Dylan Sommers
For his first time on a plane, Dylan seemed quite peaceful on his bench. His head leaned back on the wall, eyes closed. He let out a moan as he stretched his arms and legs, trying not to show too much of his exposed physique. He opened his eyes and grabbed the Beretta from his holster. He let out a sigh as his fingers slowly passed through the engraving on the slide. He stared at the words for a minute or so. He then placed the gun back on the holster and rubbed his palms vigorously. Looking around the cabin, his sights were set on the fresh meat. A rather malicious smile drew on Dylan's face as he stood up and walked to the rookie's sitting place. He just sit there without moving a muscle, not even shaking. The rookie's static eyesight was fixed on something he really didn't want to see.
"Hey, rookie. Eyes up here." Dylan muttered. The rookie looked up, but Dylan crouched to his sight level, forcing him to lower his head again.
Dylan's smile was gone now, "I know you are new here, but... try not to get nervous, okay? Because if you get nervous, you'll get in our way. And if you do get in our way-- BOOM!"
Everyone in the room turned their eyes into the skinsuit wearing maniac.
"...I'll throw you out of this plane... while in the air!" His malicious smile returned with a light cackle, "Come on. Lighten up, rookie!" The holster made a jingling noise as Dylan got up. He then gently tapped the rookie's shoulder and headed back to his bench.
