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[color=gray][sub]Mention:[/sub][/color] 「@Lord Orgasmo」[/center]
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[color=gray]Beads of water coated the outside of a glass filled halfway with bourbon on the rocks. The sweltering sun beat down on the San Diego Sahara making it none the more pleasing. As the ice melted and clinked against the glass, all that could be seen was the silhouette of a man. A rather large man at that, his hands nowhere near the cup. Instead they were pitched behind his head with a hat tipped down shading his face from the suns harsh rays. Gently rocking in his chair with legs outstretched one couldn’t help but feel the tranquility radiating off him, but who was he? 

The sound of a pigeon’s feathers fluttering in the wind interrupted the silence. Tiny feet planted themselves on his chest disrupting his siesta. His thumb lifted his hat revealing his face from out of the shadows, it was none other than Joseppi Joestar. Around the pigeons ankle was a small tube carrying what seemed to be a note. Unraveling the piece of paper it read, [i]”Now JoJo chances are you already forgot, but make sure you get to that race on time, you want to scope out the scene before anyone else does. Oh and for crying out loud try not to throw your fists around with impunity.”[/i] 

Joseppi couldn’t help but chuckle at the note from his superior. [color=black][i]“Yare Yare Daze”[/i][/color] escaped his lips along with a sigh before he reached for the glass and downed the bourbon in one shot. Ensuring everything he had was all good and accounted for, he set off to the starting line to make sure he was properly checked in. Once there he hitched up radio head giving him a quick brush and an apple before heading in. The spurs on his boots clinked with every step until he made it to the front. [color=black]“I trust my entry fee has been provided by the US Government? The name is Joestar, Joseppi Joestar, but you can call me JoJo for short”[/color] a smile began to creep onto his face. “Ah yes yes welcome Mr. Joestar. Please sign here to acknowledge the rules. I’m sure you know the procedure already so here’s your player identification number and your medal alongside with your badge. Good luck Mr. Joestar” the short officiator said while bowing in respect. 

Joseppi signed his name, grabbed his number, and yielded his hand as he exited the registration office. [color=black]“1890 huh? Guess this is my lucky year. Now where to start? Oh yeah.”[/color] Joseppi retrieved the first of many wanted posters in his satchel. This one read [b]WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE, J ZEPPELI[/b]. Unfortunately for him the reward section had been torn in transit, but regardless of what it was JoJo never did anything for money. Just before setting out, he heard a gunshot echo through the valley in the direction of the saloon farther down the road. Instead of investigating the commotion his attention was lost on the shot when he saw the appearance of a Stand hovering around a strange looking girl. This was the first time Joseppi had seen someone else with a stand and have it out in the open at that. With his attention peaked, he rolled up the bounty and tucked it back in his satchel on Radiohead before heading over to the strange girl.

[color=black][i]“Uhm excuse me miss. Do you believe in gravity?”[/i][/color][/color]
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