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Sometimes you want to tell a event from diffrent, time, view points and so. Younc9uld be both in the present, and for another looking back.
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Happy new year humans of 2022! May it be better than rhe last!
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Happy new year for the year that shall not be named is over.
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@PrinceAlexus For her job, I would like to make her a Sensei(with a dojo and all that). Basically, I want her to be a self-defence trainer. How does that sound?
That's great, yeah we can fit that in
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@PrinceAlexus Hello ! This looks really nice. To be honest, I never liked a slice of life genre because I haven't saw anyone doing what I would consider a good one. That, or the RP would die after a few posts...
Do you have a place for me?
It's still blurry, but I am thinking about female ex-mercenary of about 24-26 y/o that just came from her last mission. How would that sound?
We can always make a place for you, we can usually always fit people in somehow or another and nudge the universe about abit.
Yeah, maybe could acomodate that, there's plenty of work in the city for private security and so on. We can work with it long as your not going too outlandish. We did have a cartel thug, a arms dealers and a US Marshall running about already.
Thanks, we try to make a good RP.
Fill put thr CS, please just tag me if any questions, or drop me a PM. Just tag me and the co GM Pilatus when you done, so we both can check it out.
Current events are the city grand prix, and after party.
Previous includes, work day themes, a winter party and jazz night with alternating free and more planned periods.
Generally we OK with quite a few things, just be sensible :)
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DR Marla Olympus
Sunday Lunch time, SCVRS building
Marla nodded and handed over the package to Stern looking woman, rather sharp and defenitely sparing with her words. She defenitely had to be a manager or some kind of leader. Handing over the package and the letter, the Mayor had asked a favour as they had come to a deal over the use of part of city hall, thr large 2 story Hall was a hard one to book and sometimes you had to give and take to get it.
Thanks. Special delivery, I'm not a fan of racing anyway. Mayor's a charceter to say the least . See you at the party, hopefully you have a boring night if only professionally.
The ending was abrupt but anyone who worked with her would likely say the same, even in her own earshot. Everyone knew she was a bit of a bitch at times but she was also a impeccabley skilled surgoen and saved several lives on site, warming the "Ice Princess" to quite a few people. Building ships was dangerous and there where 1000 ways to be hurt or killed. Current investments in robotics and other systems had reduced some of the most dangerous jobs, the company. OHI had not built her leg, a sub contractor, Mars Robotics who worked as part of there defense contract had offered the prototype, in part a test deal between the two that had grown into supplying advanced welding and manipulation robotics. Still did not stop them charging 500 pounds a battery set, 250 to replace the foot grips and a eye watering sum when the central processing chip had failed.
Waving her off and heading out, she found a bench seeing the blinking app on her phone warning her as she sat down and quickly slid a Panel and swapped the battery. Despite each one being 500 pounds a peice. They soon drained for ly fast especially when jogging and she always kept a spare handy. At least the new Frigate hull contract her father had gained would keep the company in the black for a few years at least. Maybe longer if they could get in on building and maintenance contracts down the line.
Putting business thoughts aside, she gave one look back at the fairly spartan building, it certainly did not look the most welcoming of places to live. Heading on a roundabout route back to city hall and to check on things before she had to get ready for the evening, make sure her young son was OK with the child minders for the night. For a weekend of "sports and entertainment" she always reminded that someone had to make sure it went off smoothly.
Her Husband, Brother and Father had all somehow.. Perfectly angled a afternoon of racing and beers, even the iceberg of Vesarian was joining in, when would he and her sister finaly relise... They could build a 10,000 ton ship faster than ship was launched.
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[h2
Marilania watched the preparations from the pit lane, the screens and radios displaying a complex array of times, lines, marks and systems she could barely understand despite being able to fly a 10,000 horse power cargo aircraft. Joking to one of crew about and starting to feel better around the quiet and profeshinal race crew. It felt so much more like flying. Thr one section she did get was the power and brake lines, the split times and ghost laps.
I can fly a Cargo plane, medium lift helicopter and this lot... Is more complicated than that it seems!
The screens and data incoming was more akin to a fighter jet or advanced video game than a race car. Watching the crew do there final checks drinking a coffee, coming down here was definitely the right choice. Pulling on the race team jacket she had borrowed, the wind would be howling through here propelled by thousands of horsepower soon ernough.
Watching out, in thr busy pit lane as the heavy energetic music hammered out constantly, not to her taste but thr team seemed to love it as they prepared the mechanical monster of a race car sat there for its finest hour. Along the row many others where in similar states, engines exposed or covers being bolted down, and tyres warmed up or sat in cradles. Not even the helicopters got this level of care.
Seeing Joel walk down she waves over and saw him in full race suit, half off for heat if anything like a flight suit and surprisingly in a almost gentlemanly way, offered her a arm. The idea of the TV crews after that morning was a a little scary and her grey eyes registered a certain fear before blinking to normal. It was just business, just business. If anything else, her grandfather had long taught her business was just acting with different kinds of money involved.
TV, beauty and the beast? Anyone for the talking candle stick?. London, unique choice of music... I grew up on outskirts, its no Bleniam Palace, or Chatsworth, but its a nice home.
Joking slightly and touching up her makeup in a small portable mirror for TV, if she was going to be live, least she could do was look good. Shaken up or not earlier and hiding from the busy stands, she still had her little bit of pride. Thr metal core, heavy music was there thing, she preferred somthing abit more dancey, and club style than the heavy duty stuff they had hammering out. Taking his arm and smiling slightly, she felt like she was safer down here. They where more intrested in there work than her.
Ready, chins up, smiles on, let the hunger games begin.
The Capital demands it tribute.
Mixing up a few quotes and heading to face the media, her badge dangling visabley round her neck in sponsorship colours, how she managed to get onto the pit lane and marked with a small copy the Olympus heavy industries logo. Everyone had some form of a pass, press, crews, sponsors and fans. Diffrent colours meant diffrent access.
Seeing the camera's and media set up she tightened her grip on Joels arm, old nerves and the days shocks masked by layers of make up and mental walls, but definitely not gone, and still very much thr nervous, and shaken woman from the morning, just hidden by a cool and collected outer shell.
Victoria smiled and watched the track as they brought the entertainment and music hammered put on the main stands. From above she could see them readying cars, some being rolled onto the grid and prepared for the race. Multiple brightly coloured and team coloured machines lined up in rows and set start positions. Each one massively expensive and custom made.
Going noticed, but unnoticed as everyone passed by the young pale woman watched quietly as the various business staff managed to do there thing and cards, contacts and such where exchanged. Mostly talking in Russian with Ivan who was more bothered about Victoria than the business leaving that to Vesarian and the Olympus family.
Concerned about Marilania but knowing she needed space, she nervously checked her phone and could head down later if needed. Right now she had to play her part in the "show", everyone knew business was business.
Marla waved and headed off, she had never been a fan of car racing after managing to lose her left leg in a car crash when she was younger. After that the idea of people racing and risking things was not exactly a favorite. After checking on the party, despite all the people working on it, she always made sure things where ready anyway personally. Maybe time allowed go for a jog, the mayor had asked someone head out and pass on a invitation at some building, and she could always make it into a route.
see you later, you know me and racing, never quite freinds.
Heading off leaving her older sister Maria, Maxamillion, Mike, Milo her husband and thr Romus party to there race. 5'6 and tallest of the three M's as some names Marla, Maria and Marilania. Long blonde hair wirh ice blue highlights and matching eye colour was fairly striking. A gold and platinum bracelet engraved with a serris of dates, Wedding, anaversey and her young sons birthday had always dangled off her wrist for years. A diamond ring and gold band on other side. Left leg replaced including the knee with a modern powered replacement, the servos where far more comfortable than the clunky versions she had before and much less obvious meaning she could run, walk and pass for a person with a real leg long as you not look too close.
Maria waved her off, seeming to look to Vesarian. Everyone seemed to wonder when they would finally act on the hints. Unknown to her there was a bet that they would finaly at the gala and most family where in on it. Shorter than her sister, 5'4 and golden blonde with almost gold eyes. More athletic and a former swimmer in her youth, the similarity with her daughter was quite evident and did not pass unnoticed.
Vesarian sighed internally, he hated the business side much more happy at the helm of a ship than shaking hands n pleasentrys. Victoria was fine, though his older daughter had his mind concerned. Finding out about the assult had greatly enraged him. Thr amount of snakes in the city, its shining facade hid a rotten core as bad as worst ports he visited. A overly long glance at Maria, a returned smile. The two had gone a along way in the past decades, he had gone from a feckless father who abdonned her, to a while different man after Victoria had come along. Ivan had taken her as a 2nd daughter, at least he knew his rather bulky life long freind would keep her perfectly safe this weekend whatever happened.
The Gala had gone through a dozen security revisions and upgrades over past few weeks hearing of gangs of bikers, people drugging women and trashing events with impunity. Not on there watch, not this time.
Finding time before she had to be at the Gala, the various staff she needed to meet with would not be ready for a few hours Marla grabbed a small backpack, changing into shorts and a light fitted top. throwing a zipped track jacket with Olympus Heavy Industries logo mixed with the medical symbol. A trained Trauma Surgeon she was head of the onsite small hospital. Being a industrial shipyard it was dangerous and risks high, the Hospital was not cheap but many lives and limbs had been saved by direct and decisive medical intervention.
Heading out, most her artificial leg visable, but what was the point hiding it, she had tried when she was younger but pretending it never existed was futile. might as well be honest about it and just ignore the comments.
Heading over at a steady pace that the servo's allowed, still experimental the tech was not entirely refined or capable as a fully organic limb yet. Arriving at the building, Sol City Rescue Squad, and looking about knocking on the office window inside the glass doors. With a crisp British accent, shouting up not wanting to invade too far inside.
Hey, anyone about?
Mayor asked me to deliver something over, your. Organisation got invited over to one of the main parties this evening tied to race. Im from one of the race team sponsors representatives, Dr Marla, Olympus, Olympus Heavy Engineering.
Free to come up? or someone headed down?
Pulling backpack off shoulders and drinking from a water bottle as well as digging out a few letters and invites in neat hand written envelopes. Stood in the entrance she looked round, obviously more of a work building, garages, upper levels must be something to do with staff and storage.
Greeting a woman, older who headed out a side way, somewhat stern, and in work gear, Marla in shorts and track top with light jacket. somewhat displaying her somewhat more top heavy figure. Her glinting bracelet ever present bar when she needed for medical reasons, though she had taken off the cut diamond necklace, currently locked in her hotel safe. Handing over the tickets and info, why could it not be a guy, would of been easier to sell... Ice blue eyes looking round, she made a quick estimate the woman was fairly straight up and not hung up on pleasantries.
Hello, Dr Marla Olympus, your team got invited to the Gala at City hall as i said, im from the sponsor company, Mayor seemed wanted them delivered by hand for some reason. everything in the pack, tickets, times, dress codes and the security notes etc.
@Pilatus
Marinalia (Romus) Olympus
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Victoria Darya Romus
Old Harbour . Sunday early Morning, Race main stands, Pit lane, Lunch time.
Marilania watched the preparations from the pit lane, the screens and radios displaying a complex array of times, lines, marks and systems she could barely understand despite being able to fly a 10,000 horse power cargo aircraft. Joking to one of crew about and starting to feel better around the quiet and profeshinal race crew. It felt so much more like flying. Thr one section she did get was the power and brake lines, the split times and ghost laps.
I can fly a Cargo plane, medium lift helicopter and this lot... Is more complicated than that it seems!
The screens and data incoming was more akin to a fighter jet or advanced video game than a race car. Watching the crew do there final checks drinking a coffee, coming down here was definitely the right choice. Pulling on the race team jacket she had borrowed, the wind would be howling through here propelled by thousands of horsepower soon ernough.
Watching out, in thr busy pit lane as the heavy energetic music hammered out constantly, not to her taste but thr team seemed to love it as they prepared the mechanical monster of a race car sat there for its finest hour. Along the row many others where in similar states, engines exposed or covers being bolted down, and tyres warmed up or sat in cradles. Not even the helicopters got this level of care.
Seeing Joel walk down she waves over and saw him in full race suit, half off for heat if anything like a flight suit and surprisingly in a almost gentlemanly way, offered her a arm. The idea of the TV crews after that morning was a a little scary and her grey eyes registered a certain fear before blinking to normal. It was just business, just business. If anything else, her grandfather had long taught her business was just acting with different kinds of money involved.
TV, beauty and the beast? Anyone for the talking candle stick?. London, unique choice of music... I grew up on outskirts, its no Bleniam Palace, or Chatsworth, but its a nice home.
Joking slightly and touching up her makeup in a small portable mirror for TV, if she was going to be live, least she could do was look good. Shaken up or not earlier and hiding from the busy stands, she still had her little bit of pride. Thr metal core, heavy music was there thing, she preferred somthing abit more dancey, and club style than the heavy duty stuff they had hammering out. Taking his arm and smiling slightly, she felt like she was safer down here. They where more intrested in there work than her.
Ready, chins up, smiles on, let the hunger games begin.
The Capital demands it tribute.
Mixing up a few quotes and heading to face the media, her badge dangling visabley round her neck in sponsorship colours, how she managed to get onto the pit lane and marked with a small copy the Olympus heavy industries logo. Everyone had some form of a pass, press, crews, sponsors and fans. Diffrent colours meant diffrent access.
Seeing the camera's and media set up she tightened her grip on Joels arm, old nerves and the days shocks masked by layers of make up and mental walls, but definitely not gone, and still very much thr nervous, and shaken woman from the morning, just hidden by a cool and collected outer shell.
Victoria smiled and watched the track as they brought the entertainment and music hammered put on the main stands. From above she could see them readying cars, some being rolled onto the grid and prepared for the race. Multiple brightly coloured and team coloured machines lined up in rows and set start positions. Each one massively expensive and custom made.
Going noticed, but unnoticed as everyone passed by the young pale woman watched quietly as the various business staff managed to do there thing and cards, contacts and such where exchanged. Mostly talking in Russian with Ivan who was more bothered about Victoria than the business leaving that to Vesarian and the Olympus family.
Concerned about Marilania but knowing she needed space, she nervously checked her phone and could head down later if needed. Right now she had to play her part in the "show", everyone knew business was business.
Marla waved and headed off, she had never been a fan of car racing after managing to lose her left leg in a car crash when she was younger. After that the idea of people racing and risking things was not exactly a favorite. After checking on the party, despite all the people working on it, she always made sure things where ready anyway personally. Maybe time allowed go for a jog, the mayor had asked someone head out and pass on a invitation at some building, and she could always make it into a route.
see you later, you know me and racing, never quite freinds.
Heading off leaving her older sister Maria, Maxamillion, Mike, Milo her husband and thr Romus party to there race. 5'6 and tallest of the three M's as some names Marla, Maria and Marilania. Long blonde hair wirh ice blue highlights and matching eye colour was fairly striking. A gold and platinum bracelet engraved with a serris of dates, Wedding, anaversey and her young sons birthday had always dangled off her wrist for years. A diamond ring and gold band on other side. Left leg replaced including the knee with a modern powered replacement, the servos where far more comfortable than the clunky versions she had before and much less obvious meaning she could run, walk and pass for a person with a real leg long as you not look too close.
Maria waved her off, seeming to look to Vesarian. Everyone seemed to wonder when they would finally act on the hints. Unknown to her there was a bet that they would finaly at the gala and most family where in on it. Shorter than her sister, 5'4 and golden blonde with almost gold eyes. More athletic and a former swimmer in her youth, the similarity with her daughter was quite evident and did not pass unnoticed.
Vesarian sighed internally, he hated the business side much more happy at the helm of a ship than shaking hands n pleasentrys. Victoria was fine, though his older daughter had his mind concerned. Finding out about the assult had greatly enraged him. Thr amount of snakes in the city, its shining facade hid a rotten core as bad as worst ports he visited. A overly long glance at Maria, a returned smile. The two had gone a along way in the past decades, he had gone from a feckless father who abdonned her, to a while different man after Victoria had come along. Ivan had taken her as a 2nd daughter, at least he knew his rather bulky life long freind would keep her perfectly safe this weekend whatever happened.
The Gala had gone through a dozen security revisions and upgrades over past few weeks hearing of gangs of bikers, people drugging women and trashing events with impunity. Not on there watch, not this time.
Finding time before she had to be at the Gala, the various staff she needed to meet with would not be ready for a few hours Marla grabbed a small backpack, changing into shorts and a light fitted top. throwing a zipped track jacket with Olympus Heavy Industries logo mixed with the medical symbol. A trained Trauma Surgeon she was head of the onsite small hospital. Being a industrial shipyard it was dangerous and risks high, the Hospital was not cheap but many lives and limbs had been saved by direct and decisive medical intervention.
Heading out, most her artificial leg visable, but what was the point hiding it, she had tried when she was younger but pretending it never existed was futile. might as well be honest about it and just ignore the comments.
Heading over at a steady pace that the servo's allowed, still experimental the tech was not entirely refined or capable as a fully organic limb yet. Arriving at the building, Sol City Rescue Squad, and looking about knocking on the office window inside the glass doors. With a crisp British accent, shouting up not wanting to invade too far inside.
Hey, anyone about?
Mayor asked me to deliver something over, your. Organisation got invited over to one of the main parties this evening tied to race. Im from one of the race team sponsors representatives, Dr Marla, Olympus, Olympus Heavy Engineering.
Free to come up? or someone headed down?
Pulling backpack off shoulders and drinking from a water bottle as well as digging out a few letters and invites in neat hand written envelopes. Stood in the entrance she looked round, obviously more of a work building, garages, upper levels must be something to do with staff and storage.
Greeting a woman, older who headed out a side way, somewhat stern, and in work gear, Marla in shorts and track top with light jacket. somewhat displaying her somewhat more top heavy figure. Her glinting bracelet ever present bar when she needed for medical reasons, though she had taken off the cut diamond necklace, currently locked in her hotel safe. Handing over the tickets and info, why could it not be a guy, would of been easier to sell... Ice blue eyes looking round, she made a quick estimate the woman was fairly straight up and not hung up on pleasantries.
Hello, Dr Marla Olympus, your team got invited to the Gala at City hall as i said, im from the sponsor company, Mayor seemed wanted them delivered by hand for some reason. everything in the pack, tickets, times, dress codes and the security notes etc.
@Pilatus
i think i just made my first post without Diva i feel guilty, should i feel guilty lmao
I'm sure she will get over with it with some fuss lol.
Works most nervous date... Coming when thr time skip arrives :)
@PrinceAlexus @Joshua Tamashii
I wouldn't say that I'm currently working on my post, lol although I have to do it by phone
:)
I do nearly all mine by phone. Takes time but doable.
I managed 2598 words by phone recently, though that certainly intresting task!
It's gotten silent around here.
I know... It seems we have entered a haunted house?
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Marilania yawned awake as the sun shined in her window reflecting off onw of the other buildings, forgetting to close the curtains the night before and rolling over to see phone blinking too early for a Sunday morning. Deciding the world had woken her up and wandering over slowly in a pre caffeinated state to shower and heading out after a few minutes bliss in hot water from the colder Northern weather, the buildings heating was yet to fully kick in, it was too early.
Wandering on out, Victoria was fast asleep and where she wanted to be. Thr apartments tall wooden storage was lit by morning sun and looking out below the race track was laid out, cars could not get out easily but the events had been dramatic and race day meant a good party in the evening. Thinking back on her week and making a tea as the TV ran the normal repeated broadcasts and news stories of the weekend, Sol city football, Deadalus, the Saturday qualifying results and a few other cute cats filling space. Grabbing a cup of tea, and sitting back she thought about her week.
Wednesday was a blur, though slightly annoying Joel did not seem to return the flirt, or much at all, how much more obvious could you be that you wanted to get to know someone. What was up with the guy, maybe find out at party, that or him and Tommy where more than business partners on the quiet.
Friday morning had been fairly nerve racking at first , helping out Marks daughter they had met at the University pool and she had to face her issues, was not her fault, starting slow and doing a few laps to see it might be a session or two but she had potential indeed. Admitting why she had to quit had been the hardest part when asked though felt like a load off her mind abit to face a old fear too. Feeling the better for it, Sarah had been kind and understanding much as she could offering her a chance to back out realising and apologising but if she could not compete, maybe at least she could help someone else to see their dreams.
After the morning in pool, she had the weekend off and headed over to watch to free practice lazily at Centre Point with a few folks from Deadalus, though team air still was team air. Saturday the formalities and family promises had kicked in joining them to watch Qualifying from the sponsors box near the finish line. With a mostly access pass she had decided to head down and watch from one of the lower emergency access points, the engine noise and wind racing by was exciting. She could see why Joel raced that suicidal fast machine somewhat, it was like.. But not quite flying.
Looking down at the race track below, a truck was clearing it and removing any debris before the main event that was scheduled today, track workers in bright orange gear where walking about with brooms before a story caused her to go lighter headed and dropped her tea with a smash. A news story played out on the TV, Bob. The man who drugged her was captured. She had won...?
"Last night the Suspect, now confirmed as Bob subject of a city wide man hunt was captured by US Marshals in the Sol Ritz. Wanted in connection with a assault and drugging of a woman last week. He is now in custody and awaiting formal changes before a judge in the next few weeks. "
Not expecting to be hit so by the news, Marilania just could not believe the report, crying from shock, relief and fear coming back of the events she just lay down on the sofa, processing the events.
Victoria woke up later and looked right under at her room, clothes scattered about abit and a unpacked suitcase thrown into the corner, her room was not overly personalised and somewhat basicly furnished. Comfortable, pleasant but not hers like home. Smiling pulling over her phone and seeing the pictures from Saturday getting a bunch of comments and good ones. It was silly but it did boost her confidence. After seeing Milo with Paige and some other woman it had taken a knock. Or was almost silly, but that was her, much as she gave a aggressive response to that journalist, the real Victoria was hidden under a few layers of armour long built up over the years.
After she had got back on wednesday, talking, discussing and a bottle of wine or more later that evening she had headed to bed, so many problems and issues had arisen that week, it was silly. She had come to Sol to escape issues and not gather more. Thursday, Friday had been quiet and mostly worked on the website she had to build getting the basics and forum coding in before looking at anything more advanced. You had to start from the ground up. She would net a few thousand dollars from the job, it would not be a easy one but that's why they asked for her help.
Saturday was exciting atleast, up on the stands they saw the cars flash by on the final straight of the course. It was also a great chance to catch up with her family, godfather and others who had arrived for the weekend and checked into one of the larger hotels, the central Sol was pricey and the upper floor suites where quite the bill but it was one weekend that they had decided to enjoy themselves. Getting to know a few people and others at the track she soon realized this was a larger race than expected, the big teams where ploughing real money into the race by the bucket load.
Pulling herself up, thinking on things, the race, Milo, her sister, Mark, the swimming, Paige, so much had gone on that week it was getting crazy. Least the Gala she could let her hair down and just enjoy free booze. Walking slowly across her room leaning against the bed for support in bed shorts and light top, throwing on a light jacket she headed out for bathroom, then living room unsteadily but determined to at least walk on her own power, in her own home. Seeing her sister curled up on the sofa and a broken mug and tea on the floor she rushed over fast as she could and sat next to her.
Marilania... What's up, what wrong?
Concerned and gently placing a ghostly pale hand on her sisters shoulder trying to nudge her abit, in shorts and light top she often looked dangerously thin but many were used to it who knew her. Marilania leaned up and turned over to see her sister, gesturing the repeat news played out listing bobs capture with a few blurry night shots they had gained from a local news site.
They.. Got him... I was fine before, then it all came back.
Damned bastad. He managed to hurt me when from behind a jail cell. Asshole.
I thought cops meant to contact...
Leaning over and thumbing her phone she saw a voicemail that morning from police she had missed.
Miss Marilania, R, Olympus. We are calling to inform you the suspect who attacked you, was captured and charged this morning by US Marshals working on behalf of Sol PD, our victim support line is open 24/7 should you need it, our dedicated officers are trained and experienced in supporting those affected by serious crimes.
We hope this gets to you before the media as a matter of trust.
Sol city PD, serious crimes victims unit....
Listening to the message Victoria looked sympathetic and kept her shoulder, concerned, especially given she was at the original event.
oh, you know the media... Vultures.
Your safe Mali. He in jail, they got him. We will have security, the Gala is our event. He can,t hurt us from a cell.
Let's make some more tea, you can spend some time with family, see if your feel up for party later. Sisters look after each other remember.
Trying to help, Victoria was unsure what to do and the two talked it out, bringing some tea over over cup at a time and sweeping the broken mug into a corner of the window quickly. It was a hour or two before they had to head out and meet the family so Victoria texted ahead and made sure they released the link so Marilania would have abit of support. Marilania eventually feeling more up to leaving after turning the news off to stop reminding her. At least something the race was that would distract her from that bit digging in back of her mind. She always did it, with work, with events or something, though never was the healthiest policy.
Feeling slightly better. The knot in her stomach beginning to untie and headed out to the stands to see the main race today, it had been a few hours greeted by Maria, her mother and almost like a older twin, the big supportive bear of a man Ivan. 6'6 of solid Russian muscle warmly greeting them. Rather protective of them, he had resolved to keep a eye on his goddaughters tonight. Arriving a little late and maybe a little too comfortable with Maria was Vesarian, concerned but not pushing it the family party headed out to the race tracks and strands to watch the race.
The walk through the city was slower, party busy, part Victoria whom Ivan decided to lend a hand nudging a space through the crowds, quite the contrast between them and nearly 2 feet of height and many times her bulk.
Marilania slightly on auto pilot but also distracting herself watching the two parents slightly carefully. Though they split up years ago things seemed to be changing somewhat to say the least. Maybe alcohol might change things later and they had some time alone. Both were not always good at hiding things, well to someone who knew them well.
Back at the race event, the test of family, people linked to the race and many race goers gathered in the stands, viewing areas and big screens set up in the city parks. The mayor breathed a sigh of relief reading the capture of Bob, the whole affairs had been a dangerous one. A known attacker of a woman lose in his city was not the image he wanted with the eyes of the world staring at Sol City.
Though he felt the marshals, ATF and more had invaded his space as such, there intervention was changing Sol for the better and this big capture would put the criminal elament on the run somewhat. The mayor had always been a people's mayor, sometimes a tad soft but always popular. The attack had shocked him, and was more than glad to see the heat was turning up on the troublesome trio.
Back at the city hall where the Olympus Heavy Engineering Gala was to be held several security staff were running though events. All the minor security events. The winter party. The jazz night, had put many events on edge and there was a shortage of security in the city. There crew had flown in them the UK and joined a Russian crew and locals in working at this one. Though a motley crew, the boss had informed them of the local suspects.
Photos printed out from Media of Bob, local gang colours and patches, as well as some images they acquired of the motley trio had been handed round.
The part as whole was ready, drink was piled up in side rooms, assignments handed out and great platters of snacks where in fridges or sat waiting for final assembly. The main Gala would not begin for hours but that did not mean that they would not be working. Olympus had insisted on high standards, and a sizeable bonus was available to everyone if the did it. And they all wanted a nice treat next weekend.
The Romus Olympus party soon had gathered at the main stands, other sponsors arrived and much introductions and hand shaking, it was not just a race, it was a business opportunity, a chance to make contacts and forge the beginnings of many a deal.
Beginning to feel less comfortable Marinalia excused herself, with a knowing nod and her mother covering for her with abit of a distraction pretending to spot a old friend, before a quiet word with Vesarian who passed it onto Maxamillion giving a worried glance but trusting his granddaughter. She needed space after all, and he had a nice Surprise for her later that should help her confidence.
Much as he had been busy, or her away, he was protective of his family. Much cost in extra security was added to Gala, personal security, event security and hiring of city hall. Nothing would be taken to chance even of he had a less friendly bill at the end of all this. Money was not everything.
Marinalia headed down and past the stands, taking a detour and flashing her all areas pass to the guard who waved her past with a smile, she was a more pleasant site than the dozens of busy, grubby and few hour sleep mechanics running around. Passing numerous teams and joking with a few women who seemed to be fawning over one of the rather handsome but obviously full of himself drivers, she meandered down the busy pit lane and cars, hundreds of people in team colours. Her badge ID was coded as part of a sponsors party, that let her past a few mechanics and others with little trouble.
Heading past a few she finally found the teams section of paddock, rigged up TV systems, the RV, and more all set up with the familiar slightly obnoxious but pumped up and energetic music.
Hey Tommy, umm.. Mind if I sit the race up down here. I kinda just... Wanted space... It's too busy up there...
Sighing slightly and explaining the news story, that she was the woman who Bob had attacked, it was not easy but maybe they might at least let her stay if she explained.
il.. Explain.. I was the woman at the Jazz night, ya know that story this morning.. It was me.
I just wanted some space... Too busy.. I won t be a bother..
Giving him a look of someone who could not be lieing, and trying to give a more cheerful and at least not be total downer.
hell. Team air will even wear team grounds colours.. Joel will relise... It seems silly but... Means something...
Accepting a coffee and dumping about 3-4 sugars in it from a passing cart of refreshments.
After this morning. Heck.. Got anything to make it Irish... Russian, whatever... About.
@Pilatus@Mattchstick@RoccanIronclad@aladdin_sane
Marinalia (Romus) Olympus
&
Victoria Darya Romus
Old Harbour . Sunday early Morning, Race main stands, Pit lane, Lunch time.
Marilania yawned awake as the sun shined in her window reflecting off onw of the other buildings, forgetting to close the curtains the night before and rolling over to see phone blinking too early for a Sunday morning. Deciding the world had woken her up and wandering over slowly in a pre caffeinated state to shower and heading out after a few minutes bliss in hot water from the colder Northern weather, the buildings heating was yet to fully kick in, it was too early.
Wandering on out, Victoria was fast asleep and where she wanted to be. Thr apartments tall wooden storage was lit by morning sun and looking out below the race track was laid out, cars could not get out easily but the events had been dramatic and race day meant a good party in the evening. Thinking back on her week and making a tea as the TV ran the normal repeated broadcasts and news stories of the weekend, Sol city football, Deadalus, the Saturday qualifying results and a few other cute cats filling space. Grabbing a cup of tea, and sitting back she thought about her week.
Wednesday was a blur, though slightly annoying Joel did not seem to return the flirt, or much at all, how much more obvious could you be that you wanted to get to know someone. What was up with the guy, maybe find out at party, that or him and Tommy where more than business partners on the quiet.
Friday morning had been fairly nerve racking at first , helping out Marks daughter they had met at the University pool and she had to face her issues, was not her fault, starting slow and doing a few laps to see it might be a session or two but she had potential indeed. Admitting why she had to quit had been the hardest part when asked though felt like a load off her mind abit to face a old fear too. Feeling the better for it, Sarah had been kind and understanding much as she could offering her a chance to back out realising and apologising but if she could not compete, maybe at least she could help someone else to see their dreams.
After the morning in pool, she had the weekend off and headed over to watch to free practice lazily at Centre Point with a few folks from Deadalus, though team air still was team air. Saturday the formalities and family promises had kicked in joining them to watch Qualifying from the sponsors box near the finish line. With a mostly access pass she had decided to head down and watch from one of the lower emergency access points, the engine noise and wind racing by was exciting. She could see why Joel raced that suicidal fast machine somewhat, it was like.. But not quite flying.
Looking down at the race track below, a truck was clearing it and removing any debris before the main event that was scheduled today, track workers in bright orange gear where walking about with brooms before a story caused her to go lighter headed and dropped her tea with a smash. A news story played out on the TV, Bob. The man who drugged her was captured. She had won...?
"Last night the Suspect, now confirmed as Bob subject of a city wide man hunt was captured by US Marshals in the Sol Ritz. Wanted in connection with a assault and drugging of a woman last week. He is now in custody and awaiting formal changes before a judge in the next few weeks. "
Not expecting to be hit so by the news, Marilania just could not believe the report, crying from shock, relief and fear coming back of the events she just lay down on the sofa, processing the events.
Victoria woke up later and looked right under at her room, clothes scattered about abit and a unpacked suitcase thrown into the corner, her room was not overly personalised and somewhat basicly furnished. Comfortable, pleasant but not hers like home. Smiling pulling over her phone and seeing the pictures from Saturday getting a bunch of comments and good ones. It was silly but it did boost her confidence. After seeing Milo with Paige and some other woman it had taken a knock. Or was almost silly, but that was her, much as she gave a aggressive response to that journalist, the real Victoria was hidden under a few layers of armour long built up over the years.
After she had got back on wednesday, talking, discussing and a bottle of wine or more later that evening she had headed to bed, so many problems and issues had arisen that week, it was silly. She had come to Sol to escape issues and not gather more. Thursday, Friday had been quiet and mostly worked on the website she had to build getting the basics and forum coding in before looking at anything more advanced. You had to start from the ground up. She would net a few thousand dollars from the job, it would not be a easy one but that's why they asked for her help.
Saturday was exciting atleast, up on the stands they saw the cars flash by on the final straight of the course. It was also a great chance to catch up with her family, godfather and others who had arrived for the weekend and checked into one of the larger hotels, the central Sol was pricey and the upper floor suites where quite the bill but it was one weekend that they had decided to enjoy themselves. Getting to know a few people and others at the track she soon realized this was a larger race than expected, the big teams where ploughing real money into the race by the bucket load.
Pulling herself up, thinking on things, the race, Milo, her sister, Mark, the swimming, Paige, so much had gone on that week it was getting crazy. Least the Gala she could let her hair down and just enjoy free booze. Walking slowly across her room leaning against the bed for support in bed shorts and light top, throwing on a light jacket she headed out for bathroom, then living room unsteadily but determined to at least walk on her own power, in her own home. Seeing her sister curled up on the sofa and a broken mug and tea on the floor she rushed over fast as she could and sat next to her.
Marilania... What's up, what wrong?
Concerned and gently placing a ghostly pale hand on her sisters shoulder trying to nudge her abit, in shorts and light top she often looked dangerously thin but many were used to it who knew her. Marilania leaned up and turned over to see her sister, gesturing the repeat news played out listing bobs capture with a few blurry night shots they had gained from a local news site.
They.. Got him... I was fine before, then it all came back.
Damned bastad. He managed to hurt me when from behind a jail cell. Asshole.
I thought cops meant to contact...
Leaning over and thumbing her phone she saw a voicemail that morning from police she had missed.
Miss Marilania, R, Olympus. We are calling to inform you the suspect who attacked you, was captured and charged this morning by US Marshals working on behalf of Sol PD, our victim support line is open 24/7 should you need it, our dedicated officers are trained and experienced in supporting those affected by serious crimes.
We hope this gets to you before the media as a matter of trust.
Sol city PD, serious crimes victims unit....
Listening to the message Victoria looked sympathetic and kept her shoulder, concerned, especially given she was at the original event.
oh, you know the media... Vultures.
Your safe Mali. He in jail, they got him. We will have security, the Gala is our event. He can,t hurt us from a cell.
Let's make some more tea, you can spend some time with family, see if your feel up for party later. Sisters look after each other remember.
Trying to help, Victoria was unsure what to do and the two talked it out, bringing some tea over over cup at a time and sweeping the broken mug into a corner of the window quickly. It was a hour or two before they had to head out and meet the family so Victoria texted ahead and made sure they released the link so Marilania would have abit of support. Marilania eventually feeling more up to leaving after turning the news off to stop reminding her. At least something the race was that would distract her from that bit digging in back of her mind. She always did it, with work, with events or something, though never was the healthiest policy.
Feeling slightly better. The knot in her stomach beginning to untie and headed out to the stands to see the main race today, it had been a few hours greeted by Maria, her mother and almost like a older twin, the big supportive bear of a man Ivan. 6'6 of solid Russian muscle warmly greeting them. Rather protective of them, he had resolved to keep a eye on his goddaughters tonight. Arriving a little late and maybe a little too comfortable with Maria was Vesarian, concerned but not pushing it the family party headed out to the race tracks and strands to watch the race.
The walk through the city was slower, party busy, part Victoria whom Ivan decided to lend a hand nudging a space through the crowds, quite the contrast between them and nearly 2 feet of height and many times her bulk.
Marilania slightly on auto pilot but also distracting herself watching the two parents slightly carefully. Though they split up years ago things seemed to be changing somewhat to say the least. Maybe alcohol might change things later and they had some time alone. Both were not always good at hiding things, well to someone who knew them well.
Back at the race event, the test of family, people linked to the race and many race goers gathered in the stands, viewing areas and big screens set up in the city parks. The mayor breathed a sigh of relief reading the capture of Bob, the whole affairs had been a dangerous one. A known attacker of a woman lose in his city was not the image he wanted with the eyes of the world staring at Sol City.
Though he felt the marshals, ATF and more had invaded his space as such, there intervention was changing Sol for the better and this big capture would put the criminal elament on the run somewhat. The mayor had always been a people's mayor, sometimes a tad soft but always popular. The attack had shocked him, and was more than glad to see the heat was turning up on the troublesome trio.
Back at the city hall where the Olympus Heavy Engineering Gala was to be held several security staff were running though events. All the minor security events. The winter party. The jazz night, had put many events on edge and there was a shortage of security in the city. There crew had flown in them the UK and joined a Russian crew and locals in working at this one. Though a motley crew, the boss had informed them of the local suspects.
Photos printed out from Media of Bob, local gang colours and patches, as well as some images they acquired of the motley trio had been handed round.
The part as whole was ready, drink was piled up in side rooms, assignments handed out and great platters of snacks where in fridges or sat waiting for final assembly. The main Gala would not begin for hours but that did not mean that they would not be working. Olympus had insisted on high standards, and a sizeable bonus was available to everyone if the did it. And they all wanted a nice treat next weekend.
The Romus Olympus party soon had gathered at the main stands, other sponsors arrived and much introductions and hand shaking, it was not just a race, it was a business opportunity, a chance to make contacts and forge the beginnings of many a deal.
Beginning to feel less comfortable Marinalia excused herself, with a knowing nod and her mother covering for her with abit of a distraction pretending to spot a old friend, before a quiet word with Vesarian who passed it onto Maxamillion giving a worried glance but trusting his granddaughter. She needed space after all, and he had a nice Surprise for her later that should help her confidence.
Much as he had been busy, or her away, he was protective of his family. Much cost in extra security was added to Gala, personal security, event security and hiring of city hall. Nothing would be taken to chance even of he had a less friendly bill at the end of all this. Money was not everything.
Marinalia headed down and past the stands, taking a detour and flashing her all areas pass to the guard who waved her past with a smile, she was a more pleasant site than the dozens of busy, grubby and few hour sleep mechanics running around. Passing numerous teams and joking with a few women who seemed to be fawning over one of the rather handsome but obviously full of himself drivers, she meandered down the busy pit lane and cars, hundreds of people in team colours. Her badge ID was coded as part of a sponsors party, that let her past a few mechanics and others with little trouble.
Heading past a few she finally found the teams section of paddock, rigged up TV systems, the RV, and more all set up with the familiar slightly obnoxious but pumped up and energetic music.
Hey Tommy, umm.. Mind if I sit the race up down here. I kinda just... Wanted space... It's too busy up there...
Sighing slightly and explaining the news story, that she was the woman who Bob had attacked, it was not easy but maybe they might at least let her stay if she explained.
il.. Explain.. I was the woman at the Jazz night, ya know that story this morning.. It was me.
I just wanted some space... Too busy.. I won t be a bother..
Giving him a look of someone who could not be lieing, and trying to give a more cheerful and at least not be total downer.
hell. Team air will even wear team grounds colours.. Joel will relise... It seems silly but... Means something...
Accepting a coffee and dumping about 3-4 sugars in it from a passing cart of refreshments.
After this morning. Heck.. Got anything to make it Irish... Russian, whatever... About.
@Pilatus@Mattchstick@RoccanIronclad@aladdin_sane
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Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED
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7 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Time skip is active
SOL CITY GRAND PRIX
Warp jump confirmed. Current status.... Sunday,
Race day. Sol City. Jump coordinates confirmed. Sector centre Point / Old Harbour with navigation difficulties. Subject known as Joel ego detected from orbit. Classified as super leviathan class life form.
Giant spoon detected... Scanning...
Wine consumption in Old Harbour up 120%. Woman considered armed and dangerous to BMW. Egg pun levels... Eggavated.
....
All systems report normal
Post deployment systems active
Primary temporal reactor cooling down
Skip complete.
PS no BMW where harmed in the making of this RP.
The same cannot be said for the poor Bush during the Winter time Ball. Treebeard lodged a formal complaint.
Deploying tags (still are here, anyone's welcome to return, join in and take part in our excellent adventure. Just bring ideas and a picnic of you get hungry)
(fee! free to join us for out finale to chapter one or the best Slice of Life city there is!)
Race day. Sol City. Jump coordinates confirmed. Sector centre Point / Old Harbour with navigation difficulties. Subject known as Joel ego detected from orbit. Classified as super leviathan class life form.
Giant spoon detected... Scanning...
Wine consumption in Old Harbour up 120%. Woman considered armed and dangerous to BMW. Egg pun levels... Eggavated.
....
All systems report normal
Post deployment systems active
Primary temporal reactor cooling down
Skip complete.
PS no BMW where harmed in the making of this RP.
The same cannot be said for the poor Bush during the Winter time Ball. Treebeard lodged a formal complaint.
Deploying tags (still are here, anyone's welcome to return, join in and take part in our excellent adventure. Just bring ideas and a picnic of you get hungry)
(fee! free to join us for out finale to chapter one or the best Slice of Life city there is!)
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