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Tidbit - Jedidiah
Characters: Jedidiah Holt
Location: 7M
Time: moments after the crash
Jedidiah had been in a light slumber when she was suddenly jolted awake when the plane shuddered and rocked after the engines drew in a few of the flying beasts that had attacked the metal bird who had intruded upon their territory. Jedidiah, though, took that actuality as a rough bout of turbulence. At least she did until the voice of the captain filtered through to announce differently. She barely had time to react. Prepare herself for the impact that was seconds ahead when the plane would land violently without the assistance of the engines that would have softened everything upon landing upon solid ground. Her body thrown about within the seat, the US Marshal kept in place by the sole strength of the buckle that had been secured around her waist. Jedidiah, though, would still have bumps and bruises about her body as a result of the traumatic crash landing that had brought the plane and its passengers and crew down on the island.
As water pooled around her boots, seeping in through the cracks in the body of the plane, Jedidiah released herself from her seat, standing in a moment of unsteadiness to scan the interior of the plane to note if any needed assistance. If any injured might needed to be helped off the plane. Most she could see were already being helped from their seats and guided over to the available exits. A path she would be following once she had been able to locate her carry-on bag, hopefully with all its contents still intact, and dry.
Location: 7M
Time: moments after the crash
Jedidiah had been in a light slumber when she was suddenly jolted awake when the plane shuddered and rocked after the engines drew in a few of the flying beasts that had attacked the metal bird who had intruded upon their territory. Jedidiah, though, took that actuality as a rough bout of turbulence. At least she did until the voice of the captain filtered through to announce differently. She barely had time to react. Prepare herself for the impact that was seconds ahead when the plane would land violently without the assistance of the engines that would have softened everything upon landing upon solid ground. Her body thrown about within the seat, the US Marshal kept in place by the sole strength of the buckle that had been secured around her waist. Jedidiah, though, would still have bumps and bruises about her body as a result of the traumatic crash landing that had brought the plane and its passengers and crew down on the island.
As water pooled around her boots, seeping in through the cracks in the body of the plane, Jedidiah released herself from her seat, standing in a moment of unsteadiness to scan the interior of the plane to note if any needed assistance. If any injured might needed to be helped off the plane. Most she could see were already being helped from their seats and guided over to the available exits. A path she would be following once she had been able to locate her carry-on bag, hopefully with all its contents still intact, and dry.
