[center][sub][h1][color=lightcoral]мcĸenna avery ĸnowleѕ[/color][/h1][/sub]
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Interacting With ☬ Co[sup](le)[/sup]-Pilot [@Pilatus] ☬
[sup]Get it..Cole the Pilot ~ Cole-Pilot! Haha.. okay, don't laugh at my puns.. it's okay. No one does :lol[/sup]
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Kenna dismissed the pilot's need for grouping together for a pep talk and the suggestion to sit down. Not with the way her head had been feeling, but she wouldn't let anyone on to that. She knew just how to act to make it seem like she was okay, Kenna always had such major control over herself with even the worst of wounds bothering her. She however heard inventory was needed to be inspected, perking her interest to help out, suddenly. [b][color=lightcoral]"Let me find my luggage pack and I'll help you with that, sir."[/color][/b] Making her way back to the cargo hold, Kenna twisted the latch open and yanked the door ajar, immediately spotting her bag. Grabbing the damned thing, she pulled it closer to her and knelt down to dig through it. Grabbing out the two loaded mags, shoving one of them up into her Tavor SAR-16, then unfolded and locked her Kel-Tec SU-16B into place, repeating the same step. Sliding the Kel-Tec strap over her shoulder, she picked out a single set of clothes she could wear, a new shirt to change into, her notebooks and the two extra empty mags with a couple ammo boxes to accompany them.. shoving all but the shirt she'd brought out to change in to her carry-on. She wouldn't need the rest, and she knew that. The plane didn't have enough on it to sustain them till help arrived, if it did at all. Things like this were easy for Kenna to get through, she'd done it a couple of times back in the day. This would be no different.

Returning to the front of the plane, Kenna saw the pink haired female and the man she'd previously helped getting warm together, exchanging conversation. It was good to see from the both of them, it meant they didn't sustain terrible injuries that would have most definitely knocked them out again by now. Kenna on the other hand was having issues standing straight, but refused to let herself sit down. Shit had to get done. She made her way passed the ethnically mixed man, stopping a few feet away to turn and watch him continue going over the bodies marking x's on the deceased people's foreheads. Her lips formed a hard, thin line as she witnessed him do this, taking a slight offense to it but decided not to speak on it. She knew it would help in the long run, but felt it highly disrespectful to do such a thing, instead, tried to ignore it. Kenna knelt down to a child she noticed slumped over in their seat with the upper half of their, one could only assume, parent's body collapsed over them. Most likely to shield the poor child in hopes of survival, for at least one of them.

First, Kenna checked the adult but quickly moved on to check the child's pulse when she found none on the parent. Kenna's heart dropped. [i]There was a pulse.[/i] Almost in a panic, she immediately pushed the parent's shielding body off the child and sat the [url=http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee407/ATattooedGirl/Child%20Characters/Toddler-Boy-Style_zpsduw85uzz.jpg]dirty-blond boy[/url] up in his seat, looking him over. [color=lightcoral][b]"We got another live one, over here. Child. Seat 9, Row J,"[/b][/color] she called out towards the Pilot up front. The poor boy was out cold. Releasing his seat belt, Kenna gently tapped the boy's cheek a few times to attempt waking him. [color=lightcoral][b]"Hey there, buddy. Can you hear me? Come on, bud. Wake up."[/b][/color] It wasn't much longer before the boy's eyes fluttered open, his expression quite confused as he looked around the inside of the plane. That is, until he found himself looking over at his bloody, motionless father beside him, in which he screamed out indefinitely, scrambling away from the lifeless body in which he broke down into immediate tears.

[color=#73C6B6][b]"Daddy![/b][/color] The boy screamed, his whole body language proved to those around him in the room that he was conflicted. Would he stay away or rush to try waking him? Before he could make a decision, Kenna gently grabbed up the young boy with her left arm barred over his chest and the other beneath his legs to put him in a sit position in her grasp. The small boy kicked and screamed, screaming for his father all the while Kenna quietly 'shhhh'd him repeatedly to try and calm him down. She realized the time he'd began thrashing about in her arms, he seemed to cradle his right arm against his chest. Kenna decided to focus his attention on that. [color=lightcoral][b]"Hey, hey hey hey.. buddy. Easy, now."[/b][/color] Gently, Kenna sat the boy down in an empty seat in the front row far away from where his lifeless parent was, waiting till he looked her in the eye, still sniffling and hyperventilating. His eyes were forced into slits, which was probably due to his growing headache he had to have had by now from a possible concussion and crying to add to it.

Kenna tucked her hair behind her ear and gently shifted the gun strapped over her shoulder, looking back into the little boy's eyes. [color=lightcoral][b]"Hey there. Are you hurting anywhere besides here?"[/b][/color] she gestured to his lower stomach where his seat belt had been, knowing full well he'd have some kind of bruising there from the impact. The boy nodded slowly, tenderly holding his arm up an inch above where it'd been laying before. [color=lightcoral][b]"Well, I used to be a doctor in the military back in the day. Mind if I take a look at your arm? Might hurt a little, but it's best we check out what's wrong with your arm now before it gets hurt worse, okay?"[/b][/color] His slow nod assured her it was alright as she began to gently squeeze his arm as she ran her hands over his little arm, pulling her hand away when he lets out a tiny cry. There was a fairly large lump protruding from his forearm, it had to be broken.