|Spinning Compass Mod Journal (compass_mod) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2012-08-28 16:32:00
|Entry tags:||!open, !plot, applejack, the man|
Oceanic Airlines Flight 815
What: The Crash of Oceanic Airlines Flight 815
When: Starting: late afternoon-early evening, after the newspaper delivery, Ending: when everything is cleaned up.
Where: The Beach
Who: Everyone is welcome
Rating: Medium for death, blood, and intense situations
Point worth: 40
Anyone outside in the city, in the forest or jungle, even the far stretch to the mountain range, could hear the high scream of large engines fighting to prevent the inevitable. To do the impossible and prevent the fast downward decent. There was no mistaking what was going to happen, there was nothing else the sound could be. No living creature, through the stretches of the universes could quite make the same sound.
The ripping of metal skin joined the high screams, as the airliner began to tear apart. It wouldn't be long before the vibration of the crash, could be felt around the whole island, as the large plane struck earth, the sand sparing what could have been worse. The first half of the plane falling dead center of the cost line, the tail section coming to rest closer to the western climb of the mountain range, digging deep into the sand.
The wings, having torn free from each side, and engines, jutting up out of the sandbars, mere feet from the shore.