Alex was more then jittery. Apparently he was afraid of flying, either that or he was afraid of heights. He wasn't really sure, nor did he care. Statistically speaking he had a higher chance of being struck by lightning, he didn't under stand this shit at all. He had a mind that could calculate advanced formulas, quickly read and react, and even help him understand his emotions. Now if it could help him CONTROL them. It was more then fear though. Anger, he was enraged. There was a baby crying, it was like nails on a chalk board digging into his skull, it also needed to be changed. He could hear the two girls in the back of the plane that wouldn't shut up. One of the Pilots apparently was smoking, he could smell the tobacco. Between the first flight, that lay over in Dallas...he was not a happy person. 

  Sitting in his seat he kept taking in deep breaths, trying to remain calm, he couldn't even take his hands off the armrest. At the same time if he squeezed to hard he would crush them. Soon though he heard some one speaking "Sir?" he heard from the stewardess [b][color=ed1c24]"What!?"[/color][/b] He snapped at her as she jumped and people were looking at him as he spoke a little to loud. [b][color=ed1c24]"Sorry...I've never flown"[/color][/b] He looked forward trying to remain calm [b][color=ed1c24]"Just leave me alone please"[/color][/b].  Worst off he could smell gunpowerder, great just what he needed to get arrested by an air marshal. [i][color=ed1c24]maldito[/color][/i]! he shouted in his mind jerking his hand and ripping the arm rest off "Dios Mios!" he cursed as soon the seat belt light came on as he snapped in. They were landing and at least.

  Soon they hit the ground, and he wanted off this damn thing. Though he couldn't exactly run out. He tried to remain calm as he stood up grabbing his bag from the over head compartment. They were letting people depart now as he saw the stewardess, walking up to her he tried to smile [color=ed1c24][b]"Sorry, about earlier...Apparently I'm afraid of flying" [/b][/color]he said as she smiled to him reassuring him it's alright and she had seen worse. Good thing he managed to keep somewhat calm...or else they would be looking for the black box of this thing. 

 Once off the plane he managed to calm down a bit, It was dark out as the brisk morning air filled his lung as he took in a deep breath. The pilot said it was it was 3:00 am as he made his way into the terminal. He was tense as he clutched his bag hard, great he was the tense guy in an airport, worse thing him going off might be worse then any bomb. [i][color=ed1c24]"leave me be, leave me be"[/color][/i] kept echoing in his head as he walked. People kept looking at him as he kind of stood out. Veins in his arms were bulging out of his arms as his his face was crunched up in anger. Going to get his luggage was quick enough, it helped that people were giving him plenty off room. Grabbing his back he put it over his shoulder and walked out of the building walking away from people. He took in a deep breath as he leaned back against a pillar closing his eyes. He managed to fly on two planes and deal with three air ports with out freaking out(to much) and rampaging. Good day all in all.