[h2] [centre] [color=f6989d]Marinalia (Romus) Olympus[/color] [/centre] [/h2] 
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[h2] [centre] [color=6ecff6]Victoria [i]Darya[/i] Romus[/color][/centre]  [/h2] 
[color=c4df9b][h3] [centre] Swan Songs . Monday Evening  [/centre] [/h3]
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A journalist... Journalists... Her reaction to wall him off as given recent events both sisters where wary of the press and the headlines, Romus sisters live highlife in Sol on blood money, or some other rediculous title. 

Their father had been named in the same articles in the legal arms trade, Enfield Inc and others had been in a fairly off hand role and was a few steps away from Ploar star shipping though like blood hounds they had not let go of the scent till even Victoria had felt the need to get out of the UK for a while.

Marinalia noticed he was in a wheel chair. Garford tie... Must not be a Monday person for sure and we'll dressed andfitting in. The paper on the other hand had run some of the more extreme editorials and articles. Not exactly earning her good side. 

[color=f6989d][i]"oh... I've been out of the loop for a few years... I think il hold my silence, I work for one of the local major companies and I am careful to get involved in contraversal issues." [/i][/color]

Giving Ren a sorry look at the Drama that might happen, Victoria was not always predictable and sighed. 

[color=f6989d][i]" Sorry... Il explain later hon. Might not be pretty. I'm... Later"[/i][/color]

Victoria have him a rather cold look. The Blaze had been one of the ones that had run a story identifying and digging deeper into various people's families and though not her, she had seen the hurt their desire for clicks and sales had caused. Her English accent cooled dramaticly, grey eyes giving about as much warmth as her snow shite skin, and practically white long blonde hair, detailed platts and layered. 

[color=6ecff6][i]"if I may.. You talk about the issues but never think of your concquences to others and their families."[/i][/color] 

Letting a pause take effect as she considered her next move and decided she would rather deal with the press on her own terms, if they wanted to follow her to Sol City she would setting the direction. Hiding seemed to have failed, she never had been raised to be weak or timid. 

[color=6ecff6][i]"Victoria, Darya. [b]Romus[/b]...  The woman some of your rats names deaths daughter, or the polar princess.

I had to leave home to get a fresh start and you follow me again! You rats Don, t give up chasing me. I told you my father's deeds are not my own. 

Got a camera... Want a nice photo for your gutter paper? Least make it a good one. Leave my friend out of it... She innocent of this all "[/i][/color]

Standing, she was wearing a long pale blue backless gown, a ice blue diamond glittering at her finger, everyone had made jokes about her skin tone. Winter, Elsa and more. She had decided to make the joke her own and work for her instead. 

One hand leaning on a walking stick for support and a glass of wine  in the other she stood slightly to side to ensure Marilania was out of shot.  Everything suited her, if the press wanted a picture, it better be one that she looked nice in.

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