You know the drill by now. This is entirely a work of fiction, I don't really care if you think "Oh, he/she wouldn't say that!", because this is my interpretation of how this would go. If you have a problem, that's too bad because I'm the author. XP
Session Three: Stockholm Syndrome And A Pantsing
Miss Maya stepped up to the podium again just as the last of the security checks was in place. It had been hard to make sure that every single one of the passengers was buckled and locked in, and she'd had trouble with an extremely obese woman in the back who couldn't seem to keep her girth under the strap.
"Hello again, ladies and gentleman. It's currently…" She checked a small wristwatch on her arm. "2:30 AM, and we're ready for our next speaker. May I present Ms. Lisa Reisert."
Cheers and applause ensued as the woman eased out from the velvet curtain, pushed her hair behind her ear and nervously made her way to the podium. Miss Maya smiled, conceded the floor, and took her place in the small chair to one side.
"Hi," Lisa greeted with a shaky smile. Everyone else smiled as well; here was their advocate. Surely Lisa would give them a more enjoyable, fulfilling speech!
"Um, I guess I should talk to you about the stuff you've all been writing lately. At least, that's what they told me to talk about. I don't know what J-…anyone else discussed."
Miss Maya sighed good-naturedly. "Frankly, Ms. Reisert, you can use this time to discuss anything you'd like. This is your chance to set the record straight, ask them questions, or just wail on them. Whatever you'd like."
Lisa shrugged. "Ok. I guess I'll ask some questions."
The audience gasped with glee. Some pulled out their laptops and hardcopies of stories they'd written for quick reference. Others brought out paper and pencils to take notes.
Suddenly a violent, quick shaking of the cabin caused a few people to gasp and Lisa to cry out in fear. When it had calmed, she straightened her blouse and laughed nervously. "Sorry. I'm still a little gun-shy of flying."
A general "Awww!" went up and the passengers smiled. She was so cute in real-life!
"Lisa, will we get to ask you questions at the end?" the girl named Tess asked. "I mean, about the incident and other stuff."
"Um…I guess so." They could see she was a little uneasy about discussing what had happened, but she hid it well.
"Ok, so the first thing I want to ask all of you," she began, gathering her resolve and putting on her steely act, "is why would you assume I like Mr. Rippner?"
There was dead silence. The once-giddy listeners were frozen. What?
"I mean, the man terrorizes me on a plane, held my father hostage and tried to use me to set up the assassination of the Keefes. Then he tries to kill us both, not to mention my brother-…"
"What?" most of the girls demanded, "What brother?"
"Uh, my brother. Damion. Right over there-…holy crap! Damion? What are you doing on this flight?"
She had noticed and was now accosting the black-haired boy that had been sitting as a passenger for the entire ride. He shrugged and crossed his arms. "Hell if I know. I got the ticket and was told it was requested for me to be on it. I didn't know you or he'd be on here. They said I might be talking too, so whatever. I don't go back to school for a week anyhow."
"Oh. But…what'd you do when J-…when he came out?"
"I holed up in the can. Not the one where you two-…"
"Yes. Ok. Yes. We'll leave that alone. Alright, well come sit with me afterwards, ok?"
"If they let me up, sure."
Meanwhile, almost the entire population of the cabin was dumbfounded. Jaws were agape. There'd been no mention of a brother in the movie! What was going on?
Miss Maya stood. "Perhaps I should clear this up right now. Damion is an original character I created in a fanfiction titled 'Stitches'. If you watch the movie again, notice one of the scenes in the house takes place in a dark-green room with lots of trophies and things in it. It looked like a brother's room. Hence, Damion.
"The rest of his story he can tell you himself if he feels like it. But we're saving that 'till his proper speaking time. Right now, Ms. Reisert has the floor and I'd appreciate it if you held off any questions about her brother." She sat back down.
Lisa turned back to the crowd. "Anyway, as I was saying, why on earth would you think I would be attracted to a man like that? Does Stockholm Syndrome really appeal to all of you that much? I suppose you all write stories about Christine having a thing for the phantom of the opera, too!"
This was met with a guilty silence.
"I'm just saying, most of the time, romantic relationships start out with a chance meeting, dinner and a movie. Not a pre-meditated meeting, a bay breeze and a stalker!"
She took a moment to adjust her hair, which had fallen in her face yet again. Taking a deep breath, she sighed and looked up. "I just don't see why any of you would try to make it look like I enjoyed the experience in the end. Anyone want to explain it to me?"
Lisa pointed to one girl who was typing furiously. "You. Please tell me that's not another one of those awful romantic sequels."
She glanced up from her laptop and bit her bottom lip. "Well…"
"What's your name?"
"Lauren. And it's not really a sequel. It's more of a record of this flight. I might use it in a story later on-…"
"No you won't." Miss Maya stood and stared her down. "Everything that goes on in this plane is strictly copyrighted to the party that paid for it. All your laptops and writing utensils will be checked for records when we land, so don't even bother trying to write about it. Anyone caught with a record will be severely dealt with."
"Oh." Lauren took one last look at her already three-paged entry and deleted it. Several other girls did the same with muffled griping.
"Who paid for this, anyway?" Lauren inquired.
Miss Maya smiled. "That's for me to know and you to most likely never find out."
The passengers frowned as Lisa tried to get their attention again.
"Ahem. As I was saying, I've-…"
"HEY! Jackson said the exact same thing!" one of the girls sitting near the front cried out in glee. "See? You two even think the same! You should totally-…!"
The girl didn't have time to get the rest of the sentence out. Lisa had already bolted over and slapped her across the face. A general gasp went up as Ms. Reisert stood, trembling with fury, trying not to physically assault the girl, who cowered in her seat and cradled her swiftly reddening cheek.
"I do not like him at all!" she hissed. "He is a murdering, manipulative, conniving son of a-…"
"I'VE ALREADY INFORMED MR. RIPPNER THAT THE SWEARING IS NOT TO BE TOLORATED. AND IF YOU WOULD BE SO KIND AS TO TRY TO REFRAIN FROM INJURING THE PASSENGERS, WE'D APPRECIATE IT. HOWEVER, WE UNDERSTAND THAT THINGS DO HAPPEN AND IF ANOTHER IGNORANT REMARK IS MADE YOU WILL BE FORGIVEN FOR MAULING THE NAÏVE SPEAKER."
She bit her bottom lip and fumed. "He is a sub-human monster and I will never have any feelings for him save for deep loathing. Any questions?"
"So…you don't support the fics we write?"
Lisa rolled her eyes and flexed her fingers as if aching to sink them into the speaker's eyes. "No. I. Do. Not."
"But it just seems like-…"
"Okay!" Miss Maya interrupted. "We need a break before Ms. Reisert snaps and murders one of you clearly tactless authors. Ms. Reisert, you're excused. We'll get you a squishy stress-ball to alleviate your tension. The rest of you take a break. Damion, get up and come with me."
He stood, leapt over his partner's legs, and strolled up the aisle very nonchalantly. They watched him go and disappear behind the velvet curtain.
A group of about five girls near the front were whispering furiously once again.
"She said there was a partition between them…"
"And she's busy making Lisa comfortable right now!"
"There's five of us. If we rush it, we can make it!"
"Let's do it!"
No one noticed as they slowly slid up to the curtain that separated the coach cabin from the first-class section. Suddenly they darted through and a loud cry from Jackson rose up. The passengers only listened in amazement as the next events unfolded.
"Holy Hell!"
"We love you, Jackson! We want to bear your children!"
"What's going on in-…SECURITY! Five parachutes, NOW!"
"Help me! One of them's got my hair! What happened to my belt? Give me my pants back, you-…!"
"I've got them!"
Suddenly one of the girls came sprinting through the cabin holding a pair of men's suit pants like a trophy above her head. She ran down the aisle, leaping over legs and bodies until she managed to barricade herself in the restroom.
There was mayhem as two men in black suits and sunglasses came through the cabin, one of them holding a small silver key and another holding an insidious-looking backpack. In a matter of moments, they'd opened the bathroom, pulled her out, liberated the pants and strapped the pack on her back.
Carrying her kicking and screaming up to the front, they disappeared behind the curtain. A sudden draft told the passengers to look out the window and sure enough, there went five figures off into the clouds, deploying their parachutes and fading into the distance.
Miss Maya came out, a dark scowl on her face. "Let that be a lesson to all of you: the next one that tries molesting our guests again will get worse than a kick out the airlock. I'm almost shocked that you're capable of that kind of filthy attempt at getting Mr. Rippner's attention and frankly he's very upset as well. If another incident like that occurs, we will land this plane with no more interviews. Do I make myself clear?"
A furious nodding of heads.
As she was heading back towards the front, she turned back and let out a quick smirk before disappearing again.
"He was wearing green-striped white boxers."
Heh. Come on, you can't blame me for noticing. It's one of the perks of being the Co-Pilot; I get to see and talk to them all I want. Apparently, Jackson does not like olives on his nachos (he scrapes them off)and Lisa has not drunk a sea breeze OR a bay breeze since the incident, excluding tonight when she wanted a stiff drink to get her through the night.
Also, Jackson wouldn't mind speaking again (even after the pantsing incident), so long as no one tries to convince him of his and Lisa's "love". Lisa's still a bit put out. It's likely she won't be appearing again.
Damion however has his interview coming up, as well as any other Red Eye OC's. More about that below.
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