[h2][centre] [color=a2d39c]Marilnalia Romus. Sol International [/color][/centre][/h2] [h3][centre] [color=a2d39c]Wednesday, main airport. The Chapter one Epilogue [/color][/centre][/h3] [hr] Marinalia smiled at a passing server she had talked to previously this week, the staff here where pretty nice and ultimately profeshinal. Though she did prefer that deadalus have you a few more uniform choices than some. The lovely outfits of some of a middle Eastern airlines where alot less flexible on what you could wear. Though she did have to admit, the uniform suited her very nicely and yeas of swimming had meant it hugged her figure almost perfectly without looking trashy. Of course he was casualy dressed. Can take the winner from the Joel but the Joel out the winner. [i][color=f6989d], some things change. Some things stay the same. [/color][/i] Poking at his hoody, and casual outfit, not in a hostile way but more just a fact. It was good he had not become a different person due to winning. Sorry about what... Well she had opened the door, she would have to follow through if she even wanted to keep a freind. However difficult. Pausing a second, she thought, her grey eyes locked in deep contemplation a short time as she structured or tried to her feelings about the disaster of a evening. There was alot of feelings and emotions floating about. [i][color=f6989d]OK... So I bitch and a tad rude, and we'll then I ran off because I was afraid to admit weakness to Sio, Siahborn I think is how you pronounce her name... One with that blue dress, pretty red hair though. [/color][/i] Thinking of a dozen other words to describe that dress, she kept it polite despite the fact it was downright several inches too short for even a mini dress in her mind. She was not gonna drag that thought into this. It was exact Oposite of things she needed to do. Her hair was pretty though and it would of been ideal... We for a diffrent venue in Marinalia opinion bit not a gala event. [i][color=f6989d]I was a pretty horrible person sums it up about right. I know I did alot wrong. I'm not sure I could of messed that evening up worse if I tried bar falling over drunk and flashing everyone. Glad I had tape to keep that dress in place! I'm sorry I tarnished your victory party... It should have been... Well I should of been a better host and person. But... Much I should be harsh Victoria, she was horible... She my sister and one of few I can trust totally here, who I can talk to and rely on... bar maybe you for some reason I cannot yet make sense of. She in hospital right now, somthong meant to help I was told. It kinda makes it hard to be as harsh right now though for me. I Don, t want to lose her for another 13 or years. [/color][/i] Giving him a look that said he wanted honesty, and that she was opening the book, Victoria was very much a split point, she needed her but also relised she had been pretty nasty too. It was difficult to admit or put into logical reason. The two where close and th ings had taken a knock but the bond between them would take alot more than that to break. Maybe dent it abut but no where near break it in two. Joel might disagree heavily with her position but she was stuck between a rock and a hard place on that point, losing her sister would hurt alot more, and they had grown extremely close despite the strange times they had forst met and the events that had spiraled round. Relsing how much she was unloading, but he did ask so, well he did get. [i][color=f6989d]I Don, t have to explain but I will. I need to just stop hiding things. Bob... His rough hands, that night, the foul drink whose smell still I vividly remember. Feeling sick and dizzy. Every single detail from the guy kissing my freind below stage, and the very words. The capture brought all up what I tried to Bury... I tried to hide it away. It made the wound fresh again, a wound I did not let heal. [/color][/i] Not noticing he hand was shaking alot and she dropped the cookie remains on the floor, almost suprising for her... She almost thought to grab his hand. What was wrong with her... She was pretty confused why that instrinct had jumped at her. his flight had started approach at the gate, it would only be a few minutes, maybe, 10 max to boarding as they unlocked the doors and did final cabin checks before hand. Laughing slightly at his comment about the flight deck.... Mayne not a plane fly one... But there one in airports hidden away corners. Several in fact in the training hangers here. [i][color=f6989d]well that's a 777, they retired theirs years ago. Oh and FYI.. That's a airbus a380 coming into land, the gold and white one. direct flight from dubai. Not many airlines fly many of them bar middle esst. Too expensive. Enjoy thr view. Theres a ground trainer we have here, old 747 cargo model, I probbly could even get you a "flight" on it. Its not used very much. I was trying to get hang of it... But too disconnected. Too big. Its like your flying but you cannot quite feel it. First time I tried I managed to mess up my power up, spin the plane and fly it into a terminal because I forgot to power my port engines to full! I kinda crashed more than got in the air... [/color][/i] Pausing, she was unsure what to do or say. How where they parting and would they even speak again. It was all.. Unknown to say the least. Still laughing slightly from admiring there was somthing she could not fly very well. Though it would be like Joel driving a semi truck. [i][color=f6989d]I should let you catch your flight. Stay safe, enjoy the sushi, avoid godzilla and Mothra. Hear those to get rowdy in Tokyo. The offer of thr mosquito flight still stands though. [/color][/i] Trying to end on a posetive note, and joking, she did want to try and at very least remain freinds, well if he let her after that evening. She had to admit to herself and heart she had done alot of damage. And it would take time to fully repair that night's fallout. She was glad and somewhat more relaxed to have got that off her chest, at least he could take hr or leave her and know ernough to make his choice. [@Pilatus]