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Flashes of red flaring around, with ropes letting go from the ceiling. Gas mask are dangling ready to be use. Any free chairs in fifteen a row are like a desert, but four aren't. Filled with four body's not moving a muscle hiding in the dark.
The gap widened at the end of the rows of chairs. Part of the rows lighten up by the end of the corridor, making it more alive. Most of the gasmaks were trying to escape to the end of the corridor were it drops down in a sky full of colour of defferent shades of blue. Smoke was coming at the end of the corner of the corridor, spreading fast burning the chairs in its path. Two bodys stood up grabbing their gear but one remain on the seat and the other decided to go straight to the exit ignoring the conditions and just sprinted from the end of the corridor and out through the exit, with only his vest with combat knives and huge baggy jeans, but he is alot more muscular than the others in the group. Two more jumped out together, this time they use their gear too early and activate the jet pack to speeding up their fall. The last person still on the plane is just doing a casual walk towards the exit and look down at the blue sky poisoned by the smoke spreading everywhere. The plane is losing attitude in the sky causing one of the wing to come of leaving it behind exploding during the progress in mid air. He took his gear and only held it in his hands and put the back pack on his back instead. He put his hand in the middle of the gear and turn the knob onto yellow module (caution). He jumped out with his black t shirt tooked in, with out moving an muscle in fact the only thing he will do is by pressing the red Button that is under his thumb as the gravity forcfuly grabbed him not making his heart increase a beat. Three seconds later still falling in mid air seeing the plane crashed causing a big exsplodtion in the distance covering alot of lands. He press the red button firing flames in a few centre meters from his face blazing past of his face, but without flinching. Holding his hand in the centre as the speed is still rapidly increasing.
If a human trys this act their skull would be crushed or fractured by the gravity it self, or maybe your limb will be ripped of one by one. At two metres towards the lands he let go causing the jet pack to go unstable and two seconds later it been blown to bits in mid air.
He instantly put his legs out and landed like it was nothing making his feet to go on impulses mode making blue energy around him, like waves of the sea. "show of," the calm cracky voice came from right beneath him, making him realise he's on an higher tarrane, that is a object witch is bairly reconisible. It is a form of an old tank, well it should be. Looking at his cracked watch with not many gears working reveling his scared arm like constant stich marks all over his arm, putting up an intense look and putting an image in his eyes and press exsept. A big long black military faux came from no where rafting around his whole body naturally. He grabbed a packet of cigarette with an small but deadly lighter. Lighting up his cigarette and putting the rest back taking one deep breath and release a huge amounts of smoke punching through the air.
"where is the other two?" looking at the big brute with one side of his face scared along with his hair as well, with an robotic eye on his scared side. His other side is completly normal, with three inch long brown hair covering his good eye.
Suddenly a small girly voice came up behind the big brute looking suprice. "that not fair... Standing on a tank looking a complete bad ass... There is no doubt you planed this." making an whiny tone. Taking another deep breath with his cigarette and out before speaking. "so, we got an brute and two kids."
"screw you I'm sixteen!" trying to make an come back, with annoying sound. The other kid is slightly bigger than the girl staying quiet. With his hands tooked in his pockets covered in black clothing, with very unorganise blond hair. The girl has an blond hair pony tail with an pink hoodie covering most of the body.
The boy finally spoke up "so what are we gonna do.
Taking another a smoke with a long pause as everyone looked at the guy on a abandoned tank with two 2 inch horns on his head shape like a blade with an color of blue showing red veins in his horns moving rapidly like it is some sort of energy. It is very much reconisible from his brown hair that is very messy, with lots of different lengths. He dumped his whole body on the object to sit making himself comfortable. Opening his mouth to speak with a very enthusiastic voice, "wait twenty minutes of course..."