[h2] [centre] [color=f6989d]Marinalia (Romus) Olympus[/color] [/centre] [/h2] [h3] [centre] & [/centre] [/h3] [h2] [centre] [color=6ecff6]Victoria [i]Darya[/i] Romus[/color][/centre] [/h2] [color=c4df9b][h3] [centre]Centre Point . Public Party . Firday evening [/centre] [/h3] [/color] [hr] Marinalia watched as just her luck events deemed to be turning to be taking a darker tone again, some woman seemed to have noticed her sister, well dressed but somthing about her made it seems like she was not entirely here for plesure. Why did things always turn strange and go badly? Looking over to Ren, she did not want to leave him, and have a chat for once with someone she knew bar her own sister but also sisters had to look out for each other. It was the unspoken rule. [i][color=f6989d]hey Ren... Wanna get a mock tail... Seems my sister attracted some notice? [/color][/i] The taller man seemed to vanish into the crowd. He worked for someone obviously dangerous, but such obvious actions on a event in thr heart of a city. Thr mayor. Top police? They where taking a massive risk. Then she saw a gathering group, I'll fitting suits and tight gathering. Gah, no, not those lot again... They where the same lot right? Dreading the answer she overheated someone shouting somthing out, thr Cuben Americans drawl and insulting language. Oh god. Jabba was back, likely the arid Indian and somewhere would likely be the arrogent Russian. Those overly wealthy peacocks, the second half implied accurately never missed a opertunity it seemed. As she emotions them where her eyes turned to a polar ice to rival her fathers, seeing the distinctive shape of Jabba in a track suit, could that man even wear clothes. What a gutter sense of dress. Money definitely could never ever buy him class. [i][color=f6989d]oh hell no... Can, t I have one night out in peace... Excuse me Ren if I vanish... Maybe catch up watch a movie or grab a coffee... [/color][/i] Looking round she saw a few exits, noting her father on the edge had seen everything, thr older man was anything but attentive to his souroundings. [hr] Victoria followed onto the dance floor that had been cleared near the stage, free of stalls, it had attracted quite a few couples and groups, much as thr city had its issues. They knew how to run a good party. Happy Milo had taken the lead, seemed her fathered arivial had not killed the mood tonight and trusting him ernough rested the walking stick on her arm, letting him take the weight off as she danced along, slower suited, never quite entirely trusting herself to not embarrass her self falling over or somthing that reinforced she was not normal. [i][color=6ecff6] I Don t mind... Long as I have a good dance partner. If things go this well, you might be finding out how I take my tea in the morning sooner than later... [/color][/i] It was cheeky, but well there was no point dancing round subjects, and dancing, mistletoe and alcohol tended to lead onto things faster than expected. Things had moved quickly after they met 6 days ago, if thr pace kept up it was a bridge she would be reaching sooner than normal. The train seemed to have no breaks and the slope was going downwards not up. Eyeing up the perfect momment, the mistletoe was just a few paces away and the snow was falling. It was almost out of a cheesey Christmas romncom. Then came the but... Three was always a damned but. He looked over and went pale, thr ghosts of Christmas past, a blonde woman wearing darker clothes and dressed less for a party, more practical. Was that a glint of somthing under a coat. Ex? Was he still married and she got played for a fool? Damned universe..., voice turning slightly colder as he looked over, it was obvious to anyone this side of Mars they had something between them, what was unsure but they definitely had a past. [i][color=6ecff6]Sure, il be waiting, hopefully thr ghost can float off... [/color][/i] Standing back abit, leaning one side on the walking stick near edge of dance floor. Damned, world can, t let me catch a fucking break. Watching a tall man, bheavily built stood about seemed she was not only one lady luck had forgotten. [hr] Captain Romus could not miss the shit show forming, thr sight of thr men was bad ernough, and then he saw security and some degenerate Lound mouth. Much like the many hell holes he had been in. Least the war loads where honest about being ass holes. This lot pretended to be great people, giving thr city there light. Sickening. Feeling trouble, he dialed his phone and called up Ivan to stand by with a exit route if things went badly. His crew was loyal and had worked with him for years. They would lend a hand if required, too many scrapes around thr globe me at every man at least owed the other their life or limb at some stage. Glancing over at thr taller man he saw at start, everyone's nerves seemed high. This was a dangerous momment indeed. Ivan and the crew could at least work out a exit plan, he was not going to be unprepared for whatever came. [hr] The mayor saw the two members of thr poser step out. Where was the third. He has seen the reports, the endless file on them and there antics. This evening was turning south so fast that the city may end up at the poles soon. Several police seemed to be getting jumpy, officers wringing hands and pacing. It was a nightmare. There seemed to be factions and alot of civilians present. [hr] [@aladdin_sane][@RoccanIronclad][@valckyriie][@SgtEasy][@Rabidporcupine][@Furiosa] [hr]