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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 23, 2007 0:31:25 GMT -5
[All are welcome]
It finally was here, the regional rodeo championships. It would consist of junior rodeo, and bullriding. Jackson, of course, would have taken part in Team roping, as well as his trademark, bull riding, but team roping wasnt available until the next weekend for regionals. The favorite rider of the night was Jackson.. and Jackson did not plan to upset the fans.. He had arrived kind of early to go back in the stalls and help out with things. He stood back in the back where all of the cowboys hung out as the people started to file in for the beginning of the event.. There would be a few rounds tonight, so Jack would get to ride more than once.
Jack wore his blue and white flannel shirt which had pearl buttons and was long sleeved.. It was tucked into his bluejeans, which were tight nuthugger jeans.. His dipcan was visible in his back pocket, and his wallet was in the other.. He had the number 11 on him, on a piece of plastic.. which told the crowd his number..
There was a spot near the stalls where family members and loved ones could sit.. So he waited on people to arrive.. but he continued to help in the stalls. He had a hell of a night the night before, he had reunited with a close friend, and partied hard.. He couldnt ask for anything more.. Tonight, however, if he won regionals, it would top his night off.. He watched as the floor in the indoor arena was set up for junior rodeo, which consisted of many events.. He felt like the world's eyes were upon him, only they werent. The capacity of the Ag Center was at its over maximum at an astounding 11,000.
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Dec 23, 2007 0:47:38 GMT -5
Marinna walked into the doors of the arena, wearing a short jean skirt and a light pink button-down shirt. Jackson's rodeo championship was tonight and she wouldn't miss it for the world. She was a little concerned, due to how messed up he had gotten the night before. Her eyes moved quickly as she searched for Jackson. "I wonder what number he is," she thought aloud.
Spotting the section specified for family and special friends, Marinna headed in that direction. Still, she couldn't find Jackson anywhere. "Now, where the hell is he? I'm here at this for him," she said as she brushed her hair off her left shoulder. It didn't occur to her that he may not be able to talk to people, but it would still be nice to spot him, at the least.
Rodeos weren't exactly her thing, she'd rather be off flirting with some guy as opposed to sitting in the stands watching cowboys ride animals. But, Jackson was a good friend and she was going to be there for his support. Despite how much she despised being there. Taking a seat, she pulled out her phone. "Still have a bit before it starts," she said, "Am I Jackson's only friend or something?" The section was completely empty.
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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 23, 2007 0:53:59 GMT -5
Jackson walked around the floor of the arena, which was mainly dirt.. His white cowboy hat was on his head, and his black cowboy boots hit the damp dirt on the floor.. He looked around at the hogs that they had for hogtieing.. He ran his hand over the back of one of them.. smiling a little bit as he then made his way to the gates, making sure they were secure.. The event was really starting to take shape, and alot of seats were full.. It wasnt large like PBR by ANY means, but it was large for the local section, cause people from all around the region came.. Jackson turned his head and walked past a gate, reaching up, and shaking a fans hand.. He smiled as he walked away, adjusting his rather large, shiny beltbuckle.. He then walked back to the area in which the bulls and horses were, and the other cowboys.. He turned, seeing Marinna, he waved and smiled.. blowing her a friendly kiss..
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Dec 23, 2007 0:59:29 GMT -5
Marinna looked around, people were beginning to flow in through the gates and it became increasingly loud. Finally, she spotted Jackson on the arena floor. As he blew her a kiss, she acted like she caught it. Then, she returned the favor. To be honest, she was ready for this to be over so she could go get trashed with him. It sounded like a good plan to her and he'd probably like it too.
If he won tonight, which he most likely would, that would be the perfect cause for celebration. Just him, her and a bottle of the strongest alcohol they could find. Well, unless someone else decided to join. She didn't mind others being around. After all, they'd only be drinking and raising hell. Jackson looked kinda cute all dressed up in his "cowboy" attire.
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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 23, 2007 1:15:26 GMT -5
Jackson smiled at her as he walked around and went to the seating area.. He took a seat beside her.. smiling at her as they waited for the event to get started.. He smiled as he said.. "Hey there, hun.. You're gorgeous looking tonight.." He smiled at her.. as he put an arm around her, watching them refinish the field.. He yawned a bit.. he just had a feeling that somthing bad would happen to him tonight, but he didnt let it show, nope, not one bit.. He wasnt a coward, and he sure didnt want Marinna to think he was one.. He smiled at her, leaning over to give her a quick peck on the lips.. "You gonna wait for me when this is over, right? We gonna go get trashed together?" He asked.. He knew she would, but he just asked for that reassurance.. He then turned as his parents and his brother walked in.. They took a seat near Marinna..and his mother then began to make a conversation with her.. All Jack did was smile.. and wait.. He was being extra flirty tonight, maybe he had somthing to drink before the event that he shouldnt have, maybe that was what gave him his touch.. Who knew?
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Dec 23, 2007 1:28:03 GMT -5
"Hey Jacky Poo," Marinna said softly, "Are you ready for the big event?" When he put his arm around her, she felt comfortable it wasn't like it was an odd thing. I mean, they'd cuddled in the cold a few times when they were out drinking and didn't want to stop.
"Well, I guess it would all depend on if I had a good enough reason to get trashed," she said facing him and smiling, "I mean, if you win tonight. Wouldn't that be a good reason for a celebration?" Marinna was in the mood for a good drinking. Last night, she didn't have too much. Tonight would be different.
His kiss was a sweet surprise, it wasn't too often she got something like that. Maybe once in a while when Jackson really wanted something from her, but he wouldn't do that right here in front of his family. "I'll be waiting when you get out. Then, we can head over to your farm or something and well.. whatever goes on from there," she said with a smile before his parents walked in. Mrs. Frost began to talk to her about how she was terrified of Jackson getting hurt, Marinna was reassuring her that he'd be fine.
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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 23, 2007 1:39:26 GMT -5
Jackson smirked at her as she reassured him with her words of wisdom for after the event. He was looking foward to getting trashed, hell, before he had came to the rodeo he had like 3 shots of Wild Turkey.. He was an alcoholic, it was definently safe to say.. The smell of alcohol came clear across his breath hitting Marinna in the nose.. He knew she smelt it.. But he tried to pretend like he was completely sober..
Jackson smiled at her.. His hand moved to stroke his goatee as the junior rodeo began with team roping, little guys about 12 and 13 rode out on horses chasing after baby calves and piglets.. A few teams did good, the others didnt even remotely do good.. He stood up after a rodeoer gave his que.. The clowns ran out and began doing their acts..
He smiled, feeling satisfied as he walked down the bleachers and into the rodeo area which was like the pit area.. He put on his chaps which had strands hanging off of them, and were brown leatherish.. He then looked around.. Smiling as he was cheered.. He climbed aboard a bull inside of the stall, named Whoopsie Daisy.. A tough bull, contrary to its name.. His heart raced as he prepared for the gate to open, and the bull to run wild... He glanced up at Marinna and his family, and then held on tight, completely focusing on his work..
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Dec 23, 2007 1:45:50 GMT -5
Marinna could smell the alcohol on his breath. "There you go, Ree. That's the reason why he's acting funny," she thought to herself. What an idiot.. That was really stupid for him to do before he got onto a bull.
Marinna covered her eyes, she didn't want to watch him get thrown down. "Marinna, sweetpea, You're the one who was re-assuring me he'd be fine," Jackson's mother said rubbing Marinna's arm. Idiot! Idiot! That was the only word that ran through her mind.
It would be something to celebrate if he didn't get injured tonight. Forget about him winning. She watched intently to make sure her friend was alright. Going to the hospital tonight wasn't her idea of partying. Not in the least bit.
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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 23, 2007 1:50:26 GMT -5
As soon as Ree's glaze looked over to the pit area, the gate flung open.. Jackson held on with one hand as the bull took him on one hell of a ride.. He raised one hand in the air as the clock ticked past the first few seconds.. He had to be on there for 8 or more seconds to advance to the next round.. and he had to be graded by the judges also.. The crowd cheered him on.. A look on his face was one of determination.. He looked down at the floor as mud slung from the bull's feet.. The bull then raised its head and bucked Jackson off at 7.5... The bull then took off with Jackson's leg hung in the stirrup... Jackson sure as hell was in for a hell of a ride now.. His life was in the hands of a mere bull.. Some in the crowd laughed, but others realized the severity of the issue.. and they began to pout and gasp..
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Dec 23, 2007 1:55:55 GMT -5
"Damn it, damn it, damn it all to hell," Marinna exclaimed as she saw the bull take off with Jackson. His mother, was near tears in worry over her son. Marinna put an arm around her, "He'll be fine, Mrs. Frost." How could she say that? The woman's son was being drug around like a sack of potatoes.
As if that wasn't the dumbest thing she could have said, she opened her mouth again, "He'll only come out with scratches and bruises, i'm sure." Wow, she should learn to think before she speaks. His mother now had tears flowing from her eyes like waterfalls. "My poor, baby!"
Marinna watched as they tried to catch the bull and get Jackson off. It was as if the crowd just noticed he could be in great danger. Marinna rolled her eyes at their gasps. He'd been in trouble since he got on that bull. The bad thing is, she's the only one who knew and could've prevented it.
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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 23, 2007 1:58:38 GMT -5
The bull thrashed his body too and fro, and then, his leg finally fell out of the stirrup.. Shook up, but not badly injured, Jackson stood up and ran towards the gate limping a bit as the clowns tried to put the bull back into another gate.. Jackson was helped up over the gate.. and he stood there, holdiing his knee as trainers rushed over and had him sit down.. The trainers began to examine his leg and knee as he laid back, his face was in pain.. but he said.. "I'm gonna keep doin this event!" He groaned as the poked at his leg.. "Dont poke and prod at my leg.. it'll just make it worse.." He groaned as he looked around... Biting his lip...
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Dec 23, 2007 2:05:51 GMT -5
Marinna saw them finally get Jackson over there. "Thank God," she said out loud with a sigh. She could feel a lot lift off. The energy from the crowd and his mom had disappeared as everyone clapped for him getting up and in the gate.
But, if Marinna knew Jackson, he wouldn't want to give up. "They're going to have a hell of a time with him now," his father said in a grunty voice. Marinna shook her head, dumb mistake number three would be for him to try AGAIN. Hopefully, he wouldn't try to.
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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 23, 2007 2:08:50 GMT -5
Jackson groaned a bit as they continued to poke and prod around at his injured leg.. He really didnt like dealing with trainers or doctors, but it was apart of rodeo.. You had to do it.. He arched his back, in pain as they hit one spot in particular.."Shit fire.. Just let it heal itself.." He said as he tilted his head back.. He took his cowboy hat off revealing his sweaty head and hair.. He looked over at his family and Ree and raised his hand to her, giving her a thumbs up as he signaled for her to come over.. He then attempted to stand up on his leg.. Despite the trainers telling him not to.. as he limped towards Ree..
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Dec 23, 2007 2:15:12 GMT -5
Marinna saw Jackson signal for her to come over. "Excuse me," she said as she left his family. She hurried over and when she got there she hit him in the arm. "That was stupid, Jackson Frost," she screamed, "You could've been killed. What were you thinking? Drinking and Bulls don't mix." She stood there with crossed arms tapping her foot.
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Post by Jackson Frost on Dec 23, 2007 2:21:49 GMT -5
Jackson knew that the moment he went over to Ree and his family that he was in for a bitching, and they didnt let him down. He limped in pain over to them and was instantly ingulfed with their pissy-ness.. He figured sure that they would be sorrowful for him, but heck no.. But maybe this was good for him, who knew.. He looked at her.. gasping.. He approached her, and put a hand on her shoulder and in a quiet manner he said to her.. "Shhhh... If they find out I've been drankin i'll get disqualified.."
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