Romus Sisters
Victoria Darya Romus "Vika"
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Marinalia Romus Olympus "Mali"
mixed locations . Friday night to Monday morning . Victoria at Coffee Pot Monday morning . Marinalia at the Luna Sports Centre Monday late morning
Marinalia sighed as she woke up in the drunk tank after a long night on a crappy mattress, this definitely was not her idea of a weekend. Victoria was looking a little more worse for wear but her body was not quite as robust as hers and she definitely was going to be having a few moans and groans on her way back. Marlin was starving, they definitely where going to go by the fish and chip shop. She had managed to send a single message to their family ronarrange a lawyer as a matter of course so she excepted to be out by lunch. They had not charged anyone yet, so by her thinking they had to let her go if they where not charging them. The lawyer should confirm if that was true or not.
When Victoria woke, it was early morning and sun was shining and she felt pretty much starving, and a little shakey. She was more steady, but definitely was not going to be a good day for her balence. Sighing and playing with her long raven black hair idely... How had a few drinks ended up in this shit. Trouble seemed to a constant companion to the Romus Sisters. The remaining others where mostly quiet, or still asleep. The police had said they could go on Saturday but no conformation when.
Around 7 to 8am the sisters there lawyer was walking down the cell block, with a smart hand made suit and briefcase, he was from a excellent law firm who had been called by a rather tired sounding brittish client. Of course they had money, and they did not judge espechily when his exhorbinate weekend rate was being paid. Ensuring there early exit was easy for the experienced man. The other duty lawyer that day, a rather sharp woman with a eye for armani business suits had been been busy was a another firday night case, so he drew the sisters.
Miss Romus Olympus, Lady Romus. Mr William Jackson at your service.
I am working on behalf of your family, from Daniel Jackson and sons. we have transport waiting to return you home, and your immediate release has been arranged.
Please follow me. Officer, please release my clients, and return anything taken from them on arivial. Getting a curt nod from a cop who gave a this is too early for this crap look, and fumbling abit before opening the door, Marinalia putting a arm round her sisters shoulder taking her weight till she found her balence again. Victoria tried to downplay and take no notice he used her full formal title, and merely pretended like it was entirely normal, hoping that it would be ignored as some silly thing you forget about.
Thankyou, im afraid I cannot recommend the acomodations. Nore the breakfast menu. Reacting a cool British accent, not wanting to give much away in front of police or others, and followed as he lead them out with a curt glance to the side at others still waiting for them to be released from. There tempary detetion. She leant on Marlin somewhat and made the short walk out of the Police station to there wiaitng car. She kept up the icey and slightly distant demeanor until they made it to the car.
Thanks, come on Vika, I wonder if Frying nemo is open. Could eat a full sized bear.Afraid not miss Olympus. However I recommend light lane, Swarma Palace is excellent. I use them often my self, and they will be open by time you get there. As a lawyer, he worked strange hours and had earned a good knowledge of where was and was not open, taking charge and ensuring there possessions returned, checking each list down to the last item and signing on behalf of the two women, ensuring everything was in order. They seemed more polite than some of his other clients, and there reletives did not even blink at his fees, was not his job to judge, just do the best by a client, or clients in this case.
Your car will take you to a fast food place of your choice and home, I already have pain killers and bottled water waiting. This far from my first case of this nature.
If anyone contacts you, please call my office imediately, and we shall handle any issues on your behalf. Me or one of our staff will ensure you are represented properly. Thanking him before he left properly , they definitely where glad they had there family, sure they could be a pain at times, but they just had to be calm, careful, and patiant. They would see them good, they just had to be willing to take a little rough until things smoothed out. Sometimes they just had to be patiant.
Climbing into a rather expensive Porsche sat outside the police station, he helped Victoria into the blacked out luxury car Audi 5 door executive saloon, that whisked them away calmly from the police station and towards light lane and then back to a Hesphestus Manor, the car gliding quietly up to the tall front iron gates, each one forged and manufactured in England from highly durable and corsison resistant marine grade steel used in warships in the second world war.
Helping them out, and making sure they made it inside, the driver messaged to confirm they had been safely dropped off and began to make his way back to office. They did not have anything booked until lunchtime and it was barely 9am..
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They had made it home, quite a few hours later that first planned and a uncomfortable night aside, they where back and relaxed as the two women crossed the large iron gates and into the large 3 story glass roofed lobby and made way slowly up the stairs to the bedrooms on 3rd floor to change into somthing more comfortable. Victoria sent a quick message to confirm she was home safe and kicked off her heals as she soon changed, digging out a pair of well worn comfy ugg boots from her wardrobe. She had some info to pass onto cardinal but that could wait till Victoria had food in her stomach.
Marinalia headed in and slid her little black dress and boots, before finding some comfortable leggings, hoody she stole from a past boyfriend a year or so before and her battered but extremly comfortable pair of trainers that never left the house. Heading to the balcony just off the sisters bedroom suites, it had a seating area but they just grabbed some cushions, a blanket, and had a floor picnic outside. Swarma Palace deserved its name for the meal and they soon where demolishing a rather unhealthy but much needed meal.
ever think we have a quiet night for once?
Much as I should hate Ethen... I want to know more. I already know the greese song little miss mechanic. Her icey mask she had at the police station dropped, and the more relaxed Victoria was leant back against a window, with a large cushion from the sofa at her back. Running a brush through her long raven hair lazily neatening it up. Victoria lazily watched the trees sway, quietly thinking about things and what she would tell Cardinal. He definitely might have some idea maybe, little miss wild West was not a normal cop that was for sure.
Nope... Marla and Maria to. Family curse? And your blood related, so welcome to club!
He was cute... Just be careful, I know what your like. Your whole milady side... You always where more Morgana than Mulan.
Hey! No fair, I never brought up Cole.. Oh wait Nicholas or is Cole again... It was true the families women seemed to like moths to the flame of trouble and they all had there fair share of bad relationships, dramatics and doomed romances. Victoria had a dark side, Marinalia knew rather well, long as she was careful, he was abit of a show off, but maybe it contrast nicely with the more low key Victoria. Nicolas. Well Cole, or was it Nicolas again, her old friend and they had been on, off a few times. Still friends though, he definitely was a more grey influence on her sisters and suspected he was behind her choice of career change.
Curse... Nare, we just lead more intresting lives than most people. Maria and Marla had some good stories though.
Of course. This city is a snake pit. I'm a dark lady, more fun!
He,s a friend... It never would have worked out long term... I did not want to lose him. We just close friends. Meanwhile you and Morgan, where abit... Active you say... Victoria shrugged, and laughed slightly. Marla had some escapades before she met Milo and settled down. Maria had a few moments that definitely ranked up as intresting. She would be careful, he was easy to check up on being famous. If he was a bad egg, she would get a good idea off the Internet. They remained friends though, and Cardinal was a great sounding board, though lovers, thr last time had more been a because they could, and both single at time. Morgan was Marinalias ex, a engineer and part time inventer among other things, after a shakey start they had a rather passionate relationship for a while.
The conversation meandered on and they enjoyed there rather fast food breakfast on balcony, coffee and the pain killers from earlier helped. It definitely would be a lazy Saturday though.
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Typing away, Victoria relaxed in thr conservetory that afternoon with a laptop as she wanted for a response from her ping. He normaly was fairly prompt as lines of codes and security protocols cycled by.
Marlin had a point... But they where friends, relationships between them had been very intense, but somewhat risked burning out quickly.
<ACCOUNT = MILADY>
<DATA LINK SECURED / ACTIVE>
<CERBERUS 1024 ACTIVE 100%>
<ADSS DEFENSE MODE ALPHA - OSCILLATING MODE DELTA>
<Milady>Hi C . Sorry little late, had a pesky run in with the cops last night . Bitchy trollops . Never a quiet night
<Cardinal>Hey V . Your a trouble magnet . Again . Sounds like Moscow . Not with a Romus . Someone got a big hacker . The vines are panicked
<Milady>wait . I saw cops at bar . The wild west cops . Link me . Strange stuff . That cop was not normal . I swear there's somthing strange going on
<Cardinal>Link . Sent . CT was taunting . Went quiet . Vines jumpy . He was careful . Not sure who went down . Your instincts where always good
<Milady>Woah . CT . Reputation for being a joker . Somthing definitely up . Threat maps . Big fish caught . Glad I'm grey
<Cardinal>yep . Keep your side lines quiet . Not time to show boat . They may be fishing . Don't risk hooks
<Milady>aye . We should find out who later . CT was on run though . Maybe . Maybe not . Paranoia not worst idea . See you later . Gotta go call dad . Be careful C . Your a good friend.
<Cardinal>yep . Everyone skittish . Info is unconfirmed . That's gonna be a fun call . You too . Lady de winter . Always matched your eyes . Thanks V . Slow and quiet is found last
<DATA LINK CLOSED>
<ALL SYSTEMS CLOSED>
<RECORD DELETED>
<LOGOUT = MILADY> Victoria closed down the programme as right on time a bing and beep bop from Skype. Her dad was a a little bit upset but also glad she had got out un hurt. Win, survive, honour was not a point. Playing fair was not. Surviving was. Sighing at the account, why could his daughters not have a quiet night and just break a heal or somthing. They always seemed to end up in major drama.
Not that her mother had been entirely quiet and a good little housewife, but Victoria definitely had a talent for trouble, causing it. Finding it, or watching it. She always found it. No wonder he had grey hairs.
The rest of Saturday was quiet and they remained at home, things where calm and quiet, the night in jail has not helped her quite entirely so was laying back on her bed reading a book, her written Russian was a a little shoddy, so she was practicing abit, it never had been her fortay. Spoken languages where alot easier for her.
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Marlinalia after the breakfast left Victoria to her own thing, they saw some on the fight but some names where not mentioned and it seemed nothing major was coming of it. The weather had warmed a a little, well she had been in Alaska, ernough for that lm early afternoon to grab a few rays of sunshine in the peake of the day. It was unseasonal warm... There had to be a catch.
Sat in the garden it was warm, and quiet, peaceful, given the cold winters, it was nice to be able to feel some sunlight on her skin, and the hoody made a handy pillow as she laid back and thought of what to do next. Private gardens had a few handy advantages like no one judging you for what you did.
Looking down at her stomach, the ever present scar from the mugging gone wrong, so what jagged from the kinfe path, it coat her one dream and found another. The doctors did there best, but she did not like the risks involved in having surgery. At least here no one else would see, lovers had, but she always wore a one peice at swimming, and favoured backless, it was a handy way to show some skin, and not have reveal her scar..
Remembering she had a card from the Art lady, and one she helped out thr club, that was a nice way of making sure someone remembered you she had to admit. But what to put... They probbly would be out abit later unless they hired a decent lawyer to handle it. No one wanted all the shit a decent lawyer could raise and make toeubke with. That was if they even got caught.
Wishing them well and sending a hope you sis not get caught in the detentions, and sending a message to the drunk woman that she hoped she for home safe, and not a overly bad hang over. She was extremely drunk and probbly would be seriously feeling it in the morning.
Rereadinf a few times before hitting send, never know, small things start with a small action, and you don't know where that action would take you.
The woman, the rather tall massage therapist, well she definitely was intresting, and never know, she might make a friend, and end up booking a massage too. The drunk girl was vulnerable, she needed a friend. Hopefully she got her safe before the cops came round. They did not deserve to be caught up in the mess.
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Sunday breezed by and they both found themselves at the Lighthouse with a a old friend of their fathers and his two sons who happened to visiting Sol City at time. General Sergei Arkady always had far deeper reasons for whatever he did, the man was cunning and was a tricky charceter at times. However his sons where old friends, they had spent time together when they went to Moscow, a few fun nights out, a ball or so later, the two familes had links going back to when the general was a captain, and there father was a newly promoted ships first LT. The two had risen together, despite the odds.
A good catch up later and returning home a few hours a later than planned after they lost track of time, it was nice to catch up with family. Cousins, they kind of where in a strange sense, nothing was quite as it seemed in their family.
Victoria gave a rather low key nod as Sergi had a quick word about helping him keep a eye on events Sol side, and perhaps a little information that might help their father out. Of course there was a deeper reason, both men played dangerous games, as he discreetly slid her his card before and in return she wrote down a frequency and serris of codes that would allow him access to a secure radio frequency used by the ships so he could contact them. Returning them carefully, codes and security was one thing she definitely had a knack for... Though learned by breaking them.
if you know the system, then you know the answer. Tell dad I'm safe. I'm glad to see your skills put to effective use. Of course. More than meets the eye Victoria. Quite. Smiling politely, she had found a creative be but simple way when her work was a little quieter to code and uncode the radio net. The system that was favoured by a small group. espechily those with more legal but less moral sense of be cargo was quite handy, and only took a small software patch to work once you put in the correct code and frequency. Anyone else would find static and assume it was nothing. The Radio system had been helpful in helping to pay her medical and rehab bills. It was grey work, not illegal but not somthing you advertised.
Russia was a definitely a different world to America, as they hugged and wished the Akady's a safe flight home, it was nice to catch up after they had last met, old friends, and Victoria a ping told her that the balence of her Luxembourg account had grown a little more.
Helping her dad out was not all work, but the work did pay quite nicely and would help keep her life comfortable in a expensive city. Pulling back home, she crashed back into bed pretty fast, falling asleep watching the trees sway in the garden as the weather began to turn a little colder.
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Marinalia smiled as the sun glinted off her sunglasses and the dawn rose over the horizon, the pale reds turning orange as the lesson progressed and dawn light glittered off a lake a few dozen miles outside Sol City boundaries. Her student was doing well and she only had to nudge them abit to check there instruments for navigation more often.
Her new job was going well as she found her nature easily slid into working with her students, if this kept up her first pass should be coming soon. Having a permanent contract was a strange feeling that she did not have to be off in a few months time. Sol city would end up the longest she had been one place for 9 years. Her career was doing alot better than her love life but that was not botging her too much. Seeing Joel and Sioban had not hurt anything as much as she thought, they seemed to have made a quick escape from the club, least she was not locked up being glared at by her. Small mercies.
Great, few things we can improve in but good progress.
So, take us round to.. 270 degrees, 5000 feet. See if you cannot get us back to old Sol before the eggs are reheated.
Keep this up, you be needing gold wings soon ernoughWhen they came into landing as the rotars began to spin down and she watched as they got the order almost right on the cool down, this one definitely had promise and a good learner. A quick breakfast later and headed back to the offices to sign off her paperwork.
Marlin, check your desk. someone left somthong for you. Seemed they left it at the cargo desk. Thanks Angela. Think I know who! Yeah, think I told em... Maybe they not know where we are. Il make sure to get us some decent coffee on way home for tommrow! ooh... Someone close eh. Coffee and chat tommorow lunch! Perfect. Bjorn is great, his taste in coffee needs some work. Finding a box, it was not signed but she knew pretty well who sent it for her, finding a Japanese stamp and writing on the label. Opening it up she could not help but to aww much to her work colligues teasing as she saw a the Tokyo Pikachu which definitely was cute! She could have bought one but it did not feel... Hers. She wanted one that was from, that had been given. Growing up wealthy meant she could have many things. The ones she had valued where gifts, however small like her small silver necklace, her grandmother's ring and necklace that was locked in a very secure safe back home.
Next she found some sweets, and yep... She definitely was happy. Her sweet tooth was well known to anyone who got to know her and hmearther happily ignored the jokes as she enjoyed a sweet, filling out the lesson forms with a plush Pikachu sat on her desk. Serious at times, but she did have a rather soft side too.
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Leaving the office, she had a early start having to be in the air before dawn, and doing a night to light flight, they still had to do some more night flights, but that student at least was close.
Climbing into her landrover discovery, she had Pikachu sat in the centre console and began to make a steady cruise to the Luna sports, she had rest of the day off and after all the weekend a swim might clear her head. Her kit was in thr bag and forcing abit aggressively through the normal rush hour, there was no other way to make progress in the centre point area.
Makingnit to Luna Sports, she had a her office uniform, and pulled her flight jacket tight to keep warm as it wmwas still abit cool. Making it in and flashing her card. Oh... Oh... Changing she had forgotten entirely her ring was still on engagement side, after the night when she did not want to attract jerks so intensely. Damn... No wonder work had raised a fee eyebrows!
With a quick swap of her ring and changing into a sleak black one peice, her scar always made her self concous for some reason, and kept it hidden. She still had a excellent figure though, swimming helped that alot. Diving in for a few KM while she worked off her stress.
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Victorias day had begun early. She had the day off as medical appointments in morning and the blood testing tended to her leave her feeling abit drained. The appointments and follow ups for her treatment could not be missed though, and she normaly only worked half days on Mondays anyway. Work could do without her for one day.
Leaving hospital in the red mini convertible, white stripes and though the top was firmly up and the heater on. She was dressed in a warm mid lengh dark red coat, her warm and extremly comfortable broken in dark coloured Ugg Boots teamed with jeans. Taking a little more risk with her top, a red and dark purple closely fitted top slightly corseted as it fitted her slender frame alot better than some of the other styles. The look was abit daring for her, and definitely not in her old comfort zone but it suited her now, and her slight build meant the other fashion trends did not quite work. Plus her darker side seemed rather much to enjoy it.
Her friend back in England had teased her seeing the change, kept sending Bellatrix lestrange, Morgana, and quite a few other memes at her.
Feeling hungry, and needing a little boost, she soon spotted somewhere she remembered and parked up at the coffee pot. They had nice food last time and it was close. Why not. Heading in, she grabbed her bag and locked the car before heading in, and placed a order finding a quiet spot in the corner.
Ordering a hot chockate, and trying to explain a English breakfast to the American waitress and failing badly, s before electing for a pile of pancakes, maple syrup and a blueberry muffin. Both sisters had a sweet tooth, but Victoria was far less than Marlin whose idea of sweet was diabetes in a meal. Checking her phone she dropped a email confirming a delivery, and played a a little app game with Cardinal before tucking into a late breakfast as she had not felt like eating at 6.30am.
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