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Marco saw more and more people rolling in, taking the cigarette and tossing it on the ground, stamping it out with his boot as he started walking over to the check in. |
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Amelia walked out of the hotel ready for a fun day at the rodeo. At least, she hoped it would be fun and not just a depressing reminder of what could have been. She walked in, avoiding the stage as much as se could. The layout of the rodeo was simple, a sort of 3/4 circle with the rodeo itself in the center and the other quarter for the participants to prepare in. The stage was across from that, with activities and food stalls sprinkled in between. |
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Marco walked in, rope tossed over his shoulder, his spurs clinking with each step, and his hat tipped low. His eyes gleamed with competiveness, eyeing the competition. The man settled himself near a wall before setting his things down, shotgunning a RedBull after stabbing a hole in it with his key, taking his stiff rope and starting to hit it against the wall, hoping to break it in a little, each time it hit the brick a sharp -CRACK- being heard, yet medium level volume. Eventually he made his way up to the chutes, Maneater coming up next and the camera panning over to him, the state champion waving at the camera with a grin. |
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Yeah, I am so sorry. I was away for, like, 5 days, and haven't been able to hop onto HEE. I'm about to be done for the day, but tomorow I will post! Again, I am so sorry! |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
