[h2][centre] [color=a2d39c]Romus Sisters . City Hall[/color][/centre][/h2] [h3][centre] [color=a2d39c]7.30 PM ish, City Hall, Olympus Heavy Industries Victory Gala[/color][/centre][/h3] [hr] Marinalia watched the entire situation turn and crash around her in a mess that would rival a particularly large shit hitting her 2000 +horse power rotary engines. Seeing the look and general body language it was obvious. Everything was gone to hell in a hand basket. There was not much else she could do, wow how could she mess that situation up more tying to undo some of thr damage. Wishing almost thr ground swallowing her up or just being able to call a beam me up Scotty. Damn, great. In one day she had gone from crying to probbly crying at the end to. Damn this foraging city. There was basically nothing to say to Joel, it was obvious seeing his eyes what he was thinking. Her grey eyes just broke and the icey layer of armour failed to materialise. Not bothering to hide it, she couldn't. At this point even if she tried. Everything was broken. And her eyes, she never seemed to be able to hide the truth from them. From afar Maria had planned to thank Joel, the evening has never gone as planned, with the drama Thete, busy events and maxamillion tied up with another group of business people. Marla was not the person to do it and Mike and Milo might be liable to hit him if they saw the state There neice seemed to be In. No, it was her job and Marlin was her daughter so she would have to be the one to exercise damage control after this volley of missiles hit home. Ironically the frigate live fire exercise was playing in video. She could tell defeet from her sheer body language. Then Sia opened with her peice. It was long and she did not know what to make of it. Jeez, the was laying it on thick, and maybe it was true but right now her head was in too much of a confused state to make heads or tales of the entity, seeking out sections to make sense of and counter, areas to avoid and things to push against. [i][color=f6989d]Well Siobhan, or would you prefer Miss Murphy? OK.. Maybe badly made but I tried to undo a wrong caused. Where Do I even begin? [/color][/i] The new t part things started getting complex, Victoria had been a little selective with the facts about that night maybe or maybe other people read events differently when she had found her that Wensday. Who knew what was what, things had to too emotionally driven at this point to make any sense of it. [i][color=f6989d]Milo, look. My sister never told me everything, between alcohol and this... I Don, t think it be a very good idea. Just leave her be... Il get her to leave you be. Try and make best of this train wrecked evening? to the worst part... I left because.. I could explain how I was feeling but I'd need half the event, now.. And I'm not going to undo the damage, so seems we hit a dead end. Unless we wanted to stretch this into round 3.. Everything I'd even cared about is practically a plane crash. I ain't gonna change anyone's minds now. [/color][/i] Everything had sobered her reaction somewhat, despite a inner urge creeping in to tear her limb from limb and use her skull as a pen pot, it would make no use and anyway, it looked like Hr might disagree with using human skulls as desk tidies. Spoil sports that they where. She had lost this one, there was not point fighting it out over and over again. [i][color=f6989d] no.. I've had a knife in my gut that ended my former sports career.. So il avoid that metaphor and implication. [/color][/i] Feeling her scar twitch at her mentioning knife and instinctively placing a hand on her stomach as a result, it was a reflex reaction at this point. It never had quite been a thing she got over. Why mention it. She never knew but imher brain was just running on serris of confused sections that where not exactly cooperating. Maria walking over entered the lions den seeing the situation but wanting to pass her compliments onto Joel, she could also pull Marinalia out of a hole that was obviously too deep and she could see her daughter discomfort from her posture alone. Some instincts where hard wired to the very soul. Very much Marlins older twin In a sense bar gold eyes. Her mother held a diplomatic face that have little either way, despite her running dozens of diffrent calculations of what she entering. [i][color=f49ac2]oh... I do apologise if I'm interrupting. I'm Maria. Marla older sister. A long overdue message, tonight's been a blur... Joel, I just wanted to express the families congratulations about the race, Max is tied up with business people who cannot takw a night off, and we'll. Given circumstances.. Just one person seemed more appropriate, and my brother in law is too hot headed for his own good at times. Now that's done, il excuse my self and leave you to your business. Mali? Wanna join us? I'm fine Mike, Don, t worry ya self. My brother is a decent guy. [/color][/i] [i][color=bc8dbf]Its my job to worry about you lot Maria![/color][/i] Making the start of a turn away, she shouted over slightly to her brother. Mike had kept a eye on her quietly given the situation, a matching mikitary tattoo to Milo viable but a cross hairs incorporated into the design, reflecting his former progression as a sniper. He had a well trained eye sight and could see the obvious seer tension and Marinalias situation. Staying calmz he hung back with a beer and watched. Sure he could knock the guy into next week if he made a move against the family women, but it was not worth the sheer faff and long learn bar fights where only worth it in extreme events. He had kept in shape and regularly ran and swam a decent distence, nothing like his peak but ernough to keep fit. When Marinalia was in England it had been fun to have a swimming buddy. No one else could seem to keep up. Raising a beer and relaxing somewhat at thr conformation. He had wanted to keep a eye on Maria, and Marlin. He knew how bad things could escalate in a hurry and how easily harm could be brought. It kinda was his job, when he retired he had ended up retraining slightly and now was part of the group who over saw on site security at the Navy project. His former role serving in Marines had meant he could smooth some of the uptight security types who visited etc and find more shared ground. Sighing internally as scene ahead. Life was never simple when you added women, alcohol and emotionsninyo a mix. [hr] [@Almalthia][@Pilatus] [hr]