She was specifically told not to touch the statue by Doctor Schon. The problem with the eighteen year old blonde, however, was that she had never been one to completely listen to anything her archaeology professor had to say, whether he was her boss or not. The young female had been working as an intern for the better part of her summer. Hoping to gain more experience in her chosen career field, that topic being historical uses of hamon, she had traveled down to South American to search for various relics tied to the subject. Of course legally she couldn't just go there on her own and steal what she pleased, instead she had to go through a rigorous application process to get Doctor Schon to take her on as a pupil. The statue she was currently watching over while her retainer went to find strong coffee for their most likely all-nighter of mapping out and cleaning the bloody thing. The pillarous stone man was hopefully going to give a tad of insight into why hamon had been developed in the first place and why its originally users went extinct in less than a hundred years, the true reasoning having been lost with the ages. The statue itself was nothing spectacular, and certainly not the first of its kind. Another archaeologist and his team had found one in Japan and a Russian man and his son had accidentally uncovered two that were attached to each other in Siberia. This one had been tested and been found to be made of the same stone used in the other statues she discovered, however they could not view the others, because they were under tight lock and key within their respective countries. The only thing special about the hilariously muscular pillar man in the room with her was the blue and gold scarab ring on the statue's left pinky finger. The ring seemed so out of place, it was nearly perfect, not having aged a bit and seemed to have almost an eerie hum to it. Plus from a geological stand point it depicted an Egyptian winged scarab, a common Middle Eastern and African design, but definitely not in the Americas.
As the female archaeologist observed it closer and closer she seemed to almost become hypnotized by the deep sapphire color to the extent that she got up from her seat in the corner of the room to get closer. Remaining in place for a moment, content with just observing it, the sudden urge to touch it, to feel its unique patters on her fingers. The girl began to move again, each step she took towards it making her boss's words become quieter in her head. Mindlessly she outstretched her hand to caress the golden piece, her pale fingers caressing the air around it. Just as the intern attempted to close the distance between her phalanges and the priceless artifact, she felt a slight shock go through her appendage. A crack began to form right where she was about to touch, webbing out until the entire hand of the statue was covered in cracks, and just like that, starting at the edge of the pinky where the ring rested, the statue began to crumble, the cracks consuming the entire statue as it began to crumble as well.
Coming to her senses she leapt back slightly as the world seemed to move in slow motion, the statue she and her mentor had spent so long digging up, and she had spent even longer making deals with the Peruvian government to have shipped to New York City to be studied. Her aquamarine eyes landed on the golden ring falling along with the rubble, she needed to at least save that little bit of it the statue, it could be the key to continuing their research! Reaching forward to grab it her calculations of how fast it was falling and the distance were inaccurate. Rather than catching the jewelry before it fell to the floor and possibly shattered, the circle of gold slipped onto her left ring finger. Just as it made its new home on her pale digit, the sapphire scarab loop seemed to form to her finger, though it seemed much too big to fit where it had. She stared down at the ring for a moment, the gems and gold glinting in the faux sunlight of the lamp above her.
For a moment the girl did nothing but gape at the ring and then back at the shattered statue, the remains of which had mixed with a crimson dust on the cement floor. She was completely awestruck at what had happened, and unsure as to what she could do to relinquish the situation. However, before she could register a single other thought, a crushing pain hit her chest, her ability to breathe becoming incredibly difficult. Clutching her sides and gasping for air, another shock of pain went through her nervous system draining every bit of energy she seemed to have as she collapsed to the floor. The blonde clenched her teeth in agony while her eyes clamped tightly shut. Her head began to spin as her body began to feel stretched and morphed. But the only thing she could process was the throbbing of every one of her major arteries and organs.
Then, as suddenly as it had come, the pain and odd sensations all disappeared. The random change was so surprising to her that the young woman almost thought she had imagined the whole thing. Immediately her eyes fluttered open and she was met with an unexpected brightness, and despite her blurred vision eliminating most of its effects, her teal eyes shut on reflex. A slight ringing in her ears she had not noticed before that moment, began to fade and it was replace with what sounded like old-fashioned boat horns and sloshing waves, both of which were impossible considering her previous position within her university's historical research hall. She wondered if while inebriated by the pain she had received a concussion of some sort to cause her ear drums to process such an out of place sound, there was no way she was anywhere, but where she had been, right? Slowly moving to an upright sitting position, her eyes flickered open once more only to be bombarded by the bright light once again. As her eyes adjusted she could see a bright blue sky with very few clouds, sitting below it lay the skyline of a city, vaguely resembling New York if it was half as tall, and smoke was being pumped into the atmosphere from a cluster of factories in the distance.
Using the bit of energy she had after her bizarre bodily experience, she got up onto her feet, dusting herself off, despite the lack of dirt on her clothing. Moving her head around to observe where she was the archaeologist was met with large tankers and passenger boats tying in at various large, wooden docks in front of her, but they seemed rather old-timey compared to what she had seen before. Unknowingly she used her right hand to rub the ring still placed on her other hand in an almost comforting manner. The blonde's eyes shifted back and forth, trying to determine where she was based on her new surroundings.
Her observations were interrupted by a deep: "excuse me, Miss," that was grunted out with a thick Brooklyn accent from behind her. She turned around to meet the gazes of two bearded men wearing thirties era patched clothing. They were jointly carrying a large wooden crate along the dock, sweat dripping from their brows. Quickly, realizing she was in their way, the girl jolted out of their path while grumbling out a quick apology. With a shameful blush, she decided it was best to walk around as to not become a road block to those working. With her champagne colored hair rustling in the wind and a slight sashay to her hips, the female began an attempt to explore the docks, weaving in and out of the way of various workers and attracting rather peculiar looks from those who paid her even the slightest attention as they crossed paths. It perturbed her the way they seemed almost offended by her general being, was it her way of dressing or her short hair that made them stare? Either way, she prayed they'd quit doing so soon, their judging eyes were getting on her nerves as what seemed like hours passed. Then, unexpectedly, her scouring eyes fell upon something, or rather someone who dazzled her. Deep green eyes met hers and she could not help that she was, for a moment, stopped in her tracks. She was absolutely taken by the color, it was almost as hypnotizing as the stone on the ring she now wore. The male whom the lovely emerald irises belonged to, noticed her staring and he too became still from his place at the pier. He was beside an older, but finely dressed woman, and they seemed to be traveling together as they had shared luggage. Their scrutiny of each other was interrupted when the older women elbowed the male's side roughly and scolded him for something. Feeling frazzled at getting the young man in trouble she ducked into a passing crowd of people exiting a passenger ship. As the crowd swept her away she continued to wonder how she had gotten to this place and why everyone dressed like they were from World War II. Her hunch at the possibility of it all being a dream rapidly increasing as time went on and her surroundings became even stranger.
When she finally escaped the swarm of warm bodies, the blonde realized she was no longer on the docks, but in a bustling town square. She felt like she was in a second-world country with how the architecture was designed and with all the cart peddlers shouting what they were selling hoping to attract customers. Another thing she really began to notice was all the women in longer dresses and the dozen or so, old fashioned Ford cars that released thick black exhaust from the back as they moved down a small street nearby. From her right she could have sworn she'd heard someone yell something about Franklin D. Roosevelt and Adolf Hitler's Germany. Her brain deeming it a weird and dated combination for headline news. Her eyes widened slightly as her majoring-in-history-mind churned, slowly putting each puzzle piece together. Her newly developed theory was immediately backed up by a piece of newsprint being shoved in her face while someone yelled various headlines at her. The female's eyes widened at the date on the newspaper and location, she now knew that not only was she in the year 1938, but she was still in New York. She stumbled back and gripped the sides of her head, attempting not to screech in panic. Her head began to spin, and strangers once again looked at her oddly. The peddler with the newspaper approached her, still adamant on selling her the paper. She shook her head back and forth and took a few more steps back before turning around and bolting. Fleeing from her problems was all she could ever do and had ever done. Her eyes were watery and her vision blurred as she sprinted until her lungs burned, only to keep going.
Only when she ran into what felt like, and was about as tall as, a brick wall and fell on her buttocks did she both cease her childish behavior, but also had her tear ducts run jerk backwards from the impact was so fast the blonde barely had any time to process what had happened until a thick British accent pulled her out of her emotional slump.
"Watch where you are going!" the barrier spat. She blinked for a moment before rubbing her head. She ungracefully stumbled to her feet before dusting herself off, despite the lack of dirt on her vest.
"I'm really sorry about that, sir, I seem to be rather out of sorts today…" she muttered remorsefully before looking up to meet the same deep emerald eyes she had seen on the pier. The man blinked for a moment while the young woman's greenish blue eyes widened in recognition, as they both stood there and gawked. "Did I see you on the pier? If that was you I am sorry for getting you in trouble with your grandmother or whatever, I did not mean to stare." The girl was the first to look away, pink spreading on her cheeks in awkwardness, she rarely spoke to such handsome men, especially after both being caught staring at them and then running in to them.
"I didn't mean to yell at you, at first I didn't realize that you were a- well a girl." His speech faltered for a moment, unsure as to what to say or do next, the female before him looked so different compared to what he normally saw, despite his various travels with Mister Speedwagon throughout the known world. She had big Caribbean-blue irises beneath long eyelashes. Her cheeks bone were high upon her face and her skin was rather pale compared to her pinkish lips. Golden blonde bangs were swept across her forehead, fringe framing her face and covering up what assumed to be smaller ears, the fair-haired tresses as a hole didn't quite reach her shoulders, and was relatively choppy, almost like she had impulsively cut it herself. His eyes traveled further down to see a long-sleeved, white dress shirt with several of the top buttons undone, revealing just the top of her cleavage, over top was a brown vest that was completely unclasped, it was the same color as the belt that held up beige dress-pants, which at the bottom had been tucked into brown riding boots. His gaze swept back up to her face, his observations had been noticed if her reddened face had anything to say about it. He couldn't help, but to think how pretty she was. He had several hours to kill before Granny Erina would expect him, so he decided he wouldn't mind getting to know her story at least a tad.
Looking around for the elderly woman making sure she wasn't around to scold him for being impolite, he cleared his throat and held out a lightly tanned, and rather large, hand to her, "Sorry for yelling, like I said I didn't know you were a girl, if Granny was around I am sure she'd have my ass! So, I might as well introduce myself, the name's Joseph Joestar, it's nice to meet you!" She just stared in shock for a moment before looking up to meet his eyes again. Suddenly, her hand shot out to meet his with an unexpectedly firm handshake as she opening her lips that had a slight upturn with her reply:
"Sharena Perry, archaeologist, it's my pleasure, Mister Joestar."