~Our Love Within The Music~ {ROLEPLAY}

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Michelle had fallen asleep to her Spanish music, leaning on something that was rather...warm. It wasn't until the plane had started to shake rapidly did she jolt awake. With a small 'bing' the seatbelt sign came on and the masks(?) fallen from the small compartment above their heads. Michelle, too in shock to really do anything, stared wide-eyed out the window. From the looks of it they were surrounded by water, no land whatsoever except for a island. Then a sinking feeling erupted in her stomach, feeling weightless for just a few seconds until the plane plummeted towards the island. Snapping out of her daze she realized what was going on and yelped, but then she thought, Hey, if I'm going to die, why not die happy?' So she flung her arms above her head like someone would going down a hill on a roller coaster and sang loudly, "WE'RE GONNA DIIIE!!!"

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As soon as Charlie was about to answer Arizona, everything happened. The masks, the screaming,...the happy screaming, and basically just the panic in general. While he was frantically looking for something to get a good grip on so he didn't die he heard, "WE'RE GONNA DIIE!!!" To which he replied with, "ARE YOU CRAZY!?". "YES~" She sang back, but Charlie was too busy attempting to not get impaled and/or die.

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Michelle casted her light blue eyes all around the plane, taking in all the panic and such. She grimaced and her voice slightly faltered, though she didn't stop. Eventually she began to sing random songs, sometimes messing up the lyrics, but she didn't care.

"Vacation
All we ever wanted
Vacation
Had to get away
Vacation
Meant to be spent alone~"
Protectively, Michelle wrapped her arms around her acoustic guitar case that held the instrument inside it. If she was going to die, she wasn't going to let the only thing left of her mother die with her. She'd protect this instrument with her life if she had to. Reaching upwards and grabbing the mask, she placed it on her face and, even though it was muffled, went from singing to simple yet soothing hums. It was too hard to sing. Glancing over at Ford, she saw how panicked he'd put on his mask, yet he was probably the most quiet person on the plane. Gosh, this guy needed a f*cking hug, as well as everybody else on this plane. Michelle would've gone on a HUGE ramble if they weren't, oh, Y'know, heading towards their impending death. She sighed and brought the guitar onto her lap, getting a better grip on it while unclasping her right hand. Quickly, she grasped Ford's hand and squeezed it in a reassuring way. No, it wasn't a romantic move or anything like that. Far from that, actually. It was comforting, her attempt to make a guy she'd barely knew feel better. Michelle didn't want to die sad, and she didn't want that for anybody else either. But, as he was the closest person and everybody was too far away, he would have to do.

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It wasn't until the plane crashed did that girl, Michelle, actually scream, though it was short and kind of like she was startled. The plane rolled a little, going from side to side, though it didn't flip upside down or anything like that. Both Charlie, Michelle, and most likely everybody else lurched forward from the impact. Hopefully, everybody was wearing their seat belts, because if you weren't you're s*rewed. Charlie groaned loudly, clearly in pain. When the plane had hit the island and the seat belt had held him back, it kind of hurt his...sensitive area. After a few moments, he began to rapidly undo his seat belt. "Everybody, we have to get off this plane, NOW! Forget your clothes, suitcases, and such, we have to get off!" He shouted, rising from his seat and heading towards Arizona. "We have to go, the propellers are still running and they'll explode any minute now," He explained, anxious as he ran the scenarios in his head. "Are you okay?" He asked the other female, June.

ooc;;
Hey guys, I'm back from the dead!!
It's kind of hard to type with one hand tho.... ;-; I fell down my stairs with socks on(I have wooden stairs). Yeeeeaaaah, I injured my wrist and arm pretty badly, but mostly my wrist...
Anyway, I'm fine, I guess. Hehe. Sorry!

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Michelle stayed silent and didn't answer Ford at first. She was dizzy, and her vision was as blurry as ever. It took her about a minute or so to get her bearings, only catching a few of Charlie's words. "...Y-yeah...I...I feel l-like a million b-bucks...," She answered as she recovered.When the plane had crashed and she'd lurched forward her head had hit the case of her guitar, hard, though not enough to draw blood. Taking in a deep breath to calm her nerves the female unbuckled her seatbelt and slowly got to her feet, but stumbled a little. Michelle managed a small smile and laughed, glad that nobody was hurt too bad. "Are you okay?" She asked the male, slinging her guitar onto her back quickly. According to what Charlie said she should probably hurt up. As well as everyone else.

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Charlie nodded and slung his backpack over his shoulder as he made way for the exit. There wasn't anything important inside the bag besides a few snacks, paper, pencil, a video camera, batteries, and such. Nothing special. Stopping at the door, he glanced back and frowned. There was still people on the plane. "Guys! Hurry up!" He shouted, jumping a little with anticipation. He didn't want to leave these people behind, but he didn't want to die either! Oh gosh, he didn't know what to do! Noticing the blood on Ford's face, Charlie grimaced. He never did like blood that much, it made him nauseous and just plain sick to the stomach. Quickly he averted his eyes before anything bad happened. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" He mumbled, panicking just a little from the current situation at hand.