~~~~~MAX~~~~~
"I was just going to ask if you were ok." the girl says, her voice soft and almost enchanting...
Stop it, stop it, stop it! I have to get my act together. No way am I gonna let some girl blow it for me! Not a chance in hell! And trust me, Im there!
"I'm fine" I state, still holding my paper up high. I snake my hand round the side of my paper and grab my small glass of alcohol that one of the flight attendants came by and gave me earlier. I quickly bring it back round and take a sip. Im trying to savour it...I need to get through this flight without causing anyone to start looking at me. I need to get off this flight with dignity so I can then go and take my stuff in private. That way this new soap wont kick me off again. This time I'll be more careful so that they dont find out.
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"I'm fine" He states and I nod my head knowing that he can't see me, "Ok." I simply say. I see him grab for the small glass of alcohol and bring it behind the newspaper. Weird. That's all I can think. This guy was either scared to be on a plane or simply didn't want to interact with anyone, while on the flight. I'll take door number two, thank you. From the way he talked to me, he obviously didn't want to talk to anyone else, either.
"I'm fine" He states and I nod my head knowing that he can't see me, "Ok." I simply say. I see him grab for the small glass of alcohol and bring it behind the newspaper. Weird. That's all I can think. This guy was either scared to be on a plane or simply didn't want to interact with anyone, while on the flight. I'll take door number two, thank you. From the way he talked to me, he obviously didn't want to talk to anyone else, either.
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Isabel
All through the days before I was to leave for the Bahamas I had doubts whether or not I could really go out on my own and control the disease which had practically taken over my life but my mentor,Angela, from the rehab centre had been with me every step of the way...reassuring me that I was strong enough to battle anything I came up against and I believe her.Even today just before I boarded the plane she called me telling me how proud she was of me...that was all it took.I am going to make the best fo this holiday and go back stronger than ever.
I look around at the other passengers after I sit down...Max said he'd be on this plane but I can't see him...oh well I guess I'll catch up with him later.Thanking my stars that I am not stuck inbetween two people I glance over to see whose sitting next to me...a slim blonde girl.As long as she doesn't chew her food loudly and snore when she takes a nap,I'll be more than happy to have her by my side during this flight.
Putting on my headphones I listen to some music,fastening my seatbelt before the plane takes off.Somewhere,just after take off I am guessing,I must have fallen asleep because I am awakened by the flight attendant offering my a drink, "Thanks." I say politely when I take it from her.Checking my watch I realise we had taken off half an hour earlier.I mentally slap myself for not bringing a book along to read and I am not really in the mood to watch the inflight movie.How the hell am I going to pass the next seven hours?
All through the days before I was to leave for the Bahamas I had doubts whether or not I could really go out on my own and control the disease which had practically taken over my life but my mentor,Angela, from the rehab centre had been with me every step of the way...reassuring me that I was strong enough to battle anything I came up against and I believe her.Even today just before I boarded the plane she called me telling me how proud she was of me...that was all it took.I am going to make the best fo this holiday and go back stronger than ever.
I look around at the other passengers after I sit down...Max said he'd be on this plane but I can't see him...oh well I guess I'll catch up with him later.Thanking my stars that I am not stuck inbetween two people I glance over to see whose sitting next to me...a slim blonde girl.As long as she doesn't chew her food loudly and snore when she takes a nap,I'll be more than happy to have her by my side during this flight.
Putting on my headphones I listen to some music,fastening my seatbelt before the plane takes off.Somewhere,just after take off I am guessing,I must have fallen asleep because I am awakened by the flight attendant offering my a drink, "Thanks." I say politely when I take it from her.Checking my watch I realise we had taken off half an hour earlier.I mentally slap myself for not bringing a book along to read and I am not really in the mood to watch the inflight movie.How the hell am I going to pass the next seven hours?
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Michael
I let out a small, silent groan and look over at the fat old woman whom is sitting beside me. She continues too snore, unaware of my stairing, as drool drips down the side of her chin. I shudder slightly in disgust and force myself to look away. This is desperatly going to be a long flight!
Alex
I lean my head back against my seat and sigh. I miss the band. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy being solo. But my band is like my family. I force my head back up and wet my lips, suddenly feeling thirsty.
Fiona
My feet are killing me! I am the air hostess, not a waistress. But does that matter? No, of course not. One of the flight attendants just had to get sick leaving me to take their spot.
A man motions for me to come over, which I do, although I am very annoyed. What does he think I am, an air hostess. Ok, so maybe I am, but I am not suppose to be! I put my hands on my hips and politely as I can I ask "What would you like?"
I let out a small, silent groan and look over at the fat old woman whom is sitting beside me. She continues too snore, unaware of my stairing, as drool drips down the side of her chin. I shudder slightly in disgust and force myself to look away. This is desperatly going to be a long flight!
Alex
I lean my head back against my seat and sigh. I miss the band. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy being solo. But my band is like my family. I force my head back up and wet my lips, suddenly feeling thirsty.
Fiona
My feet are killing me! I am the air hostess, not a waistress. But does that matter? No, of course not. One of the flight attendants just had to get sick leaving me to take their spot.
A man motions for me to come over, which I do, although I am very annoyed. What does he think I am, an air hostess. Ok, so maybe I am, but I am not suppose to be! I put my hands on my hips and politely as I can I ask "What would you like?"
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I absolutely hate planes. I hate the cramped seating, the height, the food, and the horrible in flight movies. But today, it isn't so bad. Because I'm on my first undercover mission, which might lead to a promotion. And that would make up for the whole plane thing. Taking out a book, I start reading, anything to keep my mind off the fact that we are probably flying over the ocean.
The book isn't very good, so instead I take out my file, about the counterfeiter I'm supposed to be on the trail of, and read it secretly for about a minute, before giving up on that. The woman sitting next to me looks as bored as I am, so instead of reading, I try to start a conversation.
"So, pretty long flight, huh?" I ask, but then realize I sound like an idiot. "I've never been one for planes..."
I absolutely hate planes. I hate the cramped seating, the height, the food, and the horrible in flight movies. But today, it isn't so bad. Because I'm on my first undercover mission, which might lead to a promotion. And that would make up for the whole plane thing. Taking out a book, I start reading, anything to keep my mind off the fact that we are probably flying over the ocean.
The book isn't very good, so instead I take out my file, about the counterfeiter I'm supposed to be on the trail of, and read it secretly for about a minute, before giving up on that. The woman sitting next to me looks as bored as I am, so instead of reading, I try to start a conversation.
"So, pretty long flight, huh?" I ask, but then realize I sound like an idiot. "I've never been one for planes..."
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*Hailey*
I've never been on a plane before so I have to admit I'm a tad nervous, but they seat me next to the handsome fellow who seems to have a handle on things. He appears a little anxious. He must be going somewhere important. After about 5 seconds in the air I make a startling conclusion. I absolutely hate to fly. This isn’t a new concept I’ve always known that I for one like to keep my feet on the ground. I don’t enjoy taking unnecessary risks or indulging in anything slightly dangerous.
Which is why my agent, Linda, who is also one of my most trusted confidants assured me that a book signing in the Bahamas was just what I needed. Fun in the sun and a little adventure to help inspire my next creation. Looking out the window I see nothing but clouds and I visably gulp. How did I let her talk me into this? I wish I was at home at the Ranch working on my next novel and riding my horses at night. Trying to make the best of an already awkward situation I toy with the bag of peanuts the stewardess gave me.
The sucker won’t open to save my life. It seems outwardly defiant against my attempts to free it from the confines of the plastic wrapping. I’m about to say words that ladies aren’t supposed to know when the gentlemen beside me states, "So, pretty long flight, huh?" He questions. I smile politely thinking his statement is a tad redundant. "I've never been one for planes..." Happy to have someone to share my discomfort with I reply,
“This is my first time…” Quickly I add, “On a plane I mean.” Holding up my evil bag of nuts I allow my distress to show. “Do you think you could open these for me?” I inquire hoping I don’t come off as a total flake.
*Maria*
Boarding the plane was a breeze. Well besides the fact that our stewardess is a complete ditz. Shamelessly flirting with all the male passengers I laugh at her antics. Got to love the ladies of the skies. Staring down at yet another magazine with my face plastered on it I can't help but wonder. What is it all for? I'm obviously unhappy playing this role that has been created for me. Why can't I just do my own songs? Several passengers seem uncomfortable flying ,but I couldn’t be more at ease.
After all I’ve been jet setting half way around the world since before I can drive. I’ve learn to find home in a little of everywhere I travel. It’s the only thing that keeps me sane. The woman beside me seems oddly familiar. I could almost swear I’ve met her before or perhaps we’ve hung out in the same entourage before. She’s rather beautiful in an almost other worldly way. Absent mindedly I twirl with a long blonde lock of hair that has come undone from my half way up half down hair.
It took my hair stylist forty-five minutes to create the ‘new look’. I can almost bet you that if I rolled out of bed and threw it up myself no one could tell the difference. Yep, I paid a flamboyantly gay named Pierre $200 for this do. How sad is my life? Turning to the woman beside me I ask, "Have we met before?" Not a highly orignial question but it works.
I've never been on a plane before so I have to admit I'm a tad nervous, but they seat me next to the handsome fellow who seems to have a handle on things. He appears a little anxious. He must be going somewhere important. After about 5 seconds in the air I make a startling conclusion. I absolutely hate to fly. This isn’t a new concept I’ve always known that I for one like to keep my feet on the ground. I don’t enjoy taking unnecessary risks or indulging in anything slightly dangerous.
Which is why my agent, Linda, who is also one of my most trusted confidants assured me that a book signing in the Bahamas was just what I needed. Fun in the sun and a little adventure to help inspire my next creation. Looking out the window I see nothing but clouds and I visably gulp. How did I let her talk me into this? I wish I was at home at the Ranch working on my next novel and riding my horses at night. Trying to make the best of an already awkward situation I toy with the bag of peanuts the stewardess gave me.
The sucker won’t open to save my life. It seems outwardly defiant against my attempts to free it from the confines of the plastic wrapping. I’m about to say words that ladies aren’t supposed to know when the gentlemen beside me states, "So, pretty long flight, huh?" He questions. I smile politely thinking his statement is a tad redundant. "I've never been one for planes..." Happy to have someone to share my discomfort with I reply,
“This is my first time…” Quickly I add, “On a plane I mean.” Holding up my evil bag of nuts I allow my distress to show. “Do you think you could open these for me?” I inquire hoping I don’t come off as a total flake.
*Maria*
Boarding the plane was a breeze. Well besides the fact that our stewardess is a complete ditz. Shamelessly flirting with all the male passengers I laugh at her antics. Got to love the ladies of the skies. Staring down at yet another magazine with my face plastered on it I can't help but wonder. What is it all for? I'm obviously unhappy playing this role that has been created for me. Why can't I just do my own songs? Several passengers seem uncomfortable flying ,but I couldn’t be more at ease.
After all I’ve been jet setting half way around the world since before I can drive. I’ve learn to find home in a little of everywhere I travel. It’s the only thing that keeps me sane. The woman beside me seems oddly familiar. I could almost swear I’ve met her before or perhaps we’ve hung out in the same entourage before. She’s rather beautiful in an almost other worldly way. Absent mindedly I twirl with a long blonde lock of hair that has come undone from my half way up half down hair.
It took my hair stylist forty-five minutes to create the ‘new look’. I can almost bet you that if I rolled out of bed and threw it up myself no one could tell the difference. Yep, I paid a flamboyantly gay named Pierre $200 for this do. How sad is my life? Turning to the woman beside me I ask, "Have we met before?" Not a highly orignial question but it works.
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Hunter
“This is my first time…On a plane I mean.” The woman next to me says, smiling politely. Aha. Someone who seems to be sharing my discomfort. I watch for a moment as she fiddles with a peanut bag, before looking to me for help.
“Do you think you could open these for me?” She asks, holding up the bag.
"Sure," I say with a smile, opening the bag easily. "Here you go. My name's Hunter by the way." I add, in greeting, placing the bag of nuts in her open hand.
“This is my first time…On a plane I mean.” The woman next to me says, smiling politely. Aha. Someone who seems to be sharing my discomfort. I watch for a moment as she fiddles with a peanut bag, before looking to me for help.
“Do you think you could open these for me?” She asks, holding up the bag.
"Sure," I say with a smile, opening the bag easily. "Here you go. My name's Hunter by the way." I add, in greeting, placing the bag of nuts in her open hand.
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(ooc: Im gonna take the Fiona post as a jump in for Marc...hope thats ok 
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~~~~~MARC~~~~~
I start to tap impatiently. When is the flight gonna go down? It must be soon surely...I mean...it seems like we've been flying a while now...
Suddenly I realise...if we are actually gonna crash...its like some people are gonna be injured. And therefore alcohol would come in useful....
Maybe I should get the flight attendant over and buy some off....some of those little bottles.
I see a blonde attendant come down the aisle and I try to get her attention. She soon comes over, with her hands on her hips.
"What would you like?"
I smile at her. "Can I have some sort of spirit? You know, ones that come in little bottles" I say inditcating with my hands. "Im real thirsty" I say with a smile.
Hmm...she seems upset. Maybe I could start making friends now...my plan is....when we get on the ground...I want them to make me there leader. I will manipulate them, make them see only what I want them to see. And from a leader point of view I can carry out the weekly tasks there gonna set for me/us.
Plus it makes me the centre of attention.
I look back at the blonde. "You know, a pretty girl like you shouldnt be working at such a tiring job like this. I can see you as a model or something. Not that I would know much about that, being a doctor" I say, slipping in information tactfully.
)~~~~~MARC~~~~~
I start to tap impatiently. When is the flight gonna go down? It must be soon surely...I mean...it seems like we've been flying a while now...
Suddenly I realise...if we are actually gonna crash...its like some people are gonna be injured. And therefore alcohol would come in useful....
Maybe I should get the flight attendant over and buy some off....some of those little bottles.
I see a blonde attendant come down the aisle and I try to get her attention. She soon comes over, with her hands on her hips.
"What would you like?"
I smile at her. "Can I have some sort of spirit? You know, ones that come in little bottles" I say inditcating with my hands. "Im real thirsty" I say with a smile.
Hmm...she seems upset. Maybe I could start making friends now...my plan is....when we get on the ground...I want them to make me there leader. I will manipulate them, make them see only what I want them to see. And from a leader point of view I can carry out the weekly tasks there gonna set for me/us.
Plus it makes me the centre of attention.
I look back at the blonde. "You know, a pretty girl like you shouldnt be working at such a tiring job like this. I can see you as a model or something. Not that I would know much about that, being a doctor" I say, slipping in information tactfully.
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Isabel
"Have we met before?",asks the young blonde next to me and I realise that she is a singer of some sort but I have never really heard any of her songs.Where was the time?Half of the time I was in the studio posing and the other half I was working out and trying to be thin.
Smiling at her I extend my hand,"Umm...a magazine may be,I'm a model." I wasn't really in the mood to be recongnized,hence the huge dark glasses on my face but as long as she keeps quiet it'll be okay.
"But don't tell anyone." I whisper to her conspiratorially "I'm Isabel Evans."
"Have we met before?",asks the young blonde next to me and I realise that she is a singer of some sort but I have never really heard any of her songs.Where was the time?Half of the time I was in the studio posing and the other half I was working out and trying to be thin.
Smiling at her I extend my hand,"Umm...a magazine may be,I'm a model." I wasn't really in the mood to be recongnized,hence the huge dark glasses on my face but as long as she keeps quiet it'll be okay.
"But don't tell anyone." I whisper to her conspiratorially "I'm Isabel Evans."
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Fiona
"Can I have some sort of spirit? You know, ones that come in little bottles" He says with a smile. "Im real thirsty"
I raise my eyebrows and hand him the drink.
"You know, a pretty girl like you shouldnt be working at such a tiring job like this. I can see you as a model or something. Not that I would know much about that, being a doctor" He's a flirt. What does he think, that I'll give him free food? Nope, not happening.
I brush him off with a sarcastic smile, that just screams 'bitch' and continue on my way.
"Can I have some sort of spirit? You know, ones that come in little bottles" He says with a smile. "Im real thirsty"
I raise my eyebrows and hand him the drink.
"You know, a pretty girl like you shouldnt be working at such a tiring job like this. I can see you as a model or something. Not that I would know much about that, being a doctor" He's a flirt. What does he think, that I'll give him free food? Nope, not happening.
I brush him off with a sarcastic smile, that just screams 'bitch' and continue on my way.
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