Mikhail headed to the terminal, his mind wandering back to the night his parents had been murdered. He was just a small child at that time, and it on his birthday when his parents died so he hates his birthday. He sighed as he quickly passed through the terminal and got into the plate, looking around for his seat.
"I'll have to have a rest here," Kylie's grandmother decided, plopping down in the first seat. "You go on and find yourself a better one," She instructed.
Kylie nodded and continued down the plane. The only seats not taken were the two window seats - the aisle one was taken up by a burly man in a leather jacket.
Seeing as this was her only choice, Kylie sidled into the window seat of the row.
Elysia and her family finally made it to the terminal. she showed the lady at the terminal all three if there tickets. she let them in. when they got on the plain they realized that they were separated. "its ok. I'm only a few rows down. ill fine on my own," she said before sitting down in her aisle seat.
"Alright Elysia but come over to my seat if need anything." her mother said before going to her seat.
Mikhail finally found his seat and he sat down in it, he never really cared about who his neighbors were so he looked out the window while sighing, unless it was an attractive man of course, but it rarely happened.
The most curious-looking boy Kylie had seen in a while squeezed himself between the strange man and Kylie. She snuck glances at him out of the corner of her eye, observing with curiosity his brown skin and blue hair.
Mikhail glanced around him and saw a woman staring at him. It's probably because of my hair isn't it? Of course it is, why am I even questioning myself. He thought as he glanced at the woman before looking out the window again.
Rigel adjusted himself in his seat. He needed a smoke. Rigel was never really comfortable when he was around strangers, but at the same time… Rigel scoffed at himself, shaking his head a little.
An interesting combination, Kylie thought to herself before turning her attention to the seat in front of her. Look at that. Her grandma had told her to find a better seat, and here she was, squashed between a curious-looking man and a burly biker-type guy. She sighed.
Aaaaand she's probably judging me now, deciding if she wanted to talk to me or avoid at like i'm a plague. Mikhail thought, not even bothering to look at the girl since everyone judged him because of his hair color, most of the time.
Conversation, conversation. The young woman gathered up her courage and turned to the man. "How'd you pick that color? I really like it." It wasn't a lie - her pink tips were fading and she needed a new color.
Rigel heard his phone buzzing in his pocket, and quickly took it out. “Mother…” He muttered under his breath, dismissing the call and putting his phone on airplane mode. I really need a smoke… Rigel hadn’t smoked at all the past few days, but the habit kept egging at him.
Mikhail jumped slightly and looked at the girl. "Oh -uhm- thanks, and I just like colors with silver undertones so I picked blue which is my favorite color and I died my hair that color," He said, hoping he wouldn't mess up or anything like that.
"I like the silver undertone thingy. Do you think it could happen with pink?" Kylie asked, holding up a couple strands of her own hair for example - ignoring the 'mother' she heard from the man next to her. He smelled like smoke.
Mikhail shrugged. "I guess, I'm not sure, but I think it would look nice on you," He answered, glancing at her hair and smiling a bit. He was glad he was able to have a normal conversation with a stranger.
"Thanks. I wonder how it would turn out," Kylie comments, glancing sideways at her own bright pink tips.
Mikhail glanced over her face and tried to imagine what she looked like with pink hair that had silver undertones. "The gray might overpower the pink a bit, maybe," He commented.
"Yeah…maybe not." She shrugged.
"You can use editing apps to see you how would look with pink hair and silver undertones, that's what I did when I was picking a color," He replied.
(May I join as air?)
(why hello bleu! There's not air, but there is wind and storm. Which would you prefer?)
"Really? Is there a certain app I could use?" Kylie pulls out her phone.
(Hello, and thanks!)
"You can use any app you want but I would suggest {random editing app} to edit your hair color," Mikhail answered.
Rigel stood from his seat, debating if he could go sneak a smoke in the bathroom before take off. He grabbed out his wallet, opening it to reveal his drivers license, credit card, and other necessities. Including three emergency cigarettes sticking out the side.
Name: Rai Cloud (Storm Cloud)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Shipping: Sure, why not?
Occupation: Waiter
Appearance: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/337488565810699088/
Usual Attire: Something simple or comfortable. Such as hoodies, jeans and converse.
Personality: Rai has a very hard to read personality, since he is bi polar. He is usually very sarcastic or a memester. Don't let his jokes get to you, though. They hide a very broken person.
Reason for Traveling: He just wants to see the world.
Power: Wind
Extras: You'll see~~
(The pic of him reminded me of Halo)
(Eh. They're similar in a way. He's actually Halo's twin, in actual character realities)
(that's cool!)
(Yeah… you'll see why he's depressed though)
(oki den)
Hawkin was running to get to his terminal. He was finally getting to explore the world he had only found in books. Sure a library was fun, but books can only do so much… He rushed to the flight attendant manning the terminal. "Am I too late?" He frantically stumbled over his words. The flight attendant smiled and said no. Hawkin sighed a huge sigh of relief. He shouldered his backpack, and walked onto the plane. He sat in the very back, next to the window. He wanted to be as far from the engines as possible. Sure he could fix them, but he could also break them. Very easily. He put in his headphones and looked out the window, hoping he hadn't drawn any attention to himself….