Rift (RP)

[Zildjian]

Trinitad had been in his quarters that night. Only one person remained on deck, at the helm. Clam, Trinitad's usual crow's nest. With the helm at one hand and a bottle of rum in the other, Clam kept his eyes peeled that night, more than he usually would. For in addition to the casual creaks of the deck, he also heard other noises. Whispers. He thought it might have been one of the crew playing a joke on him, but that idea changed when a storm appeared in front of him, out of no where. Unable to turn the ship, he had no choice but to sail into the storm. He panicked as he ran down the poop deck and down into the resting quarters. "Get your asses up ye filthy bilge rats!" he screamed at the crew. As they were getting up he had to let Trinitad know they were sailing through the storm. He barged into his quarters and looked him in the eyes. "Cap'n! We're sailing through a nasty storm that just appeared sir!" Trinitad laughed as he stepped out of his quarters onto the main deck. There was no storm nearby, not even in the horizon, it was a clear night. "You think this funny boy?" said Trinitad. Clam himself didn't much appreciate being called boy, considering he was 58 years old. Trinitad turned his attention to the crew.

"Apologies, crew. But it seems, someone must receive a black spot." He stepped closer to Clam. "But lets do it Trinitad's way." Clam stepped back. "Tre! Clap him in Irons" Tre was Trinitad's first mate, and there was no one Trinitad trusted more. Tre got the shackles. The "Trinitad Shackles", the ones that secure your arms and legs. "NO!" screamed Clam after the shackles were put on. Two men grabbed him and hauled him overboard. His screams soon died down as his face disappeared into the black oblivion of Davy Jones' locker.

Sinking to the ground, Clam knew what he saw. It was a storm. But, the storm had these....red eyes? His thoughts soon faded away as he faded away.

"Avast!" yelled Tre to the crew. "Let this be a lesson to ye all. Aye?" Scattered "Ayes" were heard as the men were dismissed to the sleeping quarters. "Tre. Grab the helm," said Trinitad before he disappeared into his quarters. His desk was scattered with old maps and empty bottles of rum. There was a large cigar on the table, still smoking from when Triitad had been smoking it. He grabbed a half-full bottle of rum, the one that Clam had been drinking, and he began to chug it down it wit a loud gulp. Morning he would find a heading. He sat down in his chair and rested his head as he drank the last bit of rum in the bottle. He rested his head and slowly drifted off to sleep.

[Twilight Demon]

Dæxx entered the city, due south of the Dublin airport. He would be leaving in a mere 6 hours and wanted to waste his time looking for books or something of the like. It was going to be a long flight and Dæxx hated sleeping on any travel. He readjusted the black and white bag that was slung over his shoulder and entered into a local coffee shop in order to wake himself up a bit.

"Hey Ross. How's everything going today?"

Ross: "I'm doin' right fine. Yer usual, eh? I hear-tell yer leavin' fer Leeds todeh. I'll jest fix yeh up a stronger drink. Yeh look like yeh haven't slept a wink."

"Heh, yeah I couldn't sleep last night. My dreams were haunting me and I kept waking up for an hour at a time. So far I count about 2 hours of sleep."

Ross: "Right, well yeh best be takin' care of yerself whilst yer down in Leeds. I hear them British can be cruel to an Irishman."

"I'll be fine. I'm one of the few Irishmen without a very thick accent. I think I'll manage."

Dæxx loved this coffee shop for Ross' upkeep and the amount of new people that come in every day. He grabbed his coffee and did his usual. He sat at a table across from a woman and began reading The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins before looking up to see that a conversation opener was at hand. She was looking at his book with intent, wondering as if it were something satanic or scientific.

"It's a book supporting naturalism. Are you religious? Or are you indecisive on the matter?

The girl looked at the ground in reflex to the sudden burst of human interaction. She obviously didn't know what to say. She looked up and said that she was an agnostic. From that phrase the conversation was in full force. They spoke of politics, religion, science, and Dæxx's travels to come. He had three hours and forty-five minutes before his flight left as of this point in time. He had to say goodbye.

"It was wonderful chatting with you, my dear. I hope to see you when I return."

The girl shuffled through her purse for a second before responding. From her purse she had extracted a pen and a notepad. She wrote her name and her phone number down on a piece of note-paper and handed it to him. She said that she hoped to see him as soon as he returned. He made a motion to his cheek with a finger and said, "Kiss goodbye?" before he left her to head to the airport.

Those dreams are still vivid... What could they mean?

ETA to Leeds: 3 hours and 40 minutes

[kago]

Sun light flashed into Siri's eyes, casuing her to sqint; everything in sight kept moving up and down. "Is something wrong with my sight?" Siri asked in her head. She then noticed her left arm knocking against something, so she looked down to see some ones legs. Siri paniced and pushed herself off the the man. "Where am i?" She asked the tall man in a serious tone, but her eyes widened as she saw how tall he was.

[Zildjian]

Early the next morning, Tre was the only one up. Out on his horizon he could see the sun rising far ahead of the ship. Meaning they were traveling East, at about 6 am. Trinitad had said they needed supplies and had to stop in Great Britian for water, rum, food, and gold of course. But nowadays, it was more paper cash, as the Jolly Roger was basically the last Pirate ship on the seven seas. Trinitad said it would be this reason that would make it tough to dock. It was these days that Trinitad rarely came out of his quarters. They were near land and of course he hated land. Out of fear, he hid in his quarters. In these days memories of Clam soon faded away. He was but another soul to be claimed by the sea.

"LAND HO" called the new Crow's Nest. All hands were on deck at that time. All except Trinitad of course. It was this infamous call that made the captain go hide in his quarters. Tre was usually the one to go talk to him. "Orders cap'n?" he asked him. Trinitad didn't look up from his maps. He merely kept a frown as he said, "To the boats. Go ashore, you and Clay, pillage, plunder, rape, kidnap." Tre smiled. "Aye sir." He went up to the main deck. "Clay. You and i are to go ashore. And the rest of ye. Watch the ship." He got the dinghy into the water and him and Clay climbed aboard it. Clay coughed slightly as they made their way to the shore.

[sephiroth2]

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As the man continued to walk down the road, he soon began to realise that the girl he was holding, had started to stir in his arms.
A few seconds later, the man looked down to find the girl instantly waking up, from her eyes shooting open.

"Where am i?" she asked the man, after she leaped from him, and simply stood there, a little in shock, probably from what had happened, but also maybe from seeing how tall he was.
"You were unconscious!" the tall man said simply, to the girl.

[Stavros]

"Attention all passengers, we appear to be approaching some turbulence. Please, if you would fasten your seat belts, it would be appreciated. This is for your own protection." The voice of the female flight attendant rang over the intercom. Stavros did as he was told and buckled his belt.

The rumbling came and the whole plane seemed to slam to the right for a brief second. The woman's voice came over the loud speaker once more, "We're sorry for the inconvenience, but it seems that we have to make an emergency landing at the nearest facility. Please remain in your seats and do not panic. Sorry, again, for the inconvenience, thank you for your cooperation."

A man from behind came up to a flight attendant. "I demand to know why this is happening." He said with a rough Scottish accent. The flight attendant looked scared as if the man just hit her. "I. . .I'm sorry sir, but please sit down." She said with a slight hiccup. "I will not sit down. I have a wife and kid on this plane, I deserve to know if they are in danger." He said, his face becoming red. The stewardess's eyes widened, "Please sir, if you will only--"

A crash came from the back of the plane, screams pierced the remaining passengers' ears. The plane seemed to now be spiraling downward into the ocean. Stavros looked behind him to see the sky, the plane's other half was missing, a dark rift was seen in the sky, which had eaten the plane's tail. It seemed that anarchy was now in effect. He couldn't help himself, he got up from his seat and ran to the back of the plane, avoiding luggage, people, and other things as he gripped each seat and propelled himself upward. He managed to make it to the top of the remaining bit of the plane and looked to his right, in a closet. There was a set of parachutes. Damn. . .This is crazy. . . He looked back down out of the plane. The ocean was coming up, fast. "Shit. . ." He said as he grabbed a parachute.

"What are you doing?" A voice called to him. He looked back to see a small child, in a dark kimono. He felt as if the air around him were thick, he looked back to the ocean, the fall seemed to have slowed dramatically, but so had everything else, besides them. "You know what you must do, Stavros." He turned back to the child, "How do you--" The child waved his hand, "You'll know, in time." He looked back at the ocean and then turned back. The child was gone. "What the. . ." Not the best time to think about it. . . He put on the parachute and quickly left the plane. He had never done something like that in his life. He pulled the chute and prayed.


((Damn, I was not expecting that to be that long. . .))

[Sora_Rox_My_Sox]

"Wow....What a party" Taylor mumbled, her hangover setting in. She hadnt forgotten her encounter with the little girl, that strange, creepy little girl. "Ugh, my head." She said as she sat up on the couch she fell asleep on. Mabye today she would go to the beach? She flipped on the television, her head pounding. The news was on, and she watched with interest as it reported a plane crash. Not much info was given, since it was breaking news. She quickly changed the channel to MTV, and watched music videos while she cleaned for the next couple hours.

When the house was finally back to its clean and comfy self, she dialed her friends and planned to meet them at the beach. She threw on her pink striped bikini, grabbed her sunglasses, and walked down the sidewalk to the white sandy beach. As she made her way to the beach, she could her a voice whispering in the back of her head...

The Rift is upon us...It's too late to run

[Stavros]

((Lol@post reference.)

Stavros hit the water with a hard splash. His body went numb from the biting sting of the impact. His head felt heavy and his vision blurred, Gotta hold it together. . . His heart was pounding at an alarming pace. He would've sweat, if he wasn't already underwater. He unfastened the parachute and tried to swim, to his best idea, upwards. He heard an extremely loud splash and he was slammed by a wall of water. The air was knocked out of him, and he passed out, slowly drifting towards a beach.

((Meh, I'm tired of being away from everyone. . .))

[Sora_Rox_My_Sox]

(haha, just thought i would mix it up a little XD)

The beach was full of commotion, although it was a hot saturday afternoon. She arrived at the beach and set her towel down a little ways from the water. Her friends met her as she was suntanning, oblivious to the growing crowd around her. "Hey, didn't you see what happened?" Her friend Destiny asked as she put her towel down next to Taylors.

"Hmmm, you mean about the crash? Yea, i saw it on the news, not much deets though." She replied as she looked out towards the ocean. "Yep, that. They say it crashed pretty close to her. A whole plane full of people... Destiny said in a melancholoy tone. Taylor hid eyes under her sunglasses. She did care about all the people on the plane, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"Hey, lets go for a swim!" She said to her friends, and she took off for the water, everybody else close behind. She dove into the oncoming waves, surfacing as a spray of foam hit her. She swam out a short ways and began to float on her back. "Oh my god, is that a person?!" Destiny shouted far behind her. Taylor began to tread water, looking out across the ocean to see a guy floating in the water not far from her.

"What the-" But she stopped, and began to swim towards the unconscious person.

[Stavros]

Stavros's head felt murky, like he was wandering through a huge cloud of never-ending fog. He felt as though he were floating instead of walking, in fact, he wasn't sure if he was alive or dead anymore. Is this. . .it? The aftermath of it all? Alone. . . His thoughts were fairly coherent, which was odd. It made him even more sure that he was dead. From what he figured, the live don't think clearly. He was oddly calm, despite all. I guess. . .I must be ready to die. . . He thought as he suddenly felt somewhat weaker.


. . ."Oh my God, is that a person?" A small voice called out from the fog. Another person? Where? Who? He thought as he felt his strength slipping. It was becoming hard to breath.

[Sora_Rox_My_Sox]

Taylor grabbed at the mans coat, trying to get a grip on him. Over the sound of the splashing waves, she could hear his shallow breathing. She needed to get him out of the water, and fast. She finally got into a comfy posistion, and began to tow the unconscious boy towards shore, being careful to keep his head above water. Her friends also helped where they could, but soon she was able to stand.

"Damn, he is heavy." She said through gritted teeth as she pulled him off her shoulders and lay him onto the white sand. Everybody crowded around her, and she suddenly felt helpless. Check his pulse! Is he breathing? The mob around her shouted. Taylor carefully knelt down beside the man, and put her head on his chest. Hi chest rose slowly, too slowly. She couldnt hear his breathing, but mabye because she was breathing so loud. She felt for a pulse, but it was weak.

"Oh wow, here goes nothing." She said as she tipped his head back. She was probably going to need to preform CPR.

[Stavros]

He felt a pound on his chest and then a stop. Soon another followed with another and another. Then a small tingle on his lips, trailed by more beatings. He coughed up a little water and opened his eyes slightly. A girl was hovered over him, kissing him. Well maybe not kissing, probably more CPR than anything, but it was a nice sight to wake to, I'm awake. . . He thought as she moved away to hit his chest again. She hit him, hard, in his chest and he spit up a large amount of salt water. She then breathed back into him. Soon he tried to shift his weight a little, but found it impossible, nor could he open his eyes anymore than a slit, but he was alive.

[Sora_Rox_My_Sox]

She breathed one more breath into his lungs, before pulling away. "Oh, whew." She whispered as relief swept over her. She looked down to see the boy open his eyes slightly before coughing up some sea water. The crowd around her began to cheer and clap, seeing as she just preformed sucessful CPR. She looked back down to the boy, who was begining to stir.

"Are you alright?" She asked in a calm voice. She was still jumpy from actually saving somebodies life, and this was her first time doing CPR on something other than a dummy. He was a pretty good looking guy, but she tore her gaze from him and looked up at her friends. They all smiled at her and cheered. "Hello? Are you ok?" She asked again, anxious to talk to the person she saved.

[Stavros]

Stavros tried to nod, but it was hard. He managed to reach a hand up to the girl's face, her skin felt soft, but it wasn't that he wanted to feel her, just her. To know that she was actually there, and that he wasn't just dreaming. She was pretty, he had to admit. "Yeah, thanks to. . .you." He said with a weak smile. He let his hand fall and he tried his best to remain conscious. So far, he had.

[kago]

"You were unconscious!" The tall man repiled to her.

Siri just looked at the freakishly tall man with confusion. "Well, i'm grateful for you helping me..... i think. But you didn't awnser my question. Where am i?" Sir spoke with a soft tone, then going back onto a serious tone. As she waited for the man to reply, she took of the moist scientist coat and dropped it on the ground; revealing her skimpy futuristic outfit, while putting her sunglasses on. It looked as if could of been in a fashion show, or something in a music video.