by Bᴜʀɴɪɴɢ Sᴋʏʟɪɴᴇs. » Sat May 27, 2017 4:10 pm
Novak Peter Ellis ➵ {- ♂ / 18 / ♥ / Tagged: Skylar, Zander/ Location: Crash Site - }
The appearance of another survivor surprised Novak, he had heard the voice calling out but the thick black smoke engulfed the boy's form until Zander was right next to them, looking as badly injured as Novak felt and Skylar looked. Even in Zander's injured state, Novak was glad that another person had survived the crash. Feeling the adrenaline wavering in his body, Novak reached out a hand to grab the back of the plane seat Skyler was currently siting in to kept him upright, unsure for a moment if the plane was spinning or if it was just his vision. It was the site of Skyler's bloody palms that shocked him back into focus, another surge of adrenaline igniting his limbs, barley taking the edge off his pain. "I'll check this side..." Novak spoke when the girl asked for bandages. Taking a look around, he found a thrown open case of luggage sitting under an empty row of seats. Hobbling towards it, he tossed aside a few useless things before finding a pair of cotton shirts: one red, the other dark blue, Novak shoved them into his bag. By the time he returned, he saw that Zander had found a scarf that worked decently well to stop the blood. "Good work" Novak praised, relived that Zander had stopped the bleeding. "Are you good to walk?" he asked Skylar as he noticed the smoke start darken even further, they didn't have much time left. Another rush of relief ran over him as he watched the girl stand. Novak nodded his head when she said they should leave, strongly sharing that sentiment. "And quickly" he added. "I checked a lot of the other passengers on the way over here,...none of them made it. I think we are the last ones on the plane still" he informed them, a note of sadness and strain to his voice, he had known people on this plane, had good friends on this plane, he didn't see why he survived when so many had not. He followed Zander towards the exit, walking behind Skylar, sometimes using the backs of chairs to help step over some of the debris that littered the walkway. "I'm Novak, nice to meet you two...I wish it was under better circumstances though,...like,...any other circumstances" Novak badly joked, half-heartily trying to laugh, humor was his copping mechanism. Even if he wasn't good at it.