[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] Delta Hyper Media. Rookie meets Rookie. 03-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] Bellatrix stood in her outfit, make-up was done and she had escaped the clutches of her Media manager and the team's make up lady. Outfit ready, face ready, media ready. Bellatrix looked the part the team wanted, however silly, complete with a tiara, tea cup and dressed like mad max met princess and a Viking. It was crazy but it all worked together. Meeting Paul, he offered a hand and was dressed into an outfit that looked way more sensible than hers! She was honestly jealous, he had managed to wangle some kind of arrangement that escaped the rather creative outfits she had ordered to be in all weekend. He was taller, he had the looks, which far as she recalled he took after his dad in his looks, charm and a little bit of a trouble maker…if his fathers reputation and the history books were said to be. She took his hand with her organic arm and smiled, though friendly than the about to fall over and faint like she was a Lady who met the handsome landowner at a ball and fall in love with them and their triple barreled title. [color=ec008c]“Hey, Thanks, you raced well, and it's nice to meet you Paul. That's if it makes the fans happy, I'm just thankful they welcomed me..”[/color] Bella said as she kept an eye on the cameras and the people busy about the space, preparing last minute to be ready to shoot. [color=ec008c]“Honest answer, I could barely think. Not stopped moving since i left Blue Sheep racing, always somthing coming in like i did, this or that, I love it, it's what I want to do, I have to remind myself it's real though some mornings. Also Swedish weather, pack warm! You want…”[/color] Cut off by the sudden hush, lights changing and people scurrying about with purpose as she was given a nudge on her arm to move forward. She gave Paul one last thumbs up, [color=ec008c]“good luck.”[/color] and headed on, show time, fully embracing the Princess of F1 nickname. It was silly but the Fans seemed to like it… … [hr][h2]Pilots’ Group Chat[/h2] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Pilots Chat. 28-10-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] [hr][h2]Pilots’ Group Chat[/h2][quote][color=fff200][b]Astrid[/b][/color] [A video of Bellatrix not causing the automatic doors to open and having to jump and wave at it] I present. Princess Tinkerbell.[/quote] [color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color] YES! Finally, someone smaller than me! 😂 [color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color] [b]@Astrid[/b] I take back everything negative I said about you after Monaco, you just made my weekend. [color=fff200]Paul[/color] [b]@Bea[/b] Wow Bea! I had no idea you were so sensitive about your height! I honestly didn’t notice. You have so much personality you always seemed taller than Han. [color=fff200]Paul[/color] [b]@Bellatrix[/b] Are you sure you want to stay with this crazy group? Welcome to the madhouse! [color=fff200]Paul[/color] Did anyone have to don a costume for their team’s marketing people? I feel absolutely ridiculous. At least I managed to use sponsorship expectations to get out of wearing it for the Delta Hyper interview. [color=fff200]Bellatrix.[/color] Giants the lot of ya *cloud gif* [color=fff200]Bellatrix.[/color] @Paul. Yup, your crazy is my crazy, who else would race at hundreds of MPH though tunnels upside down? Did you call me short…or complement me… or both… And yup, I'll be here all weekend! I have a Fashion student using me as a dress up doll. [color=fff200]Astrid.[/color] Yes, I have Gin too. [color=fff200]Astrid.[/color] @Bea. She small, but she fast, watch out Bea. … [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]FAS.[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Direct Message. 03-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] [b][color=fff200]Direct message. To Paul. [/color] [/b] Hey, its Princess Bellatrix. I'm at the Pilots tent, if you want to escape the Crazy, enjoy a cold drink and escape the constant over stimulation for a bit. Or…I ask that sir Paul comes upon Princess Bellatrix of Nordic if he is able to attend for a very late afternoon luncheon. *curtsey gif* Ps. If I see anything, as far as I know you're 21 right… ;) birthdays are confusing… are they not… Bella. :) … [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]FAS.[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Pilots Tent, evening time. 03-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] Bellatrix was sitting eating her pasta salad as she popped open some American brand cold beer, she should probably not get too drunk but this was stressful, she needed a beer, needed to get some chance away from the chaos and the trouble at least for an hour or so. Even into the evening things only got more active once night fell, the temperatures cooled and the lights, lasers, pyrotechnics and holo projectors replaced the blazing sun with a riot of colour and light across as far as she was able to see from the tent. The music from 1000 places sounded, the ground had a faint vibration even in the more racing area she sought shelter at. Yeah she had been warned at least twice about Paul by Ren but she knew people would talk of her spending too much time with Astrid, never being seen with people. The media would find a way regardless so she invited him to join her and hopefully be able to make connections with a fellow rookie. Astrid, others were nice but she needed someone who understood how it felt to be fresh faced and new, and not having a few seasons under their helmet. If they were going to gossip… well let the cards fall as they must, Bellatrix would let the gutter press do as they do, her life could not be lived avoiding all risk as a AG racer, risk was what they did best. Raising a hand she waved to Paul, and used one of the small but strong mechanisms in her back to copy the wave, having been using it as a bottle opener a minute or so ago. [color=ec008c]“Hey, over here, make yourself comfortable, get a good spot. Sir Paul of the lands of Valkyrie.”[/color] She said and maybe it was a little silly but she needed to get away from the lense, the cameras and at least in the pilots tent the demands of the sponsors and teams were off for at least an hour or so. [color=ec008c]“The food is pretty decent too.”[/color] [color=ec008c]"Its a little more peaceful here, i was...overwhelmed out their."[/color] She decided to admit and kept off her thoughts, Pauls video was pretty heavy for him she thought quietly but kept off the topic, she did not know him that well. [@LadyAmber]