyn curtly nodded, though she would sit up as soon as his back turned. Stubbornness ran in the family.


Jack ran, or tried to, towards the luggage spilled out on the sand, some of the cases spilling contents of clothing, toiletries, personal belongings, and other things that ultimately didn't really matter to him. He just limped as fast as he could, knowing people would, eventually, panic. And panic always, always lead to desperation, and in the end, violence as the survival instinct settled in. He would gather the suitcases, and head straight back to Brook. Maybe try to see if he could help anyone. Thunder crackled in the distance, the ocean waves roaring as they crashed onto shore. Jack found the two cases, and let out a sigh of relief.


After dragging the two brown suitcases with him to Brooklyn, he collapsed beside her, too tired to care that she had been stubborn and sat up after he told her to rest. Jack, breathing heavily, shut his eyes for a moment, listening to a woman screaming in the background, making his body all the more tense. To say the least, he was on edge. However, Brooklyn seemed to be in slight shock, but other than that, she was fine. At least she didn't have to limp horribly like Jack did. He was glad he had switched seats with her in the beginning of the flight, otherwise it would have been her limping instead. He glanced at her, and blinked.


"Oh my God, Jack, look over there," she whispered, pointing towards a passenger running in front of a turbine, and within seconds, got sucked in, and following the man's death, a loud explosion, killing off more survivors. Brooklyn covered her mouth, staring in shock as people fled the scene. Jack blinked, seemingly unfazed, and reached to unzip his suitcase. He dug through the neat piles of clothes he had packed, searched all the pockets of it, and found nothing useful other than toothpaste, and his favorite picture of him, Brook, and their mom at the county fair. He folded the photo, stuffed it in his pocket, and closed the suitcase. He always had believed the photo was good luck.


Fifteen minutes later, it's raining, extinguishing any fires that hadn't died down already. Brook's eyes were drooping, and Jack assured her he'd be back soon as he told her his plan to try and help people. She nodded, indicating she understood, and wouldn't panic if she woke up and he was gone. He ruffled her already messy hair, and limped toward the crash site, wincing as he did. He needed to patch up his leg soon. The blood stain was now showing through the pant leg, the feeling sticky and warm. Hearing a plea of help from a woman, he rushed into the plane, not thinking about the smoke or fire.
 
"Sir, sir..- Please have a seat until the seat belt sign is off...- No, no there is nothing to worry about, sir. It is merely but brief turbulence. It'll be ove..-" The entire plane shook, but that wasn't typical. Florence worked as a flight attendant long enough to realize that. Just before she could react, the airplane's engine went aflame before soon it reached the fuel line, which caused a loud, piercing explosion that caused the airplane to whine. People screamed, panicked...- They were shocked.


Florence inhaled sharply as she herself had no time to panic right now, or so she thought. She rushed towards her own staff seat and buckled her cross belts, closing her eyes tightly as she grasps on the edge of the seat. Mumbling a desperate prayer under her breath as she felt her stomach leap whilst the plane moved down, leaning to the right side. Soon after she felt another explosion; this time it was the wing. Once she felt the wing explode, she burst into the tears that she was ever so desperately keeping back. She was hoping..- She couldn't take the fact that this is real. She knew it was, but she didn't want it to be real.



She thought she was about to die.



As the plane descended and descended suddenly it was all dark for her. A bump caused her head to hit the wall behind her, rather harshly which in result her sight began to darken before she found her self unconscious. That is the last thing she remembered, and the last thing she heard was the loud screeching noise mixed with desperate people shouting in agony and disbelief.



She gained her consciousness to the sudden warm burst of air as the engine blew up; the engine which sucked the man. She felt the plane shake beneath her, but that was brief. Very brief. She opened her eyes and felt as if her brain was slamming against the side of her skull, or at least it felt like so. Looked around, barely making where she is, yet.



She unbuckled the belt and almost instantly stood up, but she felt the blood rush up to her head and found her butt back on the chair. She shook her head before she stood up slower than the first attempt. Most seats were empty. Those which weren't either had severely wounded people or soulless bodies. Walking to the end of the isle, where the plane was 'cutl, so to say, she shaded her eyes with her arm as the sunshine beamed against her eye. But when her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she covered her mouth and nose with her uniform's top against the smoke.






"Somebody please help us!"






Looking to her right, she noticed a woman desperately attempting to pull her son out of his seat. He was wounded, severely. She was crying out loudly as she desperately attempted to unbuckle her son's belt, which was barely budging. He was out cold, if not dead.. It was hard to tell for sure, not yet would she be able to know. Florence rushed in attempt to aid them, but she alone couldn't. She barely has the strength right now. Hell, her head was pounding even harder. It wasn't getting any better. She had no idea how to help the woman get her child out. She was LOST; both literally and with her mind. She could not think of any possible way to help them, but she knew someone else might.


She parted her lips to desperately add another plea for aid to the many others around. "Somebody please help us!" She yelled, staying by the woman's side. "I.-... He'll be alright, ..-" She reassured the mother, but in truth.. Blood stopped pouring from the child's wound. He wasn't healed, but she knew that meant he had already lost a lot of blood to be breathing.



But that wasn't something to tell a grieving mother, a mother desperately trying to help her son. The wound of her child was caused when a bag with somewhat 'pointy edges' fell out of the overhead and against his side. It was only when the mother woke up to only realize her son besides her was was wounded and pained.
 
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Hours ago, Jack had almost been nodding off in his seat on the airplane, his headphones plugged in, Brooklyn beside him reading a book. Now, Brooklyn lay under a palm tree on a beach in the middle of nowhere while Jack rushes to help free other survivors. He just tried not to really think about it; life could end for him in a blink of an eye, as it did for countless people on the airplane. Strangers that he'd never be able to meet now, lay motionless in the sand, or still hanging from their seats. His stomach churned at the thought of it. He couldn't imagine if Brooklyn had been one of the unfortunate people. He would probably never forgive himself. It was his idea in the first place to move out of the small town they both had grown up in. It would have been his fault if she had died. Her blood would have been on his hands. But it wasn't. She was alive, with minor injuries. It was all he could ask for.





"Somebody please help us!" a voice rang out in the plane's midsection, awakening Jack from his thoughts. Snapping into motion, he hobbled towards the distressed voice of a woman, and looked at the scene before him. There he was, a little boy who was maybe only five years old, or younger, sitting in his seat, blood soaking the cushion. If it weren't for the blood and his awful wound that looked something like out of a horror movie, he would have looked like he was asleep peacefully. But the boy wasn't. He was either, God forbid, dead, or unconscious. Jack swallowed, and sucked in a sharp breath. He stood beside the flight attendant, who had been furiously trying to get the little boy free, and joined her. With a lot of effort, the boy was freed. The mother, who had been holding the little boy's hand the whole time, was sobbing, and crying out his name, urging him to wake up. Jack watched the mother, and looked at the boy. He wasn't breathing anymore.


The mother cradled the small little body of what used to be a boy, and rocked him back and forth, singing something quietly under her breath. He swallowed, his throat tight with emotion. How many other people had died today? How many were left? Did anyone even know they were stranded here? Millions of questions rushed through his mind as he walked out of the plane in search of other distressed passengers. All enabled bodies were now searching through the luggage frantically, and others lay on the sand. And for a moment, he just stood there, surrounded by chaos and grief. He looked around for a moment, spotted Brooklyn to make sure she was okay, and then continued to assist others. The loud cries of grieving women and girls fogged his mind as he walked. "Mommy!" a little voice cried, practically screaming. Jack turned around.



In front of him stood a toddler. In the toddler's little hands was a baby blue blanket with a elephant imprinted on it, smiling up at the child. Jack bent down to the little guy so they were at eye level. Tear stains trickled down the little boy's chubby, smooth cheeks as he looked up at the stranger with fearful eyes. Jack smiled, and extended his arms. The boy didn't hesitate. He ran right into Jack's arms, wrapping his little arms around his midsection, and Jack did the same. The two hugged, and the little boy sniffled, looking up at him.
"Where is mommy?" the boy asked, hiccuping mid-sentence. Jack smiled again, and stood back up. "I'm not sure. Want me to help look for her?" The boy nodded. He smiled, and extended his large, calloused hand to the toddler. The toddler took it, and wrapped his fingers around the large hand. Jack walked with the little boy, searching through the bodies and survivors.


"My name is Jack," he said, glancing down at the boy, still holding his sweaty, nervous hand. The boy looked up at him, his brown eyes staring back at him.
"I'm Nate," the boy said. Jack smiled, nodding. The two exchanged one last look, and continued searching. Nate let go of his hand, and took off to the right, towards a body lying in the sand. It was a woman, maybe in her mid-thirties, with dark brown hair, and lifeless chocolate eyes that matched Nate's. Nate was on his knees beside his mother, his little face pinched with confusion. "What is mommy looking at? Why won't she say anything?" Nate questioned, looking up at Jack for answers. Jack swallowed crouching beside Nate. "Your mommy is asleep, Nate. She hit her head hard, and now she's asleep," he said, wrapping an arm around the boy. "Will she wake up? Can you wake her up?" he asked in return, looking at his mother. Jack didn't answer.


Jack scooped up Nate, who was now crying loudly, and limped back to Brooklyn. Jack was nearly to tears himself. He just watched a little boy realize his own mother wouldn't ever wake up again to kiss him on the head, to tuck him in at night, or to tell him she loved him. Nate was curled against Jack's chest, his thumb in his mouth. Jack looked at Brooklyn as he neared the palm tree, and sat down with the little boy. Nate was tired; he could barely keep his eyes open. Jack wrapped both arms around the small, frail body as he sat down beside Brook, and rocked him back and forth. Soon enough, Nate was fast asleep, even with the noise of screams and grief filled cries. Brook stared at the boy, and then at Jack. She gave him a look, as if asking
Where are his parents?. He shook his head, not wanting to wake him up. Her eyes glazed over as she looked at Nate, tears sliding down her face. Then he heard more screaming.


He handed her the sleeping little guy, held up a finger to signal he'd be back, and headed towards the sound of commotion. What was going on? He limped to the scene, and blinked. Two men were fighting as one tried taking control over a pack of water bottles laying on the sand. A whole circle of people had gathered around the fight, but no one dared trying to intervene. Jack did, though. He walked in the middle of the two men calmly, a few inches taller than both men, and with all of his strength, held back one man as other people joined in, and held back the other. The man struggled against Jack, grunting and groaning as blood dripped down from his nose. "Cut it out," Jack hissed, shoving the man away from the scene.
"Don't you dare give me orders," the man pointed at him, and stormed off to God knows where. Jack sighed. Already pissed someone off. Great start.
 





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Approximately twelve hours ago...






"Mother, I told you..- I will retire when it is time."


"Flower," Flower was the name given to Florence by her mother, ever since she was young. Florence and her parents had a lovely green garden with flowers all about, both natural and planted. Florence would return to her mother after collecting a couple of colorful flowers and keep them together with a rubber band. She was very young then; after two or three days she returns to the flowers and cries in her mother's embrace as she finds the banquet with dead, colorless flowers; to which her mother told her that Florence would her everlasting flower. A flower that she needs, a flower which would never be colorless.



".., We barely see you anymore. You are always away, gone for one if not two days and only are around for one day. We are missing you, my dear." Florence offered no reply as she went quiet. Her mother was right. Mothers are always right, actually. She sighed and promised her self that she'd only spend a couple of more years before actually retiring. It was a tiring job, being a flights attendant. Only then did she realize that she should be thankful for not being a pilot. She wasn't accepted as one, as she had failed the tests. She was rather angered then, but only briefly.






One hour after take off...






Florence knelt besides a little boy, cute with red fluffy cheeks which she reached her gloved hand to pinch and speak with a baby-voice. "Oh look at chuuh adorable being!" She smiled towards him. "Would you love something to drink, honey? Water, hot or cold milk if not some orange juiiiceee!" The brown-eyed boy giggled playfully and exclaimed, "Mummy! Can I have peepsssiii?" Florence widened her eyes before chuckling. The boy was a menace. His mother answered, ruffling his hair.. "No. No pepsi, Nate." His mother said sternly before looking at the flight attendant. "He'll just have some orange juice please, thank you." Florence stood up and smiled, "Right away, as you wish ma'am." The flight attendant took the jug of orange juice and a small plastic cup which she poured into it. She put the jug down on the trolley and reached to pull out the table in order to place the cup of orange juice upon. "Here you go, darling. Anything for you ma'am?" The woman sighed and shook her head. "No." She said sternly, before adding to what she said, "No thank you." The mother seemed stressed, well, it had a reason behind it. This trip wasn't for entertainment, or pleasure but because she was going to a funeral. She had no one to leave her son with.




Meanwhile...





Florence couldn't bare the sight of watching the woman grief, it was a lot. It was moving her. She did not realize Nate when she walked past. The tears in her eyes which she rubbed as soon as she walked past blocked the view. Her eyes darted left and right before noticing a commotion in the distance, but she wanted no part of it. What she wanted to do right now, apart from sitting far within the forest and plug her ears to stop hearing the pleas for aid, the shouts, the cursing, the crying.. The agony its self. - Was -.. Well, she doesn't know anymore, actually.. She actually just wants /that/ to happen. But her heart wouldn't allow it, both out of fear and because she wouldn't be able to live with the fact that she avoided helping others on the beach in desperate moments such as this.



Phasing back from her brief moment of being phased out; she turned to actually approach the group of people, but she only got to hear one thing as soon as she joined the crowd. 'Don't you dare give me orders,' and the man pointed before darting off. She looked at the water supply before speaking.. "We should ration it..-" She said, but her voice was barely audible to which she didn't even bother saying anything further. She stood within the crowd before she realized people started breaking it, everyone in different directions so she thought she would do just the same, go find her own small peace haven.



When she looked around, she noticed that people spread around all-along the playa. Some of them in pairs, some were alone..- Some were sat by their gathered luggage which they either took as loot or it is their own. She sighed and went further up from the beach, under the shade of a tree. A tree which she decided to sit against, gnawing on her lower lip she hugged her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees, she suddenly burst into tears. Tears which she kept back from emerging with everything that's been happening. She tried to encourage herself to stay strong around the folk. She felt, as a flight attendant, she had a certain position to have some sort an important role with all of this happening; but she was only human. It shocked her as much as it had shocked others. It moved her as much as it did to others.



"God, please.." Everything she saw today..- People with missing limps, people kneeling besides soulless corpses, carrying them within their grasp desperately, others fighting, driven by shock..- Others attempting to coop by building their own small 'tents'. Tents or well, whatever they could create to sleep under. The rain had only just now stopped. She only just now realized that she was soaked with rainwater, her hair was damp and dripping..- She had been in a phase where adrenaline had kicked in; it distracted her from most things.



Her head was no longer pounding, so that is a plus. She brought her hands from her face to her hair and brushed through it, keeping it back from falling down. It was short, but she hated it when it fell down against her forehead. She turned to look to the left but as she moved her head to face the left, the back of her head brushed against the tree which in return the woman winced. "Ssst-Ah! Ouch..-" She brought her hand to the back of her head to press a spot, which in return she grimaced. It was the spot where she hit the head in the airplane before finding herself unconscious.



That made her come into realization about a certain matter; were there any doctors on this island? 'Island..' As if she already knew where they were. What if, just if, they were on a far side of a..- Country, just maybe? Anything to raise her own hopes. Surely aid would come sooner or later; the plane had a tracker, after all..- Or well, at least she hoped it wasn't cut off or anything. The pilots didn't tell her..- Wait, where are the pilots? The cock pit was seen by some of the survivors separating from the plane into the heart of the island, in the middle of the woods.



But right now, Florence actually found herself dozing off. Her eyes became heavier and heavier before she found herself looking at nothing but darkness. She now is in light slumber with her back against the tree. Perhaps it was result for being soaked with the rain, the rush of adrenaline, constant moving about. After all of that, when she sat against the tree and the sun was finally revealed as the pregnant dark clouds escaped the sky. Only then when the breeze hit against her she felt her mind go numb and begin feeling sleepy.






Years ago...






"Remember; the first thing you do in case of an emergency is find the cockpit. The pilots, should they be alive would reach for the blackbox..-" The man's words as he spoke faded to the background as the woman next to her began speaking to Florence. "Imagine crashing into an unknown place..- Somewhere where someone could never find you. There's myth regarding that, y'know? People spoke of a plane that supposedly disappeared but later on they found it under water. It was some sort of a mass grave, everyone was dead." Florence just gulped and looked forward. This was the last session before she actually got on a plane, as a flight attendant.
 
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The rain had finally stopped pouring down on the survivors. Little Nate didn't seem to mind the rain, even in his sleep. Brook, however, hated the rain. She hated the feeling of her hair being wet, clinging onto her skin. It was funny; Jack, on the contrary, loved the rain. In many ways, even in small issues, the twins were so unlike each other that some thought they weren't siblings. It didn't really help that they looked nothing like each other. Brooklyn had a more childish look to her, a sweet innocence to her that no one could quite place. Not even her brother. Jack, on the other hand, was more serious, quiet, and mysterious. He sometimes had a dark look in his eyes, as if he had stopped believing in anything a long time ago. Brooklyn had tried helping him, but he pushed her away if she pushed him too hard. He didn't let anyone help him anymore, as much as it hurt Brook.


Brooklyn was almost asleep herself, Nate in her arms. He was curled up, nothing more than a ball, with his head sticking out, his eyes closed. He was too adorable, she thought. Too cute to have to deal with the death of a parent. What had happened? Did Jack see something? Was that why he had a dark, sad look in his eyes when he looked down at the little boy? Brooklyn gently stoked the boy's brown hair, causing him to stir for a moment, only to remain asleep. She sighed, kissing the top of his little head. "You'll be alright," she whispered. She was convincing herself more than she was convincing the sleeping Nate. "We'll take care of you, for now. Until we get out of here, okay?" In his sleep, the boy smiled ever so slightly, the dimples in his chubby cheeks making their appearance. She smiled, and continued to stroke his messy, chocolate brown hair as he slept. She looked up, and scanned the crowd for signs of Jack. Where did he go?



"We should ration it─.." he heard somewhere in the crowd, lost as people started arguing and bickering. Some said the women and children should each take some. Others said it should be every man for himself. And few said they should combine resources and ration it fairly to everyone. Jack said nothing as he weaved through the crowd, making sure no one else would fight, and left the scene. It wasn't for him to say what to do with the bottles; who was he to, anyway? He wasn't a leader. He was just another guy trying to help and keep the tension at bay. In a lot of ways, he was a peacemaker. Even at home, whenever Brook and mother fought, he was the one to bring them together and intervene. It was so natural for him to get in between a fight that he never really thought much of it anymore. Jack walked away from the dispersing crowd, the bottles now gone. Great. Who took the bottles?



The survivors were unusually quiet after fifteen minutes had passed since the fight. The one guy had, most likely, a broken nose, but nothing too serious. He would have one hell of a black eye, though. Jack had gotten into fights in high school. Not frequently, but enough to carry evidence of the fights on his bodies; scars, mostly, and a bent nose from the fight in senior year. He had grown protective of Brooklyn, since no one else stood up for her, and when one of the guys at the cafeteria called her a 'slut' or a 'bitch', he lost it when she started crying. He would beat the crap out of the jerks, though he'd have his share, too. Brooklyn hated him for fighting. But he told her the same thing he always said to her after a fight: "I only fight when necessary to keep the peace." It was true. He only fought when he needed to. He used different tactics and plans in order to keep peace; and sometimes, he needed to give out a beating to a guy to keep the peace. But not today.



Jack watched the skies as the clouds departed, revealing the sunlight it had been hiding. He looked around for some more time, before he headed back to Brook and Nate. Everyone by now was either dead, or sitting some place on the beach. No one dared staying near the plane. Some had neat towels laid out, and others sat simply under palm trees. Some were asleep, and others were scanning the skies in hope they'd see a rescue plane, or some sign that they would be found. Jack sat down beside Brooklyn, who had fallen asleep with Nate. Jack stayed awake; he always did. He hated sleeping. Ever since he was a kid, he'd have night terrors. Brooklyn had them, too, sometimes. But they weren't ever as bad as his. He tried pills, and different medication, but nothing ever worked. So, he stopped trying to sleep. He could run on three hours of sleep a day, if it was really bad. Brooklyn didn't know about this, of course. She didn't need to. He didn't want to worry her.



Nate's little arm twitched as he peacefully slept in Brooklyn's slender arms. Jack smiled lightly, and leaned against the palm tree, listening to the ocean waves rush in. It would be dark soon. What would they do if no one came to rescue them? What if they would never get out of here alive? He shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking like that; he had to get Brook and Nate out of here. Alive. There had to be a town nearby... or some form of civilization. Right? Someone had to know they were gone. Was anyone searching for them right now? Did anyone even care? Uncertain thoughts ran across his mind, and he sighed. He thought too much, as Brook told him once. And, of course, she was right. She was always right. Jack ran a hand through his hair, a habit he developed in the eighth grade. He felt his eyes slowly close, and soon enough, he was drifting off into a new world of dreams, filled with fear and terrors...
 











Everyone.. is dead. Florence opened her eyes as she is sat against the palm tree to only notice everyone in front of her was dead. It was clear..- They.. all are dead. Looking left and right; she was alone. Her heart raced as she walked.. Everyone died where she last had seen them before closing her eyes to sleep. On the towels, under the trees.. They are all dead. Florence; shocked turned about and ran into the the forest. She ran, ran into the forest. Deep within the forest she tripped against a tree root. Thick and proud root. The Island was rich with green. Proud in its nature. She fell against a small pool of mud. It splattered. She stood up as she was now covered in nothing but mud. It made her seem filthy.


However when she stood up she almost instantly looked behind her, a loud scream emitted from where she ran from. But just as she was about to head back; she heard someone behind her. She heard someone press their foot on some leaves which 'cracked'. She inhaled sharply..- But now she felt something behind her. A certain heat; killing the usual humid atmosphere.





She widened her eyes as if she was looking at something..- But she couldn't actually see. She knew it was something but..- It was.. looking right into her eyes. Yet it had none. She took a step back before stumbling back on her bum, palming the ground she screamed for help. The 'thing roared' before-.. Florence actually woke up with a gasp! She widened her eyes to only realize it was a dream.
Merely a dream. Everyone in front of her was rather alive..- The plane was no longer on fire. The sky was dark. People now actually are showing some kind of cooperation. Fires spread throughout the playa; people were gathered around them fearing the rather dark forest or whatever it has. Wild animals, snakes..- Whatever you could expect on a tropical island. Certainly not polar bears(?) - Florence; standing up decided to take a walk after that odd nightmare. She wanted to keep her mind out of it. She was rather away from others; she walked up to one of the fires. The one that the least sat around it. She joined them.



With her joining in; there were four others. A bald man, late thirties or so. He was gazing at the fire whilst having his arms around a younger female. A teenager. Judging by the matching hair color; it was his daughter. Looking to her left she saw a woman. One that she, Vivian herself recognizes. But it was not a proper time for chit-chat.. Because on the plane she noticed her speaking to her newly wed husband. They were going on a honey moon, or so she remembered. Sadly; Florence is unable to see the man with her anymore. Perhaps he was one of the victims?



The last person was teenager. The said teenager had earphones on whilst her hand held her Mp3 player. Battery-powered, should last long enough until 'rescue' is here. The teenager had raven-black hair, no more then Eighteen no less than Fifteen. The teenager's eyes were locked on the fire in the middle. No one phased when Florence had joined them. Everyone was with their own thoughts. Waiting for rescue. Should rescue even be here.



Within the distance of the playa; one of the four 'fire-circles'. Or well, a fire with people sat around it had one person playing a guitar. A rather soothing tone. It could be heard from the distance, should one focus their ears away from the sizzling fire. Florence's skin glistened as she looked at the fire in front of her. She felt her body warm. Despite the island being hot and humid at day time, it was cold and chilly at night. "Maybe the fire would attract someone.. A plane.. something.." The man's daughter said. He merely stroked her hair, caressed it as she was leaning onto him.



The night would pass; some would sleep others force themselves awake in hopes of a plane passing. Florence did indeed fall asleep by the fire, with no blanket nor pillow. It wasn't a comfortable sleep. But she was keeping her self awake, or well, she tried to. In fear of getting that odd nightmare, or anything similar. But she dozed off by the fire as the quiet night passed. Nothing major had happened during the night. Florence knew that when she awoke. She awoke just as the sun began rising up the sky. Only now killing the morning breeze with its heat. A wonderful view; if only this was a vacation.



There was one thing thats changed overnight; the plane mid-section was moved somewhat.. Down the water. A result of the roaring waves on the previous day. Another thing was that the bodies were gathered to the near middle. Around Twenty Six bodies in general; at least the ones that they could manage to gather. People from all races and nationalities. Children, women, men. They all were victims to the plane crash. Two people did that; Florence guessed when she saw them dragging one final body to add. They were laid down next to each other. Body by body.



Florence.. decided to approach. She every step closer just made her feel a heavier burden. She did not have any particular reason to approach the dead. Now when she was in view; she noticed a lot of them. She served most of them in the flight. She served people with two flight attendants that she recognizes. She couldn't help but tear, but not burst into cry. Looking at the people not long ago were alive and full with soul. That one woman, for example. Florence had sold her one of the Duty Free items you could buy on the airplane. Florence helped her process how to purchase it. Detail by detail Florence was patient with the woman, actually she liked her company. Hell; they even decided to meet in Phuket since Florence would have had two days to stay there before she had her next plane back to Sydney. Sadly that isn't going to happen.. Not meeting the woman nor returning to Sydney, Australia.






The teenager; Xylina.


Four hours before her flight.







Xylina was using the airport's telephone. She had it against her ear when she spoke. It was obvious she was trying to get an idea across; one could judge by the movement of her free hand. She was speaking in a thick Russian accent. "Listen! I can't..- No! I have it. I passed through inspection easily; they didn't take it as anythin..- What do you mean?! No no..- My transit is from Phuket. I should be..- YOU ZALUPA LISTEN TO ME! I am going to get it to Russia. I have already got half of the pay-.. No! I wasn..- Ugh!" Xylina slams the phone shut and lets out a long, drawn-out sigh as her hands wipe down against her face. She was exhausted.





Just after the crash..






The screaming.. the call for help.. Xylina did not care for that; all she cared right now was for her well-being. Xy somehow found herself on the beach, instead of strapped to a chair. She woke up on the sand, dragged away from all the fuss. Next to her were others; wounded or unconscious. Despite the fact that she saw herself in an unfamiliar place, in an unfamiliar atmosphere.. She only cared for something. "My backpack!" Exclaiming, the girl jumped onto her feet and rushed to the airplane. Now within the midsection of the airplane she rushed down the isle. She passed by a flight attendant whom had just woken up and eventually reached her seat. Standing tip-toed, she opened the baggage overhead and her eyes widened in relief as she saw her own, blue backpack. Pulling it and putting it on as she walked down the isle she shaded her self as she felt a sudden burst of warm air. She nearly staggered and stumbled back as the entire midsection shook and vibrated. The engine exploded.


"Shit, shit shit shit!" She feared that somehow this plane was going to explode, or well, the medsection part at least. With that; she quickly rushed forward and outside the plane, though tripping against a body which caused her to trip forward. "Owwh..-" She stood on her knees and then on her feet. Brushing herself; she moved away from all the noise. All the screams.. All of the things that were happening. She wanted silence. Never was Xylina a fan of loud noise.



She tried to convince herself that this was just..- Something that which would last for only a brief while. She hoped. She walked rather far away down the playa. Sat alone and with her bag in her lap. The bag on which she opened to take out an MP3 player. Putting on the headphones she turned it on. She felt as if the music was pulling her into a different universe, a different world where this had never happened. Somewhere quiet, relaxing.






She felt at home.






 
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Jack startled awake, gasping for a needed breath. His heart hammered inside his aching chest, and his head pounded, sending shivers down his spine. He was still sat up against the palm tree, though now he was shoulder to shoulder with Brooklyn. She was still fast asleep, and in her arms was.. nothing. She wasn't holding Nate any longer. A jolt of panic made his heart skip a beat ─ where was Nate? Was he alright? How far had he gotten? He couldn't have gotten too far, with those little legs on him. Jack, shaking, stood up, stirring Brooklyn for a moment. She didn't wake, which was for the best. Jack didn't want to panic her any more than she was. She was probably in shock, just like the rest of everyone. He hobbled over the plane, and searched frantically for the little guy. He didn't know why, but he had an urge to be responsible over little Nate. Jack was all the little guy had right now. And he was supposed to make sure he was okay, and make sure he was safe. And he failed and fell asleep instead. He sighed.


He searched every place he could think of. He asked people around if they had seen a little brown haired toddler, but everyone shook their heads sadly. Jack ran his hands through his hair, and paced back and forth for a good five minutes. He had to find him. He had to. The little boy was somewhere, lost and alone, and probably scared. Hell, Jack was scared himself. He was scared for himself, for Brook, and for little Nate. He was scared for his mother; would she ever see them again? What was she doing right now? He sucked in a sharp breath, and then in his peripheral vision, he saw him. Little Nate was sitting by a palm tree, next to a flight attendant. The morning sky was bright, and it hurt his head. Nathan was asleep again, his small head leaning against the flight attendant. Jack limped his way to Nate, and glancing at the flight attendant with an apologetic look. "Been looking for him all over the place," Jack whispered with a half smile, relief washing through him. Nate was safe. Brook was safe. They were all safe. For now.



Jack scooped up Nate into his arms, and carried the boy back to Brooklyn, who was now awake and alert, and quite frankly, looked terrified. As if she had woken up with both Nate and Jack gone, and not sure what to make of it. Jack felt guilt kick in; he shouldn't have left so early and not tell Brook. She looked pale with fear, but as her eyes made contact with Jack, a little color came back to her face. Confusion flashed through her eyes as she say him holding the little boy, but she said nothing as Jack sat down, his legs crossed and allowed Nate to put his head in his lap. Brooklyn leaned against Jack's shoulder, and they stayed like that for a few hours. None of the survivors moved from where they were, and some went out into the water to cool off. No one knew what to do next. Everyone was waiting for a rescue. Where were they? He would have thought they would have been here by now, and they could move on with their lives.



But no one came. Brooklyn knew, somehow, that they would be here a while. With Jack, Nate, and the other remaining survivors that consisted of flight attendants, teenagers, a few elderly people, and even fewer kids and younger adults. It seemed hopeless, she realized, as she looked on at the plane, and the survivors that were scattered throughout the sand. Jack had fallen asleep again, leaving Brooklyn and Nate awake now. Jack was always tired. He never really slept much, and when he did, he didn't sleep long. She knew this, and he didn't know that she knew. It upset her, of course, but she never pushed him about it; he would just withdraw himself, and he would refuse to talk about it. He was stubborn. And she knew when not to talk about certain issues with him. There was certain lines to not cross with Jack that she knew of. He was complicated, but simple at the same time. He confused her, but she still loved him because he was the only brother she got.



"Is my mommy still asleep?" Nate asked out of the blue, looking up at Brooklyn with big, wide brown eyes. She saw something in them that broke her heart; sadness. It was something she saw in Jack's eyes, too. Even as a kid, she noticed it. But seeing it in a little boy who she didn't know well, it broke her heart and made her ache for the little boy. She wanted to comfort him. Tell him everything would be alright, and she'd take care of him. But she didn't want to go around making false promises that she couldn't keep; who was she to say everything would be fine? "Yes, she is. But she's in a better place right now, Nate," Brook responded, her voice soft and sad. Nate's eyes looked into hers, and a spark came to life. He understood, somehow. He understood he wouldn't see his mommy anymore. Tears pooled in his little eyes, and he wrapped his thin arms around her. She felt her own eyes tear up, and she held him, too. And they held onto each other, and just cried until they could cry no more.
 

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