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The Crash

Oceanic Flight 425 from Wellington New Zealand to New Orleans United States of America

Ding “This is your Captain we seem to be experiencing some turbulence, at this point in the flight I would like to ask all the passengers to return to their seats and fasten their belts.” The announcement was barely audible above the shaking of the plane. Ding “…spea…. Tur…” Then the cabin was filled with a rush as masks deployed but it was too late already the plane was roaring from the sky hurtling towards the beach of a jungle island.


The plane gouged earth from the ground leaving wreckage of metal and vegetation in it's wake. Surprisingly there were a shocking little number of fatalities with most passengers escaping with cuts and bruises. Now the motley passengers have to learn to salvage what they can and survive on the island until rescue comes, if it comes.

The name on my Passport reads.…Robin Belladona Gann
But you can call me….Robin but her close friends call her Ruby
As you could have guessed I am…. Female
Maybe this is a little less obvious but I am…. 22 April 25
It might seem hard to believe but in my time I accomplished…. An English major with an emphasis in Journalism
It is because I am so…. Robin is a whole lot of unmotivated to try. This isn’t because she is lazy or dull it is because she is scared to try and fail. With her whole life that is how she is; always taking the safe option, nothing that she can fail at. Thus it makes sense that Robin is very proud, she can’t tolerate any one doubting her worth or making fun of her.
Just listen I can explain.… Growing up Robin lived in a middle class American family. Nothing really strange: a mother, father, brother, dog they even had the little house in the burbs. Like most suburban families Robin’s parents lived vicariously through their children. If she and her brother had to hear one more high school glory day they were going to get really familiar with the business end of a gun. The problem was her brother really did commit suicide over the crushing pressure to be Johnny Basketball in his father’s footsteps. Robin never forgot the words he said to her before he ate his bullet: “Don’t let them get you too.”

That was her senior year and being already eighteen she left her parents house with little more than her car with some clothes and bedding. She already had been acceptable to the local state university and never looked back at her parent’s house. Through scholarships and student loans Robin is putting herself through college including semesters abroad in different English programs.
Now that you know me you should know I will miss.… music, photography, driving, sleeping, hot showers
But I will be glad to never see some things…. fast food, cell phones, roommates
I will miss this person more than anything…. azreal425


The name on my Passport reads.… Myles Brandon Chapman
But you can call me…. Myles, Kilometers or Kilo
As you could have guessed I am…. Male, though, my appearance looks a little androgynous.
Maybe this is a little less obvious but I am…. I am eighteen years old, born on June seventeenth.
It might seem hard to believe but in my time I accomplished…. I am a college student and an accomplished musical artist.
It is because I am so…. Myles is just a bit cryptic, he likes to speak in riddles and talks as if everything is dead and rotting. He wants the world to burn, to see this sickening world become nothingness so that the people left may create something beautiful. Not only is he a classic case of crazy, he a hopeless romantic, falling into love way too fast and to easily, making him prone to doing rash things. He is impulsive, jumps to conclusions as fast as a heroin addict takes to the drug. He's not all that eager to trust anyone and is influenced by just about anything anyone says, sadly.
Just listen I can explain.… Raised by a mother who was barely there and a father who was abusive, that is, when he was there, which was even rarer than when his mother was around. His little brothers, Joshua and Bryon, were pretty much dismissed, more so than himself. Bryon was taken away by his father at a young age, as was Josh by his own father. When his father finally left his mother and married again, they gave him a little sister, Ashton, who was a damned queen in their eyes. This again left Myles as the unwanted child, they treated him like a slave, having him do everything around the house. From fixing just about anything to making meals that the family criticized him about.

Eventually, he got out, but not before everything began to spiral downward. His youngest brother, Bryon died from spinal meningitis, which made him feel even more at loss in the world that had since rejected him. He went from high school to a college in Florida to learn how to record his own music. He left that place behind very quickly and with the help of a few friends got together enough money to produce a demo. He then shipped it off to all different labels, and a few expressed interest in his talents. As of now, he is running around the world, trying to make it to all of his shows on time.
Now that you know me you should know I will miss.… One of Myles' most favorite things is music, after all it can express every bit of rage and sadness in such a beautiful way. His second would have to be drawing, in his free time, he sketches out simple little cartoons that are one of his vices. Thirdly, he swears by the X-men, well...more like Gambit, just because of his sick ability to throw anything with the potential to blow up.
But I will be glad to never see some things…. Superman, scene kids, and any kind of country music.
I will miss this person more than anything…. Modest Alien Waltz


The name on my Passport reads.…Alayna Renee` Morison.
But you can call me….Rennie, if you prove yourself. Otherwise, Alayna will do just fine.
As you could have guessed I am…. Female.
Maybe this is a little less obvious but I am…. Twenty-one, born on the sixth of June.
It might seem hard to believe but in my time I accomplished…. All Alayna knows is how to have a good time; she spent most of her teenage years in the "Underground", though she did try her hand at community college.
It is because I am so…. Despite the obvious aura of intellegence Alayna gives off, she's always prefered to have fun rather than to do any kind of work. She's always the first to a party and the last to leave, and prides herself on being THE tease anywhere she goes. When she's not on any sort of high, and the reality of her life hits her, she almost always shuts down and becomes very cold, distant, and violent. If you're brave enough to widdle away at her defenses, and help assure her that her life isn't that far in the gutter, she will become the most loyal friend you could ask for.
Just listen I can explain.… Alayna grew up in a broken home - the only child of an avid alcoholic mother and a ghost of a father. This was both a blessing and a curse during her younger days, seeing as how her mother was always too intoxicated to care about what she was doing or who she was with. By the age of fourteen, she had developed a love the "darker" aspects of life, and began to dress in the "goth" trends. Three years later, when her mother failed the notice, Alayna took it one step further and started to go to "Underground" parties - industrial raves, master/slave parties... you name it, she was there and drinking/smoking/snorting anything she could get her hands on.

By the time Alayna was twenty, she had done and seen things most people wouldn't wish in their worst nightmares. With the drugs came violence, and the lithe woman often subjugated herself to drunken brawls... all for the sake of "feeling" something. Despite the various partners she'd had over the years - male and female alike - she still felt as if she were missing something; some "key ingredient" that would make all of her woes disappear. With this thought in mind, she traveled to New Zealand, hoping that their "Underground" scene would lighten her moods, and perhaps she'd find someone worth spending some time with.

As luck would find it, Alayna did find someone - a young woman by the name of Taylor. It seemed that the two women had so much in common, that it was decided they would follow a cult following of sorts around the world, who rented out abandoned structures and the like to host elaborate raves. Their next destination was planned to be New Orleans, just in time for Mardi Gras.
Now that you know me you should know I will miss.… Fast cars, loud music, glow sticks, latex body suits, cellphones, soda, absinthe, clove cigarettes... gods, cigarettes in general, and cocaine.
But I will be glad to never see some things…. Family movies, coffee franchises, anime freaks, and babies who can't live up to her expectations at a party.
I will miss this person more than anything…. Victoria of Aragon


The name on my Passport reads.…Dr. Katina Noelle Skaarsgard
But you can call me…. Doc, Doctor, Kat, or No-e, your choice
As you could have guessed I am…. X Chromosome
Maybe this is a little less obvious but I am…. Twenty-Five, Born December 13th.
It might seem hard to believe but in my time I accomplished…. I have just completed my masters in the feild of medicine and family practice at Harvard University. The first to complete a college education of this magnitude.
It is because I am so…. Perplexing. Those who know me say that my face does not match my mannerisms. I am strong, confident and overly protective of my being, more so that others have a hard time understanding me. I am strict when it comes to my career, so please do not question my authority on the proper procedure when dealing with someone else's life and their illness, or I shall come down upon you like a bat out of hell. Other than that, I am calm and collective, I tend to talk to myself in order to keep my head cleared of stress and fear.

My fellow doctors know me as the strict ivy league doctor who gets the job done, I have been compared to a certain T.V program involving a crippled doctor and his poor attitude towards his patiants, but I have never even seen the show so I cannot say yes or no. But I know that I am a hardass, you have to be in this field. Outside of the clinic I am somewhat detatched from everyone, living comfortably in my own apartment day in and day out with no friends. It's just a part of my charm, strict and personal. I was put on this earth to heal, not be your best friend.
Just listen I can explain.… Rich family, three elder female siblings. What could possibly be the story on this one? Simple. Mother was obsessed alabama pagent winner and father was a texan oil company owner with money to burn on what ever cheep floosy came his way. As children we were placed in beauty pagenst for children our ages and there was no time for a life outside of that if you know how serious these crazy woman take these things. So my sisters and I stomached through the hell we called our childhoods and though I found it all repulsive, my elder sisters could not find themselves doing anything else.

However, I hated it all. I had good looks, I will give my mother that, but I had a mind for things greater than just make up and beautiful dresses. I loved anatomy, gene-therapy, broken bones, brain surgery, it was all so mesmorizing. In high school, a professor who was kind enough for me to call a friend, filled out the application for Harvard University on a scholarship. My parents were not going to pay for it if I was not going to join the beauty pagents as well. Being a doctor seemed like a mistake and an embarrassment to the family. Whatever... But I was accepted, with my 4.01 grade point average and excellent recommendations. I said farewell to my family right after high school and never looked back. Once completed, I found myself a clinic right away and took the Chief of Staff position right out of college. I was planning to travel to a foreign country to aide the support groups with medical supplies and my services, I need the community service hours.

Now that you know me you should know I will miss.…

[@] Working in the morgue
[@] Clinic hours with cancer patiants
[@] Sitting at home with my dog, Morpheous
[@] Painting in my studio
[@] Long morning jobs on the beach

But I will be glad to never see some things….

[?] Long winded meetings on clincal trial medications
[?] M.R.I test runs
[?] Having to wake up at three in the morning
[?] Take-out
[?] Ex-boyfriend and his pressure to get his things back...

I will miss this person more than anything…. ..s.k.i.t.t.l.e.s..

[[ Sorry about the post above; I was checking to see what colours worked, and the damn thing posted without me hitting a thing. e e; Ugh'. ]]

Alayna used her left hand to tease at her now wind-blown blonde tresses, her emerald eyes scanning the shore-line carefully. Shewasn't here. She wasn't anywhere in sight - not in the wreckage, not along the beach-front... nowhere. Taylor had seemingly vanished, or more accurately, Taylor had probably been ejected out of the plane shortly before impact, and her lifeless corpse was now drifting along with the cerulean waves behind her. Perfect; just ******** perfect. As her fingers began to fist at her disheveled locks, the lithe woman's eyes caught a sight that brought her a temporary calm - a fellow smoker.

Scratching at her scalp a few times, the young woman began to rummage around in her pockets for her own pack of cigarettes. With a triumphant little sigh, Alayna pulled out a pack of Marlboro 27s, flicked open the pack, and removed one of the dozen or so sticks with her lips. Alayna then turned to face the other woman, nodding her head once in her direction before speaking. "What's up? It was a simple enough question - or was it a statement? - that she hoped would be accepted as just simple banter. Despite her near death expience, Alayna wasn't sute in the mood for making friends just yet.

As she stuffed the pack of smokes back into her left pocket, the woman retrieved a small book of matches - the only damned incenerary devices the air-lines would allow these days. Once her own cigarette was a glowing ember against the harsh winds of the beach, she stuffed the matches back into her pocket and took a long, satisfied drag. With her emerald hues scanning the faces of the other survivors, a strange thought crossed her mind - what if Taylor was still alive? The girl was damn near as resilent as she was, after all... it was possible she'd simply wandered off into the jungle before Alayna had come to. Nodding with this newfound thought, the woman flicked the ash from her cigarette, and readied it for another drag.

Robin braced herself for another barrage of insults and guilt trips when the blonde approached her. Instead she got a smoking buddy. She took a shaky drag off her cigarette as the girl asked what was up. Robin gestured to the beach with a sweeping arm movement and her eyes closed her eyes letting smoke escape her mouth before answering. “Well not our ******** plane, which I thinks sums everything up.”

The woman made a strange hiss of a chuckle to part her lips - the dark lipstick she had so carefully applied in the jet-liner's bathroom smeared horribly, yet she couldn't find the will to care. Her dialated pupils preformed another quick scan of the beach, which only further assured Alayna that she wasn't the worse looking person loitering around these crystal waters. It was a small comfort, but one that barely registered in the youth's mind. It was somewhat ironic, however, that in spite of this disaster, she was still more concerned about how she stood up with society's view of her. Pathetic, even.

Using the back of her free hand, Alayna began to scrub away at the dark makeup blindly, hoping that she got most, if not all of it. Her eyeliner was probably just as bad, but there was no way to tell. She supposed she could walk closer to the water - abandon her smoker's post - but that would mean getting close to all of... them. Alayna may have talked a tough game back when she had her group to back her up... but here... on this island - without Taylor - she felt as if she had no power; no strength of her own.

Maybe she'd luck out, and find a shrink still alive. Then, maybe they could make some sense out of her ******** up behavior.

As her fingers instinctively flicked the asses away from her and the other woman, her emerald eyes caught a strange sight. Someone was in the water. Someone was trying to play hero, and pull a woman... Oh, god! "Taylor!?" Before the thought had any hope of registering within her mind, the blonde was bounding toward the waters, leaving her smoldering butt of a cigarette in her wake.

By the time she reached the crashing waves, the female's face had formed a tight scowl. For some reason, that a*****e had just left Taylor in those waters! With her lithe fingers pulling the rest of her pale tresses out of the messy pig-tails, she chanced another glance into the turbulant waters. "Why the hell did you just leave her there!? Help her!" Alayna's mind was reeling in these moments, and when she saw how the man had doubled over, this only cuased further confusion for her fragile mind.

With her emerald hues again fixating upon Taylor's discarded visage, the horrible realization hit her full force. Great; just ******** great... her previous macabre thoughts had been correct? Taylor wasn't alive; her body had been strewn across those hellish waves... and Alayna was now entirely alone. The one person who had understood her - loved her, even - had been viciously torn away from her, left to die in some gods forsaken beach! Tears began to burn at the corners of her eyes, but Alayna refused to shed them now. Not with the promise of rescue so close at hand. Instead, she turned her back upon the wreckage, the dead and the dying, and tried to focus on finding her bags. She would have at least three cartons of cigarettes somewhere... and Taylor probably had a few of her own. That, and her make-up, clothes, and other such personal items might be ruined unless she found them quickly.