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[color=#837E7C]The last of her laughs had finally bubbled from her lips, along with the annoyance that seethed through her blood. Jules knew that she could get a little hot-headed and immature at times, though that boy was just [i]too[/i] amusing to her. Was he even old enough to be attending the race? He did know that people could die, right? That, and while the law protected the racers, there were bound to be some... [i]accidents.[/i] All of them wouldn't cross the finish line. Some might get hurt-- crippled, even. Others might die due to the weather or wildlife. And then there were the more devious accidents, where man turned against man and cut each other down when no one was looking. 

Jules sighed, riding at a more relaxed pace. It was a good day-- the wind blew, the sun shined, the sky was a deep azure. Today was the day she would take her first strides towards winning the race. She was sure that luck was on her si--

Something collided with her left side. At first, she thought she had been splashed with water, but what deterred her from that thought was that whatever hit her was [i]hot.[/i] Not a burning hot, though; it was more lukewarm than anything. Jules glanced down at her arm in surprise as Donny called out to her as he trotted past. 

[i][b]"Now you have a reason to talk shit!" [/b][/i]

She suddenly didn't like the brown color that covered half of her body. 

This kid... had thrown horse shit at her? Her confidence ran cold. The smell of the horse shit was repugnant. A trembling hand came up to her face and hat. The crap had gotten practically [i]everywhere.[/i] Some people snickered at her as she rode by, only adding to the chill that had encompassed her. In a panic, she tried to brush it off as much as she could, tried to at least look [i]somewhat decent.[/i] But as her hand rushed to try to clean herself off, the shit only embedded itself deeper into her clothing and smeared across her skin. The chill became warmer and warmer until she was burning hot with anger. Her hand curled into a fist as Jules shuddered with rage. 

[i][color=41A317][b]"I'll kill you!"[/b][/color][/i] Her voice was shrill as she kicked her heels into Greasy Sand's sides and went after him. [i][color=41A317][b]"You're dead, kid!"[/b][/color][/i][/color]