He put out his ciggarrette. He walked to Jordan. He lifted her up and carried her to where the air was clean. "Sorry about the amok. I am probably the worst person to be in a plaine crash in." he walked away. Then he screamed.
Plane Crash...6 Survivors! (1 Spot left)
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She sat up slowly and rubbed her head. She heard his screams and grimaced. "No," she whispered, her voice rusty.
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Ryu glared and then walked away.
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He paced back and forth. "How will I do my makeup? How will I dy my hair? I have no Mirror!! Oh My God I'm SCREWED!!!!" he panicked.
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Ryu heard this and thought to himself, Wow...fashion freak, much?
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He grabbed his bag and said, "Seeya. Ima find some peace." he said.
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Jordan rolled her eyes.
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He found a little grassy field. He sat down. He laid in his back. "I should have put purple in my hair to go with the black.
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Jordan slipped into an uncomfortable sleep.
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He watched the clouds. "Ooh a bunny! And a...raven in a top hat. And a peanut eating an elephant
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Her sleep was sparatic and tormented with nightmares.
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He began to sleep clutching his hair and makeup bag
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She woke in a cold sweat, panting.