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JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Under Lock, Under Key
It was a cold, empty night in cell 206. Aside from Guess' irritating snores, the woman's quarter in the Green Dolphin Street Prison was oddly quiet. No yelling, no footsteps, nothing. It was enough to make any harden criminal feel miserable. But Prisoner FE40536 was not one to let grief overwhelm her.
Prisoner FE40536? Damn, I feel like I'm starting to forget my own name, she thought as she played with the strings in her hand.
Jolyne Kujo was indeed an unusual prisoner. Although prettier than the average inmate at Green Dolphin Penitentiary, it was clear from her mannerisms and her bold gaze that she was not delicate. She had an aggressive air around her and one of her few prized pocession was the arm tattoo of a dagger concealing butterfly wings. During her gang days, she loved how the dagger seemed to stab at her enemy every time she threw a punch.
It seemed to fit perfectly with her bizarre hairstyle. The bottom layer consisted of black hair tied into two lofty buns with a lighter layer of green tightly braided hair above. To a normal person, her hair resembled towers or to the stupidly brave, "mouse ears"; but Jolyne didn't care.
Close to her neck, there was also a star-shaped birthmark...
Damn, I'm so bored. Maybe I could...she shook her head, trying to rid herself of dirty thoughts. She would never live it down if another guard walked in on her while she was doing 'that'. She removed the strings and flipped to her side.
She sighed. Is it still November? Is it even the same year? Dammit why does time have to move so fast? What am I going to do? I can't spend the next 15 years of my life here.
She took a quick look around her cell, half expecting to find a miraculous exit out of this prison. Can I break out? I'm not even sure about all the limits of this new power. As far as I can tell, I can only smash a coin.
She sighed again. The past few weeks of Jolyne Kujo's life had been a living nightmare. Her bail was refused on account of her previous prosecution and that stupid judge raised her original sentence. No one had come to visit her since she moved to the new prison. Not her mother, not her boyfriend...
She had met him a few weeks back at some bar a couple miles out of her hometown. It had been a while since Jolyne had entered a bar. A lot of people recognized her and most of her hang out spots had memories of her old gang attached to it. So Jolyne had to move farther and farther to the uptown area. After all, if she was going to make a fresh start, she had to make sure that she wouldn't run into some idiot who blab away all her old secrets.
That's when she met him.
In her gang days, she had a habit of scaring men away, save for a some tough biker idiots that were only good for few days. Besides, the men in her life always had a habit of walking out on her at some point. So she never put any thought into getting a serious boyfriend. But there he was. He was handsome, clean, and he was going to go some Ivy League school later on next year. His family was wealthy and he even had a cool car with a refrigerator in it too. He kept trying to impress her with some flashy stories and friends but he seemed like a nice guy. Maybe even marriage material, if things had gone over smoothly.
On October 28th, in Florida around 5 pm on Road 23, Jolyne was riding with her boyfriend Romeo Jisso. She was taking a sip of some beer he had stored away and they were talking about the next step in their relationship: pet names.
Most people thought "Jojo" was a weird and unappealing name; even Romeo laughed at the idea. But all her life, Jolyne knew "Jojo" was special. There was a look in her mother's eyes whenever she used that nickname. There was a look in all her relatives when that name was used. "Jojo" had a sense of reverance to it, like the name of a treasured old friend.
She knew that if Romeo was ever going to be a serious boyfriend, he had to use that nickname on her. So she ignored him when he said that he wanted a sip of her drink even though he was driving. So she lied to him when he asked if she used to be in a hell rider gang. So she lied to him when he asked about her tattoo. All she wanted was to hear him say 'Jojo". Perhaps, that's why she didn't see the pedestrian until it was too late.
The man was already lodged in a tree when Jolyne reached inside her purse to call for the ambulance.
The impact was pretty fierce but if there was a chance the man was still alive, Jolyne wanted to-. But Romeo stopped her. He was scared, on the verge of crying. He came up with some excuse about how their future would be ruined if Jolyne called the police. He started making promises about how everything would be okay if she just kept quiet. If she just kept quiet, she could continue this normal life. Against her better judgment, she agreed to dispose of the body.
That ball-less bastard! How could he do this to me? To his girlfriend? What was all that shit he said? Don't let a car accident ruin our future? In the end, he just abandoned me and saved himself- F #king-bastard!
The next few days were deeply uncomfortable for Jolyne. The accident weighed heavily on her mind. She had seen a lot of broken people in her life, laying on the side of the road, grasping for air as hell riders beat the ever-living shit out of them. She hated going to those gatherings, that's why she left the gang and decided to go straight. But she had never seen a dead man before. She ran through the scenarios in her mind: what would happen if she told the police, what if she didn't, what if she pleaded on Romeo's behalf-?
On November 2, the police barged into her house with a warrant for her arrest. They pushed her against the wall as her mother walked into the room. Jolyne could never forget the confusion, the humiliation, or the tears in her mom's eyes as she tried to reason with the police.
She thought back to her pointy eared lawyer, some big shot that she assumed her mom hired. He told her that if she would freely admit to her crimes, her punishment would be reduced.
She was hesitant: after all, why should she be punished for something she didn't even do? But then she thought about Romeo. She couldn't put the blame on him; it wasn't in her nature to betray the people she loved. So she took the lawyer's offer and pleaded guilty.
However, the judge revealed some startling news: the victim did not die on impact. He didn't die until after he was put in the swamp. Therefore, in the judge's eyes, Jolyne harmed the victim and her sentence was increased exponentially.
That damn crook! she thought as she slammed her fist into the pillow. He lied to me! He set me up! I hope he's rotting in a ditch somewhere!
The amulet...
When her good-for-nothing father divorced her mother, he told her to give Jolyne this weird amulet with a rock inside. Ignorant of its powers, Jolyne had cut her finger on the rock and threw the amulet away. However, on her way to the Green Dolphin Prison, the skin from the cut started to grotesquely unravel.
It was string! Her whole hand was full of string! No blood, no flesh, just string.
The strings were surprisingly sturdy even though they felt like silk and could travel pretty far but the guards could not see or hear them. Although she was initially terrified of this power, her instincts calmed her down. It was as though Jolyne had known this power her whole life, a power buried deep inside her passed down from generations of her bloodline. The fate of the blood inside her meant that Jolyne was blessed with both a burning passion and the ability to conquer her fears.
However, she could already sense that there was a sinister side to her power: one that would require sacrifice and would force her into a bizarre spiral of conflict. Nevertheless, a dark will began to consume Jolyne and it was that dark willpower that allowed her to use her string to hijack an armored car and help a woman named Hermes Costello from some crooked guards.
Later on, she found that this power had a face. It was shaped like a woman and it had a build similar to Jolyne but it bluish-green skin and it was covered in bumps from the waist down. It looked like sunglasses obstructed its eyes and some protrusions ran over its head from the jaw to the back of its neck. She tested it and saw that it was capable of punching at extreme speeds and strengths. It needed a name.
Stone Free. It's going to get me out of this ocean full of stone, so it needs to be Stone Free.
Crap, I need to find that rock now. If I don't, more idiots like Guess will use it.
Surely this was no coincidence. Her father must have known that the stone in the amulet would give Jolyne strange powers. It was also very likely that her father, Jotaro Kujo himself must have similar strange powers.
Why now? Why does he choose to act like a father now? He had years to tell me this kind of stuff so why does he wait until I'm in prison? Good-for-nothing. Why are all the men in my life good-for-nothings?
She thought back to when she was a kid. When she was six, she had a deadly fever and was sent to the hospital in critical condition. Although she was entering in and out of conscious at the time, she still had hazy memories of the event. The doctors injecting her with all kinds of weird liquids and medicines, her mother cried for days all the while begging for her father to come and help her. Although she could not explain it, Jolyne had always felt that her father was capable of achieving miracles and at some point even she was begging for him to come and save her.
But he still didn't come...
That amulet was still out there though and Jolyne was going to have to find it eventually, but she didn't feel like dealing with annoying issues at the moment.
Suddenly, she heard a loud *thump*. It echoed through the hall and rang as it bounced over and over agian. She shot up.
T-That can't be what I think it is? That sounded like a ball just now. Jolyne winced as a small baseball rolled passed the bars of her cell. A small shadowy figure creeped behind the ball. She could not make out his face but it looked like a boy with a baseball glove and hat. Suddenly, Jolyne thought back to the afternoon. She had seen this kid before; it was after she had put that blackmailing bitch in her place. He didn't say anything then but it seemed he was seeking her out.
The tips of her fingers tingled. If this boy was hostile, Jolyne needed to get her strings ready for a fight. But the boy brought his finger up to his lips and whispered, "I'm your friend Jolyne. Tomorrow afternoon, there's someone coming to visit you but you must not meet him. Understand?"
Jolyne pulled back. Who the hell is this kid? Does he have a power like me?
The boy continued "Jolyne, if you meet him many bad things will happen. Things worse than death and not just to you."
As Jolyne opened her mouth, a million questions raced through her mind but before she could speak the boy bounced the ball away and disappeared as quickly as he arrived.
*The next day*
Noon was a dangerous hour at the prison mess hall. Rowdy, hungry prisoners lined up against the wall, desperate to get a meal before the kitchen ran out of scraps. Fights were breaking out near the tables and the guards were extra brutal today. Jolyne had barely managed to find a seat and was just about to eat when a guard walked up to her.
"Prisoner FE40536? You have a visitor"
"A visitor?" Her eyes widened. That kid was right! But what should I do? Should I go?
"Prisoner FE40536," the guard repeated, gruffly. "Get off your ass! You have a visitor"
"O-okay," she whispered, feigning meekness.
"Okay?" replied the guard, indignant. He brought his riot stick out and smashed it on her fingers. "Is that how you talk to a guard? Like I'm your friend!?"
"Okay, sir" She rubbed her fingers and tried to hide her glare. Bastard! I'll make you pay later
As they walked down the hall, Jolyne tried to analyze the situation at hand. Who would visit me? Mom? How did she manage to get in? Why would that kid tell me to avoid my mom? Wait, what if it's not mom? Romeo? There's no way in hell he would show his face. What if-?
The guard stopped and barked out some orders about standing behind a white line, which Jolyne half-heartedly obeyed. He went inside to talk to the other guard, leaving her alone.
All of a sudden, Jolyne felt a small hand grab her wrist. She turned back and saw that the boy was hiding in a trashcan.
"Big sis, don't do this! Don't go inside. If you do, you'll be killed."
She shivered. She was no stranger to risks but if her mother was somehow involved in all this..
"I have to. What if it's my mom inside there? If what you're saying is true, she might be in danger."
The boy bowed his head, dejected at Jolyne's decision. Nevertheless, he would not let go of Jolyne's hand and with his free hand, he slipped something to her.
"Keep this Jolyne. Treasure it like you would your own mother. It's your key for getting out of here alive."
Jolyne nodded. From the texture, it felt like he had provided her with some kind of rock. The surface was smooth but uneven in certain locations, almost like it was the subject of some corrosive experiment.
"Prisoner FE40536!" snapped the guard. This brought Jolyne back to her senses. She quickly looked behind her but the boy was already gone.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?"
"N-Nothing," she said, the guard flashing her a dirty look, "Sir!"
From the exposed doorway of the visitor's room, Jolyne could see the silhouette of a man. A tall, brawny man, bigger than any man she had seen...
No- It can't be! He couldn't be here!
As Jolyne walked in, the man turned around.
It was not the person Jolyne had expected.
Not at all.