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Nicholas Vance

"I think I liked nature better on TV..."

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a character in “Bermuda Triangle”, as played by legacy14

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"I'll admit I've done a lot of things in my life I'm not proud of....No - that's not true. I'm proud of most of them."



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|Name|
Nicholas Tyler Vance

|Nickname(s)|
Nick / Van

|Age|
32

|Birth Date|
September 22

|Gender|
Male

|Sexual Orientation|
Heterosexual

|Hometown|
Orlando, Florida

|Job|
Trauma Surgeon

|Reason for Trip|
Vacation / Relocation

|Role|
Boy One



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|Personality|
Charismatic and charming (at least in his mind), Nick is a true people person and his confidence makes it easy for him to find that special tie with most people. Humor is a popular catalyst in his repertoire, but it has been said that his bedside manner is a bit lacking due to his optimistic sarcasm. Although not particularly quick-tempered, his astounding patience has been tried recently and he has found that even he is vulnerable to outbursts that plague some men.

|History|
Nick didn't have the greatest upbringing or support system as a child. A drunk for a dad and a mother who took off when he was young didn't necessarily spell for a future that he now has achieved in the medical world. It was one of his high school teachers that really sat him down and spelled out how the rest of his life would go if he continued on the trouble-making path he walked. Turning his view on life around, Nick was able to perform well enough to earn multiple scholarships as he pursued his medical training. Along the way he met his future wife while attending college and would soon be married by the age of 26.

Six years of rough marriage came to an abrupt end when his divorce was finalized and like he always did, Nick dove back into his work to keep his mind focused. He returned to the hospital one day after being out on an emergency call to find a patient he had been highly involved in treating had passed away. Investigating the matter, he found the doctor who had operated on the patient took it upon himself to make a risky call that resulted in losing the patient. For lack of a better description, Nick lost his shit. In spite of everything that had happened and now to throw that on top of it, a fight broke out that left his colleague in need of a few serious stitches. His superiors advised him that if there was anything to salvage from the situation, he wouldn't be able to practice at the same location any longer. Taking his first vacation of his career, Nick packed his belongings and jumped on a plane.



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|Face Claim|
Matt Bomer

|Dialogue Color Code|
#C35817

|Writer|
legacy14

So begins...

Nicholas Vance's Story

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Character Portrait: Yasmin Acosta Character Portrait: Nicholas Vance Character Portrait: Art Cortez Character Portrait: Jessica Brooks Character Portrait: Joseph Williams Character Portrait: Charlotte "Charlie" Cortez* Character Portrait: Holden Madison

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Day: Friday
Location: Airplane
With a soft sigh Yasmin boarded the aircraft and took her seat by the window. She placed her carry-on near the wall by her feet and pulled out her journal before jotting down a bit of information for her article. She was jotting down bits of details about some of the celebrities that she had heard rumors about. Yasmin enjoyed her job, but the only way she would write something into the media about anyone was if she would be able to find a way to see if the rumors were true. Which is exactly what she was planning on doing once she got back home from vacation.

Once she was finished writing, she closed her journal and slid it back into her carry-on bag and leaned back against the seat as she looked out the window. Yasmin couldn't wait until they took off, she was more than ready to get out of this country right now and spend the next week in France. Though she knew there would have to be one more plane to board before actually arriving.

The pilot came on over the speakers telling everyone to buckle up and get ready for take off and about five minutes later the plane was on the move. The brunette stood to her feet once the plane was safely in the air and headed back into the bathroom to take care of some personal business before returning to her seat.

"Would you like something to eat or drink Ma'am?" the flight attend questioned as she stood there with a notepad and a pencil.

Yasmin sat there for a brief moment before answering, "Sure, could I get a sweet tea and a burger?" she questioned before watched the female jot down her order and walk back into the very small kitchen.

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Nick let out a heavy sigh as he finally took his seat on the plane. Last minute booking had scored him an aisle seat, but it was all the same to him. Aisle seat, window seat, or middle seat, they were all the same cushion that was taking him away from all the stress and hell that had plagued him these past few weeks. And yet, with the first vacation he had ever taken in his life, he still had a headache, even before the plane's pressurization had kicked in.

As if on cue, his phone started vibrating. His newly ex-wife's face appearing as the phone lit up. Another of his wonderful exhaling sighs escaped him before raising the phone to his his ear cautiously. "Hey look, I just boarded and can't t---" As so many of their conversations went of late, he was unable to finish his sentence before the yelling and berating started, Sarah's higher-pitched voice stringing words together quicker than the aircraft's engines would be spinning. At this time, Nick really didn't have the sanity to deal with it. This had basically been his life for the past few months and he was done. He was taking a vacation to relax and put his life back together, not dwell on things that he probably didn't even do or couldn't change if he did.

A tap on his shoulder pleasantly forced his mind to ignore the woman screaming for no apparent reason through the earpiece of his phone as a flight attendant gestured toward his device. "I'm sorry sir, but I'm going to have to ask you to turn off all electronic devices, we're about to taxi out."

Nick almost wishes he still owned a really old phone so she could hear the audible 'click' as he hung up the phone without a word. Shutting his phone off immediately before she could call back, he apologized to the attendant as she moved off to other passengers. With a slight chuckle, Nick dangled the phone above his bag as he whispered, "Talk to you in a week Satan!" And with that, he dropped the phone into his bag.

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Character Portrait: Yasmin Acosta Character Portrait: Nicholas Vance

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Day: Friday
Location: Airplane
All she could seem to think about was finally getting to France and being able to take her big adventure she has been waiting on for the past three months. Yasmin planned to visit the Eiffel Tower, Disneyland Paris, Notre Dame, and of course, the most gorgeous thing in France, well in her opinion, the Old Port of Marseille.

All her life she had been obsessed, as some people would call it, though that's a major understatement. France was her favorite country in the world. She loved the history, loved the buildings; all the craftsmanship that when into them, it was just breathtaking. It just made her wonder how those many years ago they were able to build things like that without modern technology. There were so many questions that are far from being answered in France, though that's one of the things she loved about that country. It was a mysterious place in many more ways than one.

Yasmin was pulled out of her thoughts and her attention away from the clouds and blue skies just outside the window by the voice of the flight attendant. "Here is your order Ma'am," she stated as she handed the plate and drink to Yasmin after she pulled out the table from the back of the seat in front of her. Yasmin then placed her food and drink upon the table. "Thank you Ma'am," she stated as she handed her a three dollar tip. Even though this was the woman's job, she still felt the need to pay her directly for her food. Though three dollars was all she was able to afford, she still wanted to give a bit more, but that would have to do.

"You're welcome Ma'am, enjoy your meal," the flight attendant, with the name of Taylor plastered to her name tag that she wore on the right side of her uniform. The female took a bite from her burger and sipped from her tea as she sat there in silence, once again beginning to get lost in her own thoughts.

Though that was until she noticed one of the most gorgeous men she had ever seen in her life. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Of course not in the way most people would call dark, but her version of dark is a bit mysterious, a man going through a tough time with their personal life. That's something she sensed from him when she was able to take in his features.

The male sat just a couple seat down from her on the opposite side of the plane, seeming lost in his own thoughts. Whatever he was going through she just hoped it would all be figured out. Yasmin sighed to herself before pulling her gaze away from the mysterious man and returned to her meal.

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As his fingers reached for the corner once again, a meaty arm plopped into his lap to cover the last precious words on the page. Nick's head shot up and he stared forward at the seat in front of him at the sudden intrusion as he tried not to burst out laughing. He found it in himself to somehow glance over and stare into the abyss that was the woman's mouth occupying the seat adjacent to his. She had been asleep for sometime now if the sounds of trees being massacred that was her snoring could be an indicator, and it seemed she was about to topple over onto him any minute now.

Despite everything, he couldn't suppress a smile as he slowly lifted his book to allow her arm to slide carefully back into her own lap. With a thumb, he carefully pressed on her chin to face the gaping mouth away from him and avoid the nauseating breath that was blown in his direction with every breath.

"Sir, anything I can get for you?" A flight attendant questioned as the woman beside him slid another inch closer to falling on him.

"Cargo straps maybe..." The words escaped his mouth before he was able to stop them. "Oh!" He paused, a bit embarrassed to face the attendant with an apologetic smile. "Wow, that was a bit....horrible. No, thank you. I'm fine."

Nick couldn't tell if the attendant needed to rush away to hide her laughter or if she was really that dedicated to getting everyone served for a new flight record. After a moment, he decided to hit the restroom before the woman began her final slide and he was trapped for the rest of the flight. Unbuckling, he rose to his feet and paused to let an elderly gentleman go ahead of him before he took to the aisle behind him. Walking at the man's slow pace, he paused at a row as the gentleman stopped for some reason. He let his gaze wander around, trying not to seem like he was rushing the man. His eyes settled on a woman sitting in the window seat of the row he stopped by, dark eyes and tanned skin enjoying a burger. The burger made him smile for some reason as he met her eyes and nodded in passing once the man started on again....toward the restroom...

Figures. He thought as he turned just in time to watch his seat getting commandeered as the woman slid the rest of the way over, surprisingly still asleep. He furrowed his brow as he silently wished he really did ask for the cargo straps...

"Um...excuse me miss?" Nick turned to the woman he had acknowledged just a moment before as she enjoyed her burger. "May I steal this seat for a minute?" He indicated the empty aisle seat next to hers with his hand. I'm waiting on the restroom and mine kind of...well...." He stole one last glance at his seat a few rows up as the woman seemed to impossibly sink further into its cushion....

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Character Portrait: Yasmin Acosta Character Portrait: Nicholas Vance

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Day: Friday
Location: Airplane
As Yasmin sat there enjoying her burger and being lost in her thoughts, she happened to glance over towards the aisle, finding the attractive male she had been checking out just moments before. She gave a soft smile towards him in response to his gesture and returned her attention back to her burger.

Though not even five minutes later her attention was grabbed by the same man who she had been checking out...again. "Um...excuse me miss?" Yasmin turned her head over towards the man, "Yes?" she questioned, waiting on his response as she glanced at him and down briefly, trying not to be too obvious. This man was definitely more attractive close up and had a deep voice that just made her want to melt.

"May I steal this seat for a minute?" Yasmin heard him question as he pointed towards the empty seat beside her but before she was able to give an answer he added, "I'm waiting on the restroom and mine kind of....well...."

Yasmin glanced towards the direction he was, finding that his seat had been occupied by the woman that had been sitting beside him, pretty much engulfing herself into his seat as well as her own in her disgusting looking sleep. The woman couldn't help but giggle a bit as she glanced over towards the male, "Um, sure. Though it looks like you have a disgusting probelm on your hands," she stated as she took another glance at the sleeping woman who was now drooling all over his seat. She allowed another giggle to slip before taking another bite from her half eaten burger and sipped from her drink.

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Character Portrait: Yasmin Acosta Character Portrait: Nicholas Vance Character Portrait: Art Cortez Character Portrait: Jessica Brooks Character Portrait: Joseph Williams Character Portrait: Charlotte "Charlie" Cortez* Character Portrait: Holden Madison Character Portrait: Marilyn McAubren

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"Well thank you I'm sorry I didn't mean to insult you it's just that I'm very fearful of things off the ground and I don't like being on water to long, I'm sorry I'm rambling it's just that I'm real nervous." she said rambling.He continued to speak "It's good to know you have a lot of experience and that does help and I diffidently will take some water you already have been so kind to me I think I'll be alright now and about the good memories from my childhood I have a lot more bad ones then good but beside that why are you being so kind to me?"

Art paused for a second to take in everything the blonde was saying. She was definitely in the nervous stage because she really melted her words together. Art chuckled,"Well, I just like to make sure that all my passengers enjoy their flight! I know its not very fun when you're afraid of the plane going down, so Im just here to help." Art smiled his pearly whites at her,"Anyways I should probably get going. My co-pilot is probably missing me something fierce. Oh, by the way, my name is Art. Its been a pleasure, miss."

Art turned around and proceeded back up the aisle. Then the plane violently leaned right, causing Art to lose his balance. He caught himself on the back of Charlie's seat. The airliner continued to shake as if an unseen giant grabbed the plane. Art made eye contact with Charlie and reassured her,"We will be fine, buckle up! Then the plane took a sudden deep nose dive. The cabin was filled with screams as the plane started to lose altitude. Art tried to stabilize himself on the walls and seats as he made his way to the cockpit. He entered the cockpit and yelled to Sam,"WHAT IS GOING ON?!" He strapped himself into the pilot's chair and placed a headset on his head.

"I have not idea! The plane isn't responding!" Sam replies as he pulled on the control wheel to pick up the nose. It succeeded but only to a certain degree. They were still losing altitude fast. Art grabbed his steering wheel as well and pulled as hard as he could as well. Only to somewhat stabilize the aerial vehicle. Art switched his headset to come on through the intercom,"This is your Co-Captain speaking, please remain in your seats and buckle your seat belts! Argh!" The plane took another nose dive, Art looked out the windshield and could see that they were on a crash course with a large lush island. Using all of his energy he kept pulling the steering wheel, grunting in pain from fighting the much heavier plane.

The island's green jungle tops were closing in, Art thought of his daughter and prayed that she would be ok. He got back on the intercom,"Assume the crashing position! We are going down!" The plane rapidly flew down to the tops of the trees. "Brace for impact!" Art was able to give one final warning before the nose of the plane made first contact with a large tropical tree. Then loud crunching sounds engulfed the plane, branches of the trees hitting and ripping at the hull, sounding as if a thousand machine guns ripped at the place. The airliner's tail caught onto a huge tree and ripped off causing a large hole, exposing the rear passengers to rushing air. A second later the right wing flew off, also making a hole that allowed air to rush in as whatever wasn't bolted to the ground exited. Art and Sam continued to fight for the plane to land when Art saw a large tree trunk rush into his view.

Then his whole world went black.

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Character Portrait: Yasmin Acosta Character Portrait: Nicholas Vance Character Portrait: Art Cortez Character Portrait: Jessica Brooks Character Portrait: Joseph Williams Character Portrait: Charlotte "Charlie" Cortez* Character Portrait: Holden Madison Character Portrait: Marilyn McAubren

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"Well, I'm thinking that maybe we could hit Bermuda or transfer over to the Caribbean. I'm actually just winging it right now! I figured we would be up for an adventure!" He said and Charlie beemed. She was so glad be here with her dad. John was NOT her father, and never would be. She couldn't wait til she was 18, she had every intention on living with him. The school she wanted to go to was right where he lived. It would be the perfect excuse, since she was sure he wouldn't want her living on campus.

He looked back down at her with a grin. "Honestly, Im just glad we can have some Daddy-Daughter time! First, I need to land this plane and take care of the passengers, ok? There's a blonde behind you a couple rows and she looks more uncomfortable than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Watch this." He said and Charlie rolled her eyes, with a smile. Her friends made it a point to tell her how 'hot' her father was. It was gross, but she knew it was true for the most part, she wasn't blind. He had an effect on women...she just wish she didn't have to see it. She looked back in her seat, watching her father "Not" Flirt with the blonde woman.

She sat back against the seat, with a chuckle. He was a mess but she loved him for it.

It was then that plane veered right, causing her to grip the seat hard. "Daddy?" Charlie peeped, before looking up to see him there. A worried frown creased her brow, as he looked at her. Worry etched his features as well.

We will be fine, buckle up!" He said, and she nodded, and didn't hesitate to buckle up.

Her heart was racing as she watched her father run to the cockpit. She swallowed. They were gonna be fine, her father was here, he wouldn't let anything happen to her. He told her that, her whole life, she knew it, trusted it and right now, counted on it.
"This is your Co-Captain speaking, please remain in your seats and buckle your seat belts! Argh!"
It was then the plane shifted again, turbulence was the understatement of the year as the plane began to plummet. She left off a horrified squeal, closing her eyes as she heard those stupid masks fall. She didn't know what they were for really but it was never a good sign when they fell.
"Assume the crashing position! We are going down!" She heard her father say. Panic washed over her. She wanted to go to him, and didn't want to be back here by herself.For some reason she turned her head, her eyes opened, and she caught sight of the window beside her. Trees. "Brace for impact!"

It was then something exploded and in a rush of wind, Charlie felt her whole body being yanked. She was still strapped in but her seat didn't seem have the same luck. With a violent jerk, her seat was hanging on by a thread, with one more jerk, the seat was free, and Charlie went spinning out, blacking out from impact.

The last thing she felt was a sharp snap in her leg.

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Character Portrait: Yasmin Acosta Character Portrait: Nicholas Vance

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Day: Friday
Location: Airplane
Yasmin couldn't believe how lucky she has been today. Not only was she going on her first vacation in years but the guy whom she had been checking out had made contact with her. She just hoped that everything would continue going great for her this week. Though just as she was lost in her thoughts, the plane took a huge tilt to the right, causing her to lean towards Nick as she tried to gain her balance so she wouldn't fall out of the seat and on top of him. "What the hell is going on?" she yelled out in fear as she heard the others panicking as well. Thankfully it wasn't just her.

When the co-pilot's voice came through the intercom, she immediately did as she said and buckled up. She couldn't believe that this may be the last day she lived. She hoped that things would quickly be figured out before the plane made an impact with the ground but of course she got her hopes up way too high.

As the plane was getting closer and closer to the ground, she found herself digging her nails into the arms of the seat she was sitting in and even found herself crying. Just as she was about to say something, the plane hit the ground and everything went one hundred times more chaotic than it was before. The plane was falling apart, passengers were being ripped out of the plane, other getting injured, the last thing she remembered was a huge pain on her left arm before she blacked out.

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Character Portrait: Charlotte "Charlie" Cortez Character Portrait: Yasmin Acosta Character Portrait: Nicholas Vance Character Portrait: Art Cortez Character Portrait: Jessica Brooks Character Portrait: Joseph Williams Character Portrait: Holden Madison Character Portrait: Marilyn McAubren

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As Joseph finished his lunch, he could not help but see a great number of people around him leaving their seats to converse with the opposite sex. Inwardly, he started to panic. Was he missing something, perhaps a social convention he had not been aware of for his first 19 years on earth. God, he hated social situations. He always embarrassed himself.

Before he could dwell more on his fellow passengers, he felt the plane shake and the co-captain on the intercom trying to reassure them before he screamed and fell silent. Then he heard the words that made his blood run cold.

"Assume the crashing position! We are going down!"

He tried to remember what he was supposed to do. When the masks fell, the person next to him struggled to get hers on. Instinctively, he reached out to help her, but then he felt the plane shake on impact and his head bang into the seat in front of him. His vision blackened even as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

People will need medical attention, he thought as he slumped forward.

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Character Portrait: Yasmin Acosta Character Portrait: Nicholas Vance

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Nick laughed at the woman's comment regarding his seat being all but absorbed, what was left of it being lathered in saliva. Taking the seat, he stole a glance back toward the restroom to see a few more people already lined up for it. To be honest, he really didn't need to get there anytime soon but rather was just happy to be out of his old seat. And in much better company now...

With a slight intake of breath, he turned to introduce himself to the woman beside him as the plane rumbled slightly before veering sharply, cutting him off before he started. The woman nearly flew out of her seat with the violent motion of the plane. Nick reached over to help stabilize her as she regained her bearings. "What the hell is going on?" Nick had no time to even fathom an answer as the plane continued to shake and rattle. Quickly reaching into the seat, he pulled on the two parts that formed the seat belt and buckled himself in, yanking down to ensure it was secured. People screamed and yelled all around as the plane steeply dipped in the sky, adding more chaos to the scene. He could barely hear the intercom as passengers all around the plane began to lose their minds. He looked over and saw the horror on the woman's face next to him as the first tear rolled down her cheek. It was then Nick realized they might not survive this. Everything seemed to slow down in that moment. The oxygen masks dancing around the cabin, people screaming around the aircraft fell deaf on his ears, people even left the safety of their seats, appearing to go in slow motion as they made their way wherever they thought they were going.

Seeking the armrest, his hand fell over the woman's beside him as she held it in a death grip. The warmth of her hand brought everything back to normal, the chaos slammed home with greater intensity as the plane hit the ground judging from the trees he could see through the window. The tail was ripped off and next the wing. The entire plane shook with more intensity than before as it skid and bounced its way along. People were ripped from the plane through the hole where the wing previously sat. Luggage in the overhead compartments launched from their places to scatter all around them. Nick shielded his head from a heavy bag that fell from above him, bouncing off his arm.

It seemed like an eternity that the plane was being torn apart, but finally, everything began to still. Smoke and dust clouded vision in every direction as Nick coughed and tried to look around him. He immediately looked to the woman next to him, finding her unconscious. From what, he could only guess. He didn't see and external would that was life-threatening and two fingers to the artery beside her throat found a strong pulse. Finally checking her breathing, he unbuckled his seat belt and shakily came to his feet. There was carnage all around him. Few of the passengers remaining in the plane were moving. There was a gaping hole in the tail and right side of the fuselage, and everyone around the holes was gone.

It was around the third person he checked that he realized not many people were left alive. Nick couldn't be sure how much of the dust was just dust, and if it was smoke, there'd be fire. He unbuckled the woman who had been courteous enough to allow him the seat next to her and carefully lifted her as best he could, making his way out of the plane via the hole where the wing used to be. He carefully set her down against one of the trees extending up above. With her safely away from the plane and the potential hazards that possibly still existed, he got back to his feet and went back into the plane to look for other survivors.

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Character Portrait: Yasmin Acosta Character Portrait: Nicholas Vance Character Portrait: Art Cortez

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Yasmin slowly opened her eyes and blinked a couple times before finding that she was upon the ground and leaned against a tree. She slowly went to stand up and found that her left forearm had been badly cut open. The woman bit her bottom lip as she continued to her feet and immediately held her right hand over the injury in her arm.

Yasmin began looking around, to see if anyone else had survived and smiled when she found the man who had taken the empty seat beside her just moments before the plane crashed to the ground. With a slight cough she found herself beginning to speak, "Hey, found any other survivors yet?" she questioned as she began looking around the damaged parts of the plane that laid scattered upon the ground of the forest surrounding them.

At this point she began looking around, trying to help her new acquaintance find other survivors. After a couple moments, she found herself upon the pilots, the head pilot was unmistakably dead and the co-pilot, he was still alive. "Hey, I found someone," she called to the male, hoping that he would be able to help her pull the male out of the damage.

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When Joseph woke up, it was with a splitting headache and a feeling of surreality. He looked around him for half a minute, blinking a little when he noticed that someone was gripping his hand. He blinked. He did not recognize her. She was cute, he noted absentmindedly. She was the sort of person he would be too nervous to talk to under normal circumstances, but then, these weren't normal circumstances.

He removed the oxygen mask from his face. (Was the the one who put it on him? He certainly didn't put it on.) He examined her thoughtfully. She was a little rough around the edges from the crash, but otherwise, she didn't seem to be harmed. Thank God. He smiled encouragingly at her and spoke.

"It's over for now. We... We should find out where we are," he told her. He glanced around with a frown. There seemed to be a few survivors, but others weren't so lucky. He cringed a little at the sight of the bodies. He definitely wasn't ready for this. He pinched his nose before standing up and unlocking the compartment above his seat. With a sigh of relief, he found his first aid kit and his backpack. He could definitely use both.

"Hey, I found someone."

May I examine him?" he asked, gently untangling his hand from the girl's. He stepped over by the unconscious man.

"I have some medical training."

Well, just basic first aid and a year's worth of theory, but it was better than nothing.

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Character Portrait: Yasmin Acosta Character Portrait: Nicholas Vance Character Portrait: Art Cortez Character Portrait: Joseph Williams Character Portrait: Charlotte "Charlie" Cortez*

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"Hey, I found someone."

Nick heard the call from behind him as he bent once more and sighed as his fingers failed to find a pulse on another member. No breathing, no apparent signs of life....She's awake. The thought snapped in his mind as it processed the newly familiar voice. Raising himself from the corpse, he hurried over to the woman once more, coming up just after a youth appeared to help. Something caught his attention a bit away from the aircraft proper as he tried to focus his attention back. He could swear he just saw movement....

"I have some medical training." He overheard as he walked up and looked down at the man built like a brick shithouse lying unconscious in the wreckage. "Where? And how much?" He queried the youth as he hurried over. As he knelt down, he caught the woman's eyes again before his dropped to the gash on her arm. He must have missed it with the smoke and dust before. It wasn't life-threatening, but could become a problem later. The blood that had already seeped out was beginning to dry, and it needed to be cleaned soon. More movement out of the corner of his eye pulled at his attention once again as a piece of wreckage slid off something in the general area he thought he saw something earlier as a tangle of hair was moderately visible. Dropping his eyes down to the unconscious man, he pinched the bridge of his nose and took a breath as he assessed the options.

"Nevermind, it doesn't matter." Nick suddenly said as he sprang into action, disregarding his previous statement to the young man. He unbuttoned his outer shirt and turned it inside out to minimize the amount of dust exposure, leaving him in his v-neck undershirt before folding it in layers and addressing the youth. "Get as much of this wreckage off him as you can safely. Make sure he's stable and try to wake him if you can. Come get me if you find anything significant or questionable." Gently, he pressed his shirt to the woman's arm. "Keep pressure on this." Nick said as he pulled her away a step or two to let the youth work. "See if you can find the concession cart and get the alcohol. The higher the proof the better. See if you can find a needle and thread, check the luggage around and get floss from a toiletry bag if you can't find thread." Before he stepped away, he turned back, grabbing her attention once more. "And hey. Be careful."

Moving quickly through the wreckage, he kept an eye on the location he saw the movement previously. A bit away from the plane, back from where they had crashed in initially he saw a bit of movement once more as more wreckage slid off what appeared to be a pile of it. The copse of hair was visible again as he neared and moved another piece of wreckage to uncover a young girl, still strapped into her seat from the plane. Her chest weakly moved up and down as she drew breath, shifting the wreckage around her and causing it to slide off her. The movement he had seen previously. He cleared the rest off and he immediately noticed the leg, contorted in a sick angle, the skin around it pressed out with the unaligned bones underneath.

Moving her as little as possible to get her out of her seat and clear of the wreckage in a position he could work, he assessed her battered form for any more damage he should be aware of aside from the bumps and bruises. Nick shook his head in disbelief. From the angle and her position relative the fuselage, she wasn't in it when it stopped.

"I need a set of hands over here!" He shouted toward the plane. He needed to set and splint her leg as soon as possible before she woke up. If not, things could get complicated.

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Character Portrait: Yasmin Acosta Character Portrait: Nicholas Vance Character Portrait: Joseph Williams Character Portrait: Charlotte "Charlie" Cortez*

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Day: Friday
Location: Wreckage
Yasmin was just about to respond to the teenager before hearing Nick taking care of it. She just stood there, listening to the conversation between the two and the actions they were making before Nick turned to take care of her own arm. She smiled over at him and held the shirt to her injury just as he said before turning to begin looking for the supplies needed to take care of her arm.

Yasmin rummaged through many suitcases before coming across floss, a needle, and grabbed some alcohol. She sighed a bit and made her way through the wreckage, trying her best to be as careful as possible but that was never easy for Yasmin. While growing up she quickly learned that she was accident prone.

She found herself tripping over part of the wreckage before falling to the ground. "Ow," she stated. Though thankfully all that happened wasn't very bad. All she managed to do was get a couple bruises when she fell. With a soft sigh she pulled herself to her feet again and bent down to pick up all of the supplies before returning to Nick.

Upon being beside him, she glanced down finding a young girl. She looked horrible. Yasmin knelt down beside her and looked to Nick. "Will she be alright?" she questioned. Yasmin hoped that she would be. She hated seeing kids, no matter how old or young they were hurt or worse, possibly dead.

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Character Portrait: Yasmin Acosta Character Portrait: Nicholas Vance Character Portrait: Art Cortez Character Portrait: Joseph Williams Character Portrait: Marilyn McAubren

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While there were some youths out there who would be annoyed at being given orders immediately after they introduced themselves, Joseph was thankfully not among them. Rather, he felt grateful for the man in front of him taking charge. Someone had to and Joe didn't see himself as a leader. So, he bent down and began to work on the unconscious man.

Thankfully there wasn't much wreckage on him. Not enough to leave more than a few bruises and a sore chest for a couple weeks at least. What drew his attention was the laceration cut across his chest. There was blood everywhere and before he could treat the wound, Joe had to clean it up. Thankfully, he had added a bunch of clean rags to his med kit just incase. Thankfully, they were on a beach and salt water was good for cleaning wounds. He dabbed a wag in salt water and got to work cleaning the wound. The salt in the water should act as a bacteriostat and keep the bacteria from replicating. At least, that was what his textbooks said. After he cleaned the man's wound, he eyed it thoughtfully. The cut was less than fourth of an inch deep and wasn't on the face so if it stopped bleeding within ten minutes, it shouldn't need stitches.

He heard a scream and looked up in concern as the girl he sat next to ran from the plane. He felt a pang of guilt. He shouldn't have lefter her alone, but there were people to look after. He glanced down at the man and saw the bleeding had stopped for the most part. He immediately got to work wrapping the wound up. The sooner he treated this man, the sooner her could help the poor girl.

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Character Portrait: Yasmin Acosta Character Portrait: Nicholas Vance Character Portrait: Joseph Williams Character Portrait: Marilyn McAubren

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Dialogue Color: #ff004d || Location: Plane Wreckage

Yasmin was immediately ripped away from what she was doing when she heard a female screaming. She was definitely freaking out. She would be able to tend to her arm in a couple moments. But first she wanted to be sure the young woman was alright. She quickly made her way over towards her, finding that she had been sitting down beneath the same tree she awoke under and knelt down to the ground beside her.

"Hey, it's alright. Just try to take slow, deep breaths," she stated as she began to look over her, being sure there were no injuries that needed to be taken care of.

Yasmin gave a friendly smile before speaking once more, "I'm Yasmin," she introduced, trying to keep some sort of small talk going on so that it would help her calm down a bit more. Yasmin always found that talking to someone always helped her calm down whenever she was panicking.

With a soft sigh, she glanced behind her to see how the two guys were handling everything, hoping that she would be able to help this poor girl calm down a bit before having to return to helping the others. Everything was all beginning to dawn on her. They crashed and now there was no way to get in touch with anyone because all electricity in the plane had gone out. They were going to be stuck here and possibly for a long time.

Yasmin hoped that someone picked up on the fact the plane had gone down before it had and they were able to locate where it crashed before signal went out in the plane.

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Character Portrait: Yasmin Acosta Character Portrait: Nicholas Vance Character Portrait: Joseph Williams Character Portrait: Charlotte "Charlie" Cortez* Character Portrait: Marilyn McAubren

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Location: Plane Wreckage
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Nick had barely had time to take a breath to answer the woman's arrival once more before she was pulled away once more to attend to someone else.

Turning his attention back to the young girl before him, he pushed the others out of his mind and focused on the leg. The swelling and discoloration was minimal, a good sign. Still, it needed to be set as soon as possible, rescue efforts wouldn't respond anytime soon, and they couldn't wait to get her to a hospital.

He quickly went to work gathering up materials from the wreckage around him. A few years ago he had been on a relief trip, aiding efforts in the pacific isles where he picked up a trick to apply traction to an injury such as this one. Working as quickly and carefully as he could afford, he lashed two long lengths of wreckage to either side of the leg, one extending slightly higher and secured around her waist with a random tie he found. Using clothes he found strewn about, he slid padding between her body and the shanks before tightening them for a final time. Securing the two at the bottom with a smaller length, he used a basic knot to secure a length of cloth wrapped around her ankle to the cross-section underneath. A small stick finished off the makeshift contraption as Nick slid it between the two parallel cloth hangings below her foot. Checking once more that she was still out, he took a breath and began to twist the small stick.

Slowly and carefully he twisted it around, keeping constant pressure so it wouldn't unwind. The cloth wrapped around her ankle began to pull the leg down as the cloth twisted and essentially lost length. Once the leg was roughly the same length as the unbroken one beside it, Nick secured the "twisting stick" to hold the traction and prevent the leg from shifting as he firmly secured the leg the rest of the way to prevent any further movement. Now that the leg was secured from outside forces, he lightly propped it with clothes and miscellaneous padding from the wreckage.

With a sigh, Nick sat back and looked around. Things were beginning to settle and most of the immediate danger resulting from the crash was behind them. There were so few people still alive, not to mention moving about...

With nothing pressing at the moment he occupied himself by checking the girl's pulse as he waited to see if she would awaken.

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Character Portrait: Yasmin Acosta Character Portrait: Nicholas Vance Character Portrait: Art Cortez Character Portrait: Jessica Brooks Character Portrait: Joseph Williams Character Portrait: Charlotte "Charlie" Cortez* Character Portrait: Marilyn McAubren

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Yasmin nodded her head at the girl's words before speaking, "There is no need to be sorry. You needed a bit of helpful attention as well. If you can't handle the bodies and stuff, you could look around the wreckage area and try to gather all of the suitcases and other things that you think might come in handy that you can and just pile it all up over here near the tree. You don't have to go near the bodies if you can't handle it," Yasmin explained.

She wasn't going to force the girl into doing something she felt uncomfortable with. That was just wrong, Yasmin has been in that position numerous times. Though she would rather choose not to talk about it. The brunette stood to her feet and looked back down at her. "Just don't go too far and if you need anything, please don't hesitate to let me know." she added before heading back over towards the wreckage.

As Yasmin returned to the wreckage to continue helping the teenager, whom she still hadn't gotten his name from and Nick to find and mend the passengers who survived she spotted a blonde around her age still strapped into the seat. She looked unharmed, though that was until she went around to the front side of her body.

The woman had bruises and cuts all over the place. With a deep breath, she held her fingers to her neck, finding that she was thankfully still alive but from the feeling of her pulse, it might not be for long if her gashes aren't mended. Immediately Yasmin just decided to tie the shirt around her arm, tightly to be sure pressure is still upon it and grabbed the supplies she was told to grab for herself and began cleaning the huge gashes.

Yes, Yasmin's injury needed to be tended to as well, but this woman's needed it more than she did. If they weren't mended in a timely manner she could die and she wouldn't want that to be wished upon anyone. Especially if she were able to help them. Yasmin may not have known much about the medical field, but she at least knew how to do stitches. She's had them enough in her past for her to learn.

OOC: Everyone has now been found and has at least begun to be tended to.

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Character Portrait: Yasmin Acosta Character Portrait: Nicholas Vance Character Portrait: Art Cortez Character Portrait: Jessica Brooks Character Portrait: Joseph Williams Character Portrait: Charlotte "Charlie" Cortez* Character Portrait: Holden Madison Character Portrait: Marilyn McAubren

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When the blonde awoke, she glanced down at her and gave a friendly smile. "Hey, it's alright. You're fine, just try to calm down," she stated to her, noticing that the woman was terrified. She sighed and glanced over her body once more, making sure there were no wounds that immediately needed to be addressed.

"Are you hurt anywhere I didn't get to yet?" she questioned, trying to be sure she got to every life threatening wound.

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The muffled thumps of the V-22’s propeller engines filled the air with the scattered deafening sounds of automatic gunfire snapping and cracking all around the cockpit. Smoke filled the vehicle from a RPG hit that was sustained on the right engine, causing the V22 to roll down towards the earth. Art pulled on the wheel and tried to make the landing as safe as possible, something that’s hard to do when you’re falling from 600 feet up. The earth crept up towards the cockpit and the plane finally made contact with the ground. The crunching of metal and the screams of the 8 Navy SEAL passengers could be heard causing a sort of panic within Art. Art heard another scream that didn’t seem familiar to him but as the yell continued he finally realized the source of the sound was himself. He was yelling and grunting as if he was fighting the V22 to stop with his bare hands. But there was only so much he could do as the plane skidded off the land. The behemoth finally came to a stop.

Art was still tense and extremely alert. They were still in hostile territory and the guys that shot down the plane were still coming. Art unbuckled his safety harness and looked at his Co-Pilot, Rhino. They both nodded at each other and went into action. Art went for the weapon storage behind the chairs as Rhino went for the comms to start calling for an emergency evac. Art located 2 HK MP7s, a German SMG designed to be highly portable but still extremely effective. He grabbed all the mags he could and stashed them throughout his flight suit. Art and Rhino already had their standard issue M9s but they needed something with more of a kick.

Art looked at his long-time partner and asked,”Good to go, Rhino?!” His friend replied,”Good copy! Evac is on the way! Let’s move to a defensible position!

With that they kicked open the jammed cockpit door to discover much of the tail had been ripped off. Two SEALs were up and shooting out at targets that couldn’t be seen. One SEAL was frantically trying to reach Command for an evac as well, but after he saw Art and Rhino he stopped, assuming the pilots made a distress call already. Three SEALs were attending to two of their brothers that had taken injuries from the crash landing. The LT bellowed over the gunfire,”We landed next to a farmer’s compound! We should move to it!” Art nodded in approval.

Another explosion hit and it woke Art up.
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Art spasmed upright, screaming and grabbed the figure in front of him by the collar of the shirt.. There was a young man above him attending to Art. Art felt sore and battered, he couldn’t remember why he was on the ground bleeding. His mind was racing at a million miles an hour trying to figure out how he got back in a war zone. Finally, he recognized the young man, he was a passenger on a plane. A plane he was flying. A plane that had just crashed. He looked around to see a few survivors trying to help each other. Most were bleeding, his mouth opened with shock as everything began to sink in.

Art released the collar of his shirt and instinctively reached for his chest. It burned and he felt his entire torso was wet. Art looked down to see a deep gash across his chest. Blood soaked his uniform and covered his hands, he breathed in and laid back out. Then suddenly his daughter filled his mind. Dark skin, brown curly hair and a pearly white smile.

He sat back up and screamed,”WHERE IS MY CHARLIE?!” Art stood up grasping at his chest, but he stood up too fast. He lost a good amount of blood and the crash had thrown off his equilibrium causing Art to stumble. He fell on his knees and for the first time since his wife left him, Art cried. It was his fault that they crashed. It was his fault that so many people were dead. Now he may never see his daughter again. The only entity that kept Art going. Art continued to cry.

”Charlie…”

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Pain.

That's what she felt first, her entire body ablaze with pain, most of it though was focused, at her legs.
Then, Fear, Pain and Fear.

Charlie's eyes wanted open but didn't, her chest felt as if something heavy was resting on it. She tried to take a breath but a hard hallow cough exploded from her chest. She gasped and coughed, gasped and coughed. Finally her breathing evened, though it was still a bit shallow.

She forced her eyes to open, they felt as heavy as her chest. "Da..." Was all she could managed, seeing the blurry male figure beside her. "Da--Daaddy..." She groaned heavily. "M--my...It hurts...." She whimpered softly, "It really h-hurts..."She moaned, her fingers twitching, as she wanted to point to her leg, but she had no strength, it was taking all she had to speak, and her eyes were opened to thin slivers, barely letting any light in.

The thought of her father being hurt or worse didn't cross her mind. She knew he was right in front of her. He'd always protect her, so she didn't think twice, about speaking to the male figure before her, even though she couldn't see him. She

"I don't want to die....Daddy...please...."She begged, everything hurt in a way that, she didn't know what to do with. She never felt this much pain before, nor this much fear. She thought she was going to die.

"Daddy....."

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Character Portrait: Yasmin Acosta Character Portrait: Nicholas Vance Character Portrait: Jessica Brooks Character Portrait: Charlotte "Charlie" Cortez*

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Yasmin listened to every word that slipped out of Jessica's mouth before retreating to the backside of her and looking at her shoulder. She could see why the woman was in pain, but thankfully it was nothing serious. "You have a few scratches on your shoulder, but it's nothing serious," she stated as she finally stood back to her feet. At that point she heard a little girl beginning to call out for her father.

Yasmin's motherly instincts quickly kicked in and she immediately turned her attention towards the girl's voice. Nick was doctoring her as best as he could. She immediately made her way towards Nick to help him out. "It's okay darling. Try to calm down. We'll find your father and make sure he is alright. Just first cooperate with us and we can get you out of here safely," she stated before turning her complete attention over to Nick.

"Help me get this off her leg and we can finish getting the bandages on it so we can move her," she stated, making her way over to one of the heavy pieces of the plane that was still on her leg, one that she knew would be a relief to get off the poor girl.

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ImageJessica heard what the lady had said and thought if it weren't to bed she would like to get up to help the others or look for her bag which had some supplies in it just in case this happened, so Jessica got up and started to walk around.

She wondered on to find what looked like to be a piece of the plane she went down on her knees and started looking when she thought she had seen it in the water since of the neat freak, weird person she was she put everything in sealed bags that wouldn't allow water into it. When she was about to go into the water she had thought of a problem her cut..., so she decided maybe to start yelling to see if anybody would come to help her get her bag which was hooked on to a piece of the metal "Anybody Out there I need HELP....." she said hoping someone would hear her.