A Trip Gone Wrong *Not Accepting*

[~*Reeses*~]

Jason found that his eyes had closed once again due to nervousness but only moments later did they shoot open again and turn to look at River. She had asked the question that he had been hoping she wouldn't ask, "Err.. no I'v been on a plane before. It just wasn't a very good experience." He had decided to save her from the long story he could have told about why he was acting so nervous but he figured that if she really cared then she'd ask.

A few years back Jace had been on a plane with his mother to Denver, Colorado where most of his family lived. While they were on the plane something had gone wrong in the control room of the plane and they were forced to crash land. Luckily no one had gotten killed though many were seriously injured, like his mother. Ever since then he's had a small fear of planes though it isn't that bad, knowing that it could have happened to any plane what was flying but it just so happened to be his.

After the few minute flashback, Jason snapped out of it and turned to look at River again, "So.. how did you get invited?" he asked not only because she had asked him but because he wanted to change the subject and not let her have the chance to ask what his bad experience had been.

[driftingsakura]

Switching off his phone, the black haired boy sighed, already missing his precious electrical device. Remembering he could always draw and small smile replaced his slight frown. Inuro grinned as the plane took off, shouting "V1!" He absolutely loved planes and at one point in his life wanted to be an air crash investigator. "Chew some gum, it should help." He held out a small packet of gum for the group.

As he over heard the others muttering about their dislike of the this form of transport, Inu threw some chewing gum into his mouth (to stop his ears popping) while sheepishly muttering, "I suppose I shouldn't start talking about explosive decompression..." It was to no one really, but Inuro grabbed a sketch book and decided to draw the scene before him - Piper and Morgan. He had never received an answer to his question about that picture, so Inu stretched away at the paper, attempting to get the basic shapes.

[[Hey guys, I will not be on tonight. No matter how much I tell myself I might make it, I won't. I've got a a huge amount of work (all for one subject) and I have to learn a whole German essay (off by heart) for tomorrow. So I'm pretty stressed/overwhelmed. I'm really sorry...]]

[Witch of Dementia]

(Aah! That sucks; I'm learning ASL and Dutch so I feel for ya)

Lissa nodded and fiddled with her pocket knife, concealed in the pocket of her jacket. Nimble fingers released the blade and captured it again in a cycle of fluid motions. These motions and the feel of the dulled edge of the blade against her deft fingers calmed her. Everything around her began to blur and loose relevance as she drifted off in reverie, soothed by the repeated motion and the hum of the jet.

It was a few pregnant moments before the tall silver-eyed girl realized Jason had spoken again. "He was a patron at the local pizzeria I work at. Met him while I was waiting his table and he just randomly proposed the trip." She replied offhandedly.

[spookskingcal]

My comp is acting up. Wont be able to post until tomorrow!

[pidgey]

[Bump?]

[driftingsakura]

[[Bump guys?]]

[pidgey]

[I'm just waiting for Kall's reply.]

[driftingsakura]

[[Me too! :3]]

[spookskingcal]

((Guys, I'm so sorry that I haven't posted in a while. I hurt my hand really bad, and I'm just getting it to where I can type at a normal speed. Here. My post.))

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The Silent Rebel
||17||Single and Crushing on....?||Surviving Partner: Inuro||On the Jet||

"Ah! Hello passengers! You may now unbuckle and walk around the jet! Thank you!" The pilot clicked off the intercom and soft music started. It didn't have words, and it sounded suspiciously like the music played in elevators. The kind of music that makes you want to pull your hair out and beat your head against the wall. And this was the way Morgan felt after about five seconds of the music. She groaned loudly and pulled back out her laptop. She swtiched it on and pulled up Pandora. My Chemical Romance she typed into the Search Radio box. "Enter." The first song that came on was "Helena" by MCR. She smiled to herself and hummed for a second or two before saying, "I hope ya'll don't mind. The music that was playing on the speakers was driving me nuts."

Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.

Life's a b*tch, but so am I.

I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure.
I make mistakes, I am out of control and
at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst,
then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

By Myself yet Surrounded by Many


Morgan-ish

[spookskingcal]

((Hello??))