04-07-2007, 02:50 PM
Olia listened... but no reply came. She hissed. I'm not sitting around in this pile of junk any longer! Looking around the mostly crushed cabin of the wreck, she soon found the perfect tool for a forced exit. Her Razor; a very useful, and expensive, sword. She picked it up, the dull red metal almost weightless "Perfect." She also reached into her pocket to check her weapon of choice; a small handgun. It was there, undamaged. She now had everything she owned in her hands... and it felt good to be so untied to material things. She swung her sword round, slicing through almost an inch of solid metal with the sharp edge. Another three swipes and a square of the offending barrier fell out of the wall of her temporary prison. She hurried to climb out. The sun blinded her for a brief moment before she took a few steps, the hulk behind her now obviously a crashed piece of aviation. But, of course, it wasn't. Her sword entered it's sheath as she lowered it home over her shoulder. Now what? She glanced around. Little to no animals... but a very high amount of vegetation. She turned 180 degrees and spotted a structure not a mile distant. It was obviously not natural, so she made her way to it, leaving the pile of metal behind her as it smoldered... as if it had been superheated.
OOC: :D
OOC: :D