Óscar instantly stood up, grasping onto anything that he could as he made his way into the lockers containing the parachutes, almost tripping and falling down due to the shakes that the plane itself suffered, holding onto a rope that was luckily attached to the metal hull, sighing slightly and grasping his parachute, putting it on and looking around: He was fucked, he had a fear of heights.

[b][color=00a651]"This is safe you [i]imbécil[/i], come on..."[/color][/b] he thought to himself, still holding onto the same piece of rope that he had previously grasped, his breathing getting calmer and calmer as time went on, just to raise and go as fast as possible when something happened. [color=2e3192][b]"Your turn pal..."[/b][/color] the co-pilot said. Those words made his blood freeze, shaking his head before frowning, shaking his head again [color=00a651][i]"Come on, come on, Óscar [i]joder[/i]."[/i][/color] he kept thinking, the sound of the wind rushing by tormenting him slightly.

[color=00a651][b]"This is safe...right?"[/b][/color] he asked, to no one in particular, just to reassure him...which was confirmed by the co-pilot obviously shaking his own head in the seat and lazily replying [b][color=2e3192]"Yes, it is, just make sure to pull the rope when you're near the ground."[/color][/b] Óscar nodded, going near the door of the plane itself, grasping onto a piece of rope before putting a hand on his cheek, his hand slowly turning into a fist as he sighed loudly.

[color=00a651][b]"I'm not a viking, but still, Valhalla!"[/b][/color] he yelled, before jumping out of the plane, trying to distinguish any other person that he could stay near to. He knew it wasn't possible, but some kind of moral support would of have been really, really good right at that moment...but none of that happened, instead he kept yelling in terror as the wind and some water drops hit his face, wiggling in the air.

[color=00a651][b]"Aaaahhh! [i]Ostia puta[/i]!"[/b][/color]