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Pick a battle eenie meenie miney moe, 

Hey flower you’re the chosen one

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It’s a day for sleep!

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When Gyro Com Home And Make Hte Spagheti

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“I never forget a face… nor do I ever forgive a transgressor.” —imperaptorr

What a shitty predicament Gyro found himself in. He thought being in yet another life threatening situation was a thing of the past - and here he was - standing back to back with Dio, making the hectic situation ten times more problematic then it needed to be. He hoped the blond haired menace was at least a fraction helpful as he was an asshole.

“I’ll deal with the holes, you use your tracking ability to find Johnny! I’ll be right behind you after I deal with this one!”

This stand ability pissed Gyro straight off almost as much as Dio’s personality, but he had to give it credit where credit was due. Silently snatching Johnny from right underneath his guard was no easy task.From what he deduced by throwing a Steel Ball inside, it appears to randomly displace objects or people who fall in, effectively splitting up teams of people.  

“Now!”

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it’s good right?

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quiz; descriptive

REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG, with the information of your muse,  including headcanons,  etc.  if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some others of your own!

   name: Julius Caesar Zeppeli ( kept secret )

   nicknames:  N/A

   alias(es): Gyro Zeppeli ( know by mostly )

   age: 24

   species: Human

   gender: Male

   orientation: Bisexual 

   zodiac: Taurus

   moral alignment: Chaotic Good   “A chaotic good character acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others   expect of him. He makes his own way, but he's kind and benevolent. He believes in goodness   and right but has little use for laws and regulations.”    “He hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. He follows his own   moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society.”   “Chaotic good is the  best alignment you can be because it combines a good heart with a free   spirit. Chaotic good can  be a dangerous alignment when it disrupts the order of society and   punishes those who do well for themselves.”

   abilities/powers: The Spin, Stand user(?)

   interests: Surgery, horse riding, academics

   spoken languages: Italian and English.

   profession: Neapolitan Executioner surgeon

   height: 6′1″

   colors: Green, navy blue, gold

   fruits: peaches, apples

   drinks: water, apple juice

   alcoholic beverages: Anything fruity, rum

   smokes: HE KNOWS BETTER

  drugs: naw

  drivers license: do you need a license to drive a horse?

   ever been arrested: Technically once when he had a once night stand with the chief of police’s daughter when he was 17, the chief got salty and put him in a cell but his dad came to bail him out

   tagged by: @lightningloves thanksss!

   tagging: whomever wants to steal it! i’m bad at tagging people!

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“Now I’ve reached that age, I’ve tried to do all those things the best I can.

No matter how I try, I find my way into the same old jam.”

-1969

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in the desert you can remember your name ‘cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain

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Super spin!

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Johnny: there is only one race. The human race.

Gyro slaps Johnny: what about the Steel Ball Run you idiot?

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~“ It was such a long, roundabout path… ”~

★ ɪɴᴅɪᴇ ★ ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ★ ᴏᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴏᴠᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ★ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ 

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“Stop moving! I’m trying to help!” —metanoeiin

“You’re not ‘helping’!“

Gyro yelled, attempting to shoo Hot Pants away and pick himself up off the dirt road. “All you’re doing is being annoying! It’s a god damn broken leg! Your spray…thingy ability won’t do shit-all!”

The spin master knew even the most diligent jockeys fell of their horses, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing. Why the hell was the nun watching him ride in the first place? To silently mock his riding style? Yeah, that was probably it.

After a few moments of struggling, Gyro sighed, his cheeks beet red,  “….Go get Johnny!”

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“Stay still- you’ll only bleed more.”

“Shit…”

     Self-diagnosis: broken left…whole side of his body, several lacerations and deducing from the memory loss  - a possible major concussion. Wonderful. 

“Kid…” or at least he thought it was a young man by the sound of the drifters voice, everything else about him was a green and red blur, “If I could move at all, you d..damn best know I would already be on my two feet, all right?” the surgeon croaked, a dazed complexion caked over his face. 

“If you want to help…bring me to a near by hospital or something before I pass out again. Now.”