Unplanned Events

[Cedrorakazishi]

"Think about it. If all the people could have been escorted to somewhere safe, why would the polics send us out to look for help and supplies ?"

Cedric drops the bag of ice

"Hell to it. It's your call, and your fault if people die because of your negligence"

[afkaos]

Arman turns off the T.V. and stands up "Look, nearly everyone was off the plane, except those seriously injured, and who'se to say they would've actually lived? Besides, if it's just the plane that's on fire the people outside would be fine." he says, plopping down tiredly into a chair thinking of ways to get to the plane despite what he said without getting killed.

[mikehendo]

"Well, thre si a god chance that they are already dead. The plane is in flames on the horizon and there is a big storm rolling in. Just lok at it as a good sign that we werent at the plane when it burst into flames or else we would alle dead right now."

Mike sits down on the couch and turns the tv back on to see if the plane crash has made the news yet.

[The Fey]

"Well... If it will make you rest easier, we can go towards the plane together Cedric."

[Jezebel]

Tony wandered around inside the old house aimlessly, trying to find the bathroom and some supplies. He finally found the restroom, complete with old fashioned claw tub. Cute, real cute. He dug around until he saw a homemade first aid kit, rummaging around in it until he saw the aspirin that he so very badly needed. He swallowed four dry, wincing at the taste and shoved the kit under his arm. He went back into the direction of the living room, and overheard something about a fire. He chuckled sardonically to himself and went outside to have a look for himself. He quietly listened to the mild bickering, having to bite down on his tongue to keep from screaming at everyone.

"Alright folks, this is the way I see it. We can either go back to the site, and attempt to help those we can, or we can stay here and wait for the storm to pass. Arman has a point though. Those that were in good shape are already off the plane, and those that *were* still on it when it caught fire are not going to be helped much by some ice and a few band-aids. To be honest, I'm not really fond of the chance of getting hit by lightning or having a tree fall on me or whatever. But whichever it is that we decide, lets cut the bullshit and decide now. Petty bickering is not going to get us anywhere"

[Cedrorakazishi]

"No ... you're right, Isabella. We still have to eventually go back to the plane though. If there were casualties due to the fire, and were nowhere to be found, they might think we perished in the flames and leave us out here"

[HemiCuda]

"well... we should go towards the plane.. because if it exploded the people outside could have been hurt, so we should check on them.. just in case" James looks at the others, and wipes away a tear.

[Martin Blank]

CNN isn't discussing anything about the plane. There's some news about the markets, something about a missing child from Vermont being found after an Amber Alert, and a handful of local stories -- two dead in a bank robbery, a miracle transplant performed, and a large power outage in Tampa affected a half-million customers.

There's another boom in the distance, and John, Isabella, and Cedric (and anyone else on the porch) sees a fireball rocketing into the sky, with something flying off to the side that looks suspiciously sedan-like.

[Cedrorakazishi]

'Oooookéééé .... Any one still stuborn enough to say that everything's ok ?

[HemiCuda]

"what in the greenest bushes in hell is going on over there?" James stares at the horizon "now whe have to get over there... we gotta check how many there are left overthere" James looks over at the others and folds his arms on his chest

[mikehendo]

"Uh James, what did you see? If there is mreo goign on at the crash site that just makes it a stronger case to stay here. If we go too near to the crash site and there is a fire starting, we might not be able to make it out of there in time."

[YH]

John starts to babble, something that resembles: "Screw this. I can't just wait here without knowing that everything is ok. If anything happened to the cops, who would know that we are stuck here???" He stumbles out the door, dragging his cargo and muttering.

[Martin Blank]

Who is staying, and who is going with?

[afkaos]

"FOUND IT!" yells Arman as he takes a roughly 25 foot pole out of a closet in the hallway (Looks like it was an old pipe from some outdated plumbing) and runs out onto the porch "This should work... god I hope I can run as fast as I used to..." he mutters to himself "Alright, I'm going to run out there and set this up as a lightning rod... if I get hit, don't worry about me, I should at least get the rod up, then we can cross the plains safley to get to the plane. Here goes nothing..." Arman sprints across the wide, flat fields towards the halfway point, keeping the pipe horizontal at his side, he slows down a little bit, obviously not as fit as he was a few years ago, he reaches the point and sees a crack of lightning in the distance, which only urged him to move faster, he takes the pipe, moves it to a vertical position and shoves it into the groud, pushing and pulling with all his might he gets it lodged in there well, he slouches down a few feet from it and catches his breath. He stands up looks back to the farm. It didn't seem like he'd ran that far. He starts to jog back, satisfied with the lightning rod he just put up.

[Brim Mar]

He sits there, wishing he had his pipe. The gun rests in his hand in a more defensive position. Cold sweat runs down his forehead, he looks nervous, even beyond nervous.
"I don't care, im not leaving this house."
He slowly steps backwards, until his back hits the wall, he stands there, hands clenching the fake-wood stock. Eyes slowly shift back and forth towards the occupants of the room.

No more words are heard from him...