[h2[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]Old Harbour . Sunday early Morning, Race main stands, Pit lane, Lunch time. [/centre] [/h3] [/color] [hr] Marilania smiled in the pit lane as tv cameras rolledand the cars behind them where eased into there spots and various mechanics busiest selves with last minutes pre race checks, tightening tyres, minor tweaks and wiping down screens and there paintwork, every last gram of dirt was a minute fraction of a second off the line. Smiling, laughing and playing along with the TV, it was easy. Let Joel take the lead, she was there, he had the spotlight. He was the star. She knew what to do but this was one first ever times on live TV and Joel was probbly feeling thr grip pressure on his arm. Not too hard but defenitely more than when thr cameras where off. Calm. It's only a few seconds, it's a small segment, I'm not the big pressure here. Telling herself that, though theory never taught you the real thing. Joel certainly.. Was this the same man? Pacing her timing, vintage aviators hiding the fear and reflecting in the sunlight, her grey fearful eyes hidden behind the glass. Breathing a second and doing as her grandfather had tried to teach her, her British accent live across Sol city and beyond, deliberately clear in BBC type language and accent. [i][color=f6989d] we are definitely happy, new car, new engines, and new sponsors this year. Pole, podium and we got the whole set. Of course we could not be here without everyone on the team. Hopefully everyone has a safe race, and you join us for our podium interview. [/color][/i] Smiling and ending the interview with a carefully worded sign off, whispering to Joel as the camera panned back to the pit lane and mass of people, stars, teams, journalists and drivers. [i][color=f6989d]Are you the twin brother? That's downright terrifying...now I know why my grandfather hates TV spots. Hopefully that went well... And. Goodluck, [/color][/i] Checking carefully the camera was facing elsewhere, there was a background camera spanning the pit lane and a few other news crews but there's was distracted by covering the general hubbub a second. The kiss on the cheek was timed carefully as the camera panned away. Watching the timer tick down on the big board above, soon they would be getting drivers strapped in, tyres on and last minute checks before the warm up laps could begin. Pit lane view defenitely was alot more fun than the stands. Seeing to slot in perfectly she caught a passing bottle from one of the water sponours giving out bottles hoping to get caught on TV and quenched her thirst that had built up from her nerves in the previous minute or two. Her family definitely would of seem her, she had not let them down, and embarrassed them yet! At least down where she felt like their was a escape from the people and Bob's cowardly and disgusting crimes who had cut deeper than she wanted to admit to herself. [hr] Victoria shouted over as she saw Marilania come onto the big track side billboards delivering a pitch perfect speech to the cameras and managing to present a publicity freindly speech flawlessly. [i][color=6ecff6]Malins on TV! And nailing it[/color[/i] Laughing slightly, she knew about her and Joel, sure they seemed to from sounds of it one up the other more than talk yet this time, this time they where playing to cameras perfectly, polite, professional, and ernough pretty to keep the media intrested but not look like some hired model. This was one moment she was never gonna let her forget, And was recording later. Watching as the grid got busier and more cars where ready to race a pang came across her stomach of guilt and other emotions, Vesarian and Maria where trying to subtlety hold hands, only they where about as subtle as a pair of teanagers to everyone else. A thought she could not shake just would not go until she saw a hint of blue paint still stuck in the ring mount. Giving it a blow. The feeling returned with intrest. At this rate she would be propping up the bar downing vodka with Ivan, whose young family was not yet up to the trek here this weekend both making best of it. Gah, she had to call him.. At least to apologise. [i][color=6ecff6]Il be back in a few minutes, got to make a call... [/color] Be n back before warm up lap[/i] Climbing carefully and making her way through busy people, it had been easier with Ivan the bulldozer for sure. Making her way to a back stair leaning against a concrete support and failed Milos mobile leaving a voice mail as the race had somewhat clogged up the local cell phone infrastructure. Nervous and intermittent sound of engines being tested and booming cheers that resulted getting caught in thr call. [i][color=6ecff6]Hey.. Umm its Victoria. Swaharma queen of Sol. I'm sorry, I ran off, I was angry. They where pretty, and normal... And why would you stick with me when you had them.... They can dance, and not break stuff just getting a morning coffee and just... Walk without almost falling over. I'm about as much of a mess on inside as I am out.. Yeah... So here's rambling me... You can stop listening now omif you never want to see me again. My issues have issues... Just... Just message me, call, or Garla starts at 7.30 ish, city hall if you wanna talk human to broken human. I'm gonna be pretty busy before then, I'm free after the start. our tables are near the main stage, talk, maybe enjoy a evening if you not already marked me as a crazy ex. Oh, and I may have... Slightly scraped a BMW... Like minorly And if you listioned to me ramble this far. Well, you obviously got time on your hands. Gotta go, race is about to start and I can,t get though crowds easily and up these steep exit stairs very fast. See you maybe. Byeeerr[/color][/i] Sighing, that message was a total ramble, and utterly rediculous but she had just admitted her side she never showed many people. Beneath layers of armour, compartmented away thoughts. The real Victoria was alot more of a mess than the icey outer Lady de Winter. Making her way back to the stands she sat back down after making way up stairs and past people. Leaning a head slightly confused about what she had Just done and if she had scuttled the ship or not and leant against her dad's arm. At least that was one thing that did not change and she could rely on being solid. [i][color=c4df9b]one of those Don,t ask momment Vika? [/color][/i] [i][color=6ecff6]Пожалуйста, просто .. ПАПА (Please just .. Dad) [/color][/i] [i][color=c4df9b]Всегда, Вика, бизнес может подождать еще один день (Always, Vika, business can wait another day) [/color][/i] Sliding into Russian, she did not notice the looks as thr sudden foreign language swap, Vesarian giving Maria a duty calls look, resting a arm on his daughters shoulders. 2,12 or 22. Some things where universal. [hr] [@Pilatus][@RoccanIronclad] [hr]