Behold, the 7th chapter!
And as you can tell, I'm sort of proud of this one, seeing as I was awake when I wrote it 3
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING. MARK WALDEN OWNS ALL OF THE CHARACTERS except for any upcoming OCs ^^
Sometime during the flight, Wing woke up to the shaking of Laura.
"One of the flight attendants gave me these, to give to you three." she said, handing him a slightly large touch screen panel. "The lady told me to check if the information on the panel is correct." She smiled. "I'll wake the others up." She said, going to Shelby to shake her awake.
Wing looked down at his touch screen panel. It contained his passport picture (which he inconspicuously covered; he didn't like his picture) and basic to elaborated information about him.
Name: Wing Hamazaki-Fanchu
Age: 17
Birth Date: July 27, 2002
Country/State of Origin: Hokkaido, Japan
I.D. Number: 2019309871
Height: 6"4
Weight: 127 lbs.
Blood Type: AB
Specialty: Naginatajustu
Weapon/s: Naginatas (2), Bow Staff (1), Katana (1)
Trainer: Lao Uehara
Sponsor: Japanese Government
Misc. Information:
Experienced rare disease as a young child (though healed); specializes in weapons-handling as well; a family of six, second youngest child; half-Chinese and half-Japanese
He scrolled down using a stylus that came with the panel for the rest of the information that was scarily correct. The people involved in the Island knew almost everything about him, which slightly put Wing off.
Before Wing could continue thinking of the Island, Shelby woke up in a most undignified manner.
Laura had apparently given up on shaking her awake, and simply blew in her ear. It had worked, though Shelby almost jumped out of her chair.
"I didn't paint your hair!" she said dazedly. When she looked around, she reddened, to see that Wing and Laura were laughing.
"What is it?" she asked, trying to regain her composure. "The flight attendant asked me to give these panels for you guys to check. Information panels," Laura added, as Shelby looked at her with a confused look. "Just to check if what they have is correct. I already checked mine."
Wing's eyebrow cocked upwards. "May I see yours?" He asked. Laura seemed reluctant at first, but she gave in and handed him her panel. "Show me yours though." She said, holding out her open hand. Wing handed it to her casually, as he scanned Laura's info panel.
Name: Laura Isobel McKenzie-Brand
Age: 16
Birth Date: May 16, 2003
Country/State of Origin: Edinburgh, Scotland
I.D. Number: 2019308886
Height: 5"8
Weight: 110 lbs
Blood Type: B
Specialty: Gunslinger
Weapon/s: Spas 15 (1), Colt Python (1), Jimenez JA-380 (2), M9 handgun (2), Browning Hi-Power (2)
Trainer: Logan Kirk Adams
Sponsor: Logan Kirk Adams
Misc. Information:
Highest vote for heir of the Brand Protection Agency, the largest police force in the U.K.; has 40/40 vision; only child
"I've heard of your agency!" Shelby said, peeping over Wing's shoulder. Said person jumped a little, surprised that Shelby shouted in his ear.
"You're family's like, the best police force in the U.K. My parents really wanted to hire some of your men, actually." Shelby said a little embarrassedly. Laura smiled. "Aye, we are the best, no doubt."
"But what do they mean about 'Highest vote for the heir of the Brand Protection Agency?' Is your family something like a monarchy?" Wing asked, facing Laura. She sighed, and took a seat. "Yes, my family is sort of like a monarchy." She started. "Since our family business is really big, we need someone to take the lead once my grandfather dies. He's the current president of the business." She said, seeing the confused looks on their faces. "But ever since he was diagnosed with TB, we had to get someone to take the lead when he dies. I'm the prime candidate," she said proudly. "But some other relatives don't agree because I'm a girl." She emphasized the last word in such a way that Wing and Shelby laughed a little. Then they noticed Otto stir a little beside them.
"He's a heavy sleeper, isn't he?" Shelby commented. Wing inwardly agreed. "Either that, or you haven't tried to wake him up yet Brand." Shelby said, looking to Laura.
"I was supposed to," she replied. "But he just seemed so… alive when I was going to give him his info panel. He shows some emotion when he's asleep. I wonder what he dreams about?" she wondered aloud. Wing looked at Otto's face, and nodded.
"He does look more expressive when he is asleep." He said, though he wasn't sure if that was a good thing. Otto's eyes were scrunched up a little, looking tense. His face looked worried, almost scared, and he seemed to be in a REM sleep.
"I wonder what he dreams about…" Wing echoed, taking a seat beside Otto. He tried to shake him a little, but he wouldn't wake up. When Wing reached out to their white-haired companion, his eyes flew wide open. Otto stood up abruptly, gave a quick sorry, and walked off to the end of the plane.
"Not very sociable, is he?" Shelby said, taking a seat.
"May I see your info panel Shelby?" Wing asked. Shelby almost threw it to him, saying 'whatever'. He caught the thin panel easily and scanned the contraption.
Name: Shelby Allison Andrews-Trinity
Age: 16
Country/State of Origin: Los Angeles, U.S.A.
Birth Date: April 5, 2003
I.D. Number: 2019759356
Height: 5"9
Weight: 105 lbs.
Blood Type: O
Specialty: Taekwondo
Weapon/s: --
Trainer: Jake Mitchell Evans
Sponsor: Galang ng Digmaan Academy of International Martial Arts
Misc. Information:
Black belt for six years; is a part-time instructor for the Extreme Class in G.D.A.; is the fourth youngest in a family of eleven (excluding grandparents)
"That's one big family." Wing said, as he handed Laura the tablet. She also scanned the panel. "Wing's got that right. You've got eight siblings?" she asked in surprise. "You'll be surprised at how much time my parents have at night." Shelby replied nonchalantly, as Laura face became a shade redder. Wing raised an eyebrow, and Shelby laughed. "Yeah, I know. They're crazy."
"Och, it must be amazing to have siblings!" Laura said. "What, are you kidding me? It's horrible! You never have any privacy, you always have to hare your things with them, you have to take care of everyone, you always get the older siblings hand-me-downs, and you never actually own what you own." Shelby exclaimed. "At least you have siblings." Laura replied irritatedly. "All I have are pretentious cousins who want to take away my ranking in the family business."
Shelby sighed. "That must suck."
"It does."
There was an odd silence between the three of them, when something caught Wing's eye. "Do you think Otto will mind if we look at his info panel?" he asked the two girls, and they shrugged. "He doesn't seem to want to share anything about himself, so—"
"That gives us all the excuses we need to see his panel." Shelby said, grabbing the metal screen.
"Hey! We really should respect Otto's— Let me see." Said Laura, moving closer to Shelby to read the info.
"I feel as is I'm being surrounded by moral-less beings." Wing said to himself, as he inched closer to look.
Name: Otto Malpense
Age: 17
Birth Date: ?
Country/State of Origin: ?
I.D. Number:2019768458
Height: 6"2
Weight: 121 lbs.
Blood Type: A
Specialty: Capoeira
Weapon/s: --
Trainer: ?
Sponsor: Sylph Pharmaceutical Company
Misc. Information:
Not much known about him; His sponsor is the largest, most successful Pharmaceutical Company on Earth; an orphan who was taken in my the president of Sylph Pharmaceutical;
"So he's an orphan?" Shelby asked. "Apparently so. No wonder he's not very sociable." Laura said, putting down the info panel. She seemed bothered.
"What is it?" Wing asked. "A few minutes ago, I was arguing with Shelby about being an only child. But now… I feel so lucky just to have parents. It's like a guilt trip, honestly." Laura said. She sighed. There was an awkward silence.
"So… His sponsor is the Sylph Pharmaceutical? That's one big company." Shelby said. "I agree. Their medicines are very impressive." Wing replied. "They must earn a lot of money, seeing as they're an international compa—" Shelby stopped in her tracks, when she grabbed Otto's panel again.
"What is it?" Wing asked, looking over her shoulder. Then he suddenly realized something.
"What's with you two? Cat got your tongue?" Laura asked. Shelby handed her the panel. "Isn't it strange," she started. "That the Island didn't get any info about his birth date or where he's from?"
"Yeah, I guess. If he was adopted, he should have been a given the nationality of where he was found, or at least, his adopted parent's nationality, right?" Laura asked. "I think so." Wing said. There was yet another silence, where Shelby put away the panel, and Otto came back.
"That was a long bathroom break." Shelby joked. Otto gave no answer, and Shelby frowned. "I was just kidding…," she said, but he completely ignored her.
"Jerk." She whispered to herself.
"Hey… Otto?" Laura said, trying to catch his eye. "A flight attendant came to give us our info panels, to see if the info was correct. Can… Here's yours." She said nervously, handing him the flat metal mechanism. Otto nodded, and got it from her.
After a short time of silence, a flight attendant came to them to take back the panels.
"Oh, and all of you will want to get ready. We'll be arriving to our destination very soon." She said with a smile. Wing felt a tingling feeling on the back of his neck. He was excited. Laura smiled and Shelby punched the air. "Yes!" she exclaimed. Wing wanted to do that too.
An announcement rang through the airplane.
"Hello all, this is Ivy Gonzales again, your pilot for today's trip. We will be arriving to the Island in about eight minutes, so please ready your carry-on luggage; all other bags will be received at the airport. Fasten your seatbelts as we touch down on the Island. Thank You, and I hope you've had a good trip, this is Ivy Gonzales once again, thank you, and good day."
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