[h2] [centre] [color=6ecff6]Victoria [i]Darya[/i] Romus[/color][/centre]  [/h2] 
[color=c4df9b][h3] [centre]Centre Point . Public Party . Firday evening [/centre] [/h3]
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Victoria seemed relived the two where getting on fine, she barely knew anyone in the city hqving arrived so recently to Sol, barely a week in fact. Most people had not even found the doctor or dentist at that point to register. Of course that had been a slightly higher priority for the ghostly pale young woman and her health was anything but normal life, though she had refused the disabled parking badge for now. Wanting to try and be a normal woman, in a normal city not a charity case, or special. 

Despite all going on, it was nice to be doing somthing normal, feeling silly on a date, having a drink and chatting to people. It had been a while since she was this relaxed and happy. 

[i][color=6ecff6] a good one I'm sure, though il make sure to find the code errors on the website too! 

Always fun... OK that's only me.. [/color][/i]

Smiling, she always prided her self good at what she did and had 2 happy clients so far since moving here, simple work but work meant money. Too many months stuck at home. Hospital. After doctors carefully worded but obvious point she had been advised to take on non physical profession, she would just have to adapt to new self. Years later it still seemed to worked out just fine.

The rest of interactions seemed to go quietly, abit of back and forth. The two seemed to get on, and a dance. Maybe nearly fall over but it was worth the risk. 

[i][color=6ecff6]is that so Mr Blacksmith... Well now you gotta prove it.

Hope you manage to have peaceful evening tonight. 
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Adding with a little challenge, she was feeling like things where going pretty well tonight.

Looking over, she saw a taller flame haired woman walk by in a distinctive dress and look like she was on a prowl. Of course everyone was taller and that always looked better... The smaller women, their was almost near perfect opposite reminding her of the book she was reading on the plane her. "of ice and fire" 

Giving the woman a this ones mine glance with a flash of grey eyes, pale skin and white hair blending almost too well with a white faux fur coat with hood up for the snow flurries.

Taking milos hand, and with a little bit of doubts digging in. What if he wanted someone normal, not a partly criplled arms dealers daughter with a walking stick.... 

Saying loud ernough for the woman to maybe overhear, deciding to fend off the threat, with a hint of Russian sneaking in to the softer English. 

[i][color=6ecff6]of course I'd love a dance dear. [/color][/i]


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