Post by Leslie on Nov 2, 2011 3:53:20 GMT -5
(A little description for details of the flight)
Flight 666 took off from it's airport in Augusta, Maine at around 10:30 AM. The flight was expected to take quite a long time, but it would end up taking way longer then anyone had anticipated. It was a ways into their flight before things went downhill for them. The flight was roughly 2,000 miles long. The flight held 320 people and currently had about 225 passengers, give or take a few.
It was a beautiful, sunny day. Not a single cloud for miles. The water was a gorgeous deep-blue below them, and the flight was generally smooth. There was not a single sign of land anywhere for miles around them. It felt as if they were flying into the end of the world, even though they had a destination.
Abby was sitting comfortably in her chair with her head leaning against the side of the plane. Even though it was nothing but blue ocean for miles, she was mesmorized by how amazingly blue the water looked. It was way different from where she went surfing on the beach, where the water looked nowhere near as clear and blue. The water below reminded her of Hawaii, and it brought back fond memories of her time there. She was so lost in thought and focused on the water that for her it almost seemed as if nobody else was on the flight with her accept her. The music she had playing on her IPod was helping sooth her mind into relaxation. Thoughts of her plans to go camping while being in Puerto Rico made her smile to herself. She loved to go camping, even if it was by herself.
(Jenna)
Jenna was sitting with her mom by the window. She claimed the window seat for herself but barely ever looked out of it, instead spacing at the seat in front of her. So far it was quite obvious that the flight wasn't helping, but her mom was hopeful that the beach in Puerto Rico would or just seeing new scenery would help. Her mom pointed out how blue the water was and what a nice day it was, and she silently looked out the window and gave off a quick, fake smile, then went back to her frown at the chair in front of her. Her mom just sighed and rubbed her daughters back. Even through all these years it was still so hard for her to see her daughter like this, and especially to see her get worse and worse. Even though her daughter had tried to hide it, her mom had found out that she cut herself. It was hard for her to hide the scars and sometimes the bleeding from it.
(Luchino)
Luchino was glancing through one of those magazines on the plane, having nothing better to do right now. There was nothing that really interested him in it. It was mostly junk. He decided he'd wait for the Flight Attendant and get himself a beer just to have something to drink. It was a very nice day outside he noted, but he knew that over the ocean the weather could change quite dramatically, and quickly.
So he sat there, waiting.
Flight 666 took off from it's airport in Augusta, Maine at around 10:30 AM. The flight was expected to take quite a long time, but it would end up taking way longer then anyone had anticipated. It was a ways into their flight before things went downhill for them. The flight was roughly 2,000 miles long. The flight held 320 people and currently had about 225 passengers, give or take a few.
It was a beautiful, sunny day. Not a single cloud for miles. The water was a gorgeous deep-blue below them, and the flight was generally smooth. There was not a single sign of land anywhere for miles around them. It felt as if they were flying into the end of the world, even though they had a destination.
Abby was sitting comfortably in her chair with her head leaning against the side of the plane. Even though it was nothing but blue ocean for miles, she was mesmorized by how amazingly blue the water looked. It was way different from where she went surfing on the beach, where the water looked nowhere near as clear and blue. The water below reminded her of Hawaii, and it brought back fond memories of her time there. She was so lost in thought and focused on the water that for her it almost seemed as if nobody else was on the flight with her accept her. The music she had playing on her IPod was helping sooth her mind into relaxation. Thoughts of her plans to go camping while being in Puerto Rico made her smile to herself. She loved to go camping, even if it was by herself.
(Jenna)
Jenna was sitting with her mom by the window. She claimed the window seat for herself but barely ever looked out of it, instead spacing at the seat in front of her. So far it was quite obvious that the flight wasn't helping, but her mom was hopeful that the beach in Puerto Rico would or just seeing new scenery would help. Her mom pointed out how blue the water was and what a nice day it was, and she silently looked out the window and gave off a quick, fake smile, then went back to her frown at the chair in front of her. Her mom just sighed and rubbed her daughters back. Even through all these years it was still so hard for her to see her daughter like this, and especially to see her get worse and worse. Even though her daughter had tried to hide it, her mom had found out that she cut herself. It was hard for her to hide the scars and sometimes the bleeding from it.
(Luchino)
Luchino was glancing through one of those magazines on the plane, having nothing better to do right now. There was nothing that really interested him in it. It was mostly junk. He decided he'd wait for the Flight Attendant and get himself a beer just to have something to drink. It was a very nice day outside he noted, but he knew that over the ocean the weather could change quite dramatically, and quickly.
So he sat there, waiting.