[h2] [centre] [color=f6989d]Marinalia (Romus) Olympus[/color] [/centre] [/h2] [color=c4df9b][h3] [centre]Old Harbour . Pit lane, Lunch time. [/centre] [/h3] [/color] [hr] Marilania gladly hered the cheer rise up not realising it was her announcement that had been picked up on and had been the one that announced the race victory. Thr noise was too deafening to hear her own voice come across the giant PA systems rigged throughout the race area. Watxhing the screen high above she saw the car weaving a victory lap taking slower route by the main stands and vanish into the tunnel, raising a whatever beer it was to a person on thr pit team she laughed and thanked her headphones she still had one as Joel raced I'm with the red white and blue flying through the air to a sound of cheers as noise as a wall of noise shook the very ground below her. Watching the screaming rubber and smoke rising from the screen, the smell of burnt rubber was gonna persist for a while. She knew what a tyre looked like when they locked and cooked on a bad landing. The smell was pretty awful to say the least. Hearing the car race in and familiar smell of burnt rubber and acrid plasticy smell left behind. Those tyres probbly would burn you touching them for a while. Tossing her headphones into the hauler and heading following the team with her borrowed jacket and sunglasses hiding alot more than the sunlight and intense light. She really should have asked for a OHI jacket but she forgot and no one ever thought to consider to the fact she would be the spokeswoman.. Marla, Maria often took that role than the family youngest woman. Following the group and seeing a growing pack of media, reporters and also gathering around the car, touching it like some form of holy idol or it could pass on good luck. The tyres still smelt a permitting but giant smell of burnt rubber. There was no hiding that smell. Joel was lost for words and seemed to be rather much overwhelmed... Did he have a human layer under all that sarcasm, insults and ego? Seeing him pull Tommy into a hug and almost... Cry... Jeez Joel was human, that was more meteoric than his fact he won. Smiling and keeping up Aperences even if behind the dark glass she was scared and somewhat not a fan of the crowds of reporters, drivers and crew. Pushing forward abit and joining on Joels otherside as the media flashed away. Giving Joels dad nearby a showtime look and a pat on shoulder as passing. With a softer English accent than thr super chrisp one she used before and holding joels arm like before leaning forward and giving him a duty calls glance from mixed grey eyes only he could see. [i][color=f6989d]Well, personally I prefer a different red white and blue combination![/color][/i] Laughing and appearing to be more comfortable than she was to cameras. [i][color=f6989d]on Behalf on my Grandfather, Olympus Heavy Industries, I'd like to thank everyone on the team and sols fastest son and our current champion! Everyone worked so hard, and they earned the party tonight. There where some great cars, great drivers and excellent teams who made us work for this momment. So much as you want to hear more about racing, I'd like to wish everyone a great evening tonight, and a safe trip wherever you be traveling from be it Old Harbour or Oslo, London or Los Angeles. [/color][/i] Smiling for the camera and blowing a cheeky kiss directly to the viewers across where're the cm footage showed, the beer she downer releasing a a little whimsy in her strictly planned out image. Pausing for the loud cheers as she announced Joel sols fastest son. She knew he was the real star and would just humour her. Still she knew thr momment was there and she had been taught to waste a opertunity. Holding onto Joels arm and leaning slightly into into mentally drained somewhat r just realising exactly what had done. Her face wasfor a while broadcast to millions, every word. Suppressing a slight feeling to vomit, and a tiny bit conchousness her make up had been a tad rushed this morning. Holding pose until cameras panned away, questions asked of team members and the talking heads nattering away ceaselessly, it felt like a eternity. Every second a hour when your terrified you slip up in front of the entire globe. When the chance came she finaly let up and leant her weight onto Joels side quietly leaning her head into his shoulder. [i][color=f6989d]so I've not managed to embarrass myself globally... That was terrifying. I'm gonna need a few drinks tonight after today, morning included. Seems I'm not very good at lieing to myself how hard that news hit me, or how deep. So this is what it takes to open a chink in your mighty armour? There's a human, it takes a lot to make it sorface. who'd a thought a hoody wearing guy checking parcels on a dead shift end up here of all places...[/color] [/i] Sounding less nervous and more like herself towards the second section, she had noticed one of the crew seem to give Joels dad and Lou a thumbs up as she leant on Joel and not caring much. She knew the team would likely be lapping up the whole Joel and fancy sounding a English woman angle until the cows came home, went out. Died and where fossilised. Sighing over to Joels dad, Tommy and Lou who seemed busy just finishimg up a segment with someone and waiting a minute. [i][color=f6989d]how much did you have bet on us being us at some point today or tonight? Your more invested in the gossip than a bunch of socialites! [/color][/i] Being utterly upfront, her dark glasses hid things well, she,d have to distract differently at thr gala away from her own perceived weakness and problems eating at her. That would be involve more staging and costume. Part of her just wanting to curl up in bed and wake up in about a week. Feeling through a bag and so, she felt a buzz ceaselessly against her leg. Her phone must be going haywire from both deadalus pilots, her family and her notifications going haywire about now. Thinking to herself and not caring much of what the cameras caught or gossips, she remained quietly resting her head on his shoulder, blending into the hundreds of faces in the pit lane, congratulating, celebrating and commiserating slightly even thought they got second, when it came to a Nissan driver who seemed to be in a active and intense interview with what looked like a Japanese media team. [hr] [@Pilatus] [hr]