[h2] [centre] [color=f6989d]Marinalia (Romus) Olympus[/color] [/centre] [/h2] [h3] [centre] & [/centre] [/h3] [h2] [centre] [color=6ecff6]Victoria [i]Darya[/i] Romus[/color][/centre] [/h2] [color=c4df9b][h3] [centre] The old Sol airport & The Final Round Armory . Saturday Morning [/centre] [/h3] [/color] [hr] Marinalia watched as he ran his hand over the custom built race car, from the sound of the engine earlier it was most definitely not running anything remotely street standard, yep. he was defenitely in love with that car. sometimes you could just tell, Wings, definitely happy to have them mean something other than a bad memory. Tommy was heading over, it seemed that the race was ready to go. [i][color=f6989d]Yep, Well im sure the race will be worth your while. Nope, it was not easy watching other people do the job you want to be doing, agh seems your friend wants you[/color][/i] The two seemed to be getting more and more heated over the whole idea of the air race, both refusing too give ground but Tommy had a tongue that seemed to pronounce anything without trying, and several pit crew, and her family seemed to notice the fraction. The plane was fueled ready and had been worked on half the night by a exhausted mechanic to have it ready to go, they where not canceling the race now. [i][color=f6989d]Well im ready, Whichever you two decide wants to lose? Guys? you want couples counseling? or is it parenting classes?[/color][/i] Confident, it had been a while since she had done anything like this kind of race but seeing them bicker slightly and argue, they would not have there full race heads on. a little bit of teasing might keep tat advantage a little longer. Her aunt heading over slightly slower as Versaian and Maxamillion waited by the helicopter leaving diplomacy to Marla, Rather clear English Accent obvious over the Americans. [i][color=fff200]Are we ready yet, we saw all your specs... No race, no money Gentlemen... we need to see if this machine matches up to the billing. Or shall i ask Marinalia to Fly us to centre point for Lunch?[/color][/i] Marla never was one to mince worlds being a doctor, and a sugoen at that. working in Trauma she had seen ernough blood, guts and bodily fluids than a person should, it would take alot to put her on the back foot. [i][color=f6989d]Oh well may as well be Polite MR Grumpy Knome, , Joel... well This is my Aunt Dr Marla Olympus, My Grandfather, Maxmallion is the man in the dark coat CEO of Olympus Heavy Engineering, and the one next to him, My father Vesarian who captains a ship for a UK and Russian shipping company. Oh.. can you hold this for me? [/color][/i] Adding a slight Challenge to her into, She should at least introduce them and maybe things might be smoothed out, Joel seemed to just love cars, surely he would see Sponsors where needed. Race cars cost as much as planes, and Planes cost way too much money. Handing over her coffee in a keep warm cup to Marla while she was flying, doing high speed turns, coffee and electronics was a bad idea. Turning to TOmmmey with a smile and a pulling her long blonde hair into a pony tail, reaching for a tinted visored full face helmet in a reserved and pale pink, with her name painted in a ornate script sat in the planes cockpit. [i][color=f6989d]Well i have mine... if your ready.. I cut short the Winter time Ball to be here this morning. [/color][/i] [hr] Victoria was slightly nervous placing down the photo, he was too close to that woman to be anyone but this Ana maybe, an arm round her and seemingly happy moment from old times. Shaking her head at the offer of a hand and walking over unsteadily but by herself, he could not help her with everything and he might as well see the full picture of her. unsteady, scars and all. Honesty early on hurt less than several months down the line. [i][color=6ecff6]I can manage, thanks though. The real.. me. No miracle cures, just me, this is me now. I must have offended one of the three crones in a past life! [/color][/i] Feeling like she had finaly got that one off her shoulders, a slight wave of relief as he tossed the photo in the bin, it was probbly for her sake and such he did it but it atleast confirmed the past might not be snapping on there heals quite as badly as it had at the start of the ball. Her own past was not exactly perfect but atleast for now it was content to stay underwater and stop biting. [i][color=6ecff6]Ok.. admitly i probably still have a few old photo's at home... Long story short.. little miss gun runners daughter was not compatible with there career. Though moving to a new city id say came with a bonus or two! [/color][/i] more positive to the end, yes things had gone badly but they where also on the up, long as little mr deathstar was too busy blowing up alderon and not aiming at them. Looking at a open door, racks of tools and machines visable in the dark of a workshop type area, that must be forge. [i][color=6ecff6]Tea... Lady Grey if you have any... YOul have to work harder to turn me to the bean side. Use the strainer luke! Least your commute is short form this address[/color][/i] Laughing and trying to turn the morning abit more posetive, the old picture still niggled and poked. could she match up to that woman in the photo? would things work out happily ever after or with a nacho hat and a tub of icecream? Only the three crones knew that and they where not exactly on her list of people she could text or email. 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