Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183350/@comment-5543592-20190903153342

Josey opened his eyes, slowly.

Somewhere, distantly, an alarm was beeping. "Pull up.  Pull up."

Where ever he was, it was dark, the light only coming from faint cracks in the windows to his left.

He tried to move and found he was suspended, awkwardly, on his side, dangling in a chair of some kind.

"The fuck...?" He reached down, undoing the buckles that held him in place, and cried out in surprise when he fell, landing with a thud on interior door of the flipped vertibird.

He was covered in something, he whipped it away from his face, wincing as he clumsily palmed the cuts there. His hand came back covered in dirt and blood.

He was more awake then. He was in a Vertibird flipped onto its side. The front of the jet, the cockpit, was smashed flat, like a soda can that had been stomped on. The cabin, where they were, was filled partially with dirt, and very dark. Josey realized that was because the windows had been smeared over with dirt too.