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[color=gray]It appeared as though lady luck had other ideas for Joseppi, his patented technique for flirting backfired on him. His undefeated win streak was crushed or in this case smacked into the face of the one he tried to seduce. Knowing not was on the paper, Jules look was all too telling to not notice that whatever was on the paper was bad news. Joseppi in his newfound confusion had his mouth agape in a frown racking his brain wondering what could be on the paper. The only thing that could come to his mind was the bundle of wanted posters nestled in his knapsack. Could it be she was a wanted criminal or was she just not that into men in uniform. The thought weighed heavy on him while trying to decide which one it was. Speechless for once in his life, heat pressed at the top of his skin all over his body making him hot, causing sweat to accumulate on his back and on his forehead. [color=black]“Wa..wai..Now miss this is surely a misunderstanding come back!”[/color] Joseppi pleaded, but his efforts were in vain. Jules had already galloped well past him leaving him to bite the dust. 

The vicious bite of anger and fear from Jules punctured deep inside causing the 190cm giant to become quite rabid. The anger however fueled his mind allowing him to think semi clearly once more. Sighing in defeat he knew he had to reclaim the parchment to figure out what caused such a violent reaction. In an almost animal like instinct, a gust of wind unbuttoned the strap on his waist keeping his lasso tucked and brought it into his open palm. To anyone without the ability to see a stand it would have looked like a ghost had guided the rope into his hand or Joseppi was just a master at sleight of hand. With a simple flick and snap of his wrist he built enough momentum overheard to toss his lasso out to catch the paper before anyone else could retrieve it. Unfortunately for Joseppi his run of bad luck only seemed to be getting worse. Instead of slicing through the air to the piece of paper the rope fell short, too short actually, only inches away from where the backside of Radio Head was. 

Joseppi turned to look at the hindrance to his mission with utter disdain and annoyance. Instead of meeting a rock he met something similar, a man almost the same height of Joseppi but carrying around more weight or fat in this case. His rope had managed to entangle itself with the rider behind him, was he another stand user? How did he manage to get behind him without noticing sooner? Whatever it was, his attention quickly diverted off to the side of this burly rider to a much younger shorter dwarf like rider eclipsed in blonde hair. Whoever that was had managed to catch the paper, Joseppi was just fast enough to witness the rider tucking a small slip of paper in his bandana. [color=black][i]” You’re dead” [/i][/color] he said forgetting that the other rider adjacent to him could most likely hear him. Joseppi took the flower and tucked it behind his ear and through his hair for safe keeping. It did wonders for his flamboyant nature, hopefully making himself appear more welcoming. 

Simon’s words and accent were grating on his ears. Despite having served as a marshal for years, the sound of southern and western accents still aggravated his ears. If one thing was true about New Yorkers it was their snobbish pride when compared to others. Once he finished Joseppi couldn’t help but erupt in laughter. He clutched his face rocking his head back trying to compose himself as to not alarm Simon. Who was this guy? Who would go out of their way to ensure the safety and security of a stranger let alone a competitor? [color=black]“What’s your name fella? You keep this up and I might have to make you my deputy"[/color] Joseppi asked letting the last of his chuckles out. 
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