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Jack Ashbourne

Jack's head tilted slightly to the side as a strange sound filled the air. Looking up into the air a large metal object could be seen falling. It looked like a plane, but it was massive. Something was obviously wrong with the mysterious machine. It plummeted quickly towards the ground till disappearing from his sight. A low rumble could be heard, quickly growing in magnitude till it grew into a massive roar. The earth beneath his feet began to shake. He managed to stay steady barely, watching quietly without a single word. In the distance he could see dust and fire lick the sky where it had crashed.

When the seizures subsided Jack brushed off his pants, slightly covered in unruly dirt, and set off towards the crash. His pace was fast, even more so for his unusually long stride. He needed to know what the hell was that. Maybe whatever was controlling that plane knew about his sister. Maybe they had taken her captive. His fist clenched and his eyes darkened sinisterly at the thought. Anyone who touched Elizabeth would die. There would be no mercy for them.

Stepping through the sliding sand of the desert, Jack climbed to the top of a dune. His breathing had not changed during the long walk. Even for someone of his physique, he was slightly surprised at himself. Taking the last step necessary to see over the golden hill, Jack saw something like nothing he had ever imagined. It was definitely a plane that he had seen crash, but this was... massive... It was easily bigger than a house. Hundreds of people could fit in there. And it was on fire. Instantly fear gripped at him. Elizabeth had to be there. Sliding hurriedly down the hill he started running, yelling, "Elizabeth! Elizabeth!" People could be see out of the corner of his eye, but he paid them no attention as he plunged into the burning wreckage looking for his dear little innocent sister.

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@TheWildBunnii I'm still here!! School's just been a butt lately, but I'd still love to do this thang :D

@dee

same

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Very sorry to hear about that Bunnii.

What to post, what to post

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hmmm maybe

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wait there was an earthquake? Is that centered around the high school or is it all of FAYZ?

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@OfficerHeadbutt@Wintergrey You guys are evil.

taking a small brak and will work on James' post

@TheWildBunnii

love you too boo

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Cough

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Not the baby!

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Jack Ashbourne

Jack's hand slammed into the piece of wood that sat above him. Again and again his first slammed into the wood. They were not controlled slams, but slams of anger and fear. They were the slams that happen when your heartbeat races. Around his fist wood splintered and broke to pieces. It was old rotten wood which made the process of breaking it much easier. But why was it old rotten wood?

The thought terrified him, so he ignored it, shoving it to the back of his mind. With a final deep smash the food above his head shattered, falling to pieces across his face. Dirt began to pour in. Having been leaning back trying to see anything in the silent blackness, his jaw had drifted open. Quickly it filled his mouth. He choked on it, expecting his gag reflex to kick in. It didn't. Not that it would have mattered, the dirt was pouring in so fast it would have been impossible to spit anything out.

Clenching his jaw around the piles of dirt, Jack thrust his long fingers through the dirt. Inch by inch he began to pull it back behind him. The soil right above him had been loose, but above that seemed to have a clay like texture. Hours drifted by, though it seemed like days, and still it didn't seem like he was any closer to the surface. While the room of the coffin had been miniscule, now it seemed like a mansion compared to his current situation. Everywhere he felt was dirt. Solid thick packed dirt, looming in above his head. At any moment it could collapse and he would be even more buried. He might even die. It was a miracle he hadn't already...

He thought of himself dieing, stuck in a tiny hole he had carved in the ground. It angered him to think that he would never see his family again. They would be worried, searching endlessly for him. They would never find their lost son. They would think he had run off. With a growl of frustration his fist shot up into the dirt ceiling. His head snapped up to look at it when he realized his hand had gone through. Slowly, wordlessly his fingers curled around, searching the outside.

He felt... grass. Immediately he felt a surge of energy. Yanking down with the arm, clumps of dirts collapsed on top of his cramped, crushed body. Light poured in through the hole. His den lit up. For the first time since he had woken up he could actually see. His hands were covered by black gloves, across his body was a black suit, a white shirt, and a black tie. He looked like he was attending a funeral. Bloody ridiculous. Reaching up he could feel that somehow through the entire struggle he had managed to keep his hat. Lightly taking it off his head, he brushed dirt off the rim delicately. How dare dirt get on there.

Standing up, to his full intimidating height of 6'6", he stepped out of the hole in the ground. Stretching out his lanky frame he looked around. He was in a grave. Why the hell was he in a- The thought died immediately at the site of a small grey stone in the ground. It was his stone. His... gravstone. His knees felt weak beneath his body, but he did not collapse. Instead he set his jaw and cracked his neck. Time to find out what was going on. A fire lit in his eye sockets as he adjusted the brim of his hat and strode out of the graveyard.

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NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! The babies gunna die in the crash!!!!