Marinalia (Romus) Olympus
Swan Songs . Monday Evening
In a soft English accent the young woman spoke as she buckled I to the Taxi. It would be good to get a social event and have some fun.
"Swan Songs, jazz evening please." Victoria was in a rush, the taxi was stuck in nose to tail traffic and the city traffic was just getting worse and worse as time seemed to drag on. The trip was expensive, though her half sister had left early before she got back after her flight.
Despite being close sisters they could never quite get right any idea of a unified scedule, both where too independent and sometimes had small arguments over it. All normal between sisters but she was not exactly normal, looking in the reflection in dark window her pale snow like skin, extreme pale blonde and done up in a intricate and rather time intensive serris of platts.
She has been "Normal" until she caught a rare illness, though she survived it had taken a heavy cost, 4'9, slight build and skin more like pale snow, a cane too completed the ensemble. Normal was not a word that described Victoria Darya Romus.
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The venue was warming up now, music was starting up and the groups of people where growing round a few tables and sofa that filled the edges of the room. A long bar was in one area and all semed designed to center on the stage. A performer, nervous, maybe there first time stepped up. the first notes faltered but grew in confidence and soon had the room buzzing as lively jazz almost hung in the air even when the music stopped. It was definitely the place to be on a Monday evening!
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Marilania leaned back and watched the locals gathering, sipping on a mock tail, sex on the beach minus the alcohol so she could drive but still fun, sweet and that bit more special than a coke or some other boring soft drink. A little black dress was always a reliable choice when unsure, fitted well and cut above the knee it showed off a athletic figure well and a ernough leg to not escape notice.
Newcomers, but the woman stuck out the most in a daring black and white dress, fedora and alot of confidence. Certainly a cut above the average on the fashion stakes, and began to make her think that she missed a trick going for the good old classic.
Oh, Ren, finaly someone she recognised. He seemed with. Group but he certainly scrubbed up well, the outfit suited him and seemed alot more relaxed and comfortable than the time at the old starboard.
Lastly there was a taller man, walking with a slight limp maybe, built heavily, looked like he might of played sports or maybe military? The place was full of new comers as she decided to say hi.
Passing the woman in the daring dress she gave her a smile and a friendly nod of approval In passing, though a slight bit of jealously at that dress... She looked hot... She was looking about, maybe it was her first time her. could not hurt to be kind.
Her accent as distinctly English, years of travel not softened it yet.
"hey, nice dress, enjoy the evening" Walking over to the table she smiled and looked over to Ren, far different to the lazy skit and track jacket, little black dress, make up, heals. Bit more lady like than last time! he was with a group, but she knew him so felt ok walking up, drawing the odd jelous glance which confirmed her choice of outfit. Speaking in a distinct English accent, friendly and fairly light hearted. He scrubbed up well.
"hey cutie, ..its me, Marlin from the old Starboard... Seems we both can scrub up well,mind if i join ya?"Night off... text books won't know what to do!Sure, she was deliberately going abit far, but she felt in a good mood, she was not meaning to totally flirt just have a laugh, tease a a little maybe
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Victoria arrived behind swan songs where they hosted the venue, good job it was indoors! Dressed in a fairly daring and elegant pale blue dress, backless and full lengh. It was probbly way to much but you could never over dress? The cold autumn air made her regret her choice slightly as ghostly pale skin tingled in the chill of the slowing turning winter air, a delicate platt swaying slightly in the wind and as she slowly made her way pass swansongs.
Walking in things where picking up as she passed a taller man, well built and looked much like a athlete, the past was always out to remind her of what she could had, passing by slowly though he seemed to limp. Maybe he might not be so bad. Maybe he had faced his issues too.
Turning back to the man, she gave him a friendly wave, sure it might be random but broken people had to look out for each other. He probably did not deserve to be insulted and likely had faced hard times of his own.
"Enjoy the evening, Hope it lives up to its reputation. first timer. "Heading over to the bar, leaning the walking stick slightly against as she rested one arm on the bar and waved over to a waiter.
"White wine, large please" Sipping her drink she finally saw her sister, wearing that dress she got in London, and a passing a woman in a daring choice of outfit towards a table chatting with a man in a nice suit. Well well Marlin, you never mention a guy in Sol... Well well...
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Smirking slightly as she walked over to the table, one arm leaned heavily on a walking stick and tapped Marilania on the shoulder.
"So.. Hiding things Mali.. Never mentioned a gentleman when you said this event this morning"With a surprise, Marilania turned and gently hugged her Half sister, bending slightly at the knee being 8-9 inches shorter than Victoria, but both shared matching almost identical grey eyes, and close enough to be sisters.
The similarity ended though, one taller athletic, her sister, under 5 foot, Pale as snow and extremely slim, despite everything she never had fully recovered and was slight even for her height.
"Vika! oh.. Victoria, Ren, My Sister, Half by the book, Sister in every other sense, met him... il explain later..."going a little bit pink at Victorias rather awkward approach, before putting a arm over her shoulder and seeming happier she decided to attend.
"Thanks, Victoria Romus, I like long stories... i guess this ones interesting.. mind if i sit down... i kinda less steady on feet"Giving a nervous smile and sipping her glass of wine, while leaning on the stick for support, jet lag starting to kick in along with the wine.
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