[b][centre][h1] Bellatrix Olympus. Nordic. FAS. Speed City. 03 -11 - 2094.[/h1][/centre][/b] [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]FAS[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200] FAS salt flats. 03-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] … Too damn. Hot. Bellatrix first thought of this dusty flat desert- like place. Landing in this part of the Federated states was not her favourite. She walked across the scorching party atmosphere drinking from a beer, the crew had a whole tent shaped upside down boat set up complete with pyrotechnics they planned to use at night. It was all chaos as Bellatrix walked down past a row of stalls and stands selling everything from swarma to deep fried snake and more besides. Team Nordic had gone over the top, way over but they had just embraced the crazy and several arguments with the marketing horny goblins, her PR manager, the team and some rather overly enthusiastic design students later had managed to get her into a rather eye-catching outfit Wearing an “Metalic” stomach baring breastplate of a kind, thankfully not metal in the extreme heat, shiny leggings with straps, matching knee pads, strap line painted all the way up one arm, viking style face paint down and across one eye with a princess Tiara, decorated her belt with a tea cup, and a few random other items. All in all it was ridiculous but the team had all decided to be ridiculous and once it was made, she was somewhat stuck. They had blended shield maiden, mad max, a princess and whatever drugs the designers were on as she walked to the media area. The beer would not be on air but with all the stress they had getting the cars ready and here…damn did she need this beer! A very French accent and a very European greeting came, Bellatrix knew her almost like a 6th sense these days. [color=ec008c]“Ma Ren…im dressed, im wearing whatever, im gonna do the chat segment. Relax dear. Do you need my beer?” [/color]Bellstrix said as she was caught up by her Media manager who somehow looked stylish in a post apocalypse dress up and linked her arm and walked along in a way that she was meant to be there at this time and place as God's foretold. “Ma Belle, you look crazy, but that's what the team wants… come on, walk with me, we stopping by a friend of mine first.” She said without any thought it might be refused and took a side way to meet a reporter from an up and coming online Magazine , getting a few photos and details swapped before they headed off. … [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]FAS.[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Media Day. 03-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] Bellatrix smiled and introduced her segment, with a gesture the screen switched.[color=ec008c] “Enjoy, and we had fun making this.[/color]” [i]The cut went from her in the studio to an image of a dragon swooping over the Nordic fjord and factory then transformed into a Welsh dragon that spit flames that then morphed into a cut of high speed racing and a mix of over takes and other pre recorded shots from archive footage. It showed the good, the bad, and the winning, the losing. Racing was a roller coaster of emotions but Bellatrix last shot was her getting back kn after her bad crash giving a thumbs up as the cockpit locked, showing both the fear and confidence at same time. The surprise came with a switch to Bellatrix in the drawing room of her home. “And here comes the child photos! Have fun. Remember, you can do anything! We all started small.” Her brother came into shot as Bellatrix was pouring tea from a silver pot. “Except get taller Little sis. Always been a pixie. You always dragged me to some race or so.” “Princess, more like. Younger Brother minion, you helped push the car. enjoy.” She said taking and tossed a cushion at him the second the photos started from her as a small child sat on her fathers lap in a fighter jet, young Bellatrix racing in a bright pink helmet and go kart that looked rather out of proportion and shaky home video from family cameras, a short version from first race to a photo of her with a drink raised celebrating her first full senior AG race with team mates and rivals from the Junior AG league. They had also mixed in some photos with fans of all ages, young to old sent in and chosen for video. Racing was not just about Bellatrix but those who enjoyed watching it too. “You always needed a booster seat.” Her brother teased and said as the pictures, and video section closed. “And, enjoy some great voice over work, she said it enough times.” “This is why they say never work with children or pets.. Siblings especially.” Bellatrix dead panned, they decided humour would help and hopefully make it more than just a standard video of clips and inspirational quotes. The scene changed to Bellatrix sat by the Fjord in Sweden with a sun rising behind down a golden lit vita behind her. Floki had gone all out in cackling madness and made a throne out of a Viking saga that she was seated upon with carved raven for Nordic Call and a Welsh dragon enclosed in Welsh Knot designs. “Hello, me again, this time in Sweden, magic right.” She joked in the segment and turned to face the camera, easy, confident and smooth. “Your road will not look like my road, or someone else's. But you do not know if you do not take that step. Look out formula AG, im coming to win! I hope you all enjoy our racing we have coming up, Nordic Call will be giving it our all no matter what race or country. I hope you welcome me like you did in Australia and I can give you a great show. ” She said thanking the fans, because without the fans they would be nobody and unable to do this.[/i] Keeping the fans happy was key, racers could lose but losing the fans and support could end a career even faster! Sadly a lot came down to the money and the metrics. … The video closed and Bellatrix did her part till cameras stopped rolling, flopping back and with a relieved expression. “Im happy to help, but you media folk sure do keep us busy.” She said as caught a bottle of water and plugged some down, the heat was a bitch still. [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]FAS.[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]A Quiet spot. Pilots tent. 03-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] … Reaching the Pilots area she headed to get away from the team for a bit and realise something… They trusted some pilots to race at god knows what speed and did not let them legally buy beer in this country. Seems kinda an odd arrangement. Finding a healthy salad lunch, pasta and chicken with some added extras, Bellatrix found a spot to escape the madness, the party was great and ever so fun but the heat, the people, the party.. She was Red haired… even the factor 70 sunscreen was feeling the heat after a time, the sun was constant, intense and did not relent. Even the sand and salt kept the heat over and far into hours of the night. She would let the team handle the rest, and hopefully Astrid had shown some cracks and moments… They were team mates now, it felt a lot more comfortable than it did before.