Chapter 1, City of Possibility, enter Shizuka Joestar

New York City, the big apple. Although a fraction of the size of the state, one can't help but get lost in this concrete jungle of possibility. Even with this shining city, our story doesn't start off on a happy note; Joseph Joestar has passed away a week ago in the fall of 2018. The family mourns the loss, and plan on arriving to new york for the service. Some can make it, others can't, but everyone will have their lives shaken up, for better or for worse.

"HEY!"

The loud yell of an angry man woke up a young teenage girl sleeping in a fairly worn sleeping bag in an alley. She wasn't confused though, she stood up, packed her sleeping bag, and awaited for the man to approach her. Once a face was in her field of view, she reconized him as Jarrett Lows, a man who she made a deal to buy her alcohol. Instead of giving him the promised $50 however, she rewareded him with a swift kick to the groin, then darted a random direction with the booze.

"That was a shitty little stunt kid." Jarrett said while pulling out his pocket knife. "LIttle girls like you shouldn't be doing that to a big strong man like me"

"Hey hey, we don't need to get violent. Here, wanna share a drink?" The girl said, pulling out a bottle of beer from the box. Jarrett seemed to lower his guard, as if considering the offer. Before Jarrett got to enjoy a drink though, the girl threw the bottle at his head, leaving a cut. Before the man can come too though, the girl was already darting out of the alley.

"You stupid bitch, I'll kill you."

The childish threat barely phased the young girl, still running as fast as she could. Jarrett was fast behind however, and as he turned the corner, he noticed the young girl, standing with her hands in the air.

"Finally came to your senses, huh? Since you're so cooperative, I'll just leave a few slashes on that pretty face of yours to teach you a lesson."

The girl smiled and put her hands back into her pockets. "Eh, not really, looking at you now, you woudn't even be able to hurt me if you wanted to."

Jarrett smiled and laughed and put his knife into his pocket. "Dumbass, I could take you out with just a punch."

"So do it, stop wasting my time, I have somewhere to be."

Jarrett was happy to fulfil her wish, and threw out a punch, so mighty it could take out a strong healthy man. This wouldn't matter however, as his fist suddenly stopped in mid-air, the sounds of snapping bones and his hand bursting with blood.

Jarrett fell back onto the ground, howling in pain. "What the fuck?" he yelled.

"Um, are you ok?" the girl laughed. "Why would you go and punch a sign like that?"

"What the fuck are you talking about, theres no-" Before Jarrett finished his sentance, he noticed something new, a stop sign with his blood caked along the post of it. Jarrett was sure the sign wasn't there before.

As soon as the man in pain stood back up, the girl threw a punch of her own. Suddenly, a feminine figure appeared behind her, dressed in long furry scarves and warmers, with a clear black mask on a helmet. The Spirits fist quickly flew into Jarretts face, burrying itself deep into his cheek, teeth cracking and flying out of his mouth.

Stand name: Achtung Baby

User: Shizuka Joestar

The man was out cold, and Shizuka shrugged and turned around. She quickly noticed a strange man watching her, probably someone who was freaked out that an adult man flew back in such a matter. However, the more she looked at the odd man, it was clear that he wasn't shocked, but studying her. The man was dressed in a grey tanktop and black jeans. He was fairly tone, but nothing too special from what Shizuka has seen before. His hair was almost shaved at the sides, with hair on the top sleaked back. The man had tattoos on his wrists, one of a dollar sign, and the other of a weird symbol Shizuka didn't reconize. Before she could say anything to the man, the man turned around and yelled to a guy a good 10 feet behind him.

"HEY JOSUKE, I THINK THIS IS HER!"

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