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cheemerthelizard · 4 years ago

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Nothing Else Like it: Chapter 1

“So, Jojo really got himself in trouble this time, huh, Mom?” a young girl asked.

“Yes, he did,” Holly answered the girl, who had long, jet black hair, a short stature, and a school uniform on. “He’s in jail this time.”

“I thought the day would come soon,” the girl sighed. “I mean, I still feel bad for him, kind of, but at this point, he kind of deserves it.”

“Don’t say that!” Holly scolded. “He’s your brother, and he’s protected you from bullies before!”

“I don’t need his protection,” the girl answered nonchalantly. “I can survive on my own. And it’s his fault for beating up anyone who looks at him the wrong way.”

The two of them stayed silent for the rest of the car ride, until they got to the police station.

“Yes, Jotaro is definitely my son,” Holly told the police officers.

“And who’s this beside you?” one of the officers asked.

“This is Jotaro’s twin sister,” Holly answered, “Yo-”

“Thank you, Mom, but I can speak for myself,” the girl told Holly, bowing to show she meant no ill will with that statement. “My name is Yorokobi. Yorokobi Kujo.”

“Yorokobi, huh?” the officer said as they walked down the dark hallway. “Have you ever seen Jotaro get in fights before?”

“Oh, plenty of times,” Yorokobi chuckled. “I’m surprised it took this long for him to get in jail.”

“And what about you? Have you been in any fights?”

“Only if I’m provoked,” Yorokobi answered. “The police have arrived at some fights I’ve been in before, but all of them have been out of self-defense, so I haven’t been charged with anything.”

“You don’t look like the type to be able to beat someone up,” the other officer said.

“Don’t underestimate me just because I’m a girl,” Yorokobi growled.

“Anyway, your son is right down this corridor, and he’s free to go, since this was also in self-defense,” one of the officers told Holly. As soon as he said that, she dashed down to Jotaro’s cell, calling his name.

“Shut up!” Jotaro yelled. “You’re so annoying!”

“Okay!” Holly chimed.

After her answer, Jotaro laid back down on his bed and closed his eyes.

“Hey! Wake up, Jojo!” Yorokobi yelled. “The police are letting you out of jail. Let’s go home, alright?”

Jotaro looked over at Yorokobi, then looked away again. “Mom, Yorokobi, you’d best go home. I’m not leaving this cell for a while. I’ve been possessed by an evil spirit.”

Yorokobi paused, and took some time to comprehend what Jotaro had just said. When it finally settled in, she burst out in laughter. “That’s the worst joke anyone has ever told me!” she exclaimed. “Come on, just get out of there already.”

“You think I’m joking?” Jotaro asked. “It took all of my power to stop the spirit in that fight. I’m not letting it anywhere near you two.”

Yorokobi’s laughing got a little less hysterical, but she was still in tears. “You’re so awful at making jokes,” she wheezed. “It’s so bad that it’s funny.”

“Fine. If you don’t believe me, I’ll just have to show you.” Jotaro walked up to the cell bars, tossing his hat to the side. Yorokobi’s laughter halted completely.

“O… okay, Jojo, the joke has gone too far now,” she nervously chuckled. “It wasn’t funny, so just let it rest.”

Jotaro continued walking up to the bars, and stuck his hand out. From his hand, another purple, transparent hand extended further. It grabbed the gun from one of the officer’s holsters, and brought it to him.

“Jojo, y-you’re scaring me,” Yorokobi shivered. She grabbed onto Holly’s shirt.

“Good,” Jotaro replied. “Maybe you’ll take this spirit seriously, then.” He cocked the gun, and put it to his head.

“Jojo, stop!”

He fired the gun, but when it was pulled away, he was completely fine. The spirit dropped the bullet to the ground, and returned the gun to the officer.

“Like I said, there’s an evil spirit possessing me,” Jotaro said. “I’m not getting out of this cell until it leaves.”

Yorokobi looked to her mom, who was just as lost about what to do as her. They both slowly walked out of the cell room.

“What are we going to do?” Yorokobi asked her mother.

“I’m going to call your granddad for help,” Holly answered.

The next morning, Yorokobi and Holly went to the airport.

“Papa!” Holly called. She ran over to a burly man, with a thick, white beard and a brown coat.

“Holly!” he yelled. Both of them ran over to each other, and Yorokobi followed.

“Granddad!” she exclaimed. Both of them enveloped each other in a big hug.

“Hey there, Yorokobi!” Joseph laughed. “I missed you!”

“I missed you, too,” Yorokobi replied as she buried her face in his shoulder.

After their cheerful greetings, Joseph calmed down and lowered his voice. “So, you said Jotaro has been possessed by a ghost? And you could see the ghost?”

At those words, Holly broke down in tears again. “Oh, my poor, poor Jotaro. Yes. The officers said they couldn’t see it, but I clearly saw a separate hand.”

“And what about you, Yorokobi?”

“Yes, I saw it, too,” Yorokobi answered. “When he shot a gun towards his head, the spirit caught the bullet before it could hurt him.”

“But nothing has happened to either of you?”

Both girls shook their heads.

Joseph sighed. “Thank goodness. Well, don’t you worry about Jotaro. I’ll get him out of jail in no time.”

Holly insisted that Yorokobi stay home while she and Joseph went to try coaxing Jotaro out of his cell, much to her dismay. Instead, she was given the mundane task of watching over the house. Something about Jotaro’s spirit being “too dangerous” and she “might get in the crossfire between it and Avdol’s spirit.” A bunch of baloney that basically meant they were afraid she was faint of heart and would hate to see her dearest brother get beaten half to death.

No matter. She would just have to do some chores around the house. After all, there was a guest, and her mother would be very unhappy if the house was in its current state when he arrived to spend the night.

“I should make some food tonight, too,” Yorokobi said to herself. “I think some soup would be good.”

Before she knew it, everyone had arrived back home, including Jotaro, who was literally burned in some places.

“Did someone actually put up a fight against you, Jojo?” Yorokobi taunted. “Is your perfect win streak ruined now?” Jotaro and her had their fair share of sibling fights, but even she couldn’t beat him. It was nice to see him actually harmed for once.

“No, it was a draw,” Avdol answered. “I didn’t want to kill him, I just wanted to get him out of that cell.”

“And what about that ‘evil spirit’?” Yorokobi asked.

“It’s still there,” Jotaro shrugged. “Although it’s not an evil spirit, just a ‘Stand’ or whatever the old man called it.”

“Oh,” Yorokobi said. “Well, I made everyone some dinner while I was cooped up in the house instead of watching Jojo and Mr. Avdol fight,” she added, almost snarkily. “Eat up!”

Everyone grabbed a bowl, and started eating in silence.

“So, I’ve decided to tell you all right now, so Yorokobi will hear it, too,” Joseph said. “You see, there’s a reason why Jotaro’s Stand has appeared so suddenly. It has to do with some events that happened 100 years ago.”

He then proceeded to tell Holly, Jotaro, and Yorokobi all about his grandfather, Jonathan Joestar, his adopted brother, Dio Brando, the stone mask, the star birthmark, and Jonathan and Dio’s fight that would continue down for generations of Joestars to come.

“And now, Dio has taken over Jonathan’s body, using it as his own!” Joseph exclaimed. “And he won’t stop tormenting us until he’s defeated every last Joestar!”

Yorokobi nodded. “And how do we stop him?”

“Are you serious?” Jotaro asked. “I’m not going on a long trip just to find this guy, and you’re not either. We’ll let him come to us, if he’s that persistent on killing us.” He took another bite of soup, using his Stand to bring the spoon up to his mouth.

“Good idea,” Yorokobi replied.

After her input, the table went back to the sounds of chewing.

“You like it, don’t you?” Yorokobi asked Jotaro.

“I never said that.”

“But you haven’t criticized it at all, either,” she smirked. “The more you like what I make, the less you criticize every little detail. When you’re completely silent, it means you love it.”

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you had a degree in not minding your own business,” Jotaro retorted. “Let me eat my food in peace.”

Yorokobi hmphed, but did nothing more.

“Not you too, Yorokobi!” Joseph whined. “You and your mother need to have more of a spine and stand up to Jotaro!”

“Oh, I’m not finished standing up to him,” Yorokobi shrugged. “I just have different ways of fighting back. I knew he was going to say something like that to me tonight, so I snuck a little surprise into his bowl.”

“Something spicy?” Joseph asked.

“Something electrifying,” Yorokobi grinned.

Suddenly, the soup in Jotaro’s bowl started to make a huge bubble right in the middle. Around it was an electric yellow glow. When the bubble completely fit in the bowl, it popped, spewing soup all over Jotaro’s face. Yorokobi doubled over in laughter.

“Serves you right!” she cackled.

Joseph stood back in awe. “Yorokobi… how did you do that?” He had a feeling he knew what it was, but he wanted to make sure.

“I don’t know, really,” she answered through small giggles. “I’ve just had this power since I was little.” Yorokobi sent a little spark through her arm. “Mom said you had it, too.”

Joseph started giving a hearty laugh, and hugged Yorokobi tightly. “My granddaughter is a Hamon user!” he exclaimed. “I thought I was the last one.”

“Yeah, and she’s used it to inconvenience me for the majority of her life,” Jotaro mumbled.

“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t punch me for it!” Yorokobi snapped.

“I’ll punch you right now for splattering me with soup!”

“Jotaro! Yorokobi!” Holly exclaimed. “Settle down!”

“Yes, Mom,” Yorokobi muttered. Her shoulders slumped. Jotaro huffed and snapped his head away from Yorokobi, but did nothing more. Both went to their rooms and closed the door.

“They’re actually really sweet most of the time, I promise,” Holly told Joseph and Avdol. “They love each other very much. It’s just… you know how siblings are.”

Both men nodded. “Well,” Joseph shrugged, “they have a point about not pursuing Dio. After all, if he wants us dead that much, he’d either give us a reason to hunt him down or come hunt us down.”

“I think we should stay here, just in case Dio has any plans to do either of those,” Avdol advised.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Joseph smiled. “Well, Holly, if you need anything, we’ll be in the guest room, wherever it is.”

Then, after a couple of hours, the house was dark, and everything was quiet.

Except for Yorokobi tossing and turning in her bed.

“Out of all nights, it had to be tonight,” she whispered to herself. “I have a test in the morning, too.”

“Hey.”

Yorokobi jumped. “Jojo? What are you doing in my room?”

“With my new Stand, it’s easy for me to hear when your insomnia is really bad,” he murmured. “You know you have medicine for that.”

“I’m on the medicine,” Yorokobi grumbled. “It’s not working. Again.”

Jotaro sighed. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to stay with you until you fall asleep.”

Yorokobi gave him a knowing smile.

“If anyone figures out about this, I’ll kill you.”

“I got it, I got it,” Yorokobi chuckled. “Wouldn’t want anyone figuring out that Jotaro Kujo actually has a soft spot, or anything.” She paused for a moment, then continued talking. “So, what are you going to do about…” she waved her hands in his general direction, “that guy?”

“Ignore him, probably,” Jotaro shrugged. “It seems like he’s only good for fighting, and last time he helped me, I went to jail, so I should probably not use him.”

“You should give him a name.”

“What a dumb, childish idea. No.”

“I’m not referring to him as ‘that guy’, or ‘my brother’s Stand’. If you don’t give him a name, I will.”

“If I give it a name, I’ll grow attached. I don’t want this thing.”

“Then I’ll grow attached for you. Hi there, Toto!”

“Toto? Like the band? That’s the stupidest name I’ve ever heard.”

“Okay, what name ideas do you have?”

Jotaro remained silent for a while, then grumbled, “I’m not naming him anything.”

“Then Toto it is.”

“I’m going to bed.”

“Wait!”

Jotaro stopped walking away.

“Please.”

“No.” He continued going back to his room. “Plus, you’re actually starting to look tired. I don’t want to keep you up even longer.”

Jotaro was right. . Yorokobi was finally settling down. Her eyes were getting droopy, and she couldn’t focus on talking as much as when she was awake.

“Goodnight, Yorokobi.”

“Night, Jojo.”

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #oc #oc insert #sdc #stardust crusaders

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modernlcve · 6 years ago

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* — stats — colton thacker !

* — basics !

full name: colton joseph thacker. nickname(s): prefers none. age: twenty - four. date of birth: may first. place of birth: barlow, kentucky. gender: male. pronouns: he / him. sexual orientation: questioning level of education: high school graduate. recipient of a bachelor’s degree in history, currently pursuing his master’s.

* — physical !

tattoos: none. piercings: none. notable features: his nose is distinct? quite tall also.. didnt fact check that he just looks tall. weakness(es): injured his left shoulder playing baseball in high school, it never fully bounced back. scar(s): one on the upper Bit of his left arm.

* — domestic !

occupation: line cook at a diner. ta. residence: lives alone and lives humbly. social class: lower middle class. parents: jody thacker, age 54, works at the factory, a strong and silent type ( which makes it all the better when he gets in a good joke now and again ). tanya thacker, age 49, a school teacher, one of those nice church ladies that always has her nose in other people’s business. siblings: kyleigh thacker, his sister. i picture them to be pretty close, even if differently dispositioned. extended family: large, spread throughout his home county. especially close with his paternal grandparents, farmers who are well known within the community. two beautiful nephews he would Die for.

* — personality !

positive traits: insightful. courteous. reflective. negative traits: obstinate. envious. myers-briggs ( x ): istj, the logistician. temperament: phlegmatic. moral alignment: neutral good. horoscope: taurus, the bull. hogwarts house: ravenclaw.

* — favorites !

movie: raiders of the lost ark. tv show: game of thrones. book: child of god by cormac mccarthy. drink: ale 8. food: sheperd’s pie. animal: crows. color: red. song: give my love to the rose by johnny cash. artist: willie nelson. celebrity crush: ariana grande.

* — impressions !

first impression: he doesn’t make a strong first impression. he’s quiet, polite, but he isn’t exceptionally forthcoming. he’s nice enough to get by but could be intimidating on first look alone. self impression: he doesn’t quite know What his deal is. he knows he’s bit odd, at least for where he’s from, but he doesn’t think that’s a bad thing. he’s used to thinking of himself as different, but he’s learned to embrace that over the years. lover impression: he’s a romantic, at heart. he’s a gentleman who has like perhaps bit old - fashioned ideas of what that means. he’s not like gonna be shitty about an independent woman but boy he does believe in like paying for dates and opening doors and shit.

* — et cetera !

turn ons: intelligent. shiny hair. bit of a smart mouth. turn offs: a superiority complex. aversion to nature. drink/drugs/smoke: yes/no/sometimes. dominant hand: right. clean or messy: clean. early bird or night owl: early bird. hobbies or special talents: he played baseball through high school. got a bit good at racing in his old truck ( rip ) hasn’t given the new one a real shot yet.

* — QUESTIONNAIRE !

01. where was your character born? what brought them to st louis? what do they like most about the town?

colton was born in barlow, kentucky. he came to st louis for grad school. on the surface, its why he came to st louis specifically. in general though, he was brought to anywhere out of barlow just because small town life just simply isn’t for him. he likes st louis because it represents potential. it’s all the excitement and change and opportunity he’s been looking for, even now, after being settled here a few years.

02. who are your character’s friends and family? who do they surround themselves with? who are the people your character is closest to?

colton’s immediate family consists of his parents and his sister, and, by extension, her family. he gets along well enough with his parents, even if they don’t always see eye to eye on certain things. he’s closer with his sister and spends a decent amount of his weekends loitering around her place, hanging out with her kids. he surrounds himself mostly with his classmates, enjoying the conversation that comes from like minded people, even if they can’t always relate to him. he’s closest with his sister, or his grandfather, whom he calls at least once a week, more in the rare event that he’s homesick. pa may not always get what colton’s going on about but he tries and that’s what matters.

03. what is your character’s biggest fear? who have they told this to? who would they never tell this to? why?

colton’s biggest fear is that he’ll always be Yearning for more. he feels pretty satisfied in st louis, but he also once felt satisfied in the town he did undergrad in, and his hometown, but he always ends up ready for something more. he comes from the kind of place where you’re supposed to have deep roots, to live on the land that your family has lived on for ages, and he really does wish that was enough for him. it’d make things easier. but he always wants to be moving and growing and really is afraid he’s going to miss out on getting just like happy, simple, domestic times because of that. he wants more out of life than his town had to offer, but he didn’t want to abandon the idea of family and home completely. he’d never tell his family this, because he feels like he’s got to keep some kind of strong face, for #toxicmasculinity reasons just as much as needing to prove that he made the right choice in leaving.

04. has your character ever been in love? had a broken heart?

yeah colton had a high school sweetie. her name was lacey, they started dating when they were fourteen, fresh into high school, went to the same place for undergrad, lived back home together for a year, and then called it quits when colton decided to go back to school and move to st louis. she’s his first and only Real Love, but, she got a job teaching at their high school, and was ready to just settle into living in their hometown again. even when they decided they could make long distance work while he was at school, he knew he wouldn’t be able to just finish up in st louis and move back. yeah it broke his heart a bit but he ended things a week before he headed out. hurt like hell but maybe deep down he does still imagine that something will happen and they’ll get back together without him moving home one day, you know, like an idiot.

06. it’s saturday at noon. what is your character doing? give details.

again, he likes to fuck around with kyleigh and her kids on the weekends. when he moved, it was never to get away from his family, just the place, and it’s nice to have them around and still be able to hang out with the kids and stuff. if he’s not with them, he’s probably reading. fucking nerd.

07. what is one strong memory that has stuck with your character since childhood?

back when their grandfather was a little more Spry, whenever spring came, he’d go on long meandering walks out in the woods on sunday mornings ( before church ). he had never been a hunter, or a fisher, it wasn’t anything like that, just a nice little walk. when he was like 12 colton decided he needed to be his annoying tag along who probably ruined the purpose of the walks by breaking how quiet and serene the woods were that early, but pa just ran with it. they’d talk about whatever came up and it made colton feel special to be a part of something that had always been a special ritual every spring.

09. what is something that upsets your character? where do they go when they’re upset?

i feel like it takes a lot to actually upset him. he’s pretty chill. smaller things, he’s pretty good at just brushing off and moving on from. he’s upset by like rational things ( assholes, people coming for his family, questioning his choices ) i guess can’t relate. he still finds walks in the Woods comforting, good for clearing your mind, but most likely he just tries to distract himself with a book or some mindless tv ( yeah he has a few pawn shows bookmarked for this exact reason ).

10. when your character thinks of their childhood kitchen, what smell do they associate with it? why?

whatever the smell is, it’s heavy. something meaty and greasy that would be accompanied by starchy, weighty sides and some kind of bread, because that’s what makes a meal, obviously. they’ve always been a big dinner around the supper table kind of family. porkchops, cube steak, and chicken anyway you could have it were all on frequent rotation.

#( colton thacker. )#( stats. )

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cheemers-writing-archive · 4 years ago

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Nothing Else Like It: Chapter 1