August 23rd 1991 - Okinawa, Japan:
"God... it keeps getting hotter every single day here! I'm sweatin' balls here, JoJo! Surely we ain't that far from the parlour now, are we?" A whinging voice cried out in teenage fashion. "We ain't got far to go, Keiji. Just calm ya tits and chill. Maybe chillin' will help with the heat." A wry voice replied. Soft yet angsty. "Easy for you to say, Reina! Your whole schtick is playin' it cool! And the puns don't help either!"
"Shut it, the both of ya. The more you two argue, the more I wanna put a bullet between my eyes." This voice was different. Deep, gruff, yet youthful. A hidden softness beneath the sandpaper mask. "Yeah, yeah... sure JoJo. We'll shut it. Right, Reina?"
"Sure... anything to mute your moaning, Keiji."Reina responded with a tone of utter boredom and irritation.
The trio walked further down the beachfront until they came to a nail parlour. The hideous pink wall and gold decor was an eyesore to effectively anyone who laid eyes on it. "You sure this is the place, Reina?" Asked Joshiro with a hint of anger blended with venom in his tone. "Positive, JoJo. The pink design burned itself on my memory." A *tsk* followed the words from Reina's mouth. Joshiro let out a sigh. Brief yet heavy.
He sauntered into the parlour with the brim of his cap pulled down enough to shadow his eyes. His lean 6 foot 5 frame meant he towered over those in the shop. Most customers noticed and turned their gaze away, for good reason. Now, before we continue with the story, let's give a little history to these three.
First: Keiji Kenzan. [STAND: Lost in Translation]
Keiji is your typical teen. Quite quiet in class, causes trouble every now and then, always finds something to moan about, and most importantly, he sees his friends as everything. His life is honestly pretty comfortable. Not much really to say aside from his friend for life, LoT. However, spoilers on that front. Being the youngest of the crew, one year away from his final year in high school, Keiji looks up to the other two and stands by them through everything, no matter the danger. He's loyal to a fault. His bright cyan hair and red high school uniform make him, weirdly enough, the most normal of the three.
Second: Reina Kagawa. [STAND: Thunderstruck]
What to say about Reina Kagawa? Aside from being the baddest girl in her year at college, Reina is as tough as tough can get. Any insult to her or those she holds dear most likely ends in someone's ass getting folded like a pancake. Her black hair with natural red highlights make her unique and help her stand out. The black lipstick, red skirt and leather jacket are her signature look. A look she is very protective of. However, she's not just a tough cookie. She looks after Keiji like a younger brother. An attack on him is a full scale assault on her. Girlfriend of Joshiro, and the 'baddest bitch this side of the equator', Reina is the mouthpiece of the Crew.
Lastly: Joshiro Shinjou (JoJo). [STAND: Hadron Sentinel]
The main man. Joshiro is the leader of the Crew. His imposing yet not overly muscular 6 foot 5 frame makes him intimidating innately. Turquoise eyes, jet black hair, and a scowl that'd make death take a step back.
His style is the most outlandish of the trio. His red cap with a silver star plastered on the front. His red leather jacket that drapes to his knees with silver lines going up his sleeves and the same silver star on the back; with an exciting edition of a silver chain hanging from the right hand collar. A white shirt with two hearts imprinted on each side of the chest. His upper attire is beyond eye catching. It makes the basic black jeans and combat boots duller than watching paint dry.
However, in his bloodline, he's the black sheep. Born to a narcissistic mother and the forgotten Joestar, Joshua. The only true criminal of the Joestar Bloodline. Having spent half a year in prison due to multiple counts of battery and extortion, Joshiro is far from a saint. His sheer lack of care for consequences is his flaw. Having been told by his mother that Joshua was a lowlife, Joshiro grew resentful toward a father who was never there. As a result, morality slowly abandoned the guy. So much so, that his moral compass only points south.
Now with the introductions over, let's continue. The owner of the parlour stepped out from behind the counter with a gleaming look of joy, with a grin that was oh-so punchable. "Ahhhh Reina-Chan! Come back for a repaint? I'd be happy to give you a new-"
"Shut it, asswipe! You messed up my goddamn nails and charged me triple you did for everyone else!" Reina snapped with a quick fury. Keiji moved to stand beside her. "Did I? Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" The owner this time was cut off not by Reina, but by Joshiro. His Stand materialising behind his right shoulder, glaring with malice. "Shut it, shortstout. You didn't have the money needed to cover the protection bill we gave you so you thought you could take more from Reina and use her money to pay us off!"
Reina's eyes darted into the owner's soul upon hearing JoJo's accusation. Keiji started ushering the employees and customers out, ensuring a clear area for the throwdown approaching. "Look, JoJo! It's just a misunderstanding! I had the money! I didn't mean to..." the owner sighed and his pleading voice of ignorance morphed to one of disdain. "Very well. If it has to be like this." Suddenly, a Stand rushed out from the owner's shoulder and launched one of the tables in the parlour at the Crew, sending the hurtling through the parlour windows.
"Ugh. Sonuvva bitch." Stated Joshiro, hardly surprised by the events. The three stood up, blood dripping slightly from Keiji's forehead. "Shoulda seen this coming JoJo." Replied Keiji. "I did." He added with a smirk. Joshiro briefly returned the smirk before the owner emerged from the now empty window frame, his Stand in tow. "Listen, Kotaki! You're payin' that money back today! Got it!? I don't care if I gotta beat ten bells of shit outta ya to get it!" Yelled Reina with such explosive fury.
It'd be best to describe how these Stands look, wouldn't it?
[STAND - Paint it Black. User - Kotaki Umigari]
This stand is certainly something. Looking like the mix of a gremlin and five tubs of creatine. A reptilian and scaly texture laces the body of the Stand, with nails four inches long, and such red eyes it'd make Satan jealous. Green and khaki in colouring, with muscles where muscles shouldn't be. The shark-like teeth certainly don't help with the overall approachable factor of this hideous monstrosity. I suppose a horrid soul gets a horrid Stand.
[STATS]
POWER - C
PRECISION - A
SPEED - B
DURABILITY - D
RANGE - B
POTENTIAL - D
[STAND - Hadron Sentinel. User - Joshiro Shinjou]
Robotic. The best way of describing this Stand. A red armour plating covers the chest, arms, legs, boots and head of the Stand; leaving the midriff and the gaps between the plating available to display the silver endoskeleton which resembles human muscle. The fact has an expression which matches that of Joshiro's at the time. The red plating has golden accents and lines weaving across the crimson armour. The pauldrons follow the same effect as the armour plating, as does the half-helmet, allowing the Stand's long black hair to flow freely. A stand as intimidating to look at as The World.
[STATS]
POWER - A
PRECISION - A
SPEED - B
DUARABILITY - A
RANGE - D
POTENTIAL - S
Now back to the violence. Joshiro was pissed. And definitely not the intoxicated kind. Hadron Sentinel mimicked his hand clenching, ready to lay the smackdown on this lanky, bald prick named Kotaki. The Joestar descendant started to pace forward slowly, trying to intimidate Kotaki into giving in without having his bones rearranged.
SLASH! The sound of blood fleeing an opened wound became apparent. "J-J-JoJo! You're bleeding! But nothing hit you!" Keiji exclaimed. Worry had taken over his voice. The mad owner had started laughing whilst flicking a polish applicator up and down with rotation in his right hand. "I wouldn't waste time if I were you, JoJo! You have a lot of distance to cover! Your Stand can exactly reach as far as mine!" Joshiro looked stunned at his freshly cut leg. "You bastard! How did you-!?" Kotaki started laughing again before holding up a crudely drawn painting of Joshiro's entire body. A black painting cutting through the shin in the portrait mirroring Joshiro's exact injury. "All I gotta do is draw a line in any part of this painting of you, and my Stand will damage you in that exact way in that exact spot. Example 2!"
A simple black dot was painted onto the forehead of Joshrio's painting and an invisible punch knocked him to the ground, Hadron Sentinel was just like its user. It preferred up close and personal, as such, it wouldn't be much use from a 10 meter range. "Thunderstruck! Cross-surge bolt!" Reina let out the command for her Stand, sending a bolt of lightning toward Paint it Black and briefly frying it and consequently, semi-roasting Kotaki. As the parlour owner fell to one knee, Reina attempted to get closer and closer. Each step getting quicker and quicker and as her Stand prepared a crushing blow, 4 feels gashes appeared across her shoulders and chest, followed by a punch to send her flying into a nearby bench.
"Did you really think I hadn't prepared for this?" Questioning Kotaki. A Cheshire grin overtaking his disgusting mouth. He pulled a second portrait out, this time of Reina, with the same marks appearing in both the real and canvas-based Reina. "You ain't gonna swindle me for money, kids! You ain't smart enough to swindle me! Ain't no one smart enough to-" As his voice grew louder and far more deranged, Kotaki was interrupted by a polite tap on his shoulder and someone clearing their throat. "Mhm. I believed you dropped this." Said Keiji, having snuck up on Kotaki as his attention was focused on Reina.
He held up an apple to the complete psycho with a polite smile and innocent grin. "O-oh. Thanks, kid. I guess." Utterly perplexed, Kotaki accepted the apple out of sheer muscle memory, simply using too much brain power to compute what had happened. Keiji started to walk away until a sudden exclamation of realising came hurtling his way. "HEY! KID! I never had a damn apple! Where did this come from- W-wait... the paintings of the two scumbags! Where have they gone! What happened-!?!" As Kotaki looked around, Keiji simply chuckled as he turned his head enough to look at Kotaki.
"Take a look at the apples... I think some brush strokes might still be there." And as sure as his word, the black brush strokes from the paintings were on the apple. "Wha- how!? You little shit! What did you do!?" The madman asked in total rage. "Well, you see I wasn't a fan of how you were hurting my friends. I noticed you were using the paintings to cause damage to them without having to be up close, and to sneak attack them in a way they couldn't predict. My Stand allows me to alter the physical attributes of any material item that I deem as potentially harmful to me or my friends. You intended it for one thing, I wanted it to be for something else. You could almost say your intentions were... Lost in Translation."
The trio all chuckled at the same time, Keiji chuckling the most. Kotaki was livid. His eyes had glazed over and he started charging at Keiji. That was until a portrait landed at Kotaki's feet. The apple had disappeared and the painting had returned. "HA! You fool! You stopped concentrating on the effect and my beautiful portraits of peril have returned! Say goodbye to your friends, boy!" And with no hesitation, Kotaki had picked the painting up and readied the the applicant to guide his Stand once more.
"Oh no... whatever will I do." Muttered Keiji with sarcasm dryer than the Sahara Desert. The applicant finally met canvas, with no one being able to see where it marked. As the applicant was lifted... Kotaki's throat gashed open, dropping him to the floor and gasping for air. Joshiro and Reina were in shock. "What the-!?" They exclaimed at the same time. "He was so desperate to be rid of you two that he didn't check to see who the painting was of... I made it a painting of himself. His Stand wouldn't dare disobey and order.... I'm starving. Sushi anyone!?"