Regina shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Turbulence was terrible on her nerves, and since she'd already had one of the tiny bottles of airplane rum, they wouldn't give her another. Regina doubted that anyone would volunteer to give up theirs if she asked either. Unfortunately, she was also pretty sure she wouldn't be able to light a cigarette to get some nicotine without being tackled by a flight attendant.
"Hey! Watch it!" Startled, Regina yelled at the man who'd pushed on her seat while crossing behind her. He looked like he was the one about to be tackled by flight attendants. One of those, she studied him with disdain as he disappeared into the bathroom. The sweaty, desperation gave him away—she might not test the products the family sold, but she'd met plenty who had. Regina took a deep breath and thought about what she had down in the cargo hold, smirking to herself. Whatever that guy was on was nothing in comparison with what she was carrying back to the States.
"That is why I want to fly in first class!"
"Jesus, Shannon, get off it! It's done!"
Regina could agree with the loudmouth back there on one thing, she'd rather be in first class. Being inconspicuous was such a pain in the ass. If everything kept going her way she would never have to do it again, now she only needed to think up a better name before they got to LAX.
It should be able to sell itself, but Exp-Lot 108324-R is probably the most boring name for a drug ever. Bliss sounded like something from a cartoon or video game, and it was too bad Ecstasy was already taken— Regina's thoughts derailed as the plane began to shake. Just turbulence—the oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling. Or not. She managed to get the mask in place just before the plane started to break up and the pressure dropped, knocking her unconscious.
A day later, Regina glared into the jungle. Why couldn't the stuff in the hold have stayed together? She'd spent most of the day before sorting through other people's crap, only to top it off with bad airplane food for dinner and weird noises in the jungle keeping her from sleeping. Shouldn't she get something for all that?
"What are you doing out here?" Regina turned to see a group of three lead by the doctor that had been running around the beach ever since they'd gone down.
"None of your business. Where are you guys going? Is there a spa over the hill I don't know about?" Regina gave herself a mental pat on the back, she didn't sound nearly as irritated as she felt.
"The cockpit should be over this way. We're going to see if we can find a transceiver to send a distress signal—I'm Charlie, by the way," Charlie rattled off, much too enthusiastically for her liking.
Yeah, I'll bet he's looking for a transceiver, Regina thought. I remember this jerk.
"We might find more survivors, too. That's Kate and I'm—"
"You're Jack, the doctor—everybody knows already," Regina thought he looked annoyed, maybe she wasn't doing as well with the voice control as she'd thought. "I'm Regina. I've been trying to round up stray luggage, and I'll bet there's plenty between here and there. I might as well go with you—safety in numbers."
Jack's jaw worked a moment but Kate stopped him from objecting, "We still don't know what that was last night, so we need to keep going, right Jack?"
He looked like he'd swallowed a lemon, but Jack agreed with her, "Yeah. Let's go everybody." He trudged in front of the group, not looking back to see Regina roll her eyes at him before reluctantly joining at the back.
A/N: There's Regina, hope she came off alright. Twelve slots are filled, and I have one app I'm waiting on a revised version of. That means there are 7/8 slots still open if you haven't applied (or for an opposite gender character if you have!) Weird question: Do Canadians exist—the non-Quebec kind? Just asking, because I've never noticed anyone submit an OC from there and it looks kind of big on my map! ;)