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Nathan slid out from under the chair he had crawled under when the plane started falling. His head ached, but it didn't feel like a concussion (he was well acquainted with concussions, having played various contact-heavy sports in high school), so he figured it'd be fine. After searching for his bag for a few minutes, found that it had slid backwards and gotten stuck under a broken chair — but he managed to get it out. His phone was dead, but the food that he'd convinced the staff to let him bring on was still intact. It may not be the healthiest, but judging by where they'd crashed (he'd glanced out the window while they were going down, before he went under the seat), it was going to be pretty much the only definitely edible food around — unless he tested the various plants and animals on other people to see if they were edible, but he doubted he'd find any willing participants.
Looking around, he spotted a door — right as the part of the plane where he was standing lurched sideways. He guessed that the wing had fallen off, or something like that. It catapulted him against the wall, and the door was now directly beside him — and very obviously jammed shut. Nathan cursed, softly, and kicked at the latch. It didn't move. "Damn it!"
"Would the window shatter if I threw one of those bits of metal at it?" he wondered aloud, not really expecting an answer. The twisted pieces of metal on the floor must be the result of some impact from something — probably parts of a broken chair. But Nathan didn't know how thin or thick the plane windows were — though he guessed they were probably fairly strong.
Nathan looked around, trying to see if there was another way out. Finding none, he instead opted to see if there was anyone he could talk to or get to help him. Maybe their part of the plane had broken off from the rest of it, and the aisle led to an exit — but Nathan, despite all his crocodile-related exploits, was not brave enough to venture into the wreckage and smoke that obscured the rest of the space.
He spotted another teenager sitting down, and Nathan made his way over to the boy. "Phone not working? I'm pretty sure everything electronic's broken." Initiating conversation was definitely not Nathan's strong point — he tended to butt into them instead. But the kid looked like he was probably not going to talk to some random guy voluntarily, unless he was really drunk — and he also looked the type to be both too young and too not-that-kind-of-stupid to get drunk. "You okay?" He figured it was polite to at least check that the other didn't have some sort of concussion or something before annoying the hell out of him.
"I was thinking there might be some way to get out if we go down the aisle," he added, as an afterthought. "But I'd rather not walk into that smoke alone — need someone to notice if I don't come back out." The smoke had begun to drift in their direction, and while Nathan wouldn't know one part of a plane from another if it landed on top of him, he was fairly sure that there were things under their feet that were liable to explode.
"Uhhhhhhh..." Nathan was not a particularly upstanding citizen. When he'd thought of walking down the plane to find an exit, he hadn't bothered to think about the various other people who could be stuck or injured or dead. He would say that he didn't care — except Nathan was very much not in the mood for getting ditched for disliking dead bodies. "I'm sure there are people around who have, like, actual qualifications, if people are in danger. We're just teenagers." Speaking of which... "How old are you?" he asked, concerned by the thought that this guy could be significantly younger than him — although he doubted it, the kid looked to be in his late teens. But Nathan didn't want to drag a thirteen-year-old around, because thirteen-year-olds were almost as annoying as twelvies.
And there were some very impolite ways that Nathan would describe twelve-year-olds.
"The smoke's spreading more, we should get out before we suffocate," Nathan said, in the tone of voice that he used when trying to get his friends to hurry up and get to class before they were late. He was trying not to panic, but Nathan didn't feel like getting choked to death because he'd decided to go talk to this kid. "What's your name?"
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"I'd say nice to meet you, but the circumstances aren't really that good. Hi, I'm Nathan. I'm eighteen, but my friends say I act like a five-year-old sometimes." Nathan took hold of Daniel's hand and dragged him down the walkway. "I think the back broke off while we were going down — I definitely heard something come off, and it wasn't the front." It briefly occurred to Nathan that he had absolutely no idea what could be waiting for them outside, but he ignored that thought and kept going. He'd rather have to fight some giant evil reptile than suffocate or get blown up by an exploding piece of machinery.
He should really have given Daniel some input into what they did, but the sixteen-year-old seemed clueless. So Nathan did what he was best at — taking the lead and rushing into things, without once checking with the other. It was fairly effective — in this situation, at least — but Nathan also had very few friends, and this was part of why.
At last, they reached the end of their part of the plane — there was a gaping hole where the back of the plane should be, and beyond that, a wide beach. The ground was also several metres below them, and Nathan let go of Daniel's hand in favour of holding onto a seat, leaning over and trying to see a way down.
"How good are you at climbing? Or jumping down and landing safely?"
