soul4sale (soul4sale) wrote in islamuerta, @ 2016-07-22 11:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: reese kalama, character: riley colton, day: 07/17/16, thread: open, thread: standard |
Characters: Riley and OPEN
Location: Re-entering the front of the plane
Time: 8:35am
Summary: Riley goes looking for a way to communicate with the outside world
Status: Thread in progress
Warnings: None yet
It hadn’t taken long for Riley to get over watching the heavy man pace around and look for a phone signal. He’d been over it well and truly before it had even started, let alone once the guy had opened his mouth. Riley white noised it; the man’s mouth was moving but Riley officially wasn’t listening, his mind foggily making sense of the idea nibbling at the edges.
Listening to Grant at the beginning had triggered something in Riley’s head. The guy was right in his own silly way; calling for help should be a first priority, but the hunk of useless metal (otherwise known as an IPhone) was not going to be able to do that. Which meant that they had to find something that could. Something with longer range and better signal.
Riley looked around the area, watching as people gave into their base emotions of fear and panic.
Nodding to himself slightly, he pushed himself off the tree, all the while cradling his right arm to his chest to alleviate the feeling of pressure in his shoulder. He walked past Grant and the girl sitting on the rock and made his way back towards the plane. Everyone had scrambled out so fast, no doubt in fear of a fire or collapse, and thus far no one had actually gone back inside. Riley wasn’t sure, but he figured that planes would be fitted with an emergency satellite phone or at least a transmitter radio for events such as this, and now was the time to go looking for one. Sooner rather than later, and before some of these survivors started going all Lord of the Flies on everyone.
The plane had crashed with the right front side of it in water throwing the whole thing just slightly off center, and with his possibly dislocated shoulder, it did take a bit of scrambling on his part to get himself up to the level of the front entry door.
The abandoned cabin stretched out for seemingly forever to his left, a graveyard of seats and air bag tubing and scattered belongings. To the right was the cockpit, the door covered in signs claiming ‘Staff Only’ access. The whole place was eerily quiet, like the setting out of some sort of horror movie, and Riley’s mind, for all his intelligence, couldn’t help but freak out as his turned his back to the open cabin and began looking for a way to open the auto locked cockpit door.