Post by Mercy on Oct 20, 2006 10:56:44 GMT -5
"...Ands it's a beautiful, sunny day here in Jackson, Mississippi, with the temperature at eighty-seven degrees. We hope you enjoyed your flight today, and on behalf of the entire crew: thank you for flying American Airlines."
Evie's consciousness faded in from nothingness, slowly aware that there was a voice speaking. She listened to it and stared at the back of the seat in front of her blankly. When it was over, Mercy looked around, sleepily, as though she'd just woken up from a good, long night's rest. But she was waking up in a completely different place than she'd gone to sleep, and slowly fear crept over her as she saw that she was on a plane.
Her eyes grew wide as she looked at the people across the aisle from her, those in front, the stewardess collecting trash. She looked out the window and saw that they were moving slowly toward the airport building. Where was she? Was Carter with her? She looked around for him, but it didn't seem like there had ever been a person sitting next to her.
Was this some part of her powers? To black out and randomly go places?
She unbuckled her seatbelt to stand, not knowing what she intended to do when she got up--talk to a stewardess or try to jump off of the plane--but her foot kicked something. She looked down and saw her purse and a duffel bag. 'My phone,' she thought suddenly, and she bent down to retrieve it from her purse.
She found Carter's number and dialed it. No answer. She licked her lips and left a message when the machine beeped. "Hey, Carter....It's...Evie. Uh...I don't know how I got here," she ducked her head and lowered her voice, not walking people around to overhear her.
"But I'm on a plane in Jackson, Mississippi. Call me as soon as you get this. I'm, uh...I'm just going to sit in the terminal and wait till you call. Or...something..." Evie swallowed anxiously; what was she going to do?
She hung up, and by that time had decided her next plan of action. She found Wade's number and dialed it, holding the phone to her ear and listening. But it didn't ring; it played some old rock song. Was that AC/DC or whoever? Mercy held the phone an inch from her ear, to dull the sound a little bit. Having been around R&B, hip hop, and rap for as long as she could remember...Outdated white guys who were popular ten years ago were not her music style.
Evie's consciousness faded in from nothingness, slowly aware that there was a voice speaking. She listened to it and stared at the back of the seat in front of her blankly. When it was over, Mercy looked around, sleepily, as though she'd just woken up from a good, long night's rest. But she was waking up in a completely different place than she'd gone to sleep, and slowly fear crept over her as she saw that she was on a plane.
Her eyes grew wide as she looked at the people across the aisle from her, those in front, the stewardess collecting trash. She looked out the window and saw that they were moving slowly toward the airport building. Where was she? Was Carter with her? She looked around for him, but it didn't seem like there had ever been a person sitting next to her.
Was this some part of her powers? To black out and randomly go places?
She unbuckled her seatbelt to stand, not knowing what she intended to do when she got up--talk to a stewardess or try to jump off of the plane--but her foot kicked something. She looked down and saw her purse and a duffel bag. 'My phone,' she thought suddenly, and she bent down to retrieve it from her purse.
She found Carter's number and dialed it. No answer. She licked her lips and left a message when the machine beeped. "Hey, Carter....It's...Evie. Uh...I don't know how I got here," she ducked her head and lowered her voice, not walking people around to overhear her.
"But I'm on a plane in Jackson, Mississippi. Call me as soon as you get this. I'm, uh...I'm just going to sit in the terminal and wait till you call. Or...something..." Evie swallowed anxiously; what was she going to do?
She hung up, and by that time had decided her next plan of action. She found Wade's number and dialed it, holding the phone to her ear and listening. But it didn't ring; it played some old rock song. Was that AC/DC or whoever? Mercy held the phone an inch from her ear, to dull the sound a little bit. Having been around R&B, hip hop, and rap for as long as she could remember...Outdated white guys who were popular ten years ago were not her music style.