[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] Sol City Cargo Airport . Wednesday Evening  [/centre] [/h3]
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Marinalia walked over to the doors hearing something outside, much as not ground crew it still was here job and waved Joel to follow her when he was done. With a small click of low office heals she poked head round seeing someone flash there plane lights, and then recognised him a few seconds later. The Aircraft was a older one than she flew for sure. It was dark but in daytime was that a DC3?

Wearing a bright yellow safety coat with Deadalus logo on back and a large "flight crew" below to identify her role on the runway. It did clash somewhat with a office skit, low heals but she had never planned this evening to go as it did. 

Behind her, the radio played the call out for the arrest of someone, a 27 year old woman. Swan Songs... It was her. Squirming somewhat, she did extra duty to escape, distract not be reminded. With a badly hidden nervous tinge. 

[i][color=f6989d]just... Be updating a Pilot.. On duty and all... [/color][/i]

Breathing a second before looking up, business... Business. Shooting up to the cockpit. Even on the smaller aircraft it was high up. 
 
[i][color=f6989d]Good evening, if your planning on heading up the main runway is closed for a foreign object check. Be about 10-15 before they clear oporations veto. [/color][/i]

Relishing, yeah it was max from the bar and I'll fated night.

[i][color=f6989d]Max, good evening. Never got a chance to say, you where thr highlight of Sunday night. Things turned a tad... Shadowy later. 

These your old girls? Mines a DC7, little younger than your veterans. 

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Patting the DC3, thesw where old but solid aircraft, real work horses on the dirt strips and landings the heavier planes could not. Decades old and some still ran day in day out. 


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[color=c4df9b][h3] [centre]  Light lane, Shawarma Palace . Wednesday Evening [/centre] [/h3]
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Victoria could somehow tell. There was somthing churning in his mind for sure, a look of deep thought, either good or bad she had definitely managed to trip somthing important. A little voice crept in that treading carefully might be best. Losing a freind by pushing too far. She only knew her sister properly here, and Marlin working.. Selfishly she got lonely. 

Smiling, yeah she could be graceful long as you did not mind holding most of the weight and nearly falling over a few times when her leg disagreed. With a small sigh, the second part came out by itself before her brain caught up. 

[i][color=6ecff6] with a a little help... You alright?  Seemsed lost a second...

How do you not know I'm mad already? Though Don, t quote romeo and Juliet. Bad role models.   [/color][/i]

Adding last bit with a joke.

Soon the date might be less successful noticing a stranger and a woman walk in. The dynamic was different between them. There was no real warmth between them. There was a tension about those two. 

Wait. That had to him surely. If she was right that was not going to be a good omen for a successful date of Sunday anything to go by. Reaching out a small hand to make it clear. Maybe he not be such a problem if he held no real intrest. 

With a quiet whisper, she tried to be discreet as possible reaching over for a kiss on cheek. 

[i][color=6ecff6] its one of them. Sunday night. Gotta be one of those sobs... If he has a russain accent...  [/color][/i]

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