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WELCOME

MY CHARACTER
Name: Crisia (cry-see-ah)
Appearance:
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Weapon: A sword, which she has
Allies: None yet

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Name: Nellie
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Weapons: A crossbow and a crowbar.
Appearance:
Allies: None yet

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Crysia hauled her small luggage up onto the large, freaky-seeming airplane that was going to be her life saver. If it didn't crash. Or get blown up. Or if it wasn't actually a plane controlled by the Firukis (the other dangerous half of the world that was trying to kill her and all the innocent citizens). But Crysia didn't worry too much because she believed in worrying at the last moment. Of course, her sword was safely stowed away into her luggage just in case.
Because of her distracting mind, she bumped into some girl who was 16 and had the name Nellie scrawled on her nametag. "Oh, I'm so sorry." Crysia apologized as she whipped out her boarding ticket to see what seat she was on. "Your name tag, miss?" The flight attendant asked. Crysia looked up. "Oh, I..." She fiddled around for it. It had gotten stuck in her brunette hair, so she yanked it off and slapped it on her chest. The flight attendant nodded in approval and Crysia moved along with the line. I wonder if my parents named me after the word crisis because I was a crisis or because I was born in the middle of one. She thought with a small, quiet sigh.

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Nellie nodded at the girl, and got on the plane, showing the flight attendant her name tag. She sat beside Crysia, and went into deep thinking. If the plane crashes, I'm doomed, anything dangerous, I'm doomed, I git my crowbar and crossbow with me, I may be doomed. I'll be doomed one day. The word "doom" swirled in her head, as the plane began to move.

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Crysia's arms began to itch from the black jacket she was wearing. It was the middle of a heated summer and her mother had insisted that she wear it. And she was allergic to the type of fabric the jacket contained. She slipped it off and stuffed it behind her back. "Hey, Nellie?" She said quietly, her large blue eyes turning to the girl. Her voice dropped into a whisper.
"I know it's illegal to carry weapons, but is it okay if I ask that you have one? Please be honest. I won't tell on you." Crysia whispered. All of the people in the Dragonisk (their side of the war) were rather helpless, so Crysia felt rather alone in the world.

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"Well, in fact I do, two, in fact." Nellie kept her voice low, as she unzipped a secret pocket on her suitcase, a crowbar and a crossbow in there, she brought a crowbar becuase nothing else would fit, and her mother and father didn't want her to bring something big along, other than the crossbow. "You?" She asked.

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Crysia gave a small nod. "A sword." She muttered quietly. A flight attendant strode down the aisle with a drink trolley, and stopped at Crysia, who turned away from Nellie who was sitting on the window seat. "What would you like to drink, mi--" In a swift motion, the flight attendant's hand swiped a glass of ice cold water.
It spilled over Crysia, making her cringe from the cold. "I'm so sorry!" The flight attendant apologized, quickly handing Crysia a towel. "It's fine." The girl murmured as she wiped the water off her arms.

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"Well then." She muttered. "Can I have a glass of water?" Nellie asked. "Sure." The flight attendant said, as she handed Nellie a glass. She drank the water and noticed how cold it was, as the flight attendant walked away. She quickly put the freezing water in the cup holder. "They expect us to become icicles on the trip?" Nellie muttered to Crysia.

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Crysia shrugged. Suddenly a high-pitched wail came from the other side of the plane, and the girl turned to see a wriggling baby. The mother looked at her apologetically. "I'm so sorry." She apologized. Crysia smiled. "It's okay."

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Nellie started to feel sleepy, as she slowly fell into slumber.

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Title: A few hours later

Crysia woke up to the sound of a man's voice. Nellie was beside her, sleeping soundly like she was a while ago. Being a light sleeper, Crysia got up at any notable sounds and wasn't all that surprised to find most of the other passengers asleep.
The man's voice was a bit in a rush. "There is no time for messing around, everyone! This plane is about to crash. I repeat, this plane is under attack and is about to crash. Please fasten your seatbelts and--" Crysia heard nothing more but the creaking rasp of the engine. A terrifying silence. Slowly and hesitantly, Crysia outstretched her arm towards Nellie. Her fingers gripped Nellie's arm softly.
"Hello, everyone!" Said a man with a heavy Russian accent. Crysia cringed, her fingers now gripping Nellie's arm very tightly. "Dragonisk puppets, I now announce that you are under control of the Firukis! We are headed for the island, and now my soldiers will come into the cabins and search for any elderly or pregnant women, who will be executed because we don't need you holding up the thrill of the island!" People gasped. Crysia reached toward her luggage. "And children under six years old," the man added.

Soldiers came into the cabin, searching the aisles wildly. They came across the woman with a baby. She pleaded for mercy. Not being able to stand it, Crysia grabbed her sword and chucked it at the first guard. He fell to the ground. "Put your hands on your head!" The second guard demanded, pointing his rifle at her. She leaped out of her seat and charged towards him, punching him in the stomach.
He shot a bullet that missed her and went into the wall. She grabbed her sword and stabbed him in the back, as he was leaned over. "Of course, grown women will not cooperate in the Island..." said the man on the speaker. Crysia calmly walked back to her seat and sat down, when in the inside she was breathing hard and terrified.

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