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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 30, 2012 11:28:10 GMT -8
Oceanic Airlines Flight 815 from Sydney to Los Angeles
The Boeing 777 class airplane originated in Sydney, Australia at Gate 23 and departed at 2:15 pm bound for Los Angeles, CA. The flight consists of 324 people -- passengers and a full flight crew -- plus one domestic pet in cargo. The Fasten Safety Belt sign is currently turned off, meaning passengers are free to move about the cabin and to use their electronic devices. SEATING CHART 01C - Jasmine "Jinx" Carter 09E - Boone Carlyle 09F - Shannon Ruthford 15C - Sarah Appleton 15D - Sawyer 16A - Sayid 16D - Michael 16E - Walt 18D - Ana Lucia 23A - Jack Sheppard 23B - Annabelle Short 23D - Rose 23E - Bernard 23I - Heidi Rittner 24A - Percy Severin Darling 24D - John Locke 26I - Alisha Milot 27G - Edward Mars 27H - Kate Ryan 29C - Charlie Pace 33E - Hurley
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Post by tikkabilla on May 30, 2012 12:39:42 GMT -8
With the tray in front of her pulled down, she kept her head upon it. She’d had her flight date extended in order to get a few more pieces fixed and had found herself bumped down to commercial. Something the girl was not used to. The business had fixed this flight, not her. She could see her older brothers disapproval already, his disgusted looks watching her as she relayed the story over a family brunch whenever they next got together. They would simply laugh at her, wondering when their daughter got so common. Her mother would blame her cousin, Carter. Her father would blame the nanny and Nate would blame whomever had pissed him off that day. Currently he was in Rome on an excursion and probably sleeping with every other Italian girl as they did drugs with some European band playing in the background. He would eye up the scantily clad girls with his blue eyes, a trademark of the Short family.
Her curly brown hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, the large gold hoops clanging against the tray as she tried to move around and make herself comfortable. An impossible quest on air travel, especially in commercial. Eyeballing those around her, the dehydrated girl wondered where the others had been. What had taken them to Australia or what was taking them to LA. She could imagine a few wannabe singers and actors or actresses amongst them.
She would kill for a cigarette right now. A hungover craving along with bacon and eggs. Maybe even some French toast. Anything fried. Anything remotely disgusting and fattening for the slender girl. If she were lucky, the extra calories would expand her almost flat chest and she could fulfil her want to look like an Armenian reality star. All she’d need then was botox.
Signalling to the flight attendant, Anna leaned across the seats and chewed on the gum she’d peeled ten minutes ago. Would it be possible for some water? The girl asked with a small smile. Her white, slightly large teeth revealed the chewed lump of gum in the corner of her mouth as she attempted to look less than hungover. Maybe a whole bottle? She reached for her bag and removed the leather, designer purse that she’d purchased in Australia as an impulse buy. The notes she’d stuffed in at the last minute revealed her wealth and somewhat misplacement being this far back in economy. Then again, so did her garments. She was overdressed, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the families and lower classes who were chasing a dream to the land of the free. Not that she’d ever experience what being free was like. She was chained to her parents and an appearance that must always be there.
Her love of animals and wanting to study marine life further had been laughed at, her father scoffing and telling her that she must only stay within the family business or something that would keep her current. An ‘It’ girl. That’s what her family had wanted her to be. Having nothing but beauty and to be a clothes horse and a slave to the media. Well, she’d dodged the bullet by getting in to the music business and managing to prove that she was still a big name amongst them. Though, that wasn’t completely true. She barely knew what she was doing on a good day, let alone being well known. If anything, she was eye candy for the producers and their latest rap machine. The men from the ‘ghetto’ whining to her about their upbringing as she thought about pulling out her violin that had been forced upon her as a child and playing them another sad tune as they ‘spat rhymes’ about how their mothers were crack whores.
So was hers. Nobody saw her moaning about it.
Her darling whore of a mother had always been good at keeping her business incredibly private, though the nanny would often let slip that her mother was in a ‘meeting with Mr Lowe.’ Their Uncle figure who would frequently visit when their father was away. Nobody dared say a word. Nobody had any evidence and it had always stayed that way until Mr Lowe had passed ten months ago.
Flipping through her magazine, the girl awaited for her water to hydrate her and wondered why it had been a good idea to go out the night before a long haul flight. It was these decisions that often got Annabelle in to trouble. She’d never been a fast learner.
Flashback
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Post by Lady Lee-o on May 30, 2012 15:05:53 GMT -8
Jinx
Jasmine Carter had made her way through security with little trouble. She was annoyed that her Fiance/Manager wouldn't be coming on the trip. She waited for him as long as she could, cursing when he was late and decided to just go on without him. Jordan was her best friend, manager and lover and he was always there for her. Sighing she boarded the plane and made her way to her seat, she promised herself she wouldn't get herself into any trouble but she was only human. She had her Ipod on as she made her way to her seat in first class. She paused to sign a few autographs and take a few pictures. She knelt down next to the little girl and smiled, “Remember, your dreams can come true. They did for me,” she hugged her quickly before getting up and waving to everyone. “Have a good flight everyone!” Putting on her Ipod she danced down the isle, letting the beat of Gloria Estefan move her. “Turn the beat around, love to hear percussion. Turn it upside down, love to hear percussion, love to hear it.” she sung aloud before moving past everyone in the Business class section and into first class.
When she found her seat she reclined the chair back and closed her eyes, humming along to Gloria. Her stomach growling and sighed, food wasn't allowed to be smuggled aboard but that didn't stop her. She was good at smuggling and hide a Turkey sandwich in her carry-on, inside her carry-on was a hidden pouch which contained her various other no-no's. She took the sandwich out and ate some before hiding it away and waved over the flight attendant. “Could I have some Avian please?” So far she was alone in first class, she hoped it wouldn't remain like this- she hated being alone. Jasmine took out her notebook and started to write, tapping her pen on the binding and trying to come up with new songs. Being a star was so demanding and she needed to come up with some new material and be ready for her next tour – she would kill Jordan when she saw him.
Jasmine put her notebook aside and took out her Ipod. Flipping through she started to play songs from her new CD that had just come out. “Candy man, candy man...Sweet sugar candy man. I met him out for dinner on a Friday night, he really got me working up an appetite. He had tattoos up and down his arms, There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm.” Jasmine was alone for the most part and decided to practice her dance, just the business class.
She would Also Practice her dance for it, since she was practically all alone. Just a few people in Business class, nothing she wouldn’t survive. She just hope she wouldn’t give anyone a heart attack or whatever. Smiling she continued, “He took me to this cotton club on Hollywood and Vine, we drank champagne and we danced all night. He's a one stop job, make my cherry pop, he's a sweet rockin sugar coated candy man. A sweet rockin sugar coated candy man.” She lost herself in the music and for a little while forgot she was in a public place. The next song started and she sang along with that one, “You've been a bad bad boy, I'm gonna take my time, so enjoy. There's no need to feel no shame, Relax and sip upon my champagne. Cause I wanna give you a little taste, of the sugar below my waist, you nasty boy.” Jasmine dipped her body down and up, wiggling her hips as she ran her hands up and down her body.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on May 30, 2012 16:18:18 GMT -8
Gwen methodically moved dinner trays from the refrigerated cabinets to the cart. She and Cindy had already made one pass through the economy-class cabin with the drinks and snacks for passengers, and now they would move on to the next task. Always ready for the unexpected, though, or the insistent buzz of a call button. Most people didn't rush to board a plane for an hours-long flight across an ocean, but this was exactly where she wanted to be. Many miles away from her family. Her sister's extravagant wedding in Sydney had meant a long weekend of forced smiles and polite conversation. At least at 30,000 feet, you couldn't hear the condescension in people's voices over the noise of the jet engines.
"You're missing the floor show in First Class," Cindy said, appearing around the corner with a grin.
"Sorry?"
"What, you didn't know there was a celebrity on board?"
Gwen shook her head and followed Cindy's pointing finger to see a curvy blonde dancing in the aisle. Well, it didn't seem to be against FAA regulations. "Which one is she?" she asked. "Tiffany...Heather...?"
"Jinx!" Cindy replied. "Coming off a big tour in Australia. I've got to get her autograph for my niece. That'll let me off the hook for a birthday and Christmas, yeah?"
"You would think," she agreed as she went back to gathering trays.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on May 30, 2012 16:19:35 GMT -8
Sarah was rushing to get to the plane on time, when they called her row she was in the bathroom. Then she had to push herself through a little bit, she was suppose to board when they called the children and elderly and handicap and all that. Now she was pushing her way through and sighing. She did what any little kid like herself would do, “EXCUSE ME, MOVE PLEASE!” Some parted and some did not, sighing she went through the process and pushed. Handing the lady her ticket before heading onto the plane. Sarah was going to visit her grandmother a bit early this year, she didn't want to go; but her parents insisted because her aunt wanted to put her in the hospital for her mental issues.
Sarah checked her ticket and made her way to her correct seat, she was close to the business class section of the plane. Her dad was trying to make it up to her, normally she'd be sitting further back. But this time she was in 15c, normally she was back in the twenties. She tried to get business class out of him but he wouldn't budge, saying she should be happy she got the isle seat. She held Mr. Floppers in her arms and smiled, kissing his head, her bunny was her protector. Taking out her coloring book and crayons, she started to color. She was ready to fly, “Please don't let me freak out.” she sighed.
Sarah sung the ABC's backwards to make herself feel better, then she sung it forwards and then she switch to a song her dad use to sing. Sighing she closed her eyes and decided to take a little nap, because it was going to be a long flight.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 30, 2012 22:48:32 GMT -8
***THE PLANE HATCH IS LOCKED AND SEALED AND AN ANNOUNCEMENT HEARD OVER SPEAKERS IN A MALE AMERICAN ACCENT***
"Attention ladies and gentlemen, this is the pilot speaking. We are preparing for take-off. Please fasten your safety belts and direct your attention to the flight attendant in the front of your section for a safety presentation."
***FASTEN SAFETY BELT LIGHT TURNS ON AND THE ENGINES ROAR TO LIFE AS THE PLANE BEGINS TO TAXI IN THE WAITING LINE FOR TAKE-OFF***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 30, 2012 23:31:18 GMT -8
Kate sat with her head turned away from the marshal, staring out the window. She wanted to slug that smug smile he had plastered on his face ever since the moment he'd finally caught her. At least he had the decency to place a jacket over her arms to hide the cuffs though she had the feeling he would have liked to had paraded her down the aisle but protocol wouldn't allow for that. Can't have the passengers panicking over having a criminal aboard.
When they had seated, she began to lift her hands from under the jacket, assuming he'd remove the cuffs but instead, he gave her another of his smug grins and an "I don't think so, sweetheart" laced with condescension. She was trapped between him and the empty window seat to her right. She looked and felt defeated as she continued staring out the window throughout the safety presentation, wondering what awaited her when they landed in LAX. She was sure that the marshal took all forms of precaution available and he'd even told her they'd have security escorts awaiting their arrival. With no hope of escaping, she was left with thoughts of a trial and her own mother, frail from cancer, on the witness stand testifying against her. This was the beginning of the end. There was no way she was getting out of this.
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Post by Severin Darling on May 31, 2012 8:41:42 GMT -8
Patrick Severin Darling gripped the edges of his armrests. This was the part he didn’t like: the leaving. The grinding machinery and heavy strains, the growing rush of the world through the window and that great climb upward into the white…it was at that moment that Severin felt like things were about to go wrong. It was a gnawing sensation in his stomach, and it always took a few minutes into the flight before he realized how foolish he had been.
Still, it wasn’t the idea of crashing that set his teeth on edge. It was a fear of boredom. The idea of being trapped on the runway was a terrifying prospect. When the plane was in flight or landing, there was no need to worry. There was even something utterly calming about being so many miles above the Earth…it was a brand new sense of lovely isolation. He enjoyed watching the ocean sweep beneath him.
When the pilot spoke, Severin shackled himself in and settled back. He closed his eyes.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on May 31, 2012 9:44:29 GMT -8
Out of the corner of her eyes she saw the Seat belt sign come to life and removing her Ipod. A few of the business men in there suits were clapping and laughing. She gave a bow before she sat down and started to turn things off and put them away until after take off. Men were so easy to get going and now they had a story to tell, the life of a pop star. Jasmine hated take offs, they always made her a bit queasy and it certainly didn't help that she went to the airport bar for a few shots. After Jordan told her she was going to do another tour in three months she needed it. She wanted to use the time off to work on her clothing line, to have a year to just relax and maybe make things more serious with him. Sighing she took out her notebook and started to write something down.
I wished that Jordan would take us more seriously sometimes, he's met my parents but he doesn't visit often. My family means everything to me and he just casts them aside and says that Business is more important. I know that my mother can be intimidating but she liked Jordan and wants him around more. Also, I wish he would sit down with me and set a god damn date for our wedding. I hate long engagements.
Jasmine put her notebook down and watched as the flight attendant started her usual safety speech. “Yeah because if we crash, we're gonna survive, Pulease.”
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Post by tikkabilla on May 31, 2012 11:04:15 GMT -8
Having prepared herself for take off, the girl put the lunch table back up and leant back in her seat. She had never really cared too much for flying. She just assumed that these things happened to different people. The crashes and such. Anna had never really thought it would ever happen to her. She was too special. Different. Bad things happened to those that didn't really exist. Not really. They were stories and fables, made up tales to scare children in to behaving.
Biting on her lower lip, the girl sipped the water and placed it back in her lap. She was so thirsty. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself surrounded by a pool of water. Her home back in LA ignited her imagination as she thought about swimming there. Dipping her skinny body in to the blue waters and feeling completely at calm. Her days off were what she worked for nowadays. Not the money nor the appreciation. In her line of work, there wasn't much of that to go around.
Yawning, she wondered how long this would take. She always dreaded long haul flights. Especially with those that she couldn't talk to. It was at times like these that she felt incredibly lonely.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 31, 2012 20:07:24 GMT -8
***THE FLIGHT HAS BEEN IN PROGRESS FOR 6 HOURS. A SLIGHT
UNSCHEDULED SHIFT IN THE DIRECTION IS MADE, DETECTABLE
ONLY BY THE PILOTS FOLLOWING FLIGHT CODE PROTOCOL. THE
NEXT PROTOCOL IS TO INFORM THE CREW. THE PHONE IN THE CREW
AREA QUIETLY RINGS, THE INCOMING CALL LIGHT FLASHING RED.***
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***MEANWHILE, IN THE PASSENGER AREAS THE SCREENS ANNOUNCE
THE NEXT IN-FLIGHT MOVIE: Scooby-Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed***
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Post by Lady Lee-o on May 31, 2012 20:28:42 GMT -8
Sarah made sure she was all strapped in, even before the sign went on. Sarah didn't like flying but that was the only way she could go and visit her grandmother. So she pushed the thoughts of crashing out of her mind, ignoring the fear that was in the back of her mind. Sarah did her best not to get scared on flights and her mother wasn't sure about letting her go alone. After her last episode her mother really didn't want her to go, but her father had told her she would be fine.
Sarah had fallen asleep until the announcement came on about Scooby Doo 2 and smiled, “I love this one!” she smiled at the man beside her and kept drawing as she watched. The man beside her was being very secretive, he was kind of just staying to himself. “Hey mister, what's your name?” he ignored her so she just went back to drawing.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 31, 2012 21:03:33 GMT -8
The flight had been just like any other flight I'd been on; a friendly smile or quick hello to the people as they sat down next to you before both of you going back to doing your own thing. the safety demonstration that I only half pay attention to, watching through the window in fascination as cars, trees, and buildings disappeared from view, flight attendants occasionally making their way up and down the aisle offering drinks and snacks, in-flight movie and music offerings.
The amount of turbulence was normal and turbulence had never bothered me. I loved to fly and call me crazy, but I found a little turbulence to be kind of fun. Like a roller coaster and I love roller coaster rides. But that was because in my optimistic mind, nothing bad would ever happen. I thought it was crazy that some people were afraid to fly, constantly thinking the plane would crash at any minute. I found it to be one of the most fascinating inventions created by man. A huge hunk of metal weighing tons and full of people way up in the sky. Amazing.
The only problem I had, especially with such a long flight like this one, was fighting boredom so, being a movie lover, I looked forward to the in-flight movies and always tried to remember to have a book with me as a back-up.
I watched the screen in anticipation of the next in-flight movie and when I saw Scooby-Doo 2 announced, I barely suppressed a groan of disappointment. Time for my back-up plan, I thought to myself as I took off the headphones, courtesy of Oceanic Airlines and started to reach for my bag under the seat.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on May 31, 2012 21:10:22 GMT -8
Jordan Piccalilli (temp-play by Lady Lee-o)
Jordan had called Jaz and told her he couldn't make it for vacation, he also told her that he booked her on a tour in the next three months. Which was all a lie, he knew lying to Jaz wasn't the best thing to do but it would make everything else that much sweeter. He had worked hard for the last four months to make it clear, this is the woman I want to marry. He worked hard and secretly to throw the best wedding he could and in three months they would be walking down the isle. She would be Jasmine Piccalilli and he knew she would forgive him instantly. Jordan made sure to stay away from the gate as the first class passengers boarded, watching as Jasmine swayed a little bit. Realizing she had been at the airport bar, he shook his head. “She must be pissed.” Jordan got himself checked in not long after, struggling through the line and into the plane to find his seat. He knew his way around a plane, but it was mostly first or business class. What was worse, he knew that Jasmine bought the second seat- he could be sitting by her right now.
He found his seat in Economy class and sat, taking out his piece of paper and pen and started to write the rest of what he wanted to say to Jaz, nervous as all hell. “I love... you are the most... yeah no. You are, grr.” He sighed and rested his elbows on the tray and his face into his palms. “She is going to crucify me.” When he was done, Jordan got up and made his way to the front of the plane. “I need to see Jasmine Carter, i'm her manager Jordan Piccalilli.” The Attendant said something about sitting down, that they were getting ready for take off. “Please it will only take five minutes, just five.” She insisted he sit back down and in a huff he went back to his seat.
Jordan spent most of his time reading and re-reading his letter, ordering a few drinks and a little bit of food to hold him over. When he was nervous he ate, after that he took a nap and after that he read some more, flipping back and forth between reading his letter and worrying. When he heard what movie it was going to be, he cursed. “Seriously you think they would do something a little better then that. Excuse me, are we being punished for something?” he asked with a smirk to the attendant, Sighing he turned to the girl next to him and smiled. “Excuse me, do you have an extra piece of paper, I need to rewrite this and I accidentally checked my notebook in with my suitcase.”
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 31, 2012 21:58:09 GMT -8
Carry-on travel bag in lap, I began rummaging through. A couple of puzzle books, a notebook about half the standard 8 1/2" by 11", pens and pencils... no book. Dammit, what did I do with my book?
“Seriously you think they would do something a little better then that. Excuse me, are we being punished for something?”
His comment to the flight attendant took me by surprise that I couldn't stop myself from laughing but I did manage to stifle it quickly for fear the attendant thought I was laughing at her expense.
“Excuse me, do you have an extra piece of paper, I need to rewrite this and I accidentally checked my notebook in with my suitcase.”
And just like that, after six hours, something as simple as asking for a piece of paper made that unwritten rule of keeping to yourself seem obsolete and, well, silly.
"Yah, sure," I said with a friendly smile. I grabbed the notebook I had shoved aside in my search for my book. "It's not normal sized paper but it's still a decent size for letters or notes, or whatever it is you're writing." I tore out a clean sheet and held it out to him.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on May 31, 2012 22:07:31 GMT -8
Jordan Piccalilli (temp-play by Lady Lee-o)
"Thanks so much, i just want everything to go perfect. I'd hate to stumble over my words and upset Jaz, she's already so mad at me as it is." Jordan wasn't sure this woman wanted to hear his life story, he normally didn't talk to strangers but he felt compelled to be nice to her. She seemed like a nice person and he already upset one woman, he didn't want to make it two. "Jaz was- no is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I constantly make her angry but, she i do it only to get a rise out of her. Just so she can laugh after and everything- well everything is better after. she's my world. I discovered her and made her what she is and i fell in love with her, we've been engaged for the last four years or so. Every time she brought up getting married i froze, but I don't want her to think i don't love her. So i set- Oh jeeze i'm sorry. Here i am rambling on and on, you don't need to hear my story. I'm Jordan by the way, Jordan Piccalilli." He held out his hand.
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Post by Lee-o on May 31, 2012 22:40:43 GMT -8
You think after flying from New York to LA to Sydney, I'd be use to flying by now. But no, every little bump had me jumping. I really hated flying and I told myself I would never fly anywhere, but going to Australia, i couldn't pass it up. So i did the only thing i could do, accept my fate and get on the damn plane. I told my friends of my plans and they had wished me luck and of course the teasing words; "Don't crash' leaving my friends Laura's lips. Oh how i wanted to smack her for that, because the whole time waiting i thought- what if the plane crashes?
Six hours into the flight and i'm watching Scooby Doo 2 because i've almost filled up a notebook of doodles. In the margins i drew little circles and squiggles, made squares and circles in funny shapes and filled them in. I also drew my little Amazon hut with the fire and the logs around it, after drawing the same things over and over - i had to just sit back and relax. Plus, Scooby Doo 2 wasn't that bad. Plus, SMG, come on now.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 31, 2012 22:45:24 GMT -8
"Thanks so much, i just want everything to go perfect. I'd hate to stumble over my words and upset Jaz, she's already so mad at me as it is."
"You're welcome," I said, not wanting to be rude and pry, I would just have to come up with my own assumptions on what the rest of what he said meant but he saved me from that by continuing.
"Jaz was- no is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I constantly make her angry but, she i do it only to get a rise out of her. Just so she can laugh after and everything- well everything is better after. she's my world. I discovered her and made her what she is and i fell in love with her, we've been engaged for the last four years or so. Every time she brought up getting married i froze, but I don't want her to think i don't love her. So i set- Oh jeeze i'm sorry. Here i am rambling on and on, you don't need to hear my story. I'm Jordan by the way, Jordan Piccalilli."
I listened intently to his rambling and couldn't help but smile. I've always been a sucker for a good romantic story and a good one was hard to find outside of fiction.
"I'm Heidi. Nice to meet you," I said, shaking his hand. "And no need to apologize. It's good to know there are people out there that are still crazy-about-each-other in love. I was starting to think that was going out of style."
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Post by Lady Lee-o on May 31, 2012 22:52:37 GMT -8
Jordan (temp-play by Lady Lee-o)
"Well Heidi thanks for listening, i'm going to try one more time to get to her. They keep pushing me away and back into my seat here." "Wish me luck."
"For the last time, sit in your seat or stay in your section. Ms. Carter does not want to be disturbed by anyone."
"I'm her manager."
"Listen pal i've heard it a million times before, i'm her manager, i'm here biggest fan. No is no, so sit down before i have someone put you down."
Jordan stuffed the letter in his back pocket and marched back to his seat, "Why can't it be like The wedding singer, damn if only I could sing." He looked over to Heidi, "Guess i'm waiting until we land."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 31, 2012 23:28:38 GMT -8
"Good luck," I said to his retreating form. I watched, slightly in awe that even after failing once, he was going to try to bend the rules again. I was such a stickler for rules because I afraid of getting into trouble and I couldn't help but be amazed and kind of jealous.
"For the last time, sit in your seat or stay in your section. Ms. Carter does not want to be disturbed by anyone."
"I'm her manager."
"Listen pal i've heard it a million times before, i'm her manager, i'm here biggest fan. No is no, so sit down before i have someone put you down."
The 'sit down before I have someone put you down' was intended to be a stern threat but it sounded like a bad line Schwarzenegger would say so I couldn't help but chuckle as I imagined the threat in his accent.
"Why can't it be like The wedding singer, damn if only I could sing." "Guess i'm waiting until we land."
"I don't think it's the singing that's holding you back. I think it's the fact it's not the 80's anymore. Plus he was the one in first class and I've never heard anybody mention any rules about people in first class going back to coach. Probably because nobody in their right mind with first class seats would want to slum it in the cramped coach section."
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jun 1, 2012 0:03:24 GMT -8
Jordan (temp-play by Lady Lee-o)
"I don't think it's the singing that's holding you back. I think it's the fact it's not the 80's anymore. Plus he was the one in first class and I've never heard anybody mention any rules about people in first class going back to coach. Probably because nobody in their right mind with first class seats would want to slum it in the cramped coach section."
Jordan laughed and gave Heidi's arm a playful tap, "You're a funny lady Heidi, thanks for humoring me today. Not many people would sit here and listen to me complain about screwing up."
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jun 1, 2012 0:13:20 GMT -8
After it was safe to move about the cabin she introduced herself to some of the business class, signing a few autographs and buying a few bottles of champagne for the trip. Some of them knew her, others didn't and she explained who she was. She signed autographs for there daughters, sons, aunts or whomever as she sipped her Champagne and laughed with them. The entire Business class section and First class section had been drinking Champagne and just having a good time. Just getting to know each other, Jinx listened to everyone, laughed when she was suppose too, and so on. She was a good actress, or maybe she was only good when she was drinking? She moved to the bathroom, did what she had to and came back out and headed for her seat, waving at the Business class as she passed out for a few hours until she woke up suddenly with Scooby Doo in her ear, “Son of- what,” Groaning she tossed the headphones down and pressed her call button, “Can I get some water please, with Lemon or Lime if you got it.”
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 1, 2012 9:38:32 GMT -8
SHANNON (temp-play by Kristi Lynne)
The endless ocean outside was far more interesting than the in-flight entertainment, so Shannon stared out the window. With an occasional glance at her half-brother, Boone, in the seat beside her. She'd insisted that things would go back the way they were between them after sleeping together the night before in a Sydney hotel room. But what did that mean? He still had the inheritance money, she still had nothing. And now he had one more mistake to lord over her--trusting Brian the idiot with her little scheme. That was exactly what she didn't need. He would probably call mommy dearest and tell her all about it the minute they landed.
She turned the overhead air vent to its highest setting and leaned back against the seat. Slowly breathing in and out. This would be a very bad place for one of her asthma attacks. A confined space packed with people surrounded by recycled air that tasted stale. It could happen, but it would be okay because she had her inhaler, right? She retrieved the purse from under her seat. She would look for it and it would be there and she wouldn't have to worry about it.
But it wasn't there. Why wasn't it there? She knew she'd packed it. It shouldn't be taking this long to find it. Her pulse started to quicken, and she could feel her lungs begin to tighten. Boone must have noticed her frantic scrambling because he raised his hand, holding out the inhaler in front of her, with a reassuring but silent look.
She took it and gave him a sincere smile. Sometimes he was exactly what she needed.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 1, 2012 19:55:36 GMT -8
She was preparing for another trip up and down the aisle to check on things when she noticed the call button from the cockpit blinking. "Havers," she answered. "Well, what do you mean by 'slight equipment malfunction'? ... No radio contact at all? ... No, no, I understand. You'll make the announcement once you've confirmed with their tower ... I hear Fiji's lovely this time of year ... Yes, sir. Thank you."
She hung up the phone and sighed. Losing communications had forced the captain to choose to turn back toward Fiji. Which meant these passengers would not be getting to LA anytime soon. But no need to panic anyone yet. She should probably restock the drinks cart before they got the bad news.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 2, 2012 8:33:58 GMT -8
***AN HOUR AND FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER, SOME LIGHT TURBULENCE
BEGINS AND STARTS GETTING PROGRESSIVELY WORSE.
THE FASTEN SAFETY BELT LIGHT FLASHES ON.***
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Post by tikkabilla on Jun 2, 2012 8:39:47 GMT -8
Clinging to her table, the girl bit on her lower lip. Flying didn't worry her but the jerking feeling in her stomach did. She hated the thought of lost control and death. One thing that went wrong became her biggest enemy and she soon found her knuckles turning white as they clung to the table before her. She'd only just sat down after briefly getting up to stretch her legs. The thought of still being standing whilst the plane was violently jumping up and down worried her and she looked around at the others.
The man beside her seemed perfectly at ease whilst the woman to her right didn't reciprocate his emotions. In front people seemed to be sharing a mixture of emotions. Rubbing her lower and upper lip together, she didn't utter a word but instead closed her eyes and leaned back.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 2, 2012 10:13:00 GMT -8
Avoiding conversation for hours on end and no access to headphones gave Kate plenty of time to think. She knew the chance of getting out of this were non-existent, but whatever animosity she'd felt for Ray faded away. She couldn't hate Ray for turning her in. For nearly three months, he had given her a job, a roof over her head, and had fed her. He finally did find out she was a fugitive with a $23,000 reward on her head but he had struggled with himself for two days before reporting her and she could tell he'd meant it when he had said it was a hard decision.
A voice cut through her thoughts. "Can I get you a refill?"
Kate looked at the flight attendant and couldn't manage a smile to break the look of defeat on her face. "No, I'm... I'm fine with this, thank you."
"You, sir? Can I get you anything? Cocktail? Soda?"
"Just coffee, sweetheart. Black," the marshal replied in his usual condescending way.
"Coffee. Sure," she simply stated with a look of disgust as she walked away.
The flight attendant didn't bother hiding that look of disgust and Kate couldn't blame her. Ever since Marshal Edward Mars had finally caught her, he'd been laying on the condescension so thick that it had deflated the initial anger and animosity she'd had toward him and now, to onlookers, she probably looked like the defeated and broken spirited wife or girlfriend of a verbally and/or mentally abusive man. She'd prefer they thought that rather than knowing the real reason she was stuck travelling with him.
Mars was taking sick pleasure out of it all and with that leer-like look he always seemed to have and the ever present condescension, he said, "You look worried. I'd be worried too, if I was you. But you've got to stay positive, kiddo. You know, there's always that off chance that they'll believe your story. I know I sure do." The last part dripped with sarcasm.
"I don't care what you believe," she said flatly, not giving him the satisfaction of taking the bait.
It didn't bother him overmuch that she didn't take the bait. After all, he won. "Oh, I know. That's true. That has always been true. You sure you don't want some more juice?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Kate lifted her plastic cup of juice as high as she could with the anchored handcuffs and managed to take a sip before the turbulence started up and the fasten seat belts light came on. She quickly placed her cup back down and leaned back with her eyes closed and hands clenched as she waited out the turbulence.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 2, 2012 11:11:41 GMT -8
***THE PLANE GIVES A MIGHTY JOLT THROWING A WOMAN UP AGAINST
THE CEILING AND THE OXYGEN MASKS FALL FROM OVERHEAD.
THE SOUND OF METAL CRUSHING AND BENDING CAN BE HEARD.
LESS THAN A MINUTE LATER, A VERY LOUD GRINDING IS HEARD AS THE TAIL BREAKS OFF, FALLING AND SPINNING THROUGH THE AIR WITHOUT CONTROL AND COMING TO A DEAD STOP AS IT HITS SAND. A SEAT WITH A MAN STILL IN IT FLIES OUT THROUGH THE GAPING HOLE WHERE THE TAIL USED TO BE*** (All the scenes of the crash on plane and on island and events leading up to it synchronized.)
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Post by Lee-o on Jun 2, 2012 13:42:41 GMT -8
When the movie was over I decided to take out my notebook and do some more doodles. My anxiety almost completely gone as i doodle more squiggles and lines, deciding to play a little MASH with myself as I wait. Wives; SMG, Alyson Hannigan, Lucy Lawless, Amber benson, Renee O'Connor. I wrote down in that column with a smile on my face, because who wouldn't want them as wives? Move over Robb, Lucy is mine. When the Turbulence started my Anxiety and fear of crashing came back ten fold, seat belt was securely fastened as my put my notebook back in my bag and clutch it to my chest. My friends words ringing in my ears, 'Don't crash the plane' jerks.
Suddenly i hear something, metal grinding and i look to my left and notice some woman flying up into the air. "Oh my god, we're gonna die." i said aloud before i could stop myself." I felt my stomach lurch but i didn't throw up, just felt like i would. When the back of the plane came off that is when i did throw up, i made sure it was at least onto the window. Sparing the persona sitting next to me on the left of vomit.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jun 2, 2012 14:09:35 GMT -8
Sarah Appleton
Sarah was use to the turbulence and it really didn't phase her at all. she kept drawing until it got worse and decided to put her coloring pages away. She kept going out of the lines and she hated that, so she decided to just sit back and wait for the turbulence to stop. but it seemed to only get worse tho, and Sarah found herself clutching Mr. Floppers to her chest. Sarah was petrified and started to shake when the plane started to make weird noises. "I'm scared Mr. Floppers," she pushed her button and started to cry, "Make it stop, please make it top." When the back of the plane came off, Sarah screamed her head off as things started to fly over head, beside her and out the back of the plane. The person beside her reached over and put the mask on her face and told her everything was going to be okay, but she wasn't so sure.
Jinx
Jasmine had been drinking off and on since the plane had taken off, she was making friends with everyone in business class. Ignoring the few people in first, and chatting up the old business men in suits. She was laughing and carrying on and paid little attention to the fasten your seat belt sign. Everyone in business was drunk if not loud and laughing, Jasmine had made sure to keep the drinks coming. "... this one guy tries to get on stage and my body guard at the time jumps on the guy and started to wail on him..." she was just about to finish her story when she got up and looked through the curtain. "What the heck is going on, are we crashing or something?" No one was there so she made her way towards Economy class, eyes wide when she saw the woman flying up. "Oh jesus." Quickly she made her way back to business class, "Everyone put your seat belts on now!" Jasmine was about to sit and strap herself in when the plane jerked, the sounds of metal pulling apart caught her ears and she felt the bile rise. She found an empty seat and sat down quickly, buckling in and started to pray she would make it out alive.
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