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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 26, 2006 15:10:11 GMT -5
The mid-section of the 777 Oceanic Flight 815 airplane, including the Economy Class rows 11 to 30.
SEATS COVERED IN THIS THREAD: 13A - Ruth Coll 13B - Grace Schaeffer 15A - Krystal Wilmington 15B - Mystery person X 15D - Sawyer 16A - Sayid 16B - Ashlee Stone 16D - Michael 16E - Walt 18E - Brittany Thompson 19A - Hamilton McCarthy 19B - Alice McCarthy 23A - Jack Sheppard 23D - Rose 23E - Bernard 23H - John Wilkshon 23I - Heidi Rittner 24A - Percy Severin Darling 24D - John Locke 25B - Molly Ann Sharpe 25E - Sarah Jessica Appleton 27G - Edward Mars 27H - Kate Ryan 29C - Charlie Pace OTHER SEATING CHART NOT IN THIS THREAD 01C - Jasmine "Jinx" Carter 04C - Sarah Parker-Sheppard 09E - Boone Carlyle 09F - Shannon Ruthford 33E - Hurley 42F - Ana Lucia[/b]
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 26, 2006 15:45:25 GMT -5
***Heidi enters from Sydney Airport Gate 23***
HEIDI
I walked down the aisle, looking at my ticket again. 23I, I kept repeating in my head as I watched the numbers climb on my way down the aisle. I finally came up to row 23 and shoved my carry-on into the overhead compartment, then sat down in seat I. I had a window seat, which was what I requested since I loved looking out the window of the plane.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 26, 2006 15:51:26 GMT -5
JOHN WILKSHON
I stumble through the seats, already feeling trapped. I hate planes. It's not right, it just isn't.
Fear of flying is very common. It's understandable. Fear of cows, that's what you get laughed at for. Not that I have a cow phobia, I just eat the bastards.
Spider phobia is understandable, but irrational. I don't have a massive fear of spiders, I just don't like them on me. I'm more scared of the tiny ones, then the ones that are a foot long in the jungle and eat chicken.
I collapse into my seat, glancing at the woman next to me.
Oh great. They sat me next to a Goddess of beauty. Now I'm gonna spend the entire plane journey trying to not look at her, so she doesn't think I'm a massive pervert. I am a massive pervert, but why would I tell anyone?
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 26, 2006 16:09:12 GMT -5
HEIDI
I absentmindedly played with the dog tag necklace as I stared out the window. I felt someone sit down next to me and looked over. He looked nice, which I was thankful for because I was afraid of being seated next to someone who didn't look friendly. It'd be awkward sitting for so many hours next to someone you didn't feel comfortable talking to.
"Hi," I said with a small smile, then looked back toward the window, giving him the option of whether to carry on a conversation or not.
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sugarplumfairy100
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Post by sugarplumfairy100 on Aug 26, 2006 16:10:20 GMT -5
ASHLEE: Ashlee made her way down the isle, repeating "16b" under her breath. She finally saw it, and collapsed into it, placing her hand-bag in the overhead comparment, and glanced around. A teenage boy was sitting next to a pretty woman. He was blushing. Cute, real cute. She caught sight of the blonde haired girl again. She had to stop doing that. People'd think she was a friggin' stalker or something.
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Post by sugarplumfairy100 on Aug 26, 2006 16:18:21 GMT -5
MOLLY: She strode down the isle, searching the the rows when her eyes met a dark haired womans. Molly frowned, and looked away. She found her seat. Her entire row was empty. Damn. She hoped she'd be with someone she had something in common with, or at least didn't snore.
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Post by Tyson on Aug 26, 2006 16:19:21 GMT -5
Charlie checked his seat number one more time, "29 C". He looked at his watch and thought, we should have left by now. He began to get nervous and started tapping his fingers on the arm rest.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 26, 2006 16:43:27 GMT -5
U.S MARSHAL
Putting a jacket over her hands so no one would see the cuffs (no need to cause panic) he pushed her along the aisle, strongly but gently, so no one would suspect anything. They reached their seat. "Here we are, honey."
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Post by sugarplumfairy100 on Aug 26, 2006 16:54:24 GMT -5
ooc: I'm not sure where Sun and Jin sit, so I'm just going to have them sit randomly at the front of the plane together. SUN Sun glanced at her ticket. Her seat was near the front, as was Jin's. She settled herself down, and stared around nervously at the other passengers. She saw the blonde haired girl, and gave her a small smile. A teenage boy was sitting next to a pretty woman; a dark haired woman was on her own in the row, and behind her was an extremely nervous looking man. He was tapping his hands on the arm-rest, and looked sweaty.
Sun found her mind wandering to the black car. Even now, she wasn't sure she'd done the right thing. She stroked the flower, and placed it on the armrest separating hers and Jin's chair. He smiled at her. She pulled out an English magazine, and opened it up. Jin frowned. "Sun, why are you reading that magazine? You cannot read English!" "I like looking at the pictures," Sun replied. "The clothes are beautiful," "You are easily pleased, my Sun. Look, I bought you Korean magazines," he placed them in her lap. "I will look at them later," Sun forced a smile.
JIN Jin nodded, and glanced at his watch. Only when they were in the air, would they truelly be free from Sun's father. All he had done, had been for the beautiful woman sitting beside him. " Do you need anything, my Sun?" Sun shook her head, and flicked through the magazine. Jin sighed, and leant back into his chair. Sure, it was worth it. He loved her. But empathy wasn't one of her strongest points.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 26, 2006 16:58:21 GMT -5
KATE
She kept her face pointed in a direction where less people would see her and would immediately look away from people who made eye contact as she let him push her down the aisle, not really caring right now since there really wasn't any way for escape. She glared at him for a moment after he called her 'honey', then sat down in 27H and continued to ignore him. Her expression was a sad one but you could still see she had spirit.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 26, 2006 17:02:58 GMT -5
"Oh, hi. Hi." I replied.
Oh crap, she's talking to me. What the fuck do I do?
"It's a big plane."
Oh God I'm a massive idiot.
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Post by drewdeburg on Aug 26, 2006 17:09:29 GMT -5
"Why, some poor sod has to sit next to you on this flight," Krystal said nastily, "Or did you book both seats 'cos your fat?"
"Well actually I am not the half assed moron you thought I was," the fat man shot back, "I found you and managed to get the seat next to you."
"Your point?" Krystal asked impatiently.
"Well, we are going to -"
"No! Just stop, okay. I will never listen to you again, ok? Just get me through this 15 hour flight God, and I will repay you, I promise."
They were getting looks from other passengers by this point. An Arab man behind them looked up from his magazine with distaste. A long haired and depressed looking man nearby gave them a "look that could kill". A black haired girl, with a nose piercing looked up as well.
Krystal decided to stop. Rule 1 of being a perfect woman: NEVER create a scene.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 26, 2006 17:14:41 GMT -5
HEIDI
I turned back toward the person next to me and smiled. Seeing that he was nervous helped me to feel not so nervous about talking to a stranger. "Yah, it is. I think it's the second biggest after the 747, but don't quote me on that. Do you fly a lot?" I asked, trying to keep from having those awkward silences between conversations.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 26, 2006 17:16:25 GMT -5
"Not really. Small phobia. Small old argument, big chunk of metal in the air. Kind of un-nerves me."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 26, 2006 17:48:39 GMT -5
HEIDI
"I hear ya. Makes sense. I've always loved flying. I think it's amazing how that big chunk of metal can stay up in the air." I paused a moment. "I always thought of it like a roller coaster ride and I do so love roller coasters."
I also thought a little turbulence was fun as were smaller earthquakes, but I didn't want to admit that and have him think I was crazy.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 26, 2006 17:50:03 GMT -5
"Never really been on a rollarcoaster. Ireland doesn't have the greatest theme parks. I went to Alton Towers once, and David Brent was right when he said it was rubbish." I said. Great. Babbling again. Like she knows who David Brent it.
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sugarplumfairy100
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Post by sugarplumfairy100 on Aug 26, 2006 18:03:27 GMT -5
Molly leaned back in her chair, and yawned widely. She tied her hair back loosely, and pulled out her book, The Kid, her reading glasses, and a bottle of water. She took a swig, and glanced to see who was sitting next to her. He was a large man, with a main of thick, curly hair. "Hi," Molly said, with a small smile. He was busy pulling his Walkman from his bag.
HURLEY "Hey dude, I'm Hurley,"
MOLLY "I'm Molly," she replied, thamkfull that she was sitting next to a cheerful person. He placed the walkman on his knee.
HURLEY "So, if ya don't mind me askin', why were you in Austrailia? Dude, sorry, sounds like I'm so kinda perv," he laughed.
MOLLY "Travelling. I was on my gap year from uni,"
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Post by JINX on Aug 26, 2006 18:13:47 GMT -5
~Sarah~
::entering from Gate 23::
Sarah sighed and made her way to her seat 25E she was sitting a little further than she like, she wished her father could have bought her at least a Buisness class. she wasn't complaining really, but there was much more room there. she sighed and hoped she wouldn't get people asking her. "Aww honey are you traveling alone?" or all these other annoying questions.
she flew once before, but never by herself... she was scared. She held Floppers close and hugged him. "its ok Floppers, Grandma will meet us when we get there." she smiled and had her little backpack on her back, Crayons and coloring book now out and she was ready to fly... or so she hoped. "Please don't let me freak out..." she whimpered.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 26, 2006 18:13:50 GMT -5
HEIDI
I had a surprised look when he'd said he'd never been on a rollercoaster. "They're so much fun. So you're from Ireland, huh? I like your accent," I said smiling.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 26, 2006 18:15:05 GMT -5
ME......OBVIOUSLY
"Thanks." I replied. "Not much of an accent, really. I suppose to you it sounds stronger, it isn't a great deal back in Ireland. You're American, right?"
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