[h2] [centre] [color=6ecff6]Victoria [i]Darya[/i] Romus[/color][/centre] [/h2] [color=c4df9b][h3] [centre]Old Harbour. Main stands, Race day. [/centre] [/h3] [/color] [hr] Victoria was quite abit smaller and somewhat more frail than she should be it was true, the illness had took its tole and glittering in the light a range of scars and marks all from various IV, monitors and sensors for blood pressure, nervous systems and other vitals. In for so long and a few changes and treatments had meant she had aclumulated a few collection of scarred marks that never had quite healed properly. The time in hospital had left a few across her body though her weakness to cold and sunburn often kept them more hidden. Pulling her sleave down a little layer feeling the wind from the cars speeding by on her skin, she downed the shot in one and saw Ashton refuse the drink. Later tapping the badge and seeming in to imply she was on duty, a previous gesture of thanks... Thanks but no thanks? Wracking her brain to try and translate a situation she had never thought that would occur. Shrugging and waving it off, she must have been on duty so that was that. Though a mute firefighter was a riddle in itself. [i][color=6ecff6]your welcome, on duty then, though hopefully it's a boring shift. Extended family. Ummm, hospital, treatements, etc... Nothing like dodgy. I was in for over a year. [/color][/i] Rubbing her lower arm slightly and just confirming it was not somthing like drug use, some people had mistakenly assumed the reason even though they where entirely innocent. 18 months in and out, and then follow ups had left her getting to know hospital menus off by heart. Her cells had merely decided to break and stop working properly, whatever had caused it was unknown to most sense but they just did not work as expected by most people, the doe effects had been her being more frail, and a extremely pale complexion. Her wave returned by a few of the family casually celebrating, laughing thr the guys sharing a few beers. Maria and Vesarian had managed to fail so misarbley at hiding there feelings, now Maria's head was resting on his shoulder holding hands watching the race. Victoria smiled somewhat, losing her mother he had never found anyone else that had lasted, she knew they had a past to say thr least and Maria and Bormir had ended sadly. It seemed the universe meant them to be together... Once they eventually relised any stopped fighting it anyway! Nothing the newcomer arrive she watched her wave and saw the logo and Ids that's matched a medical symbol, it had to be as this part of the stand was for sponsors and others with track side tixkets, closest to the race, various sections had various colour codes in a slightly complex but working system depending on which area, stand and level of access you had paid for or been give. A woman with red hair and sunglasses came up and she looked back noting a man and woman stood behind in similar outfits. Maybe there where, maybe they where not. Who knew. Nothing the woman seemed to be zeroing in on Ashton, she have her a once over with cooler grey eyes, somewhat contrasting as one of her few areas of uneffected natural pigments. With a softer British accent she saw the woman approach the stands. [i][color=6ecff6]Hello, im quite alright really. Please Don't go all medical! I'm Victoria Romus, you picked good seats anyway, you can practically see inside the cars. [/color][/i] With a slight smile brushing her long white hair slightly out her face as it was bugging her, and watching the race below as a car raced by electing a loud cheer from a group of red clad fans as a car in matching livery sped by at pace followed by a serris of other drivers in thr middle of the pack. The lead was more static but it seems those in the middle where more intensely fighting for places when the race deciding first pit stops came in. Looking across the pits, various crews huddled and talking, the big moments when they played there part. Various black clad rounds of tyres sat in warmers, some paced in suits and seemed to test helmets. Some teams must be getting ready to make there forst driver swaps. Looking back she checked her phone a second wondering if Milo replied to the message reply. No reply as yet but he did say he was busy and it only was her confirming she was busy on Tuesday afternoon and wensday morning. If he wanted to plan a time to talk the least she could do after ghosting him was make it easier. Maybe if later she could drive over, which would be a fun difference and she did want to get used to the new car before she started driving further and for more strict deadlines. [hr] [@RoccanIronclad][@Silver Fox][@Mattchstick] [hr]