[Go ahead and have your character asleep Mopa. And you can be wherever you want on the plane. ]

Name: Eylan
Gender: Female
Species: Elvish-human
Age: 20ish
Appearance: Short for an Elf at only 5' 8", but willowy with white blonde hair and emerald green eyes.
Brief history(optional): A human mother and Elvish father. Travelling to Alaska simply to learn about the wildlife and environment there. I have never before seen snow.
Personality(keep it as brief as possible): A gentle observer.
Skill: Cooking, and a very good listener.

ETA: I have edited this; if you saw it before and want to know why, just flick me a PM

Eylan has received no major injuries. Go ahead and post.

[Oh hi Inesdar! Didn't expect you to show up! Your character is... uninjured. What is this. You lucky six.

Welcome! Looks like we're at our max number of people. Let's get to it!]

[Ohhhh. I get it now. Lost memory due to head injury, correct?]

Eylan gradually came to, automatically blinking away the sweat that ran down her forehead into her eyes. "Wha...what the heck happened...?" She thought, her mind still foggy; she thought she'd heard someone shouting, but couldn't be sure. She lifted a hand to wipe her forehead that seemed to be sweating profusely, but as soon as she touched it she knew it was blood. She groped around with a growing panic, but relaxed when she felt the large but shallow cut on her hairline. Her fingers sticky and red now, she stared at them blankly, desperately trying to pull herself into the present so she could figure out what on earth was going on.
The plane was in complete chaos. The section she was sitting in had almost completely twisted away from the rest of the plane, left hanging by some gnarled metal. The roof had been peeled off like a tin can, and the seats across the aisle had simply disappeared. Bags had crashed open, spewing their contents all over the place; there was a wing protruding over the top of the seat a few rows in front of her, and wires were sparking ominiously.
"Hang on...a wing?!" Eylan exclaimed, momentarily distracted from the destruction around her.
Suddenly though, the wing moved, and she realised that there were people talking. She was just about to call out when a scream ripped through the air -

"Eyyaaaaaaaaaa!"

So after everyone posts, you roll? @Seabird

[@ Inesdar: I hate to be a bother but since I told Vivace to write in 3rd person for easier reading I'll have to ask the same from you. I hope it's not too much trouble.

@Vivace: I rolled as soon as people made their profile. In case you missed it, only Kya and Candy are injured.]

She could hear voices through the pain. Frantic calls that seemed to be responding to her plight. She tried to call out but the agony in her arm chocked her of any words. In it's steed, a hybrid of a moan and a wail exited her mouth.

Oh God... What is happening?

She caught sight of figures coming toward her as the light flickered on and off. Kya's eyes refused to focus, too clouded by tears, pain, and splattered blood. Now she felt desperately cold. Blood was being replaced by invisible threads of chilling death.

All she could do was shiver.

[So what exactly happened to her? I need to know what Coyote is observing.]

[She's in the middle of the row of seats, or the hall way thing that people go down when in a plane (I have no idea how to describe it right now. >_>'). The shard from the ceiling that cut her is on the ground near her. It sliced through flesh but none of it got caught in her arm.

That and I forgot that daylight would be coming in through the hole in the ceiling. ]

[Yeah, I think we're all a bit undecided as to the state of the plane... I was figuring we'd have to break out of it still.]

Dakota grabbed a shirt that was sticking out of a bag that had crashed into the aisle. She turned back to the girl in the seat and wrapped the shirt around the wound somewhat tightly.

"Hey, hey. You've got to stay awake. Keep pressure on your cut and stay awake, you hear me?"

She grabs a blanket from the next seat as the girl starts to shiver.

"Focus! Focus on me. Stay awake. Keep thinking. Tell me your name and where you're going. Focus on that, okay?"

He barely remembered anything. All Eavan knew was he was going down the isles when the plane jerked and his eyesight went blank.

Now, he stood slowly in the isle listening attentively, he heard a cry, it sounded rather like a 'Eyyaaaaaaaaaa!' to him. Quickly standing up he observed his surroundings, he was still in the plane, he muttered to himself, "opening, opening, opening."
Then he saw light coming from the ceiling far away, cautiously walking towards it when he heard a woman saying, "focus! Focus on me. Stay awake. Keep thinking. Tell me your name......

[Guys, you don't have to repeat Kya's scream 5 times. xD]

[@Seabird sorry. Couldn't find any thing for Eavan to hear.]

Candy stopped crawling when the woman almost walked over her. She hunched up, and her shoulder send darts of pain up and down her.

"Quick, are you alright? We have to find everyone who is alive and get out of here. There was a shout up ahead. I have to go see what it was." And then she was off.

Candy felt like a kid. She was supposed to be the one who knew everything – the one that was there to help. She was supposed to know what to do.

There was something she knew better than everyone else, though. She had interacted with everyone on the plane – she could make a list. She knelt in the aisle and tried to think. Mr Branor, pilot...Marshall, copilot...Dakota...

Suddenly she squeezed her eyes shut and set her teeth into her lip. No. No. This was all wrong. They had to get off the plane, all of them. Now. They could deal with missing people later, when everyone conscious was off. They were sitting in a bomb.

"Everyone," she tried to say loud enough for people to hear. She almost began to stand, then remembered the smoke and gave up. "Y'all, get off the plane. The emergency exits are over the wings. There may be an explosion. Tend your injuries after you are off the plane." She coughed on a lungful of smoke when she took another breath, and doubled over. Her collarbone twisted and gave a strange crunch, and she gave a sobbing whimper, trying not to black out.

Crawling towards the woman's voice, Eavan leaned down towards the girl and told the woman, "need any help?"

Alwin banged on the cockpit door with his fists, not making any sort of indentation in the metal. If I can just jar the door back onto its track holding it, I could escape! Hopefully before the cabin explodes. He glanced over at the small holes torn in the wall separating the cabin from the cockpit, and noticed smoke drifting through.

"Help!"

The warmth from the female was stimulating, yet painful. She wanted to open her eyes so bad but the pain... The pain! It refused to go away. Now all she wanted was to pass out, the let the burning agony fade. She mumbled a thread of words, tied together only by the thinnest of strings.

"Kya... Where....?"

The pain soared through her body as someone picked her up. She began to squirm and shout, the sound like water bubbling through a rusted pipe. As weak as she was, instinct was leading her on a dangerous path.

Dakota: *to Eavan* It sounds like someone's trapped further forward. I'm okay here, see if you can help them out.

[Who picked Kya up?]

[I thought you did. ._. ]

"Sure," said Eavan. "I suggest that you should get going before this plane crashes, or bursts."
[Which person needs help, Kitra? Vivace?]

[Yep, I think he's in the cockpit]

Dakota: I'm not leaving this plane until every living person is accounted for.

[Mopa, the plane has already crashed. But yes, getting out would be a good idea. ]

Candy struggled up and went towards the wing, ignoring the twisted gap in the wall beside her. It wasn't worth the risk. She reached the emergency exit and leaned hard on it, coughing hard even on the small amount of smoke that was getting pulled past her and out the tear. She gritted her teeth and tried not to move her shoulder. She laid her hand on the opening mechanism and suddenly wondered if she could open it. She heard voices, movements. Wind.

"Someone? Can one a you c'mere?" Her voice went thin on smoke and coughing, and she leaned harder on the door.

[ Sorry.]

Then Eavan ran straight to cockpit. Banging on the door Eavan shouted across the door. "Are you in there? If you are then can you tell me which side the lock is?"

[So, I'm trying to understand here: Dakota did NOT pick up Kya, only put a blanket around her? Got it. Scratch that last note with Kya struggling.]

She wrapped the object around her, tightening her grip on the fabric to loosen the pain that ripped through her body. She felt her breathing tighten, then relax out of exhaustion.

[*coughs*]

[I'm on it.]

[Me too.]

Eavan waited for an answer, upon hearing none for a moment he shouted, “get out of the way!”
Then Eavan tried kicking the door apart.

Alwin was jarred from his defeat as someone pounded on the steel door that lead into the cockpit.
"Hello?" He shouted, jumping up from the pilot's seat. "Is anyone there?"

"I'm here!" shouted Eavan, then he finally was able to brake down the door.

[*coughs* again]

Candy was beginning to panic inside. "Someone, please...I need someone to help me! We must leave the plane!"

[*pokes Vivace*]

Right, sorry.

..........

"Hello." Alwin stated. "Is the plane safe enough for us to stay in, or should we evacuate?" He glanced around at the state of the cabin, then spoke again. "Of course, leaving is always a good idea."

(this fits with his personality, being sociopathic and all)

"I think it's best we live he plane," said Eavan as he moved his hand towards the isles showing a few people both conscious, and unconscious. "I have a bad feeling that if we stay on the plane people more people will get hurt." Eavan went out of the cockpit door. Then he turned back and asked, "do you have any extra blankets? or a something to make fire? We could get freeze out there."

Dakota: I think it would be wise to get everyone out of the plane and then come back and salvage what we can from cargo, carry-on, and the flight attendant stations.

"I'll need to get my bow," said Eavan. "Also might need guns to protect ourselves, from creatures that attack."

With shuddering breaths she studied her fellow survivors. A woman and a man, the man covered in some strange bundle of blanket. Or something else...? Kya was too tired to figure it out.