Snippet #1420707

Justice stared out the open hatch, face impassive as ever. Everyone else seemed rather excited, perhaps even drunk on adrenaline, but the medic looked anything but interested in what was happening. In fact she might have been bored despite the radiating emotions of the others on board. As one jump led to another, she continued to watch with a keen eye. Their forms, their control over themselves, it was all important in such an exercise. Being frightened was probably the worst thing you could possibly do at the moment of the jump. It raised the blood pressure and risked the probability of shock or falling unconscious. Preferably, she would rather be awake when she plummeted down to the landing site. But that was just her. Maybe the dipshit who went before her thought it would be alright. A little smirk lifted the corners of her lips as he jumped, yelling in his silly accent.

"Guess I'm next," she murmured to herself and began the tedious task of strapping on the parachute. The things had never felt safe enough in her opinion, like the straps could rip off if you twisted in the wrong direction. "Idiot adrenaline junkies," she grunted and stood. But she wasn't one to talk. Truthfully, she'd done this upon several occasions for her own enjoyment. It was stupid, yes, but fun. And fun always seemed to win out on the insanity chart. The blonde teetered over to the hatch and glanced out below where several parachutes were opened and others had already landed. "Amen," was the last word she uttered before she thrust herself into the air.

The initial blast of the air had to be the worst part of the jump. It was in that moment that most terror or insecurity struck; the realization that if your chute didn't open, you'd literally become a pancake. Justice, however, had grown acustomed to the stomach-flopping experience and shot down through the air in the apropriate position. Through the jump, that impassive look on her face continued to remain as if glued despite the blasts. As she pulled the string and the chute opened, she focused on relaxing and keeping her breakfast up instead of serving it to those below her. The blonde steered her way carefully to a safe landing area before landing. She allowed her knees to unbuckle and landed in a low crouch so that the jolt of hitting the ground spread throughout her body instead of her hips and back. Once her parachute settled down to the ground, she unclipped the pack and stretched to her feet. "Now that was entertainment," she said with the first smile since they'd boarded the plane.