.:: Welcome to Warblerland ::. SEMI-LITERATE

[james moriarty]

((-hackcoughnotReedI'mnotthatcruelhackcough-))

[angelblaines]

((Jerk. I was terrified there. Someone needs to go into a coma, I say Shane. Plane crash over Indiana.))

[james moriarty]

((Coma.. Haven't we already done that? No... Nevermind. We need a long coma... And when they're not sure if Shane will pull through.... Sofia might come visit. XD How does a plane crash cause a coma? Just head trauma?))

[angelblaines]

((Shush. Just....Go with it... >.> And Id think we've done a coma?))

[james moriarty]

((Have we? Blaine's wasn't much of a coma. It wasn't long... Was it? A week at most?))

Reed didn't even glance at his phone as it buzzed again. He waited impatiently for the light to change, and as soon as it flicked to green, he pushed the gas pedal to the floor and shot off. In no time at all, he was at the airport. He parked on the side of the street, not caring if he got towed, and ran inside.

[angelblaines]

((ooooh yeah....That was 2 weeks.))

Shane gazed out the window as the plane picked up speed, eyes lost and expressionless. A single tear ran down his cheek as he watched the life he had made drift away, and the plane gained altitude, giving more and more distance by the minute. He leaned back against his seat and prepared for the long flight, closing his eyes. A stewardess came by and gave him a pillow, and he happily accepted it. Only when he began to drift off to sleep did the plane lurch, causing him to jump. "Sorry, just a bit of turbulence," Assured the pilot, but even his voice sounded wary. Not five minutes later did a loud explosion cause Shane to scream. He stared out the window, horrified at the burning wing. The plane began to drop, and it was a full-scale panic. The pilot was yelling muffled things- which Shane found difficult to hear, and he was attempting to pull the plane up. But it didn't help. In the moments before the plane hit, Shane sent out a text to Reed. I love you. And then, his world went dark. Dark and painful.

((I GOT it! He goes deaf ))

[james moriarty]

((-smacks upside head- Not permanently! We can't have a deaf Darren Shane!))

Reed slumped in the hard plastic chair as he watched the people rushing about. He had just been informed that flight 267, straight through from Lima to Denver, had left. The television blared in the backround, adding to the din. Reed's phone buzzed and he looked at it, thoroughly puzzled by the text he had just recieved. Not that I'm not happy, but what's that about? -Dormouse

[angelblaines]

The news behind Reed came on, the announcer sounding urgent. "Flight 267 has crashed just outside of Lima, Ohio, suspected to be a difficulty with the engines. More on this developing story, we go to Kathy. Kathy?" The announcer said grimly, voice full of concern. "Yes Ted, it seems not 10 minutes after the flight left did one of the engines explode, causing the plane to plummet and hit the ground hard, leaving only a few alive. 52 passengers died, among which were even several children and families. The 7 remaining are being extracted from the crash site now, and it is unsure if they'll make it or not," The woman said, the burning form of the plane smoking behind her.

((Duh. But for awhile.))

[james moriarty]

Reed's head whipped around as he heard the breaking news. No, he must've heard it wrong. Flight 267 was definitely not the one that crashed. The newscaster must have said something else; actually, he was pretty sure he had heard her say 167. He read the screen and his heart plummeted as he saw the caption: 'Plane Crash in Ohio: 52 dead.' "No. No." he whispered, tears threatening to spill forth. Reef rushed to the information desk, "Excuse me? What was the flight that just left? It was going from here to Denver?" "Flight 267, sweetie." Reed stumbled backwards, falling over the ropes that had been out in place to direct the line. "No. Shane." he whispered, tears falling as he watched the screen. The chances that Shane had survived were not good, at all. He sent a quick text to Blaine, then sat back down, nervously awaiting news on the crash. And hoping beyond hope that Shane had gotten lucky.

[angelblaines]

The news briefly flashed the seven found alive, the gruesome pictures of their unidentified bodies. 4 had been identified, wallets intact from the crash, but the other 3 either had none or had lost their identification in the rubble.

Blaine giggled with Kurt, laughing with Rachel and Mercedes at the happenings of McKinley. He felt his phone vibrate and, smiling, checked it. "Turn on the news?" He said aloud, confusedly staring at the text from Reed. He shrugged and clicked it on, and grew more confused. When the pictures danced across the screen, a sudden thought hit him, 'was one of those shane?' or worse, 'was shane one of the dead?'. He noticed another text, from Shane. He opened it and read, Boarding flight 267 to Denver. Thinking about transferring back. (Sent 20mns ago) Blaine's mind clicked into place and he let out a horrified yelp, dropping his phone.