It's one thing to assume the worst, but it's another to accept your fate as it is and deal with it with clenched teeth. June is one of those people. Curled up nice and cozy, book in hands and knees propped up to his chest, the little brunette was flipping the cream pages feverishly. The latest book he picked up at the airport was some cheesy Fantasy novel, filled with the typical glorious knight fighting for his kingdom and wife-to-be back at home. His hazel peepers were glued to the black text, glowing with a keen fascination that even the happiest person on the planet couldn't keep up with. Reading was always his favorite pastime, apparent in his giddiness just by holding the damn thing, but there was something peculiarly wonderful about this new addition he bought. The fluidity of the words, the relatable characteristics of the characters, and even the descriptions the author used for the settings; maybe it was the writing, maybe it was his imagination, either or, you wouldn't dare rip it away from his tiny clutches. June lifted his head up just a tad to gaze out his window when the entire plane seemed to jolt, causing him to raise his brows and tug at the plump, pink flesh of his bottom lip with his two front teeth. Was that normal? It had to of been, but June knew for a fact that that wasn't turbulence. About to open his mouth, his voice was silenced by the same questions others around him began to ask, desperately looking around for answers. Something along the lines of "What's going on?" and "Is everything okay?", June shut his book and placed his feet back on the floor, tightening his seat belt to at least give himself some reassurance.
Across the aisle, two seats over to be exact sat the blonde haired male, Leoh, arms folded and half of his body sprawled across the seat tray in front of him nearly half asleep. While the talking level of the plane was at a minimum, it shielded over the soft beats emanating from the pair of headphones snugged against his ears. Plane rides were never his thing, let alone with a bunch of young, annoying boys, but nevertheless he couldn't complain; he was lucky enough to get a row all to himself. Sitting with strangers to the point your knees and shoulders were brushing against one another made his skin crawl, so he made sure to board first and flash teeth and glares at those who attempted to take the free seats next to him. It didn't take much though, his rough hair cut, resting bitch-face and let alone towering height made the efforts fairly easy. There was a dark aura surrounding him, and he made sure to keep it that way. Shifting his body, the plane gave a sudden surprise and shoved his weight forward, causing him to jump up and smack the top of his head against the seat in front of him. Leoh jumped up and ripped the pair of headphones off from his ears, sleepily rubbing the part that ruffled his hair and cursing softly to himself. He heard the confused whispers and even before he could place his tray back up, the entire plane shifted downward, causing his stomach to flop to the tips of his toes.
Just in that moment, it seemed like the plane burst with sound. Those wandering began jumping into seats and tightening belts and high-pitched screams was the only thing audible. Luggage tumbled down from the compartments above and down the center aisle, and the pilot on the intercom, though loud and composed, was muffled entirely. June inhaled sharply and covered his face with his tiny hands, whispering soft words to at least calm his nerves. This was where he was going to die, he just knew it. He was dealt the card of being unlucky for most of his life and here, in just one moment it would all be gone. He couldn't go home. No more books, no more dessert and no more adventuring. Leoh on the other hand placed his tray up, tightened his belt and sat back, closing his eyes to listen to the chaos unraveling before him. If he were to die, hell, it's not like he had much of a life anyway. No one would miss him, his family was gone. What was the point anymore? He had nothing, or let alone anyone to look forward to.
In a matter of seconds the plane hit the water and everyone started scrambling in a panicked frenzy. No one bothered with the luggage and started for the exits, shoving and swimming with nothing but the clothes on their backs. June, frustrated and on the verge of tears struggled with his seat belt a bit before he managed to unlatch it. He wanted to grab his things, his books and new clothes he had bought but knew for the sake of whatever life he had left, had to leave it behind. The water was cold, prickling at the surface of his skin like knives of ice while the thin male used the remaining of his strength to swim out and towards the shore. He struggled a bit more, tired and weighed down by the heaviness of his jeans and sweater but he pushed on, gasping for air and pulling the water passed him. He wasn't used to this at all. The comforts of his bed and blankets were all he ever knew. An eternity passed, and his scrambling movements came to a slow when the sand mushed under his toes. "I'm alive.." June breathed, stumbling onto the shore and gasping for an easy breath of air. His clothes were soaked, sticking to his shivering frame and he just wanted to lay there to thank whatever allowed him to live another day. A few tears welled at the corners of his eyes, but he immediately wiped them, trying to keep himself relaxed. Now wasn't the time to start crying.
Leoh was one of the few to leave the plane first, having no patience for the people who had no idea what to do to. The aching numb of the water and the wind knocking the waves about was nothing to him, just another factor he would soon have to ignore. His body carved into the surface with ease, pushing and shoving against the immense force of the waves before he realized he was at the shore. Digging his fists into the thick sand, he pulled himself up and laid there for a bit, completely sprawled out with chest raising and falling. The blonde was exhausted. While his body was molded around such harsh conditions, it had been a while since it strained him this bad. "God dammit." He cursed, pulling himself up onto to his feet to rip off the shirt constricting his movements. He didn't care how cold he was, the shirt was heavy, sticking to his body and lining every crevice and curve of his torso. Leoh looked to the ever-growing crowd of quivering boys and let out a grumble, throwing the wet fabric over his shoulder. All he could hear was complaining and the talk of gathering wood for a fire. "Gather all the wood that you want but if none of you know how to start a fire, it'll be a waste of fuckin' time." He shouted, shaking the water from his hair. "And I don't think a fire will feed us at night either."
June rolled over onto his stomach and peered over the mounds of sand towards Leoh and the rest of the group, listening to his shouts. While a bit harsh, especially after what just happened, June couldn't help but raise his hand. He knew just about everything there was when it came to basic survival. When it came to starting fires, eating certain plants and even building a shelter; reading random books came in handy at the right times. The brunette sniffled a little, and scurried onto his two legs to meet up with everyone else. "I know how to start one." He said, holding his hands together and rocking on his heels. "I read it in a book somewhere.. and a bunch of other stuff too. I'll help."