[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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Marinalias plan was going badly. So very badly. She was grabbed by the Indian who seemed to rip his shirt aside in a gesture trying to seem masculine, dramatic.

Trying to fight him off it was not easy, he looked like some kind of fop but his strengh was surprising, and it seemed her miscalculated attempt that they not attack was wrong. So very wrong. Fear began to hit hard as she relised the danger of situation when someone forced her drink a foul and sickening purple liquid. 

[i][color=f6989d]one day. One day you will get what your due [/color][/i]

Oh God. They where gonna drug her. They had security, thugs and power over her. This was a terrible idea. 

Thr Indian had tried his way to be seductive, the truth was he came across as a creep. A abusive creep. 

Then fate saved her. By whatever God gate had saved her as they made to the exits security ramming aside the crowd to try and escape. A mix of revulsion, and whatever brew caused her to dizzy, blur a second before puking up most of her dinner, drinks and the liquid. 

Thankfully somthing she was allergic to meant the toxic brew effects where limited though the lingering revulsion at the indians touch, the thugs arrogance and insults. She might have hated her family but this time it was revenge. A dark corner relised the events coming meant the family would on full show and hopefully a chance to return a favour to these monsters. With money came power and they forgot others may be more that they seemed. 

Struggling to hold up, the sheer disgust was overwhelming as her stomach turned and staggered down the steps the water soaking everything. 

Sewing Ren fall, and Sasha run she tried to help him up. Leaving even a stranger to a fire was unforgivable. Talking was difficult and she gagged a few few times at the after taste of that drink. God they where monsters. 

[i][color=f6989d]"Ren. Come on you foolish lump. Get out... Car... 

Someone help... Please. [/color][/i]

A few small bruises where on her arm from the grab, thr push had thrown her balence alongside the foul drink. All she could think of was getting out, and hitting the road home. 

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Victoria was cold as she threw self out was as security charged pit like raging bulls to the helicopter, tramping and ramming people aside to escape the growing and hostile crowds. The cops and fire service would be on route, it seemed they would be Airborne before the momment happened. 

Looking back for Marilania she looked round, no, she was not with the group, but was she still inside, another exit. Shouting out she called out trying to find her sister, and her way out of this situation. 

[i][color=6ecff6] Mali! MALI! Where... By the wall.  [/color][/i]

Staring round she tried to find someone she recognised, someone who might help. Even those passing people her sister knew might offer aid. Maybe. 

Shivering in the bustling crowds, it seemed Victoria's night had gone decidedly for the worse. 

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