[center][sub][h1][color=#ef2031]Angelino Fabbro[/color][/h1][/sub]
[hr]Interacting With {} | Kiki Williams [@Azaria Blue] | McKenna Knowles [@A Tattooed Girl]| Isaac Arnaud[@Klaykid] | Coleman Lee Stephenson [@Pilatus]
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The pilot, god thanks. The pilot surviving was great. They were trained for such situation, right? He leaned on the seat for support and was listening to what the man was saying. For a few moments he felt his vision dance but he pushed that to the side, focusing on deep breaths. They had to leave the plane. The warmth of the cabin was slowly leaking outside and was replaced with the cold. The woman turned to him, and he gave a small nod. 
 He gave her a affirming nod that he was okay,  watching her then go off to most likely get her own stuff. If they had to leave the plain that would be most logical do... He hoped it was. Plus he didnt want to lose the documents he worked so hard on... Just thinking about that made him feel horrible idiotic...to worry about such things after a plane crash... Silly... He rubbed his head, his mind started to wander instead of focusing. He simply stood there instead of getting to move. The woman must have noticed it as she took his suitcase out from over his seat where it survived offering it to him.

 "As the captain said, we need to leave. Grab whatever you need."

"Indeed. We do." Angelino moved to the side picking his carry on bag as well. Slining that one over his shoulder. They had to leave, his nose twitched as he became more aware of a strong smell. Which didnt bore good news, especially not combined with no fire please. He passed by the the other well passengers... and stopped. He couldnt help it.

"Lets check if anyone else is alive but... unconscious before we leave. Can you two help? It will go faster." He asked them before he turned to the other side of isles and leaned over two young people who hold hands. He desperately wanted to get away from all the blood  but he couldnt leave in good continues if he wasnt sure they didnt left anyone behind. SO he shock both bodies and remembering first help from his driver lessons searched for puls. 
He did this for several seats, but all were dead. Some seats were empty as they passengers were on the floors. Angelino slowly knee down to check the young teen and when he saw a horrible looking gash on his neck and eyes wide open he left the plane. His head spun and pained at moments, the motions not feeling the best, and he felt as emptying his stomach again. Retching but not having anything to in his stomach anymore he stood just few steps outside the plane wreck. He never saw so many dead people. The cold air actually feeling good against his 
nausea. 

He moved few steps more away and turned to look at it. Refocusing and breathing. He counted his heartbeats feeling how they slowed down. He waited out not knowing what to do now. He spotted the pilot and gave a wave to gain the man attentions. "Now what do we do? "