To All

The plane crashed with a large crash and bang. Looking around, you could see the two pilots and teachers were both bleeding and dead. You are alone but for your fellow students scattered throughout the plane and outside the plane because they had been thrown from it, though not too far away. And so your journey begins.

[Note: Read over the bios again, even your own, as I had to edit them, take away a lot of skills as people had way too many. I want this to be realistic and fun. If you all can do everything, what fun is it going to be? Thanks. Also, my character is not apart of the students but you will meet her, just not right away.]

Paris Mckee

Paris groaned loudly has his eyes fluttered opened. He quickly shut them again as sunlight beat down on him. He coughed a little, pain shooting every part of his body. He could hear a bit of groaning from all around him and he was afriad to look to see what all had happened around him. He flexed his hands first, wanting to make sure he hadn't broken anything valuble to his football career. He slowly let his eyes flutter open again, sheilding them with his hand. He looked down at his torso and legs to see that he was till straped fimrly into his plane seat. He reached down and wiggled with the seat belt a little before it finally came unclasped. He groaned as he rolled out of the chair, his back aching something awful. He could taste a coppery liquid in his mouth and he knew almost instantly that his lip was busted. He rolled over again and spit on the dirt in the ground, blood filled his spit and he groaned once more. He finally sat up, his ribs aching even more as he did so.

"Hello?" he called out as loud as he could manage without hurting his mouth. He figured there had to be someone alive somewhere, he could hear groaning after all.

Jack

"Huh?!" He screamed as he jumped awake. "Is it Christmas? What happened?"

He saw Paris who had been calling, which woke him up. He grabbed at his seatbelt, which wouldn't unlock.

"Son of a. . " He jerked it harder.

He slid down in his seat so he could access his pocket. He reached in and pulled out his Victorinox SwissChamp Army Knife. The pain was terrible in his hips and stomach. He opened the blade and cut the strap. Then closed the knife and put it away.

"Ouch!" He pulled down the waistband of his jeans looking at the bruise. "Who is that? Paris?"

Jack moved away from his seat checking out the others. He noticed the teachers covered in blood.

"Oh, God!"

Paris


"Over here, Jack!" Paris called out, getting himself to his feet. He immediatly regretted it when he saw the teachers' bodies covered in blood. They were all unmoving and he wanted to gag, but he shoved it down and wondered over towards Jack, stepping over debris here and there.

Sadie Chase
Sadie could hear voices in the distance, two male voices, she just couldn't place who exactly it was. What the hell had happened? All she could remember was reading a book as she sat in her seat on the plane, and then the steady decline of the plane. 'Oh my god.' She thought to herself. 'We crashed.' She was afraid to open her eyes. She was afraid of what she'd see.

She could still hear the voices, meaning the others had to be ok. Sadie could feel something warm running down the side of her face. As she brought her hand up to her face she opened her eyes. Her hand touched whatever it was running down her face. Pulling her hand back she looked at it. Blood. Sadie looked beyond her hand, she could see the teachers and the pilot. They weren't moving, and there was blood. It looked like they were...dead.

Sadie lowered her hand and tugged at her seat belt. It was jammed... or was she just not trying hard enough. She tried to yell for help, but nothing came out of her mouth. Her voice was gone, probably because of her fear. She took a few deep breaths and struggled with her her seatbelt. It finally came loose. Sadie quickly jumped up, which she soon regreted, as she swayed slightly.

Steading herself Sadie started walking forward, making her way to the teachers and pilots. She had to make sure, just because they looked dead didn't mean they were dead, did it? Looking up Sadie saw Paris making his way to Jack. At least she knew so far two people were alright. Falling to her knees by one of the teachers, she felt for a pulse...but there wasn't one.

Drake Valiente

Drake woke up moments later outside the plane. His head was throbbing and he tentatively reached up a hand and touched the side of it, bringning it back down instantly as he felt something wet and sticky. He looked at his hand to see it was red with blood.

"Oh . . . God, what happened?" he moaned, rolling over onto his back and regretting it when the sunlight nearly blinded him.

His hand shot back up to his head to cover his eyes as he worked his way up to his elbow and glanced around. The plane was smoking . . . the plane!

It came back to him now, he had been standing, going back to the bathroom when . . . .

"We crashed . . . ," he murmured, suddenly thinking about his mother. He sat up slowly and shook his head, but stopped almost as soon as he started for the pain it brought.

Once again he looked around, he thought he saw movement somewhere, but then he started to feel dizzy again and he laid back down and closed his eyes before he passed out.

"I'll just . . . rest here for a minute . . . or 10 . . . ," he told himself aloud, Then I'll go and see what's going on.

Anastazia "Tazy" Aryo

Pain pulsed through her right ankle. The pain was so severe, Tazy felt like crying.

What happened?

Opening her eyes, Anastazia Aryo found herself on her right side, her right ankle pinned what looked like the drink cart. She had been thrown from the plane because she hadn't been wearing her seat belt, she was thrown from the plane, and landed in the sand twenty feet away. The cart had followed her. She looked around, observing the wreckage of their plane around her. They had crashed?

Oh my gosh...

Using her other leg, Tazy kicked the drink cart off of her ankle. It seemed alright, but she'd just wait in the sand until the pain subsided... After a few minutes, it did, and Tazy pulled herself to her feet, difficultly hobbling to the fuselage.

"Anyone alive in here?" She called desperately.

Jack

"Anastazia?" Jack cried out. He turned to look for her. He spotted her looking into the wreckage. He moved to her.

"Tazy, are you okay?" He asked concerned about her. "What about the rest of you? Are you all okay?" He looked to each of them and back to Tazy.

Sadie Chase

Sadie felt her breath catch in her throat. None of them had a pulse. Not the teachers. Not the pilots. They were dead. Not good. Not good at all. She could feel tears stinging at her eyes. Sadie forced herself to get up and move. Where were they? What happened? Why were they here? She should have listened to her parents. They had wanted her to stay home, but she had begged them to let her go. When they'd caved in, Sadie had been ecstatic. Now she wished she had just stuck with her parents first answer, no.

Sadie wiped at the tears that had escaped her eyes. They were going to be ok. They were going to be resecued in no time. Weren't they? Sadie pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind at the voices she heard. Anastazia and Jack. Or at least that's who she thought it was.

"I'm okay." Sadie answered Jack's question. Whispering to herself she added, "At least I think I am."

Heading towards them, something caught her eye. Sadie stopped walking and turned to see a figure lying there. Was that... Drake? Sadie hurried over to him, he had a cut on his head, and he didn't look to good. She felt for a pulse, and was relieved when she felt one. Biting her lip Sadie tried to think of something to do. What had years of watching tv taught her? If someone's got a wound to the head, and is unconcious it might be a good idea to wake them up.

Sadie shook Drake light, "Come on Drake, you gotta wake up."

Paris

"What are you doing?" Paris asked Sadie as he dropped down beside her and Drake. Drake didn't look so good. He had a cut on his head and he looked to be unconcious. Paris looked around and scrambled to his feet, running over to piece of cloth that sat on the ground. He grabbed and ran back to Drake and Sadie and pressed it against Drakes head.

Were they ever going to get out of this mess?

Drake

"Stop the shaking!" he moaned as Paris pushed the cloth against his bleeding head. He groaned again as he tried once more to sit up, slowly.

God, I hope I don't have a concussion . . . , he thought as he opened his eyes slightly. Why did the sun seem so bright? How long had he ben unconcious?

"Is everyone . . . everyone alive?" he asked after a moment of sitting there and not feeling dizzy anymore. Once again the thought of his mother popped into his head, but he pushed it away, that was a car crash . . . this was a plane.

Sadie

Sadie glanced between Paris and Drake. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Sadie replied, "The teaches and the pilots... they're... um... they're dead. I've only heard a few of the others. But I'm sure everyone else is okay." At least that's what Sadie wanted to believe. She didn't know if she could handle knowing any of the others were dead.

Sadie rubbed her right arm, a nervous habit. She flinched as her hand touched her shoulder. Looking down she saw a large black, blue, and purple bruise there. Sadie shook her head and looked back at Paris and Drake, "You guys ok?"

Drake

"I think I'm alright . . . ," he replied as he sat for a moment, then took the cloth from Paris and held it against his head on his own.

Standing carefully, he stood still for a moment to make sure he wouldn't become dizzy again. When nothing happened, he gave a small sigh of relief and looked around, "God . . . what happened? . . . What made the plane go down?" he asked, more to himself than anyone in particular.

Tazy Aryo

"I'm alright, 'cept my ankle's messed up." Tazy began, but then she saw the bloody bodies of those that were dead, and her breath caught in her chest. Bile rose in her throat, and she ducked out of the fuselage to throw up. The sight of their bodies was almost too horrible to think about. Trying not to freak out and trying not to throw up again, Tazy looked back inside. Jack was closest to her, and she ignored the sight of the corpses.

"How about yourself, Jack, you alright?"

Biting her lip, Tazy looked through the inside of the plane, trying to see anyone other than Sadie in there. There were a few others.

"Should we get away from the plane? What if there's a gas leak or..Or something?"

Ace

Ace was moaning but no one could here him. He was half way up a tree and didn't know if he had the strength to climb down. The first thing ace saw when he was up in the tree was his trobing arm . He could see that a branch cut it pretty deep and he couldn't stop the bleeding with out help. He started climbing down the tree when he saw a spider. If there was one thing in this world that scared Ace the most it was his fear of spiders. He let go of the scrawny branch he was holding on to and fell to the ground. He hit his back pretty hard. He knocked the air out of him. He remebered this feeling since he did it once before. He sat there trying to regain air into his lungs.

Drake

As he was looking around, movement caught his eye and he turned in time to see Ace fall on his back from a tree. He hurried over to see if he was ok.

As he bent over Ace, still pressing the cloth against his head, he muttered, "Ace . . . are you alright?"

Jack

"I'm fine," he said to Tazy. He noticed her looking in, then what she said. It made sense to him.

"I think you maybe right." He turned to the others. "Guys, we may need to get away from the plane, just in case something happens. You know, if it were to explode or something."

He moved out to help the others if need be.

"Do you need help to move, Tazy?"

Ace

Ace took comfort in the fact that some one came and helped him. He still couldn't breath. "Where?" was the only word that ace could squeeze out with all the air he had. "Where are we?" Ace got up sat up clentching his arm. He soon found out that it hurt more than it did before.

Tazy Aryo

"I can hobble pretty..hobbley, but I think I can manage. Thanks Jack." She looked around at everything else, dread beginning to fill her. This was bad, very very bad.

"Maybe we should try and get any luggage we can out, anbd the first aid kit, though." She suggested to Jack. "That might help until rescue gets here."

If rescue get's here. Just where the heck are we?!

Jack

Jack looked around.

"All right, everyone able, start searching for anything we could use. Food, clothes, water, and other stuff. A first aid kit would be nice. If we can't find one, find a sewing kit, we might be able to use it to patch some folk up." Though that would be a little harsh, but it would heal them up quickly.

He began his search through the overhead luggage compartments.

Tazy Aryo

"My suitcase had a sewing kit in it! I always take it when I travel...Ok nevermind, that isn't relevant, but there is a sewing kit in there." Tazy was about to step in and aid him in his search when she remembered the bodies inside. She wouldn't be much help spewing puke everywhere.

"It's the one with the bright green bandana tied on it." She called to Jack. "I'm gonna look around out here a little..." And with that, Tazy hobbled to where a wing had torn off, and several contents littered the ground.

Jack

Jack moved through the luggages quickly, searching for one in particular. Then he spotted it near the seat he remember Tazy was sitting in. He pulled it from it's container and set it down. Then he carried it on out to her.

"Here it is, you're sewing kit should be inside. Since, you're good with this, I suppose you could patch people up, too, if we dont' find a first aid kit."

Paris

Paris wondered inside the plane like Jack had suggested, his feet trying to avoid stepping on any of the bodies inside. He didn't know how he managed not to throw up but some how it worked. He smirked to himself when he reached the back of the plane where the flight attendants had been. He rummaged through the cabinets grabbing some alcohal and water and anything else he could find.

"I found some alcohal. It should help with the wounds." he yelled to Jack and Tazy as he made his way to the front of the plane again.

Jack

"Good," he told Paris. "We can sterilize the needles and wounds if we have to. Has anyone found a med kit? I can't. . . Someone check the cockpit. Someone check the stewardess area for food and water. Anything, really."

He was stuck with a compartment that wouldn't open. He pulled out his knife and opened the reamer tool and began to work on the lock. He hadn't done this before, but he figured he'd seen enough MacGyver episodes to help him out. He finally worked with it enough to pop the compartment open. He grabbed the bags inside.

"Finally, my bags." He tossed them outside, and continued his search.

((OOC: Hey! My first post for Paddy is on St. Paddy's Day!))

Patrick

Before he even opened his eyes Patrick knew that he was hurt. He couldn't guess how badly, or where, but he knew that he had to be hurt. It wasn't that he couldn't feel it...he could...but he was so dizzy and the pain was so much that he felt numb all over. But he knew, once he sat up, that it'd hurt. How could it not?

He tried to remember what had happened, but he'd lost consciousness before the plane crashed. Well...at least he knew that much.

He tenderly sat up and looked around, though as soon as he did he wished he hadn't. There was a sall lake in front of him, but there was something that make it revolting.
Bodies.
Bodies of people who were on the plane. People that he knew.

"Oh God..." he said quietly, horrified. "Oh God no..."

He tried to rise to his feet, but winced as a sharp pain rushed through his leg. It didn't seem broken, but it was certainly sprained. His arms, thankfully, were only cut and bruised. He wiped some blood from his forehead before grabbing hold of a tree trunk and painfully pulling himself to his feet.
He started to hobble away from the sight that would no doubt live on in his nightmares for the rest of his...well...however long he still had out here. Suddenly, a thought struck him. Was he the only survivor?!

"Hello?!" he called out loudly, but gruffly. "Hello? Is anyone out there?!"

Please...don't let me be alone out here... he thought.

Sadie

Sadie followed the others lead, and went in search of a first aid kit. As she looked through the debris, Sadie realized something. Her mother had given her a small box to put in her bag before she left. Of course Sadie hadn't asked what it was, but she had a feeling she knew now. Her mother was a worry wort, she was always prepared for everything. It had to of been a small first aid kit that her mother had given to her.

She pushed through more debris, searching franticly for her bag. Sadie was beginning on giving up hope on finding it, when she saw something wedged under a crushed seat. Getting closer to it Sadie smiled, it was her bag. Now all she had to do was get her bag out from under the crushed seat. Sadie tugged at it, and after a few seconds heard a ripping sound. She looked down at her bag, it was free, but she'd torn it open. It didn't really matter to her though. Sadie picked up her bag, and carried it a little ways from the reckage.

Sadie dropped the bag on the ground, dropping to her knees beside it. She went through it, looking for the small box her mother had given her. When she finally found it, she heard another voice, but she couldn't place who it belong to. She dropped the box back ontop of her things, and stood up. Sadie looked for the source of the voice.

"Over here!" Sadie yelled in response to the voice she heard.

Drake

He hadn't thought about that, "I . . . ah . . . I'm not really sure . . . . I don't think any of us are," he glanced around quickly, then reached out the hand that wasn't holding the cloth against his head to help Ace up, "Want some help?"

This was all so new to Ace. Not the crashing part but the part where people actually care about him. He was friendless at school besides some people who would say hello onc and a while. "Yeah.... thanks." Now that ace knew he could stand he started walking around to find people and also if there was anything he could do.

He heard someone screaming and walked closer to patrick, someone he never thought he would help, on the floor near a lake. The lake was full of bloody water and as soon as ace saw that he hit the floor. A couple seconds later he woke up, he had passed out from all this disater.

Jack

Jack looked around as he stared down at the bags he had gotten.

"All right," he said. "Here are some clothes, a good change, maybe. If not, we could tear them up, bandage some wounds. We still may need to search for food and water in the plane. If there is none, maybe we should start searching this place. I also think we need some kind of shelter, something other than this plane. Maybe a cave, or if we have to, make something to shelter us. This plane is too exposed to the weather, so if it rains. . ."

His mind moved to his days of hunting.

"We need to see if there is an emergency kit too. Flares, flashlights, matches, anything. Don't need to be left blind at nightfall."

Tazy Aryo

"Thanks." Tazy breathed, taking her bag from Jack. "Thanks so much, I'll do my best. Um...I drink cart was on my ankle, and from the feel of it, it was full." She jerked her head towards the drink cart before leaving Jack.

Her sewing activities taken during church activities and Girl Scouts hadn't exactly prepared her for something like this, but how hard could it be? After hobbling a good twenty feet from the plane, Tazy threw her bag on the ground and kneeled down. After unzipping her bag, she rummaged through the contents: Clothes, CD's, CD player, camera...Finally, she found the little plastic sewing kit she brought. She snatched it out of the suticase, flopped the lid of the suitcase down, and struggled to her feet.

She wasn't sure how to go about sewing people up. Should she form a queu or something? Tazy decided to just start asking around. The third person she came to was Drake.

"Um...I'm the sewer upper person do...You need stitches?" She asked warily.

Drake

Drake winced visibly as he looked at the needle, he was fine using one on something else, but on himself . . . , "Ah . . . my head, it might use a couple . . . the bleeding won't stop."

He pulled the cloth from its place on his head, it was drenched with blood already and would be of no further use. He threw it on the ground and put his hand back up to the cut on his head.

Jack

Jack decided to go looking through the cockpit or anything that might be useful. He found a small box in the back cabinet of the cabin. He opened it to see a flare gun. He picked it up and bridged it so that it opened at the swivel in the biddle.

"One flare?" He asked himself.

He closed up the flaregun and continued his search. He passed up looking at the mangled pilots as he searched. He found nothing else of use and moved on to the rear cabin, to find food and other eccential items.

Patrick

"Over here!" he heard. A warm rush of relief flooded through him. At least he wasn't alone. Following that, another burst of fear. Maybe they were the only two left? Who was that anyway?

He gritted his teeth, the pain from his leg causing considerable discomfort. "Hang on!" he called back to the voice. "I'm heading over!"

At that moment, Ace came walking out of the woods. Patrick stared in disbelief at him, knowing that it wasn't him who had called out. He didn't really know Ace very well. They were from two very different social circles. But, all the same, he felt relieved to see a familiar face, no matter how little he knew him.

When Ace fainted, Patrick gasped. "Oh no...no no get up! Get up Ace!" He tried to kneel down, but his leg prevented him from crouching very low. Once he saw Ace's eyes fluttering open, he stood up again.
"I need some help over here!" he cried out. "Please!"

Jack

Jack was searching for any food that could be found. He had found some muffins, cereal, fruits, and bagels. Then he found the usual snack on a plane.

"Peanuts," he mumbled himself.

He moved back out to the passenger cabin and emptied out someone's luggage. He went back and filled it with all the food that they had. Then he moved out to the others, throwing down the bag in front of the others.

"This was all I could find. It's not much, so we'll need to ration it. If it comes down to it, we'll need to search for more food." He looked to Tazy.

"How are things coming?" He asked her.

Sadie

Sadie heard the same voice call out again. Following it, she spotted two figures. Patrick and Ace, or at least that's who it looked like. Sadie could say she knew everyone. Ok, so she knew their names and what they looked like, but that was all. She was one of those people that others just said 'hi'and 'how are you' to in the hallways. That was probably because Sadie was determined to make her parents happy, and always had her head in her books.

As Sadie got closer she could see Patrick standing, and Ace lying at his feet. Biting her lip she looked at Patrick, "How can I help?"

Tazy

"Ok, maybe stitches'll make it stop." Tazy opened her sewing kit and took out a needle, black thread, and a pair of scissors. After cutting the thread, looping it through the needle eye, and tying it, she kneeled next to Drake.

"I have some Tylenol, but I don't think it'd make this any less painful, so I'll just try and make this as quick as possible." She gently removed his hand from the cut, and took a napkin out of her pocket. She wiped the area and the cut before beginning to stitch it up, making little X patterns. When she was done, Tazy tied it, and cut the thread.

"How was that?"

Before she received an answer, Jack emerged from the plane. "Pretty good, I think." She said, looking from him to Drake. "We could probably find coconuts or something here, if rescue doesn't come right away..." she mumbled, mostly to herself.

Ace

Ace saw that Patrick had the help he had so he got up and walked tword the others he had spotted in the direction the girl came from. He didn't know most of the students names since he was a loner in the truest sense. He saw a girl stiching up Drake. He asked her if she could do the same for his arm. It was torn up badly and holding it down wasn't helping. He knelt down and waited for her to be done. He had this done before and knew that since it was in the arm it wouldn't hurt that much.

Patrick

Patrick opened his mouth to reply, but at that moment Ace just got up and wandered off. He couldn't help but laugh, as he was just about to ask her to help Ace and forget about him.
"Well..." he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Guess he doesn't need our help anymore. Would you help me to get over to wherever it was you came from? My leg's pretty messed up and it's hard to walk..."

He tried to straighten up, but lower his stance enough so that he didn't tower over Sadie. At least he knew who she was. They've had a few classes together, though they were never very close. He was suddenly aware of how he was 0 for 2 now...he knew both Ace and Sadie, but they weren't especially friends of his...which got him to thinking...

"Are there others?" he asked her. "Who else survived?"

Annette

Annette groaned she had been hearing voices but hadn’t been able to call out for she kept drifting in and out of consciousness. Annette gave a small cough she had been thrown from the plane she had just got out of the bathroom when it happened. Annette tried to open her eyes but it made the pain in her head hurt more she forced her eyes to open any ways when she did she noticed she was trapped under some debris. Annette whimpered and tried to call out but is wouldn’t come. Annette knew she shouldn’t panic but she couldn’t help it she had heard the others, but she didn’t know how to get their attention. Annette’s one leg was free and she kicked it out hoping to make some sort of noise so others could hear her. Her arms where trapped by the debris that lay over her chest and one leg one arm pined under her the other at her side.

Sadie

Sadie watched as Ace got up and headed in the direction she had come from. "Sure," Sadie smiled at Patrick as she stood beside him. She wrapped an arm around his waist in an attempt to help support him as they walked to where the others were.

"Yea, there are others. Paris, Jack, Drake, Anastazia, and of course Ace. Those are who I saw and heard. But I'm sure there's others around here," In a small voice she added, "There has to be.

As she helped Patrick she heard a noise, it sounded like something moving, and a whimper. She looked up at Patrick, "Did you hear that?"