Name: Elysia Shock
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Shipping: sure
Occupation: has an afterschool job at a grocery store
Appearance: very frizzy black hair. she tries to keep it in a bun but she always has flyaways. She has electric blue eyes.
Usual Attire: jeans and a shirt that has puns on them
Personality: smiley, extroverted, likes to make others laugh, optimistic, cant sit still
Reason for Traveling: her and her family (her mum, her, and her little sister) won a trip
Power: electricity
Name: Rigel
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Shipping: YYYYYAAAAAASSS
Occupation: Works at McDonalds for some extra cash
Appearance: http://nextluxury.com/wp-content/uploads/hard-part-greaser-short-hairstyles-for-males.jpg
Usual Attire: (Same as appearance)
Personality: Shy, anxious, gets scared and panicked easily. Also gets attached pretty easily too
Reason for Traveling: He was getting sick of being in the same town for too long, and frankly just needed a break from his family always breathing down his neck.
Power: Void
Extras: He’s Christian
(Is he okay?)
(I guess we can start now…if others want to join they can. Excuse the terrible quality of the intro.)
Kylie dragged her suitcase towards the terminal, giving her slow grandma looks behind her shoulder. She had been waiting for their trip to Scotland for months, and it had finally arrived. She couldn't wait.
Rigel walked towards the terminal. The feeling of guilt still clouded over his thoughts like a haze. He shouldn’t have just left a note, he should’ve at least said something. But frankly he was convinced that they wouldn’t have allowed him to go, even when he had his ticket. Rigel glanced at it, a silent reminder of what he did. What he was doing.
Kylie bounced from her grandma to her chair and back again. "Grandmaaaa! Come on! They're about to load us - this is, frankly, the trip of a lifetime and you look about ready to head home!"
"I'm old," Kylie's grandma croaked. "Excuse my oldness, will you?"
Elysia walked right next to her mother who was holding her baby sister. Elysia dragged the rolling suitcase behind them.
"Alright, alright. Let's just go." Kylie stepped up to the terminal to show her ticket to the flight attendant, who let her pass. Her grandma followed.
Rigel boarded the plane, trying to focus on what was going on around him instead of the past. He rolled his shoulder as he found his seat, an aisle seat thankfully. He was never particularly fond of the idea of sitting in between two strangers.
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.
