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[color=lavender]Dorian Gray[/color]
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Dorian was a heavy sleeper. The deepest sleeper he knew. But, even this level of turbulence caused him to stir in the sleep state he was in. Lifting his sleep mask he found himself looking irritated until there was a pause in the plane's temper tantrum. He deserved this sleep and damn it he was going to enjoy it. He had after all, just sold one of his malamutes. A deep red colored female named daisy he had been especially proud of and now he was sleeping off the odd guilt he always had after handing over one of the canines. Resulting in a lot of praise and the continued support for the dogs. 

Before he could put the sleep mask back on he heard the creaking...the groaning. Not good sounds to hear coming from a plane. Probably not good sounds for any flying instrument, but thats beside the point. He watched as the luggage banged against their captors and eventually broke free. Instinctively he grabbed his very steampunk styled yet sturdy water proof back pack and put it on. Seat belt still on this proved very uncomfortable, but with the idea of the plane going down....he very much wanted to keep some supplies on hand. Especially the gas mask held within given that he had no idea if when he possibly found land that it would be entirely safe to be on. 

Then, it happened. That sucking sound of something torn in two and one half diving toward what Dorian suspected was the ocean due to the heavy tug of gravity. Dorian had luckily put on the oxygen mask that had popped in front of him and kept his hands on the seat belt. He would not drown in a plane in the middle of the ocean dammit. [i]Next time I'm offered a private plane...im taking it[/i] No thoughts of death simply a sarcastic thought as the plane plummeted closer. What did that say about him he wondered briefly.