[h2][centre] [color=a2d39c]Victoria Romus. City mixed locations[/color][/centre][/h2] [h3][centre] [color=a2d39c]Victoria. Monday Lunch. Mixed Harbour The Chapter one Epilogue [/color][/centre][/h3] [hr] So... That went well... Until he admitted being shot, and what... How did he end up shot over a weekend and now is not even in a hospital fishing... What kind of medical care did they have in Sol City? Surely have some kind of thing that happened. Did they let you out this quickly here? Leaning against her stick and wondering that it be like to be less, or even not reliant on it day to day... What would she do with her hand.... It had become... A permanent thing. [i][color=6ecff6]Shot... Shouldn't you be in a hospital? That's not exactly a minor wound... Yes... The cargo was... Diffrent. I got taught how to strip and fire a Ak47.. OK 103.. Technically, and fired a 40mm defense system.. ... not Trap a cord. Though i did get to see some amazing places, most will never visit.. [/color][/i] She kind of had a strange upbringing, Father away 6 months a year, losing her mother when she was young and more. He had taken her to see Africa, maybe not the safest bit of Africa but it had been fun and she had sren things, been able to do things that many people never would get to do. Victoria had to admit she was not exactly normal... Then came the whole explanation... Jackie, Paige, blackmail, illegal fire arms and more besides... She had come to try and find a answer to her question about if to go for the treatment or not and now only had yet more questions... His thinking, was he even thinking... How could she say she needed time to process all this without offending him or that she had too much on her own mind as it was. [i][color=6ecff6]OK... So you thought... That hiding all that and expecting me to understand all that from a few words on a doorstep? Your a strange egg... Umm... That's alot to take in... Im kinda gonna be away for a week or so anyway. I have a medical appointment in Austin. Either way... It will change things...[/color][/i] She paused a second, might as well. If it was gonna sink, or be a over.. Maybe they could at least remain civil or talk... She probbly could not judge him quite as harshly as she had. Plus being shot... [i][color=6ecff6]Well.. I might end up different.. Good or bad different. Iif it goes wrong... Well I won,t be needing my Mini.. So.. I'm. Can we talk when I have less on my mind? Il bring you back some sweet tea or so. I Don, t even know what to think right now. Maybe lunch when we get back and I'm less confused, worried, scared and thinking straight about things... [/color][/i] Confused somewhat where anyone even stood at this point, they both had so much on there minds, she could not even think straight about important issues. A week or so in Texas probbly was a good idea. Good or bad. She may return as she was or stuck as before... Either way there would be no more stuck in the middle. She probbly sounded crazy... But hey, right now she was a bit crazy. She had been asking fish for opinions. The coffee had sank and not sure how fish liked coffee... Hopefully sweet. [i][color=6ecff6]Il see you in a week or so... Come as things do... Good luck trapping some fish. Also well... In spirit of... I may have hurt a Blue BMW that night... Walking in I may have fell against it, on your drive and caught it with my ring... Diamond might leave a mark... Oh and hope the fish like... White Choclate mocha, extra shot, vanilla, cream and mini marshemmlows topped with some Choclate sprinkles. There goes my Sol bucks... Might wake the fish up abit and Youl snare some more! [/color][/i] Giving a wave she headed away with more questions than she had begun with... Well she could visit Milo after either in a wheelchair or she could... Could be cured. A medical treatment that could lead to a cure. She had been a few times to have set up procedures in Sol and London. With this one... It was the decider. Climbing into her car, she dropped the roof and drove past in a red convertible mini, stripes on the hood and everything. It was stereotype maybe... She had one previously in UK but it had been crashed into and written off... Shame she loved her little pink and white mini... Though she cringed now at her colour choices at 17-18... Tuesday she was headed to Sol International for a deadaus internal to Texas, let the dice fall as they may. Also she might have caused the combination Ed fisherman of world to cry out in pain and so... [hr] [@RoccanIronclad]