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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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Amelia looked at the map she had grabbed at the entrance, and decided to head over to the rodeo. As she walked over, she passed all the food vendors, smelling all the delicous foods. "Well....It won't hurt to grab a little something to eat real fast!" She walked to the stand next to her, and ordered a funnel cake and Sprite. Then, realizing she would miss the begining of the rodeo, started to jog in order to make it. She was able to grab a spot close to the front, and unwrapped her funnel cake. |
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A few other riders were introduced with Marco, though his name brought the most attention. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the number one bull rider in the state, Marco Romano!" The PA crackled, Marco smirking lightly as he tossed a wave at the camera, a few people chanting his name. |
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Amelia watched with interet and slight confusion. Who was this man that everyone seemed to know? She leaned forward in her seat to try to get a closer look. When a few people began cheering this guys name, she got even more confused. Who is he? Why does evryone know who he is? |
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Marco was up, hopping onto Maneater and wrapping his rope nice and snug. He gave a nod to the man at the gate, sticking his hand in the air as the bull charged out of the chute, immediately tossing bucks and spins, the bucks at least two meters off the ground. The eight second buzzer sounded. He stayed on for ten seconds, landing on his feet as he steadily walked out of the arena, the PA calling his score. "91.3" |
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