Marinalia (Romus) Olympus
Centre Point . Public Party . Firday evening
Marinalia was relaxed as the street party began to pick up and the music began to play more often, a lively mix of Christmas songs and popular more dance numbers to keep everyone in the mood. Singing along with Victoria and laughing as they did to
I wish it could be Christmas everyday, it was a classic and one from home too.
Relaxed as she finished her hot chocolate, everything seemed to be cheerful until some larger types in suits started turning up.. No. Where the damned perfect possww of fools and idiots managed to get out there scrape with the law yet?
One of there staff was wanted across the entire city, Warrents issued across the entire city, radio, TV, newspapers they managed to blanket every form of media.
just got to get us a top up, Giving a icey glare at the tall man in a suit, he seemed the type to be one of there asshole, aiding there crimes and escapes. One day they would all get there Karma.
The snow had been falling slowly in spurts and was now very glad she had the mid lengh coat over her Greek style dress, slipping on a icey patch that they seemed to have missed she went into a well dressed young woman with a hot chocolate. With a embarrassed English accent and backing up abit and going abit pink.
sorry! Heals and ice do not mix!
If you lost your drink il buy you one. A miking at the dog, it was cute and quite abit smaller than her aunts, but people always favoured those closest to them.
nice dog, my aunt had a big girl who part wolf, may I.
It was a aim to distract, try and hide the fact she had kinda walked into someone, hope fully it worked. Distracted she did not notice a figure approach Victoria while she waited for her date. She had struck lucky alot quicker than Marinalia. Milo sounded like a good egg.
Victoria nodded as Marilania headed out to refill there drinks, she was stood waiting, leaning slightly on the walking stick and pulled her furry hood up, polar bear ears adding a sense of fun to faux fur coat. Behind her walked over a taller man, older and aged after years at sea, heavy winds and even artic blizzards. Matching grey eyes to the two young women and a English accent heavily Tinged by Russian.
She leaned against the wall waiting for her date, hoping he did not stand her up as they had been getting on so well, things seemed to feel right.
Vesarian Romus recognised his daughters anywhere, despite being away for years some things where coded into your genetics and despite his ice cold demeanor, tough business and slightly less moral job, he always had a soft spot for two particular young women.
Добрый вечер, мои прекрасные дочери Jumping slightly before turning round smiling and happily hugging her father, he had been tied up for hours outside at a nearby port. The ATF had investigated his ship from bow to Stern, every document and liscense he had. Everything was of course legal and correct. The shipment was legal but having a arms cargo listed on thr manifest had attracted them like vultures despite being bound for a perfectly respectable security company on the US Canadian border.
He had arranged to meet her in old harbour for lunch but had had cancel the meeting, some bastad ATF agent watching his every text even insisting to see the record of cominocations between the two before letting him message her. Was that even legal...
Папа! Наконец ты это сделал.
I was worried I'd not see you on Saturday! Maril just gone for drinks. She be happy to see you At last. They where meant to be meeting up at some race test and she had snagged a +1 ticket with him for the test. It was not her thing and probably abit boring but they had been apart for months and did not care about having to watch someone do a few laps of run way if they got to catch up.
Noticing the taller man in suit a second, a badge on arm? Wait a second one... Somthing made her feel very glad for her fathers arivial as Milo was yet arrive. Her father and Ivan had taught her very good spoken Russain, her reading was not great and writing was awful but it proved handy for maintaining there privacy.
Мужчины, кажется, что вещи не могут быть мирными Nodding Vesarian chanced a glance over to his right to see a taller man, darker skinned and well built in a suit that was almost comically tight, threat of muscle was evident. Grey eyes far colder than his daughters, he was far more used to worse places and a 20+ year career at sea had taken him to the world's finest and darkest ports.
Da, do not worry.
The event was a good excuse to see you, Maxamillion asked, it was too perfect. I flying out late Saturday, but il be back for the race weekend Vika.
I hear off Mali you charmed someone already... Just Don, t make me a grandfather quite yet. Cutting her off before she could of reacted, she was pretty young woman in a new city, after recent events. Sadly of his own causing she had a bad time, she had earned a break and some fun.
Looking out they saw Marilania talking to some woman in a rather striking dress, a small dog on a leash. Deciding to keep quiet. It would be a happy Suprise.
The party began to pick up and energetic music was almost infectious even to his old salty bones.
Victoria looked over and saw a person, they where smaller, a outfit of cardboard? Wait was that the wanderer from the jazz night who had insulted so eloquently and she had talked to. Asking about somewhere to shelter...
Maybe, too distracted by her fathers Suprise arrival and worried Milo had stood her up. She did not dwell too long on the matter.
Up on a large podium several mayoral staff seemed huddled tightly, various figures coming and going and not with happy expressions as they rushed about and several police officers quietly joined the groups conversation many could see but none hear.
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