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[color=gray]All in all, this Annie person didn’t seem to impress with whatever Joseppi was trying to sell her, but he was a firm believer in when life gives you lemonade you make lemons. He started to rely on the fact that she wasn’t a threat and just someone in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whether or not he would protect her from the rest of the stand users here had yet been decided. After all, Neon Knight looked astute and capable enough to defend his blissfully ignorant user. Yet despite all that, Joseppi was interested in the side of her that was making her way back to New York, both of their homes. Accepting her invitation he made his way over to Radio Head, unhitched his reigns, and made his way to the beach behind Annie. Whatever happened at the beach would hopefully paint a clearer picture of their fates intertwined. 

Time carried on like marching soldiers until the race called for its competitors to arrive to their marks in preparation of the final countdown. After having taken some time for himself with Annie, the lone ranger made his way back to the starting line almost gallivanting to his spot without a semblance of worry. 1890 was his spot perhaps even the luckiest of the entire race save for 0777. Passing racer after race he made his way cozily into his spot before surveying the rest of his competition. There was almost anyone you could think of there, from men to women to every race under the San Diego sun, it was quite the spectacle. His eyes sweeping up and down stopped and made a double take when he saw one girl in particular or rather an amazon. She was taller than any of the other females that had failed to catch his attention at the race, not only was it her height that drew him in but the familiar look in her eyes as if he had seen her face somewhere before. 

Contemplating on where he had seen the half Amazonian half Musketeer, his knapsack on the side of Radiohead flew open expelling all of his papers and scattering them about. One paper flew up and blew back into Joseppi’s face obscuring his view. Unbeknownst to him it was none other than the wanted poster of the exact girl in front of him. Annoyed at the paper suctioned to his face he ripped it off without so much as giving it a glance. It seemed fate was trying to pull him closer to her, but in his obsession, he ignored it, rolling up the paper and tucking it back in his bag. A cacophony of sounds erupted from the myriad of fireworks that lit the sky. His eyes snapped up looking for the girl who was no longer there across from him. She had been lost in the start and chaos of the race. 

Luckily for Joseppi he didn’t care much about coming in first nor winning the race despite it being enough for him to retire on. Instead he was simply okay with waiting in the bulk of the group securing bounty identities in order to capture them in the points between stretches of race. Except, he once again saw the girl with the feather plumes out front, instantly igniting his curiosity. And so, JoJo kicked at the sides of Radio Head sending the monstrous horse into a rage. Streams of hot air escaped his nose helping him build up speed almost instantly. Passing the other racers, a smile crossed his cheeks, he was gaining on the heels of the mysterious blonde. 
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