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Name: Rodrigo Hernández
Job: Ex-Soldier, Unemployed.
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Ethnicity: USA Latino
Negative Traits: Suffers from PTSD, has a low self-esteem and constantly has to carry meds with him.
Description: 5'10", brown-skinned and with brown eyes and black hair, he seems twitchy, anxious and sometimes, afraid of everything.
Bio: Rodrigo was among the masses of young men who were drawn to the army with sweet promises of scholarship and a better future. Having a naive image of the conflict and believing the words of the recruiters about a "short and easy war", he joined and trained with enthusiasm with rifle, sidearm and knife, even hoping he could make it to the green berets!

When he was sent to the frontlines, he discovered war was not as romantic as he thought; training with a combat knife didn't help when the enemies attacked from afar and even his rifle was useless when buried charges shredded into pieces parts of the convoy he was supposed to guard...Blood and corpses strewn everywhere; fellow soldiers as well as innocent men, women and children. He hadn't been prepared for that.

He was finally hit by shrapnel to the torso and sent back home with a Purple Heart, without having accomplished any "heroic" feats but taking traumas with him that would last for life.

[The Anus of Discontent]

Rodrigo Hernandez added to wait list. (Too lazy to be bothered with funky letters. )

[VincValentine]

Sarah tries to make herself comfortable and get some sleep.
She hopes that maybe she'll be able to at least relax a little on this trip.

((Sorry that that took so long, my laptop broke so I have to use my phone))

[The Anus of Discontent]

((It's okay, still waiting for Elu...))

[Elu]

Enrico pass the time looking around trying to find a pattern in occupied-unoccupied seats. Also he try to discerne the last meal that sleeping guy next to him had by the smell

[The Anus of Discontent]

Chapter One: New Arrivals

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lawastooshort
Name: Jacob Rodgersen
Job: Research assistant
Age: 33
Sex: Male
Ethnicity: White British
Negative Traits: Mild fear of doctors and needles. Bad hand and finger joints. Obsession with cleanliness and things being in their place. Professional apathy. Habitual tiredness.
Description: Jacob is five foot eleven. His hair is vaguely light brown; his eyes mostly grey. His build is unremarkable but he is generally fit.
Bio: Jacob isn't really from a scientific background, he just fell into research after another more high powered job became too much for him to deal with. He's lived and worked in various European countries and is fairly happily married with one small child. This has resulted in his having greatly disrupted sleep for three years. Really, he just goes to work to pay the bills, but a large research institute isn't the worst place to work at, it has to be said, and at least he can commute on his bike. The half hour ride there and back is the best part of an average working day; picking his daughter up from kindergarten is the best part of the rest of the day. Not really mechanically inclined, he nevertheless enjoys maintaining both his bicycles. He also enjoys cooking, reading to his daughter and practising, although not as often as he should, iaido. He's only ever been able to afford a bokken though and dreams of one day owning a live blade.

Elu
Name: Enrico Sfrigolini
Job: Cook
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Ethnicity: White Italian
Negative Traits: eggplantphobia, peanut allergy, favism. He don't give a damn for his own wounds and blood, but faints when seeing someone other's blood or nasty wounds. Or needles.
Description: He is 5.25 foot tall, with a somewhat slim body. Blue eyes, light brown hair.
Bio: Enrico is the son of a farmer and a seamstress. His parents managed to rise from farmhand and tailor helper to farmer and dressmaker with their own farm and dress shop and wanted to launch their only son into the shiny upper classes. So when Enrico turned 18 they shipped him to a prestigious university in order to study mathematics and become a venerable "doctor".
Enrico's parents struggled to give him an education, and somehow they managed to do a better work than most country schools.
However, the university proved to be more difficult than expected, and the expenses more harsh. So enrico had to find some economic aid and tried various little, unsatisfactory jobs until one random autumn day, when the idea of cooking for a living literally steamed out of a potato stew.
Since then he try to balance between two life, the academic one made of parties&panties, sleepless nights and furious study, and the talented cook's one, made of asshole clients, asshole chefs, delicious delicacies and sleepless nights(yep).

Greenstarfanatic
Name:Albert Wiggins
Job:Part Time Circus Clown, other Part, Science Teacher
Age:36
Sex:Male
Ethnicity: American, white
Negative Traits:  Depression/Tired-ness from being overworked, Hates Children, and is EXTRA prone to Freudian Slips. As well as regular slips.
Description: Has Flat-ish brown hair, short legs, long arms, and an irregularly large nose. He's tried to get it reduced, but every plastic surgeon so far has turned him down. He wears a Candy-Cane Striped suit at one job, and while he's a Clown, he wears a wig with it.
Bio: When Albert was young, he kept telling himself he would run away to the circus when he got the chance, which he did, quite early on in life. He became their best clown, and later earned enough money to buy a house. Once that happened, he knew he would have to take on another job. Seeing as he was around kids at the circus so often, he thought being a teacher would be a great opportunity for him.
WRONG.
He hates the job, but can't quit because the kids love him, and if he does, he won't be able to support himself. Same with the Clown job, he loves it, and can't quit. Over time, the jobs have seeped into his unconscious mind, Giving him a hatred for children, as well as confusion over what to say sometimes. Clumsiness is also a factor, as he's supposed to be clumsy in his circus job, but he just can't turn it off now.
At this point he's depressed, lonely, and out of options. If only there was SOMETHING he could do...

VincValentine
Job: Student
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Ethnicity: Germanic, White
Negative Traits: Arachnophobia, Fear of Heights, Strong OCD, Far sighted
Description: Sarah is a little bit on the short side, standing at about 5'6", but she is above average looking with long brown hair and the glasses she always wears
Bio: Sarah was always a perfectionist, so when she came to college everything had to be right. The classes she picked, the things she did, they all had to fit a pattern, they had to make sense. So when things started going awry and she couldn't fix them, she started panicking. In order to get away from the stress, she decided to go on a vacation. But that may have not been the best of ideas.

The Hydro of Hydrovia
Name:Vladimir "The Hydro" Hydrov
Job:Barista
Age:23
Sex:M
Ethnicity:Murrica (USA)
Negative Traits: Overweight, insane, low tolerance for heat
Description:Tall and fat. Scraggly-ass beard and sideburns. Wears brown, '80s style shorts with a white button-up shirt, a peaked cap and aviator goggles. On his feet are usually slippers and today is no exception.
Bio:Hydro is a cafe barista from Louisiana who is trying to acquire sufficient funds to launch a new country. He was born in Van Nuys, California to a middle class family. He spent most of his school career slacking off and dicking around, and somehow managed to bust his ass during his senior year to graduate at a charter high school in Nevada. He then moved to Louisiana to avoid going back to California. He is minorly experienced with bolt action rifles and machetes from using them during shooting trips with his father and massacring a closet door with his own hand-made blade.

mesor
Name: Damion Smith.
Job: Ex Thug
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Ethnicity: English
Negative Traits: Poor social skills, Slightly paranoid, Driven by instinct and refuses to consider other peoples point of view until they have earned hes respect.
Description: Long tangled black hair. Pale grey eyes, Tall and thin but deceptively strong and agile, A very instinctive person who will ignore glaring problems in favor of his own instincts.
Bio: Born into a poor family in inner city London he never had much. He was constantly bullied because hes clothes were old and damaged. He fell in with the wrong crowd looking for protection and discovered that he was fast with hes fists and even faster with a blade.
He soon became one of the top thugs in the small gang but one day after an ugly gang fight he found himself covered in blood standing over a young girl.
Horrified by what he'd done he turned himself in and was given a reduced sentence. He has just been released and is bouncing around the streets with no real purpose anymore.

Damien closes hes eyes and relaxes wondering absently what kind of work he would find himself doing and if his rather violent skills would be of any use.

Leaning back in your seat, you dwell on what challenges might be ahead. Never one particularly given over to religion, the idea that God was waiting for you to get to South-Africa seems outrageous. Guess I'll just have to wait and see, you think to yourself.

Vlad is listening to Du Hast on his MP3 player. He contemplates what he could do to help Africa.

Your music pounds in your ears. You close your eyes and bob your neck to the beat. You figure that the African peoples will be relatively easy to persuade to your plans of micro-nationalism, as long as they feel that the benevolence outweighs the restrictions of your regime. Thoughts of how you'd organize your government fill your mind...

Albert snores loudly. A broadcast of Cirque Du Soleil is on the TV in front of him.

You dream that you are watching Cirque Du Soleil in person. You hear a sharp noise and crack your eyes to see that the in-flight movie is Liar Liar. You shrug. "I actually like that movie..." you mutter as you slip back into sleep.

Jacob just tries to drift off to sleep with his mp3 player on, thinking of home.

You find it hard not to take the opportunity on a quiet plane ride to pass right the fuck out. Your daughter's younger days ruined your ability to sleep without some kind of constant noise in the background... Your head hits the head-rest pillow, you put the music on low enough to simulate white-noise, and that's all she wrote... You dream of coming home to your wife and child.

Sarah tries to make herself comfortable and get some sleep.
She hopes that maybe she'll be able to at least relax a little on this trip.

While sleep has been elusive this past few days, it's taken its toll, and a quiet, smooth plane ride like this is a difficult opportunity to pass up. You slept almost the entire plane ride over, and plan on staying that way until you reach your destination.

Enrico pass the time looking around trying to find a pattern in occupied-unoccupied seats. Also he try to discern the last meal that sleeping guy next to him had by the smell.

You look around from seat to seat looking for a pattern of some sort. [5] It's really hard to find a pattern in something that's totally random... You frown and turn your attention to the man beside you. [9] You can smell his breath right now, and your face isn't even close to his. He's just been snoring with his mouth open... Sauerkraut... The man had sauerkraut... You frown.

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After the in-flight meals are passed out around the 1 hour mark in the flight, the overhead speakers chime. "This is your captain speaking, we've been having some technical difficulties. It should only increase our ETA by about an hour. Thank you for your understanding."

A few whispers can be heard being exchanged between passengers. People are wondering what kind of technical difficulties make a flight take longer... The plane hits some turbulence and the cabin shakes. Someone lets out an excited yelp as the "FASTEN YOUR SEAT-BELTS" light comes on.

When the plane stops shaking, the intercom chimes back on. "Uh, this is the captain speaking... We're going to be heading through a storm. Lightning is expected, but don't be alarmed. The plane is meant to take it."

He didn't sound very confident.

The people near the windows look out intently at the approaching storm. The whispers now a dull roar, people seem to be getting really antsy. The windows along the left side of the plane light up with a flash as you all hear a boom outside followed by a turbulent jolt. It sounded (and felt) like a hand grenade went off on the left wing... The plane seems to lean to one side for a brief moment.

*DING* "Uhh, this is the captain speaking... Everyone please return to your seats and buckle in. Please put your tray-table up and keep your seat back in the full-upright position..."

Another flash of light illuminates the left windows again. The boom feels like it was focused in the same spot again... This time, the plane leans harder... And doesn't lean back...

People start screaming. Those of you who are asleep were woken up by the first jolt. Hydro, you don't realize what's happening yet (music is up really loud). You've just felt some turbulence and seen people looking around. None of you were buckled in before the first turbulence. What is your character doing?

[mesor]

Damien using reactions born of he's time fighting quickly leans across and straps in the people sitting next to him then lowers himself to the ground in a crouched position and looks around him to check everybody is ok.

[lawastooshort]

Jacob puts on his outdoors jacket, puts the envelope, mp3 player and his wallet in the inner chest pocket before strapping self in and bracing. He tries to replay the safety talkthrough in his head, picturing where the nearest exit is.

[VincValentine]

After something that sounded like a nuclear explosion ripped her from her dreams, Sarah noticed that the plane was leaning over. Not only did the second bolt on the left bug her because it wasn't symmetrical to the other one, but she now also noticed the plane wasn't flying straight anymore. When she realized that this probably didn't mean any good, she tried to remember the security instructions, buckled up and then leaned forward while holding her legs. She then looked around to see if the people around her were doing alright, all the while trying not to think how high up she was right now.

[Elu]

Enrico quickly buckle himself up and look around, shaking the sauerkraut man in the unlikely event he's still sleeping. "you should bukle up"  he say to him "not that it will help though... if this plane gonna crash, the chance of surviving are kinda... small..." he then simply look around

[Greenstarfanatic]

Albert quickly yells F*** and buckles up. He prays furiously, although being an atheist, he doesn't know any prayers, and ends up spouting Gibberish with his head in his hands.

[The Hydro of Hydrovia]

Hydro looks around. He's almost always buckled in, but I suppose he forgot to. He does so now. He notices the commotion and puts his headphones around his neck.

[The Anus of Discontent]

Chapter One: New Arrivals

Spoiler: Players (click to show/hide)

lawastooshort
Name: Jacob Rodgersen
Job: Research assistant
Age: 33
Sex: Male
Ethnicity: White British
Negative Traits: Mild fear of doctors and needles. Bad hand and finger joints. Obsession with cleanliness and things being in their place. Professional apathy. Habitual tiredness.
Description: Jacob is five foot eleven. His hair is vaguely light brown; his eyes mostly grey. His build is unremarkable but he is generally fit.
Bio: Jacob isn't really from a scientific background, he just fell into research after another more high powered job became too much for him to deal with. He's lived and worked in various European countries and is fairly happily married with one small child. This has resulted in his having greatly disrupted sleep for three years. Really, he just goes to work to pay the bills, but a large research institute isn't the worst place to work at, it has to be said, and at least he can commute on his bike. The half hour ride there and back is the best part of an average working day; picking his daughter up from kindergarten is the best part of the rest of the day. Not really mechanically inclined, he nevertheless enjoys maintaining both his bicycles. He also enjoys cooking, reading to his daughter and practising, although not as often as he should, iaido. He's only ever been able to afford a bokken though and dreams of one day owning a live blade.

Elu
Name: Enrico Sfrigolini
Job: Cook
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Ethnicity: White Italian
Negative Traits: eggplantphobia, peanut allergy, favism. He don't give a damn for his own wounds and blood, but faints when seeing someone other's blood or nasty wounds. Or needles.
Description: He is 5.25 foot tall, with a somewhat slim body. Blue eyes, light brown hair.
Bio: Enrico is the son of a farmer and a seamstress. His parents managed to rise from farmhand and tailor helper to farmer and dressmaker with their own farm and dress shop and wanted to launch their only son into the shiny upper classes. So when Enrico turned 18 they shipped him to a prestigious university in order to study mathematics and become a venerable "doctor".
Enrico's parents struggled to give him an education, and somehow they managed to do a better work than most country schools.
However, the university proved to be more difficult than expected, and the expenses more harsh. So enrico had to find some economic aid and tried various little, unsatisfactory jobs until one random autumn day, when the idea of cooking for a living literally steamed out of a potato stew.
Since then he try to balance between two life, the academic one made of parties&panties, sleepless nights and furious study, and the talented cook's one, made of asshole clients, asshole chefs, delicious delicacies and sleepless nights(yep).

Greenstarfanatic
Name:Albert Wiggins
Job:Part Time Circus Clown, other Part, Science Teacher
Age:36
Sex:Male
Ethnicity: American, white
Negative Traits:  Depression/Tired-ness from being overworked, Hates Children, and is EXTRA prone to Freudian Slips. As well as regular slips.
Description: Has Flat-ish brown hair, short legs, long arms, and an irregularly large nose. He's tried to get it reduced, but every plastic surgeon so far has turned him down. He wears a Candy-Cane Striped suit at one job, and while he's a Clown, he wears a wig with it.
Bio: When Albert was young, he kept telling himself he would run away to the circus when he got the chance, which he did, quite early on in life. He became their best clown, and later earned enough money to buy a house. Once that happened, he knew he would have to take on another job. Seeing as he was around kids at the circus so often, he thought being a teacher would be a great opportunity for him.
WRONG.
He hates the job, but can't quit because the kids love him, and if he does, he won't be able to support himself. Same with the Clown job, he loves it, and can't quit. Over time, the jobs have seeped into his unconscious mind, Giving him a hatred for children, as well as confusion over what to say sometimes. Clumsiness is also a factor, as he's supposed to be clumsy in his circus job, but he just can't turn it off now.
At this point he's depressed, lonely, and out of options. If only there was SOMETHING he could do...

VincValentine
Job: Student
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Ethnicity: Germanic, White
Negative Traits: Arachnophobia, Fear of Heights, Strong OCD, Far sighted
Description: Sarah is a little bit on the short side, standing at about 5'6", but she is above average looking with long brown hair and the glasses she always wears
Bio: Sarah was always a perfectionist, so when she came to college everything had to be right. The classes she picked, the things she did, they all had to fit a pattern, they had to make sense. So when things started going awry and she couldn't fix them, she started panicking. In order to get away from the stress, she decided to go on a vacation. But that may have not been the best of ideas.

The Hydro of Hydrovia
Name:Vladimir "The Hydro" Hydrov
Job:Barista
Age:23
Sex:M
Ethnicity:Murrica (USA)
Negative Traits: Overweight, insane, low tolerance for heat
Description:Tall and fat. Scraggly-ass beard and sideburns. Wears brown, '80s style shorts with a white button-up shirt, a peaked cap and aviator goggles. On his feet are usually slippers and today is no exception.
Bio:Hydro is a cafe barista from Louisiana who is trying to acquire sufficient funds to launch a new country. He was born in Van Nuys, California to a middle class family. He spent most of his school career slacking off and dicking around, and somehow managed to bust his ass during his senior year to graduate at a charter high school in Nevada. He then moved to Louisiana to avoid going back to California. He is minorly experienced with bolt action rifles and machetes from using them during shooting trips with his father and massacring a closet door with his own hand-made blade.

mesor
Name: Damion Smith.
Job: Ex Thug
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Ethnicity: English
Negative Traits: Poor social skills, Slightly paranoid, Driven by instinct and refuses to consider other peoples point of view until they have earned hes respect.
Description: Long tangled black hair. Pale grey eyes, Tall and thin but deceptively strong and agile, A very instinctive person who will ignore glaring problems in favor of his own instincts.
Bio: Born into a poor family in inner city London he never had much. He was constantly bullied because hes clothes were old and damaged. He fell in with the wrong crowd looking for protection and discovered that he was fast with hes fists and even faster with a blade.
He soon became one of the top thugs in the small gang but one day after an ugly gang fight he found himself covered in blood standing over a young girl.
Horrified by what he'd done he turned himself in and was given a reduced sentence. He has just been released and is bouncing around the streets with no real purpose anymore.

Damien using reactions born of he's time fighting quickly leans across and straps in the people sitting next to him then lowers himself to the ground in a crouched position and looks around him to check everybody is ok.

[8] With a deft movement, you lean over and start buckling in the old woman next to you. In the confusion, she's been in a daze. Just watching people run down the halls to get to their seats and strap in. People are having a hard time getting anywhere on the plane, as it is now listing at an almost forty-five degree angle. She looks down at you "Oh, thank you!" You turn and notice that the guy sitting to your other side isn't back to his seat yet. [5] You try to put your head as close to your ankles as you can. Who know, maybe that will cushion the impact or something. [2] You think that you should look around one last time and see if everyone is okay. You can only see ankles, and not every seat has a pair of ankles under it. You also see some luggage hit the ground in the aisle. Someone must have opened the overhead compartment...

Jacob puts on his outdoors jacket, puts the envelope, mp3 player and his wallet in the inner chest pocket before strapping self in and bracing. He tries to replay the safety talkthrough in his head, picturing where the nearest exit is.

As the plane spins out of control, you try to reach up and open your over-head luggage to get your coat. [6] With some difficulty, you try to stand up. The person next to you says, "What the fuck are you doing!?"

"Getting my coat!" you reply, reaching up to the overhead luggage, you pop the latch. Luggage spills out, and your bag [6] lands in the lap of the person sitting next to you. The compartment door is too high now to reach, so the overhead luggage compartment continues to spill out luggage as the plane lists. The guy next to you puts his hands together and starts mumbling what seems like a prayer. [9] You were smart to put the coat on top. No knowing what the weather in South Africa is going to be like. [5] You struggle to equip the coat, the sleeves are inside out and the listing airplane doesn't make it any easier. After a short struggle, the coat is on you and you feel much safer. [8] You jam all of the important stuff in your breast pocket, before [10] strapping yourself in with ease. [5] You put yourself in a sort of sit-up position whilst sitting. You cover your head with your hands and feel mildly safer. [10] You clearly picture how you're going to make it to the escape hatch and practice the route in your mind...

After something that sounded like a nuclear explosion ripped her from her dreams, Sarah noticed that the plane was leaning over. Not only did the second bolt on the left bug her because it wasn't symmetrical to the other one, but she now also noticed the plane wasn't flying straight anymore. When she realized that this probably didn't mean any good, she tried to remember the security instructions, buckled up and then leaned forward while holding her legs. She then looked around to see if the people around her were doing alright, all the while trying not to think how high up she was right now.

[2] You fumble with the buckle, missing the hole every time you try to put it in... (giggity). You get really frustrated and start flailing at it with the buckle [6] which works, more or less. [9] You're about to get into the fetal position, when you remember the correct posture for a plane crash. You place your feet flat on the floor, your hands clamped and braced against the seat in front of you. Then you push your head against your hands. This way, all of the force will be diverted to the ground or the seat in front of you. You feel much safer. [5] You look around and see a guy trying to put on a coat. When you see him, your thoughts race to where you might be landing. Water? That's all that's between Argentina and South Africa... [1] When you think about where you're going to land, you compulsively calculate the distance you've traveled from the airport. You take into account the average flying height of a commercial airliner, how long it's been since takeoff, how much altitude would be lost from a prolonged forty-five degree turn... You arrive at the conclusion that you can't be more than another three or four thousand feet in the air, in a full spin, hurtling toward the ocean at near terminal velocity... Just seconds to go now... You brace your head against your hands again.

Enrico quickly buckle himself up and look around, shaking the sauerkraut man in the unlikely event he's still sleeping. "you should bukle up"  he say to him "not that it will help though... if this plane gonna crash, the chance of surviving are kinda... small..." he then simply look around

You [10] buckle yourself in with ease. [8] Looking around, you see a guy standing up and messing with the overhead compartment. The stewards and stewardesses are running to their designated buckle-in areas.  Looking over, you notice the guy next to you is already buckled in. [10] "You know, buckling in won't make much of a difference. In a crash, the chances of survival are very small." The man next to you frowns and appears to sink into depression.

Albert quickly yells F*** and buckles up. He prays furiously, although being an atheist, he doesn't know any prayers, and ends up spouting Gibberish with his head in his hands.

[3] You slowly yell "Fuuuuuudge!" The people around you look over briefly before going back to what they were doing (frantically buckling themselves in and panicking). [8] You follow in suit and buckle your seat-belt. You figure now might be a good time to pray...

[5] Uhh, God, I never ask for anything, ever. So... Let me live. Okay, thanks.

Hydro looks around. He's almost always buckled in, but I suppose he forgot to. He does so now. He notices the commotion and puts his headphones around his neck.

[2] Looking around, you see a bunch of people in a panic. People running left and right, fumbling to get their seatbelts on. You shrug and [10] put on your seat-belt with ease. [1] You think about taking your ear-buds out, but the music is just too awesome!

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As the plane spins out of control, it gets harder and harder you to keep your grip. The centrifugal force feels like its pulling you out of your seats. Some people hurtle down the hallways, poor sods forgot to buckle in... Or got caught out of their seat... Two more flashes illuminate the windows and the plane rocks hard. A huge explosion can be heard from the back of the plane, which shifts its weight forward. As it does, the sound of rushing air can be heard from the tail section. It sounds like... The back of the plane is wide open... But that doesn't make sense... The oxygen masks fall from overhead. People begin flailing to put them on. The plane feels like it's tilting into a nose-dive. You have seconds to act. What do you do?

[The Hydro of Hydrovia]

Shrug and enjoy the ride.

[mesor]

Damien moves out of hes seat quickly and rushing forward take the nearest empty seat near to the emergency exit and then lowers himself down and braces hes leg's quickly running over what he knows about impact's and trying to work out the best time to jump to avoid the impact entirely.

(( I wasnt intended to tuck my head down it's one of the tricks i picked up when i was younger and went to army cadets they taught us that in a hand to hand fight you should lower yourself into a crouch because it lowers your center of gravity and improves you balance and also allows you to put the full force of your body into an attack or to lunge a fair distance coming up ))