#sororemximpurus

Screaming.

                                A searing pain down the left side of his face.

       The sound of water crashing on sand.

When Gabriel opens his eyes, he is blinded by the glare of the sun. He squints, holding up one hand and blinking rapidly to try to clear his vision. Sand sprinkles onto his face, and he realizes that he's on a beach. Intense heat bathes his face and he peers around him, trying to take in what had happened.

                      And then he sees the burning fuselage.

         Gabriel struggles up to a sitting position, wincing and pressing his hand against the side of his head as another throbbing pain pulses through his temples. When it fades to a dull ache, he pulls his hand away and stares, for his fingers are coated in a viscous red fluid -- blood.

                                   Oh God.

              He wiggles his toes, his fingers, moves every muscle to make sure that nothing's broken, then gazes around him, dread mounting every second. The hull of the plane is entrenched in the sand, the wreck still blazing. There are bodies lying in the sand--alive or dead, he can't tell. People are yelling, there's a woman screaming, and a man staggers past him, shirt torn and bloodstained.

                                                            Gabriel propels himself to his feet, stumbling as another wave of pain--this time accompanied by nausea--wracks his skull. He catches himself and staggers towards the wreckage for a moment before halting and swaying uncertainly in the sand. His eyes land on a woman sitting in the sand a few feet away from him, and he shuffles over to her, dropping to his knees beside her and resting a hand on her shoulder.

Greetings, newcomers.

Just to geta few things out of the way:

-I don't really do group starters anymore because they just give me headaches, and hedaches make me grumpy. SOOOO if anyone wants to plot etc, askbox is up yonder and I'm open to pretty much anything. Literally.

-I've been on mobile more and more lately since I work full time, I KNOW REBLOGGING AS LINKS IS ANNOYING. Don't hate. :)

-I'm a really nice lady, but if you were exepcting quality, GURL YOU LOST.

also, I'm horrible at keeping track of threads, I lose them SO easily, I need an assistant to keep up with them sometimes lol. So if I don't reply, dude bug me. AND I'm not sure who I already made a "howdy" postl ike this for, so if something like this is in your tag twice, sorry.