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omg wait i actually love that lol imagine he gets dumped into the crowd and like the big idiot he is, asks for some girls number then heads to the concert lol--i'll post first! |
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K! I have to go study, so I won't be able to respond till tomorrow, but I'll RP then. Night! |
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Marco Romano woke to another brilliantly blue morning, the birds chirping unreasonably loud for six AM in the morning. He groaned, running a hand down his face as he got up and went to go change. He pulled on a pair of jeans, slipping on his belt, and tugged on some boots before heading outside. Being in Oklahoma in the summertime, the heat never let off in the summer, the man already sweating once he stepped out onto the porch of A-Bar Ranch. Marco went and filled his feed truck, hopping in the old beaten up diesel before feeding the cattle and driving it back to the garage. He then went and fed the horses, some getting hay, others getting alfalfa, before finally heading to muck out. It defanitely was the worst part of living on a ranch, the chores, but hey, it gave you something to do. Besides, you got loads of good oppotunities. Rodeos, bull riding, getting money from selling cattle, stock showing, all sorts of good things. He walked inside to his step-dad up and around, about to leave for work at the stockyards, selling cattle and such. |
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(Sorry, just double checking, this before they arrived at the rodeo?) |
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SillyBilly Farm said:
(Sorry, just double checking, this before they arrived at the rodeo?)
yep |
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K! ----------------------- About an hour away, Amelia Cyan woke up to the chaotic noises of the city.
The honking of horns, the yelling of people, the wailing of sirens, and
yet she was happy. Amelia loved the city. She loved every part of it!
Hey! Get off of my lawn!!!! Well, almost all of it. Slowly she climbed
out of bed and shuffled over to her dresser. She put on a cute black-and-
white stripped cropped shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She walkked to the
kitchen, snagged her cross-body bag off the oak table with purple tablecloth,
grabbed a protien drink and shoved it in her bag as she wrestled her
shoes on, and grabbed her sunglasses before heading out for the day.
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Marco eventually got done eating breakfast, cleaning his mess up as he grabbed a white Monster out of the fridge. He cracked it open, taking a sip before heading to his ruby red Ram 1500 dulley and hopping in. The man drove on to town, meeting at the rodeo grounds for a quick practice with his friends. |
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As Lia stepped into her car, she remembered she forgot to check the
mail. Well, I can just check the mail later. She though. It's not like
it's the end of the world. She closed the door and started the engine.
As she pulled out of the driveway, the mail carrier truck pulled up
right behind her. If only Amelia had waited 5 minutes, she would have
seen what was dropped off... |
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"Hey, toss me my vest?" He asked to his friend, Donnie, from the back of a bull name 'Maneater'. Donnie did so, Marco pulling it on quickly before readjusting, giving the nod, and riding every buck and spin the bull tossed at him. He landed with a dull -THUD-, standing and ducking back towards the arena wall to avoid the animal. He pulled his scratched up black helmet off, dangling it in his hand as the sun caught his face. Anybody would no who he was just based off his face, he was Marco Romano, the best bull rider in Oklahoma, who in the state wouldn't know him? |
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Amelia walked into the studio with all the confidence
in the world.
"Hey, Lia!" her best friend, Emily, called to her from behind
the desk. "How are you?"
"I'm good! Ready for another day practice!" Amelia loved singing.
She was good at it, too. Everyone within a 60-mile radius had
heard at least one song of hers. Lia was popular, but still hadn't
been invited to sing live in concert. I thought I did well in the
audition, but I guess not. It's been a month! I would have
heard from the judges by know... |
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