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Christina "Chris" Hollingsworth


	All Chris could remember was the last conversation that she had with her dad, discussing the plans for when she arrived at her destination while boarding the plane. Now, as she looked around, she would see the front of the plane was smashed in and ripped in certain places, allowing for a blinding light to shine in her direction. the luggage slung from its' compartments, strewn about the floor. No wait, the roof, Chris was upside down. Checking the seatbelt that was currently holding her in place, she would find that it was jammed. 
	Mumbling very unladylike words under her breath, Chris would notice a man beside her, blood dripping from what looked like a shallow cut on his head. Giving him a nudge, Chris would get no response, but notice that his skin was just a tad cooler that what it should be. Stretching her arm out just a bit, she would place two of her fingers against his neck, feeling for a pulse. Her palms getting sweaty, she would realize that the man was dead.
	Doing her best to keep calm, Chris would look up to find a small luggage bag in the compartment above her. Unfortunately, the belt was around her chest, not her waist, so she did her best to wiggle further up into the seat. The belt barely giving, she would manage to make her body slide up just a tad. Reaching up as far as she could feeling that her arm might come out of the socket if she reached any further, she would manage to get the strap of the bag, wiggle it around and make it fall into her lap- before it fell over her lap and into the foot of un-rising water. Once again, saying un-ladylike words, she would pause for a moment to think while looking herself over for injuries. Poking and prodding here and there, she would find nothing but a bloody nose.
	Then the idea came to her. When she was little, her grandfather would carry around a pocket-knife on his person. Not that it was a actual stereotype for elderly men, but it was worth a shot. After all, she needed to do her best to save the people that were in the water. Feeling the pocket closest to her, she would find a small item that fit into the palm of her hand. Mashing a small button on the side of the object, she would find that it was indeed a pocket knife. Starting to slide the knife back and forth against the surface of the belt - the part that was at her waist- she would find herself free after about five minutes. Free falling for a short period of time, she would then find the pocket knife 1 inch from where it would have cut her hand, surrounded in the foot of water. On the bright side, it was cold compared to the heat of the day.
	The few people that were in the water, she would use the rest of her force to push out of the liquid, hopefully saving them from drowning. With no other signs of life, she would walk out of the hole in the side of the plane into the bright sun. It was apparent that the plane landed in the water, then slid further onto the shore. Looking around, Chris would find herself surrounded by large trees', greenery and well.... everything green and brown. She could hear birds chirping, though did not see the creatures. Leaning up against the side of the damaged object, she would try to regain her sense of mind. 

@Pripovednik

Christina "Chris" Hollingsworth

Gender: Female

Nationality: British/English

Age:19 years.

Profession/job: Chris had just graduated high-school last year and was preparing herself for college. She was currently working as a intern at a music production place. 

Skills (practical): Chris has a wide variety of skills. Some so called "practicals" would be: Cooking, knot/rope-tying, back-packing, general knowledge of survival skills.

Skills (specific): Creating music: Christina is a virtuoso and knows how to play a very large variety of instruments. She also has experience with Blue-prints.  

Brief Bio: Christina, preferably Chris, was born to a small family in a small family in Greece where she lived for a full 5 years of her life before her family decided to go back to England. There, she spent her life in her studies, playing the guitar, violin and piano more than any other instrument. At the age of 13, her mother died of cancer, leaving Chris to live with her father. The reason for her being on the plane, actually, was flying to his new worksite.

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