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As spur of bad luck. That's what it was, and that was exactly what went through Juanitta Jone's head the minute she felt the plane plummet from the sky.
Was it fate, that tore this particular plane to crash? Something that was telling Juanitta to stop while she was ahead? That this wasn't going to work out?
'You didn't have to tell me in such a rude way! There ARE people on this plane after all.' Juanitta said to no one, as she threw off her seatbelt and grabbed a life support system. Oxygen masks threw themselves from the roof, dangling unhelpfully as people scattered the cabin in a fright. Juanitta rolled her eyes at the sight of them. Only something to choke on, she thought, as the plane gave a wild lurch as it hit the water.
To make things even better, today was also the day she had decided to wear her sundress. Perfect for being stranded wearing. Juanitta would have much preferred shorts than this. But no time to cry now, while her life was at stake. Yet, still, she was sort of angry at the fact she had lost a one in a lifetime chance for a role that would make her name dance across the big screen, even though she could get other roles, if she survived, that is.

The water was surprisingly warm, as Juanitta bounded off the plane, dropping her support system on the way. She had to make due with floating now, though that wasn't going to last forever. Sooner or later, everyone will need to get to land so as not to drown themselves. And sure enough, off in the distance, Juanitta could spot a small island.
Hoping it was swimming distance away, she kicked off her heels, knowing they'd be useless in a time like this - even more now that she had to swim - and made her way to the only hope of survival that she had.

Corry was sitting right at one of the emergency exits. He opened it as the plane fell. He saw the water coming fast and fast. Right before the plane hit be backed up and jumped out.Just in the nick of time because when he turned back the front part of the plane where he was sitting was smashed to bits. He hit the water really hard. He was going to be bruised he could tell. He was in his tank top cargo shirts and sneakers. "Great! Just FUCKING GREAT!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. HE saw small island off in the distance. He started swimming he liked swimming so it was all good.

Alicia felt the compact of her body and the water. She was a good diver, thank god. Alicia swam quickly, her toned and strong legs kicking wildly. She saw the plane crash in the distance. Alicia spotted an island in the distance. Alicia must have hit her head, because the next thing she knew everything went black. Alicia slowly floated through the current.

Alicia felt the hard splash of the water. She saw darkness. Then she opened her eyes. Alicia saw the blue sky and felt something wet under her. She moved her foot. She slowly moved every joint and bone. When she got to her neck, Alicia knew she was set. No injuries. Alicia slowly stood up, her vision a little blurry. She blinked her eyes. Her vision slowly grew. Soon a beach was in sight. Sand, trees, a blue sky. Alicia twisted her head around and looked behind her. The clear blue ocean. Alicia recalled the plane comeing down and her jump. Everything after that is a blur. Alicia slowly tried to stand up. She fell. Alicia tried again. She slowly stood her ground. She took one step and another until her legs and body were in shape. Alicia's senses and vision and limbs were all clear and healthy, but she was a little shaken up. Alicia looked around again. Yes, an island, but where?

Alicia stood in her place and tried to clear her thoughts. She knew she was on a plane and had been going to a place... Australia. For a gymnastics competition. Yes, now everything came back to her. There was a huge gymnastics competition coming up in a month. Alicia had been going there. Alicia heard her stomach growl. She looked down her clothes were a bit faded and damp, but she was okay. She combed her fingers through her sandy blonde hair.

OOC: this is her outfit: http://yourteenfashionworld.com/images/ ... l_djtg.gif without the bag.

The shore seemed miles away, and for all Juanitta knew, it was. By the time she reached the sandy beach of the island, she had a hard time standing due to the exertion on her muscles.

It looked like a typical island to be stranded on, with tropical trees here and there. Most of them covered in fruit. Even the shore front seemed like the perfect length for someone to go out and use rocks to build a S.O.S. message. At least the weather wasn't all that bad. For now. And of course, as if fate couldn't stop at one thing, the only items Juanitta had was the dress she had decided to wear onto the plane, which was soaking wet as she crawled onto the beach.

After that swim - an effort that clearly told her she needed to excersize more often - Juanitta allowed herself to pass out in the sun, her breathing quite heavy at this point, and rest for a while before she figured out what the hell to do now she was here. A decision that may in fact have some painful consequences later on, but Juanitta didn't care at this given moment.