Anna-Rose straightened out her jumper a little as she walked to school. She was actually looking forward to going, now knowing that that new kid had decided to be friendly with her despite the risk. Perhaps this was going to place a larger target on both of their backs, but until anything was solidified Anna-Rose was happy. However, this happiness was only short-lived, as a shortish boy shoved her aside as he walked. Removing a plastic ball-bearing from her pocket just in case, she walked over to the boy, quite aggravated. "What was that for? What grudge have you got against me?" The kid chuckled.

"Who, me? You were just in the way, that's all."

Anna-Rose grumbled. "You're that high-and-mighty, huh? You think you live in a world where you deserve to take what you please? It doesn't work like that." The boy snickered.

"You're from that snarky private school, aint'cha? The School for Specialist Children or whatever it is? Let me tell ya something, snob. I run South Brooklyn Trade School, and I bet someone as wimpy as you is pretty low on the food chain in a private institution." He turned around. He was obviously of African American descent, and hid his hair with a reddish beanie. He cleaned up the collar of his coat and chuckled. "But if you think a weakling like you really stands a chance against the top student and the student leader of a tough trade school, go right ahead and try me."

After a split second, Anna-Rose hurled her ball at the boy with high rotation. Sadly, his face was littered with pimples which threw off her Golden Ratio. The ball struck his cheek and spun in, shocking him. However, he flicked the ball away, and it bounced back to Anna-Rose. "What the hell was that? You might be tricky, but that was a plastic ball, after all. Not even metal. Lemme show you what true pain is." He reached out a hand, and the lid of one of the metal trash cans on the sidewalk flew to him. Anna-Rose chuckled.

"Cool Stand you have there. What do you call it, hm?"

The boy was taken aback. "What? You're not pissing yourself? Sheesh, looks like I actually need to throw a punch at a girl. Listen here," he noted, "Delaware Fitzpatrick is not a woman-beater. I'm only doing this to teach a stuck-up nerd a lesson."

Anna-Rose sighed. "If I can help it, I don't want to have to fight you either. Drop your weapon and leave, I don't want any drama with you or your Stand." Suddenly, Delaware threw a tough punch to Anna-Rose's gut. Luckily, his hand slammed against her Stand's stomach as she had managed to summon it to just barely protrude from her body and block the blow. Delaware was stunned once more. "You… you have a power like mine… is this what you keep calling a "Stand"? How dare a nerdy chick like you have such an ability!" The metal lid curled around his fist, and he threw another punch. Anna-Rose summoned the full form of her Stand, Eulogy, to block it with its own fist. Eulogy looked feminine and sleek, with such a similar build to Anna-Rose that it was easy to see that if she exercised they would be doubles. Its matte black and grey colour scheme reflected Anna-Rose's calculated nature.

"I warned you. Withdraw now."

Delaware was fuming. "My power… They Might Be Giants, that's what I call it, it can manipulate metal. I'll just trap you in a cage before you can beat me!" A dishevelled metallic lump began to protrude from Delaware's right arm, and he swung with his metal-coated left once more. Eulogy blocked the swing, but was unprepared for the car door that slammed its right side hard. Anna-Rose felt the bones in her arm fracture as her Stand was hit by the attack.

"Ugh… man, that hurts. I didn't want to have to fight back, but…" She held up her left hand to measure the strange shape of They Might Be Giants. She hadn't quite reached the level of Spin mastery she had read about where instances of Golden Ratio would appear to users in rectangles that gave them a guide for increased rotation power. After a few moments, she saw it. The pattern of dips in the metal was an instance of Golden Ratio! "That will do."

Eulogy threw a punch at Delaware's Stand, the ball embedded in its knuckle spinning at high speed. However, its black surface was so perfect it was impossible to see the rotation. Delaware attempted to block it with his right arm, but the punch rotated so perfectly that it tore his arm away, tearing some muscles, before slamming into his shoulder. The trade student screamed in pain.

"How? Surely your power can't punch through metal! What was that strength?" Anna-Rose sighed, adjusting her glasses, and using Eulogy's rotation to set her fractured bones.

"Eulogy's fists have balls embedded in those outer joints. The trick I used to spin that ball in your face apply to Eulogy's fists as well. It's a technique I call the Spin Fist. However, your Stand, unlike yourself, has an instance of the Golden Ratio. As a reference, I used They Might Be Giants to land a Super Spin Fist on you, which can easily rip through metal as thick as a car door, let alone a trash can's lid.

Delaware growled. "Well… you're no weakling, I suppose. I shouldn't have acted so facetious towards you." He smiled weakly. "I can fix up your bone, if you want. There's some internal bleeding, too, so if I manipulate the calcium in your bones and the iron in your blood…" He waved a hand over Anna-Rose's right side. Suddenly, she began to feel less pain. "There, I fixed it up for you. Throwing the door at you was a bit rash on my part."

Anna-Rose nodded. "I've had worse thrown at me. I'm glad you're not a complete ass, unlike most of the people at my school."

Delaware chuckled. "Not a fan of the snobs, huh?" Anna-Rose smiled.

"Well, most private communities need a scapegoat, someone to pick on and ostracise. It keeps them sane. As for me, I have my Spin training to keep me going."

Delaware nodded. "Well, you're good at it. See ya…?"

"It's Anna-Rose. Will we see each other again?" She looked over at Delaware, another potential friend who at least made sense after taking that beating he did.

"I come past here every day. So maybe." He waved, walking off. Anna-Rose went her seperate way, towards the hell of an establishment she called America Stand School.

Stand Name: "They Might Be Giants"

Stand User: Delaware Fitzpatrick

Power: E

Range: B

Speed: D

Durability: A

Precision: B

Potential: A