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[centre][h1][color=orchid]Jordan Evelyn Burkstein[/color][/h1]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/D10oceV.gif[/img]
[b]Location:[/b]Flight BAW229; Los Angeles to London.
[sup]Interacting with: No one[/sup][/centre]
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Jordan stared at the window of her seat, trying to ignore the people around her, particularly the mouth breather beside her that seemed to want to compete with the noise the plane made. She tried to push it all aside, but she was nervous. More nervous then she ever had been before. She wondered at the wisdom of having chosen a window seat when she was afraid of heights. What had ever possessed her to do that? Sadly staring out the window was a crap ton better than staring at her fellow passengers. Even if it was making her somewhat dizzy to do so. It wasn’t that bad, really. There was something almost magical about flying over the clouds, as long as she didn’t think about the fact that she was hundreds, if not thousands, of feet in the air. Which of course she was now thinking about. Trying to make herself appear smaller in her seat, she brought her knees up to her chest to perched there. She wrapped her arms around her knees, and rested her head on them, her cheek pressed against the top of one knee as she continued to look out the window. 

The mouth breather continued to grow annoying as his sounds grew louder. Was the man actually asleep? How could anyone sleep on this flying tincan? Weren’t they afraid of falling? She had to reason with herself that not everyone was as neurotic as she was about flying. Other people actually enjoyed it. Somewhat crazy people, she was sure. Turning her gaze so she was instead staring at the back of the seat in front of her, Jordan let out a soft sigh. She closed her eyes, intending on getting some sleep. At least she was quieter than the mouth breather.  Or so she hoped. She closed her eyes tightly as some sort of turberlance began, and a small whimper escaped her. She never understood turbulence. What, did they hit a bump in the air? She understood that that was the basic concept of it, but… how?

As more turbulence hit them, she shook slightly, fear freezing her limbs. She hadn’t put her seatbelt back on, even as she wondered if she should do it right then her body wouldn’t obey her. Instead, she clutched her knees tighter, another whimper escaping her. She knew that planes had periods of rough patches, but that did nothing to still the rising panic attack she felt within her. She tried to focus on her breathing, knowing she couldn’t really flip out… but it became harder and harder to contain the panic as the turbulence continued. Was it even turberlance? She was starting to doubt that. Was the plane having difficulty flying? 

It just became progressively worse, and Jordan let out another whimper, opening her eyes a fraction, flicking her gaze around. Incredibly, the mouth breather was [i]still[/i] asleep. She would have thought he’d died, if it hadn’t been for the noise he was making. How did he not wake himself up? It amazed her, and for a moment, that took her mind of the planes difficulties. Until turbulence occured once more. And with it, a groaning and creaking noise. She couldn’t help it, a small cry escaped her. She imagined the plane being torn apart by the rough turbulence, and she shook. She was going to be flying through the sky until she went “Splat”. 

Tears started to fall, tracing trails down her face… rattling from the luggage… the creaking and groaning threatened to pull the plane apart, and even as that image came to mind, she knew she should buckle herself in again. It didn’t matter that it was logical, that she should do it, she couldn’t make her body obey, frozen in fear as she was. She should have taken a boat. A nice little cruise before she started her new life. It was too late to wish for that, and she let out a sob, no longer caring what others thought of her. Finally, unable to stand it, she shoved at the mouth breather, [color=orchid]”What are you, stupid? The plane is shaking and you’re asleep? So deaf from your own noisy breathing that you can’t hear that?”[/color] She managed to rise, her legs shaking, and gripping the seats in front of her, she made her way shakily to the isle. 

As an explosion rocked the plane, she gripped the chairs either side of her, letting out an ear piercing scream that was drowned by the noise. In a split second, she was leaping back to the cover of the seats, as the luggage fell from its compartment, crashing to the ground. She dashed at her tears, as she sought to survive, despite knowing it was hopeless. She struggled once more to the isle, not sure what she was going to do, but knowing that she had to do something. Hadn’t there been something about life jackets, in the safety instructions? Where were they… ? She strained her memory, ignoring the screams around her. 

Under the seat. She dove back to her seat, ignoring the mouth breather, and struggling, she grabbed her life jacket. Shrugging into it, she made sure it fit, but didn’t inflate it. Not sure what it would do, she nevertheless felt better for having it. As the plane was torn apart, she struggled a moment or two, but the force of the wind, and gravity had her falling ever as the plane hit the water. She let out a scream, as her wandering hands scrambled for a hold to latch herself onto, her nails ripping as she struggled. 

As her feet hit the freezing cold water, she closed her eyes and stopped her struggling. As she fell into the water, she drew in a deep breath, before ducking her head under, and diving down. She kicked powerfully, seeking to clear the plane before she reached up, and inflated her life jacket. The buoyancy hit her and she was yanked up as the now inflate jacket sought the surface. As her head broke the surface, she let out her breath, shaking her head, and glancing about her. Had she survived? She couldn’t believe it. How had she survived? She looked around to see if anyone else had, but between the waves and the fires, the wreckage, she wasn’t sure what she was hearing. 

Starting to swim, she hoped she was going in the right direction for land… or at least people. She swam around the wreckage, her breath coming in and out hard as she swam, the life jacket a bit of a hindrance but knowing that it was probably saving her life.