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"It would be one thousand and two hundred."
I took a light brown coin bag that contained a few coins and placed it on the counter that the man was standing behind on. A sweat rolled down his temple as he took the coins, counting them till he got the amount of coins needed.
He cleared his throat, making me look up to him, "Once the entree fee is paid, there will be no refunds due to personal reasons. The start of the race in two days will be held, rain or shine, or regardless of any kind of accident," he handed me paperwork to sign, "please sign here to show that you acknowledge the rules."
I took a quick scan through the paper, signing it as I was done reading it and handing it back to the short male.
"We'll record the rider's fingerprints and horse's noseprint on the starting day. Once recorded, exchanges of riders or horses are extremely prohibited."
He slid a green paper with some number and a badge over to me from under his 'window,' "This is your player identification card, number B-628, also included is the commemoration badge."
I bid my goodbyes to him as I walked away with the purebred Friesian horse, Thunder Realm.
"Hey, who's she?" "A chick?" "No way."
And that, my friends, is the magic of being a female. I heard whispers all around me as I walked next to my horse with my head down, my face being covered by my brown hat that matched with my jacket perfectly. My hair was down, so the wind blew it for each step I took. I went ahead and placed Thunder Realm on a feeder, making my way to set up my own camp.
"What the hell?! I was just making a small talk. Why do you have these round things in your gun belt?!"
This caught the peak of my attention, stopping me as I was about to go inside my camp and turning me around to face two males having a fight.
One of them was way shorter than the other one, wearing clothes that looked like they were just thrown on without a care in the world.
The other guy, on the other hand, looked like he was about to go on a fashion competition. He wore light brown pants that matched what looked like to be a cape. His purple shirt held a few little details like the green balls that were probably added on and the lines that connected them, yet it went along with his gloved and belt that had two hands pointing downwards.
He wore a hat and glasses that were on top of the hat, complimenting his golden hair locks, light skin and the small details that he created on himself like the green lipstick.
'Mh, a fight? Already?' I thought as I got closer to the scene that was now playing in front of me.
"Is that so? If there's nothing wrong with the participation fee on the counter, I'll believe you," He looked towards the man behind the counter, "count it up, clerk."
