Day 1 EVENT - Mid-Section of Flight 815 Crashes

[Hollywood Heidi]

The Mid-Section of Oceanic Flight 815 Crashes on the Beach

The mid-section of the Boeing 777 class airplane comes crashing onto

the island in pieces at approximately 4:16pm island time scattering debris,

survivors, and carnage from the shore to the outskirts of the jungle. Sounds

of one of the engines still spinning erratically, screams, and yells for help are

heard from all directions.

Location of fuselage found in box F3 below:

Each box is 3 miles by 3 miles. It takes an hour to walk 3 miles. But also keep in mind that hiking (like that really steep hill to get to higher ground) will take a heck of a lot longer and that if you're running (like from some jungle thing), that you'll get somewhere faster.

[Kristi Lynne]

Her hazel eyes opened with a sharp intake of breath. The blackness that had engulfed her was replaced by the blueness of open sky. Was this death? The sound, the shaking, the screams--how could anyone have survived that? But she could feel...sand beneath her fingers as they moved hesitantly. She willed herself to get to her feet, if that was possible. Everywhere was chaos. No amount of training could prepare you to deal with this. The passengers clearly needed help, but where did she start? Where was the rest of the flight crew?

The fuselage was scattered in pieces along a beach, not far from the water. And there were people in the water struggling to get to shore. She strode on wobbly legs toward the waves, hoping the adrenaline would win out over the fear long enough.

[Lady Lee-o]

Jordan Piccalilli (temp-play by Lady Lee-o)

Seat 23I and 23H came crashing down together into the trees of the forest below. Knocking the two fused seats around before it became still on the ground below. the seats were on the backs and the two occupants facing up as the sun beat down on them through the trees.

There was no signs of life from the man, bumps, bruises, a few cuts but the cause of death seemed to be a broken neck. It hung loosely from one side, bone stretching the skin.

[Hollywood Heidi]

Pain was reaching through and pulling me out of the blackness. My mind tried to comprehend what was happening as I still lay there half-conscious, eyes closed. I felt a stinging, throbbing sensation on my right arm. My whole body ached as if I'd just been in a car accident. Had I just been in a car accident? Slowly, I opened my eyes and closed them against the glare of sun through trees. My head began to ache from whatever I'd been through and the confusion. Trees. Why were there trees above me? Where was I just now before getting here? Slowly, I began to remember. The plane. I was a plane flying home to LAX. I opened my eyes again and let them adjust to the light.

Glancing down at my right arm, I saw various cuts and scratches, most likely from the fall through the trees. Only one gash looked a little worrying but not overly. It was a miracle that it appeared to be the worst of my injuries. How was it possible that I was even alive? My other senses started to register what was going on. Screaming, the sound of an engine still going. I looked toward the horrible sounds to my right and I saw a beach right outside the treeline. People running. Bits and pieces of metal scattered. I felt the presence of someone to my left and a jolt of more memories came flooding back. Jordan was next to me.

"Jordan, are you-"

I looked over at him, his neck at an unnatural angle and his eyes lifeless. I'd never been in the presence of a dead body outside of a coffin and it scared the hell out of me. I even avoided coffins at funerals. My first reaction was to get far away from the dead body and when I attempted to lunge to the right out of my seat and away, but the belt still around my waist held me back. I pressed the release button but nothing happened. It was jammed. I started to panic as I yanked at the belt with no luck. Realizing it was getting me nowhere, I tried to calm myself and gather my wits about me.

I needed something to break the belt buckle with. Wiping the tears that were blurring my vision, I looked around, avoiding facing the direction of Jordan's lifeless body. The closest thing was a rock about the size of my fist. I reach out, my fingertips barely touching it and struggled to reach a little further but to no avail. Frustrated and scared, I could feel the damned tears filling my eyes again.

"Help!" I yelled out. "Someone help!" I wasn't sure if anybody would even hear me over the noise and chaos on the beach.

[PMS And a Gun]

Screams. Echoes of even more screams and the whirring of some type of propeller. Sounds, sounds that filled the air and contributed to the ringing in her ears. Her eyes shot open in ten seconds flat as she gasped for a sudden breath of air and spat out sand that was beneath her. Her feet had been lying in the water and her face had been planted right in a small mound of sand. Go figure. Ana quickly wiped her mouth still spitting sand with the back of her hand and struggled to get up. Adrenaline, adrenaline could do a hell of a lot to a person at any given time or any given circumstance. Her body wobbled but forced itself up into a standing position as she quickly checked her clothes for any weapon or anything that could be useful in this kind of situation. Nada. One thing was for sure, her red leather jacket was weighing her down having it been half wet and half dry. Her hands instantly tossed the jacket off of her and onto the sand as her head tried to take in the chaos around her.

Wake up, chica. her mind said loud and clear, in a heartbeat her body suddenly slammed back into the ocean waves and her arms forced her to do a forward stroke to the nearest screaming person. The girl was stubborn and was positive she could save everyone, so she wished. A young woman was crying out for help in the cool ocean and Cortez immediately started to tread water to grab onto her.

"No! Get my baby, please! Let me go!" the victim protested. Ana was nearly shell shocked when she whipped her head to the side to see a little girl face down in the water. Her gaze widened and realized suddenly that the mother was sacrificing herself for her eight year old daughter. It was heart breaking to watch but the brunette nodded her head to the drowning woman sadly against her will and took off quickly to get the kid. Her legs kicked as hard as they could as she grabbed onto the child and kept pushing along until solid ground was underneath her. Jesus, a mother just gave up her life for her daughter, it was almost like a deja vu right there.

Her hazel gaze darted out to look for the woman but she had already gone under. Ana Lucia bit down on her bottom lip so hard she swore she could taste copper but quickly went to work on the little girl. She wasn't breathing, didn't even move a God damn inch. Quickly the former cop dug her thoughts from total shock mode so she could perform CPR on the little child. Her knees dug into the sand and she kept breathing air into the girls lungs and then pushing on her chest. Air, push. Air, PUSH!

The little girl coughed up water and the brunette smiled above her but suddenly it disappeared when the kid started to cry. "It's all right." Ana tried to soothe her and placed some of the blonde's wet hair behind her little ear.

"My mom!" the child cried out and clung to the woman like no tomorrow.

Cortez hugged the child, nearly cradling her in her arms all while trying to avoid seeing the girls mother dead in the water. "It's okay. Everything will be all right, I promise we'll find your mother as soon as possible, all right?" trying her best to soothe the girl.

"What is your name?" the Hispanic beauty looked down at the child in her arms who was still wiping her eyes.

"Jessie." she sulked.

"My name is Ana Lucia, we're going to stand up now, Jessie. Hold my hand tight, all right? Don't let go." she instructed the younger girl and like lightning, she took Ana's hand in a death grip. More screams erupted from all over the place, this was madness.

[Lady Lee-o]

She hurts...

Opening her eyes she tried to remember what had happened. She was trying to remember the last thing that happened, but it was hard because she was pinned under something and it was heavy. She looked around and saw rows and rows of chairs, feet dangling and she suddenly remembered what happened. "Mr. Floppers," she saw that he was just an arms length away and reached for him, and then she realized what was on top of her. The nice man who helped her with her mask, the one who told her everything was gonna be okay. "Mister, please get up. Mister please- you said that everything was going to be okay." Sarah cried out and squirmed to get away from him, grabbing Mr. Floppers and nudging the man again. he wasn't moving, not an inch. She felt the tears flowing down her face as she moved quickly to the end of the plane and saw the chaos. People were screaming and shouting, she whimpered and moved to a empty seat and curled underneath in it. "Mama..." Sarah didn't notice the blood before, the blood that dripped down her cheek and onto her hand. Not until she went to rub her eyes. Blood, oh god the blood from her head. She screamed again and then everything went black.

"Bonjour, quelqu'un peut-il m'aider? s'il vous plaît aidez-moi!" The girls was confused as to where she was, why was she here? "Bonjour, quelqu'un peut-il m'aider? s'il vous plaît aidez-moi!" she sobbed again and whimpered.

[Lady Lee-o]

Jasmine had pain, she had a great deal of pain. At first she didn't know where it was coming from, because everything hurt. Her head, her side, her legs, her arms and her back. She didn't get a chance to buckle herself in before the plane started to go down, flying up and hitting her head on the ceiling of the plane and landing hard onto the ground. Now she was laying somewhere on the beach, she could tell it was the beach because she could feel the sand beneath her. It rubbed against her skin, scraping it and making her more uncomfortable. When she tried to move she couldn't, something was sticking in her side. It was sharp and caused her a great amount of pain and when she tried to see what it was, her head spun. She couldn't speak, she couldn't move, she couldn't do much but silently cry. The tears rolled down her face as the pain seemed to increase, and a single sob escaped her lips.

Jasmine heard the voices around her, people screaming and crying out. She heard the sounds of the waves, the sound of the engine and more people screaming. She felt herself slowly slipping in and out of consciousness, she knew she had to stay awake but she was just so weak. In Jasmine's side was a piece of shrapnel from the plane, the gash was three inches wide in her right side. Blood slowly trickling out of her wound.

[Lee-o]

Screaming that is all i heard when i woke up wedged under a piece of the plane and a tree near the edge of the jungle. I wasn't able to move so why even bother and what was worse, I couldn't feel anything. I wasn't in an ounce of pain, which is always a bad sign when you are in a crash of any kind. I wiggled my toes but couldn't feel them, i wiggled my hand and felt that. "Oh god," I closed my eyes and tried to hold back the panic in my voice, was i crippled? I shook my head slowly started to push at the heavy metal. Two guys came over and helped get the metal off me, its seems my legs were starting to get there feeling back. Good, not crippled but holy hell the pain! I felt the tears as one of the guys checked me over to see if anything was broke. 'Left leg' what about my left leg? "What?"

"You're left leg looks bad, don't move i'm going to find you help."

Just great...

I close my eyes and let the tears fall down my face, i crashed the plane.

[Kristi Lynne]

JACK (temp-play Kristi Lynne)

He wasn't sure things could get much stranger than being on a plane one minute and waking up in a field of bamboo the next. The yellow lab that happily trotted by was pretty weird, too. Maybe that drink was stronger than he'd thought. All the turbulence must have led to a plane crash. But he was still alive, granted with a bloody gash in his side. He needed to find out if there were other survivors so he headed off through the trees.

When he finally reached the beach, he saw the chaos of the wreckage. He moved tentatively among the mangled debris and burning patches of fuel. One of the massive jet engines was still spinning noisily and he made sure to stay clear of it. Eventually, he came upon a man trapped under a heavy piece of metal. He knew he couldn't move it himself so he called over whoever could hear him over the engine's roar, instructing them to lift while he grabbed the man's shoulders and pulled him out. The man's leg was bleeding heavily, so he yanked the tie from around his neck and tied it into a makeshift tourniquet.

[Hollywood Heidi]

Kate awoke with a start at all the noise surrounding her. Her first instinct, as always, was to run but she quickly remembered where she was and what had happened. Tentatively, she moved first one arm and then the other, then one leg and the other. With the exception of feeling bruised from head to toe and some minor cuts and scrapes, everything seemed to be okay. No broken bones. The worst of it wasn't even from crashing to the ground. It was the rawness of her wrists from yanking against the handcuffs when struggling to reach the masks.

Kate sat up and scanned the area around her looking for the marshal and seeing if anybody had taken any particular notice of her. But the marshal was nowhere to be seen and everyone was so preoccupied with their own injuries or helping others that she was practically invisible. If there were this surprising amount of survivors, Kate wouldn't be surprised if the marshal was alive and looking for her.

She had the advantage now to find a way to escape and she took the opportunity to slip away into the jungle unnoticed.

[Kristi Lynne]

SAYID (temp-play by Kristi Lynne)

He had been hours away from a reunion with Nadia. During the flight, he alternated between planning what he would say to her, and what he should have said to his friend that the CIA forced him to betray. A man was dead because of him. Perhaps many men and women were dead because of him. Perhaps this was Fate's way of delivering justice.

"Help! ... Someone help!"

It was difficult to separate the cries of one voice from many others, but this particular one sounded closer to him. Away from the beach and in the trees beyond. He tread carefully on the unfamiliar ground, keeping his eyes and ears open for the source of the sound. He could make out what looked like a row of seats from the plane. One of the occupants was not moving, but the other seemed to be struggling.

"Young miss, are you alright? How can I help?" he asked, in a calm voice with his arms outstretched to show he meant no harm. After all, the woman might not even speak English or might fear strange men even more than airplane crashes.

[Severin Darling]

Severin wasn't entirely sure how he'd gotten out of his seat. Maybe he'd been thrown, maybe he'd managed to wrestle his way out. There was a gap in his memory, between the mask tightening around his face and the feeling of hot sand rising between his toes. He'd lost his shoes and socks, and that seemed important for some reason. He squinted in the harsh sun, and began to move hazily through the wreckage.

He remained dazed for a further two minutes, with a sensation of walking underwater. Then a sharp female scream jolted him back to reality. Severin began to run, hidden shards of metal in the sand tearing at his bare feet. He saw someone trapped by a chunk of wreckage, weakly lifting their arm. He shot over, gripping the underside of the metal and putting all his strength into lifting it up. By the time he was able to drop the piece off to the side, the person's arm had stopped moving. He checked their pulse, and found nothing.

[Hollywood Heidi]

I stopped my struggle to reach the rock when I noticed someone approaching and let out a shaky breath of relief.

"Young miss, are you alright? How can I help?"

"No. Yes. I mean," I quickly wiped away the tears of frustration and gathered my wits. "I'm not hurt but I'm stuck. The seat belt is jammed." I pressed the release button a few times in quick succession, showing that nothing was happening. "I was going to try to break it with that rock, but I couldn't reach it," I added with a quick glance at the rock again.

[Kristi Lynne]

SAYID (temp-play by Kristi Lynne)

"I'm not hurt but I'm stuck. The seat belt is jammed."

He nodded in understanding, relieved that they spoke the same language and that this was a situation easily resolved. Unfortunately, the same could not be said of her neighbor, who he could now see was clearly deceased. "I will find something to cut the fabric," he explained, starting his search for a jagged piece of debris that could serve as a knife. Once he'd found it, he began to cut through the seat belt, careful not to further injure the woman in his urgency. The last threads finally snapped, and he tried to help the woman out of the seat and to her feet.

"Can you walk? Is there anything broken?" he asked. Not that anywhere else was particularly safer than here, but he assumed she would want to get away from the body still in his seat. "Did you know him?"

[Hollywood Heidi]

I helped as best I could in my situation by holding the belt out as far as it would reach to make it easier for the man to cut.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much," I said with a grateful smile when it finally gave way and he helped me to my feet.

"Can you walk? Is there anything broken?"

My legs almost buckled from the shaking of fear and massive amounts of adrenaline still coursing through my body but I straightened myself up. "No," I said in surprise. "Everything seems to be okay." Aside from the gash on my arm, but I was pretty sure I could take of it without having to bother anybody. I was guessing it just needed to be cleaned and wrapped.


"Did you know him?"

My smile faded as I began to turn to look at the body but stopped myself. "We were sitting next to each other. His name is-- was Jordan. We'd only just started talking when..." I let it trail off, the sentence not needing to be completed. Again, it struck me how stupid it was to be sitting next to a stranger for hours on end and each pretending the other didn't existed beyond small common courtesies such as a quick sorry if elbows are bumped.

"Where are we? Has anybody come to help us?"

[Kristi Lynne]

SAYID (temp-play by Kristi Lynne)

"Where are we? Has anybody come to help us?"

"I don't know," he replied. To the best of his knowledge, they were on an island somewhere in the South Pacific. It could be inhabited and easily found on a map, or it could be one of many nameless pieces of land between Australia and North America. "I'm sure the pilot sent out a distress call as soon as he realized the plane was in trouble," he offered. "But it may take some time."

[Hollywood Heidi]

I nodded in understanding. "Thanks. For your help and your patience," I clarified. His calm and collected demeanor made me feel so much more at ease. "What should we do about-- about Jordan?" I still had trouble wrapping my mind around the fact that Jordan, so full of life and enthusiasm about his future plans in what felt like only minutes ago, was no more.

[Kristi Lynne]

SAYID (temp-play by Kristi Lynne)

"What should be do about-- about Jordan?"

"We should probably worry about the injured first," he advised, hoping not to sound insensitive. "Get them to a safe area away from the wreckage." The current crisis meant he had to fall back on his military training--check for survivors, treat the injured, establish a perimeter, and try to figure out exactly what they were dealing with.

[Lady Lee-o]

Sarah Appleton

Sarah jumped down and started to move away from the plane wreck, her mind running a mile a minute. "Aidez-moi, s'il vous plaît." she cried and moved away, someone came by and scooped her up. She couldn't understand them but she let him take her away from the wreck, when he put her down he seemed to be checking her over. When he found that she was fine he ran off to help the others and she curled up into a ball on the sand and cried.

JINX

Jasmine thought she might be dead until she felt the twinge of pain again. fresh tears sliding down the sides of her face, as the sun beat down on her. Closing her eyes she did her best to block out the sun, but she felt her head throbbing but it paled to the pain in her gut. It was just to much to bare and she found herself drifting off, but no, she had to stay awake. "help," her voice was so small, so helpless she was sure that no one heard her. Closing her eyes for just a second she saw his face, her Jordan's face. She's never see him again, never. All she could think about was there fight, there last fight.

Airport- Flashback (1)

[Hollywood Heidi]

"We should probably worry about the injured first," "Get them to a safe area away from the wreckage."

"Okay," I said standing up straight, shoulders back, and turning on that no-nonsense, nose-to-the-grindstone switch that always went on when I stepped into my office at work or set my mind to a task. "I'll help out any way I can."

Leaving Jordan and helping those still alive was the same thing that my mind had been telling me was the right thing to do but hearing someone else say it made me feel a little less guilty. There was nothing we could do for Jordan. Suddenly, I remembered there was one thing I could do. His final words to me had been a request to find his fiancé & tell her how much he had loved her. She had a right to know about his plans so that her last memory of him wasn't the fight he'd mentioned. I could ask around for for as I helped. It was going to be the hardest thing I'd ever had to tell someone and for a sick moment I couldn't supress the selfish spark of hope that I'd be spared the task if this Jaz or Jasmine didn't make it.

[Lee-o]

The guy never came back with help, so i was pretty much on my own and against the tree. my leg was bleeding bad and it hurt, which to me was a good thing. I remember one of my favorite lines from a movie. 'Pain is your friend, your ally it will tell you when you are seriously injured. It will keep you awake and angry and remind you to finish the job and get the hell home. But you know the best thing about pain?... It lets you know you're not dead yet.' god that was so true right now. I had never had this much pain before, not even when i smashed my head against a bird bath when i was a kid.

[Kristi Lynne]

JACK (temp-play by Kristi Lynne)

As he tried to treat the bleeding man's leg, he looked over to see a pregnant woman calling for help. The doctor decided to move on to the next emergency, yelling instructions to the men who'd just helped him. "All right, get him out of here! Get him away from the engine! Get him out of here!"

"Help me, please," the blonde woman pleaded, clutching her stomach. "I'm having, I'm having contractions."

"How many months pregnant are you?" he asked.

"I'm, I'm nearly eight months."

"How far apart are they coming?"

"I don't know, a-a few just happened."

[PMS And a Gun]

More screams and it wasn't helping the kid either. The brunette gripped onto Jessie's little hand until she finally saw a young woman off to the side. She had seen her before, one of the flight workers and had a kindness to her that Ana Lucia saw in herself and in any mothers eyes. "We're going to go over there and see the nice lady, all right?" she pointed to the far side of the beach to where the short haired redhead was. Jess nodded her head and they sprinted towards the woman that sat on the sand in pure shock and a worthless map in her hands. "Hey, can you watch her for a bit? I need to help some others around here." saying it with perfect instruction and verbal skills. Yes, yes of course." the redhead held out her hand for the child and with one last look at them, Ana took off in the other direction.

Up ahead there was a propeller that seemed to be swirling round and round about to take someone up with it. A man over to the side with a long blonde haired woman who was obviously pregnant. He looked like a doctor, he was asking her things and Cortez stopped momentarily to watch. She had been pregnant once, it was almost like a maternal instinct to go over and help Claire but there were other cries of help to notice.

Torn between the decision of sticking around or helping her she figured that the doctor had it all under control. No, she was positive he had it all under control.

With her arms back and forth by her sides, Ana ran like a bat out of hell to the girl that had the bad leg and was clearly suffering too much pain to even really get her voice out at the moment. Nearly throwing her body on the ground, her legs came into a kneel and immediately her eyes moved to the girls leg.

She couldn't have been anymore than seventeen or eighteen years old, just a kid. "What happened?" the Latina asked quietly trying not to make the teen panic all while hiding her own urgency in her gaze. Cortez quickly whipped her head to the side as some of her wet and sandy hair fell in her face and to her mouth. The guy from earlier, the doctor was still on the other side working on whatever he could. In her mind she herself was in panic mode but as a professional officer of the law...she had to hide it. Former anyway, before all the mommy and daughter issues. Life was such a bitch.

Ana placed her hands on Alisha's leg and attempted to see if it was broken or not. It felt like it was dislocated, reminded her of when her guy friend from middle school fell off his skate board. That was a mess if there ever was one. "What's your name?" her hand already started reaching for the nearest medium sized branch she could find all while keeping her attention on the leg.

There would have to be a splint, definitely this teenager wasn't going to be able to walk for a while.

[Lee-o]

I sat as still as I could and kept my eyes closed, i heard someone coming close and opened my eyes to see a woman. she was knelt down beside me and she was cute and i would have- okay so i wouldn't have voice my opinion, i would have blushed. "What happened?"

"That piece of plane was on top of me, couple guys got it off and went for help and never came back." That was a mouth full, I winced and cried out when the woman started to play with my legs. Talk about serious pain, "Don't-don't do that," I wanted to know if it was broken, did she know?

"What's your name?"

"Alisha Milot," I closed my eyes as the tears poured down my face. "That really hurts."

[PMS And a Gun]

Man, she wasn't a medic...how the hell could Ana Lucia deal with this crap? There was no time to contemplate anything, no time at all. "I'm Ana Lucia." the Spanish girl spoke out loud and pronounced it just the way she liked it. So many people called her Anne-AH. It was AH-NA. No matter what way anyone said it didn't matter right now.

"All right, what we need to do now is I'm going to count to three and pop your leg back in place. It's disconnected, it'll hurt but just try not to think about it, all right Alisha?" her husky voice exhaled and her expression was pensive but tried her best to deal with the situation to the best of her ability.

"Ready?" giving her no time to think. "One." readying her hands on the young girls leg. "Two." on two she just snapped it back into place with a slight crunch of bone. Her hazel gaze looked around for anyone that could help them and spotted a lone blonde guy smoking on a cigarette. He looked scared out of his mind but also had that aura around him that made it seem like he was the odd one out. Wait a minute? Who the hell could smoke at a time like this?

Ana narrowed her gaze on the guy and leaned down to pick up a long branch. She snapped it in two making it short enough that she could at least make some sort of make-shift walking device. "Hey, you!" the brunette yelled over to the smoking male. He turned to her and just raised an eyebrow. "Hey yourself." his Southern twang was deep with sarcasm and both a flirting device to reel her in.

Cortez rolled her eyes and eyed him long and hard. "See if you can gimme' a piece of clothing or something. There's plenty of luggage around this beach, she needs it for her leg." the Hispanic girl said out loud to him. He seemed to look at her as if seeing if she was for real and seemed to be more interested in his cigarette than anything.

Sawyer didn't respond. Oh great, this was going to be 'oh so much fun'. "Are you deaf, man!?" the tomboy yelled at him and tried to help Alisha against a piece of metal so she could sit up right.

"I ain't a charity case, hot-lips." he said out loud, but his eyes told a whole different story. He looked composed, smooth and suave. In Ana's eyes, he was just a moron.

She didn't have time for this. "You asshole!" the brunette turned her head to the side so she wasn't screaming in her 'patients' ears and finally began to rip off the end of her black tank top that was still damp at the bottom hem. She placed the stick at Alisha's leg and tied it there with the fabric.

"This'll hold till we can find someone. " she tried to soothe her. It didn't even cross her mind that the guy that was helping Claire earlier was the man she met at the bar before. Cortez rose up on her feet giving the teen a stay here and started to go through a small suitcase looking for a shirt. Her olive colored hands found one and slid it over the midriff baring tank top so it was buttoned up with the short sleeves.

"Want me to go get the ambulance, Senorita?" the male exhaled to her. That was it, that was it to the core. Ana Lucia got up to her full pint sized height of 5'4 and grabbed onto the cigarette from his lips. She had to stand up on her tip toes but it didn't matter, with the flick of her hand the cancer stick was tossed into the sand and put out.

Sawyer scowled.

"Ask again and I'll knock your teeth in, get off your ass and do something constructive." the girl said with a growl and headed back over to Alisha. "I guess just don't walk for a while? Not a doctor or anything." she took a seat beside her and kept watch for anything else.

[Lee-o]

"I'm Ana Lucia...All right, what we need to do now is I'm going to count to three and pop your leg back in place. It's disconnected, it'll hurt but just try not to think about it, all right Alisha?" My eyes went wide, did the pretty woman just tell me that my leg had to be popped back into place. Before i could do anything about it, before the panic could set in she was already counting and snapping my leg back in place. I screamed my head off, i was a baby when it came to pain and this wasn't like anything i felt before. This was just beyond the pain i felt just a few minutes ago. I felt my stomach lurch as if i were going to be sick, the shock of the pain and- it was all to much and i found myself blacking out for a minute. I came back to feel my leg being moved again and her words, "This'll hold till we can find someone." I nod and i had the sudden urge to really pass out now, my head was spinning. Looking up as the girl came back over her eyes went wide, "I guess just don't walk for a while..."

"Thanks for helping but, i don't think walking it going to be a problem." she removed her hoodie and used it as a pillow behind her head.

[PMS And a Gun]

Her full lips upturned into a smirk when Alisha spoke about the whole walking thing. "I'll be damned, finally someone who gets my sarcasm." trying to lighten the mood a little. Her smile however faded as soon as it came when she noticed the teen in pain, why wouldn't she be? It was shocking, this whole thing was shocking and way, way out of the ordinary.

"You'll be all right." Ana leaned forward to tuck some of the teenagers hair behind her ear. She hoped like hell that a; that Southern jackass drowned or got eaten by natives...were there natives here? And b; that someone else would step up and play leader or they would have a problem on their hands. She was just the sidekick after all since most of her leader kudos points deteriorated along with her sanity over time.

[Lee-o]

"I'll be damned, finally someone who gets my sarcasm." I smirked at her and took a few breaths.

"Yeah well i come from a very sarcastic group of misfits, you know they kept joking around with me. My friend Laura told me not to crash the plane," I chuckled and shook my head as a few tears fell down, "I knew deep down this was a bad idea, I never win a damn thing."

"You'll be all right."

"I hope so, i'd like to make it home to punch my friend in the face for cursing me." I close my eyes and do my best to fall asleep, "I think i should rest now, th-thanks again."

[Kristi Lynne]

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Despite the warnings, a man wanders in front of the still-spinning engine.

When he gets sucked into the blades, a powerful explosion follows,

sending sparks and pieces of flaming debris in all directions.

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[Lady Lee-o]

JINX

Jordan... she took in a shaky breath and lifted her hand to feel the ring on her finger. she smiled when she realized it was still there, he was still with her. Jordan would get her through this, he had to. She closed her eyes and tried to keep her mind off the pain, she managed to mouth a song under her breath, which turned into a prayer. She blacked out not long after that and woke up to the sounds of an explosion, bringing all her sensed back to her. She looked to her left and realized she'd been moved away before the explosion took place. The pain was becoming less and less and Jasmine wondered if maybe it was because she was dying?

Sarah Appleton

She clung to her rabbit by the treeline, shaking and scared. This was one of those times that Sarah wasn't herself, where she was so scared she would retreat into herself. She couldn't remember why she was on the plane or how she got here, she was scared and alone with strangers. Sarah screamed when the engine exploded, curling into the tree to hide her face. she was hyperventilating, she couldn't breath.