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[color=#837E7C]It all felt like a rush. Jules pulled ahead, leaving many others in the dust-- but the finish line was nearly in front of her, and as many, many onlookers cheered from the sidelines, she realized that she would not be able to place first now matter how hard she tried. The blonde woman ground her teeth together as she noticed three others ahead of her, the one closest to her being the man that had her poster. Crap. She would let him place third, if it meant that she could slip away from him easier. A few moments later, and the first bunch had crossed the finish line. 

[b]"THE WINNER OF THE STAGE IS CLEAR! SIMON GARFUNKEL IS IN FIRST!"[/b] shouted the announcer. [b]"IN SECOND COMES ANNIE OHKAE! AND IN THIRD, JOSEPPI JOESTAR!"[/b]

Crap. That meant that she had come in fourth, after all. Jules frowned as she slowed her horse into a slow trot, hearing his breath come out in wild puffs. Everyone was flooding into the little "town", which was more like an outpost than anything. There were some buildings here and there meant for the riders to spend some time there before they headed off for the second stage. A parlor was one of the buildings that were available, and she hoped that she would have enough time to get a quick drink [i]and[/i] clean herself off before she headed for the desert.

[b]"WAIT! WE HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT FROM ONE OF THE JUDGES! THE RACER UNDER THE NAME J. ZEPPOLI HAS INTERFERED WITH ANOTHER CONTESTANT. THUS, SHE WILL BE PENALIZED AND LOWERED 20 PLACES AS A RESULT."[/b]

Oh, so now she wouldn't even get fourth. Jules scowled, leading her horse deeper into the little town in an attempt to get away from everyone that celebrated the first place winner's victory. Twenty-fourth place. It was almost the same as coming last! Why, if she wasn't so exhausted from that spat, she would have walked up to the judges and whoever the hell else was in charge and have given them a piece of her mind. Some of the other racers watched her as she passed by them. Her blood was hot and she was sure that she looked less than happy. If anyone even approached her... especially if it was someone she didn't know, she wouldn't hold back from being nasty. Mumbling curses under her breath, she guided Greasy Sand to a small post and tied him up. 

Jules had four goals. Fill up her water-skin, get the shit off of her, catch a breather, and get the hell out of there before she lost her temper.  [/color]