[Daiana]

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it isn't everyday that you see a girl skateboarding away from police on foot with batons in their hands like her life depends on it, but daiana isn't your average everyday girl. she's just slightly cooler than your average girl, and also not really aligned with the law in all aspects. well, really, who is? there are some sticklers, sure, but for most people, if the law is stupid, why follow it in the first place? like stealing, yeah, that's probably bad. murder and all that other stuff too. but perjury? or arson on people who definitely deserve it? those should get a free pass as long as you're not being a bastard about it. daiana isn't a bastard about her graffiti, so why the hell are the cops being bastards about it?[break][break]

so yeah, that's the sitch. she's rolling along at the speed of a mildly disturbed stallion, paint flicking off of her extremities every so often, with some cops running after her yelling all sorts of things that daiana simply doesn't care to listen to. really, the only problem for the girl is that she's rapidly approaching some kind of school zone and kids are rushing out from a gate on her side of the road at breakneck speeds. little ones, too! like six-year olds, fresh-faced, holding up little fridge magnet art projects to their parents all cute-like. if she didn't have to somehow weave around a large amount of little kids, she could really get away from these cops fast.[break][break]

with a sigh, daiana begins looking for easier methods of escape... or people she could rope into her own mess!

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[JoJo]

People watching.

Tis the season for people-watching, it may be a weird hobby but by cracky she deserved a chance to partake in something weird, especially after the consistent past couple of months that had been her life. From learning that the greatest power of all was to choke things and not friendship along with learning apparently there's an HR department for Vigiantles this was nice. Besides, there was another reason to people watch and that was simply to say 'your welcome.'

Yup. It wasn't the best part of her

Your welcome police officers who take ten minutes to get to ongoing situations, you are welcome civilians who dunno how to run away from emergency situations and instead need to be saved. You're welcome children who are about to be crashed into by the Picasso Burnquist... wait what?

Rolling around right now, was a 'young woman' or woman heading towards children at very quick speeds and it was safe to say that they were being followed by the sound of yelling behind them.

Now, if JoJo was in costume right now she could easily tie this one up and leave um for the cops to catch up and give um their little ticket and continue on with life. Unfortunately, Jo wasn't in costume and she wasn't gonna break her back trying to get into costume in a crowded area. So instead she did the next best thing

Trip the police. Now it's true, on the off-chance approaching her was a murderer or something this was a terrible idea, but hey what are the chances of that happening again? All it took was one little thread the same color as the sidewalk slithering across the area like a speedy snake and boop.

Down they go! Skater girl had extra time to skate as they pleased and no one caught the elongated hair that had come out of her leg. If anyone did she could just have the long strong strand fall off her leg and play the ditzy college girl.

It was genius if she did so say herself.

[Daiana]

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daiana knows it's bad form to look over her shoulder when she's being chased. she's seen way too many horror movies to know that when some random last girl is running without any shoes on and she looks over her shoulder to see how close the monster is... well, she's just not the last girl anymore, she's dead, and daiana doesn't really prefer being dead right now. but, deep inside, there's that little spark of humanity that's yelling at her, 'go on! look at how cute the pigs are when they run!!' so she does. when she's certain that she's maneuvered around enough children to be in the clear for a little bit, daiana chances a glance over her shoulder just in time to see multiple cops eat shit on the sidewalk, like some grossly misshapen bowling pins.[break][break]

funniest thing she's ever seen. daiana can't help it, she laughs aloud, wooping and celebrating and waving her fist like a sports fan. she's tempted to say some little quip, like "how's the pavement taste?" or, uhh... "i bet your face tastes like sidewalk now!" but everything she comes up with sounds lame. the last one is particularly bad. that one makes her sound like she regularly eats faces and she doesn't really want that reputation while weaving through droves of parents and young children. but hey, maybe the children here will realize that cops are bumbling idiots and eventually grow up to be just like daiana![break][break]

that's probably bad, actually. if the world was full of daiana's, everything would be chaos, probably. oh well, one can dream![break][break]

problem is, the artist is way too busy coming up with oneliners that she forgets that she's skating and that to skate effectively, one must know exactly where they're going. seconds later, daiana crashes into something—or rather, someone. daiana makes a rather spectacular fall off of her skateboard, the board going one way and her body going the other, and she ends up crashing onto the cement in a similar fashion to the police. pain reverberates up her hands and wrists, both for the rather awkward way that she landed and the little strips of skin now loosely hanging off her palms, but nothing compares to the panic of potentially being caught. adrenaline drives her to rise to her feet, but concern drives her to look at the girl she ran into![break][break]

wow, she's cute! not like daiana would say that. either way, daiana reaches one hand down to offer assistance in rising, not quite aware at how badly her palms are bleeding right now. "shit, shit! i'm so sorry!" she blunders, eyes wide. she chances another glance behind her to find that the police have risen to their feet and are now running after her again! "aww, goddamnit! let's go!!"[break][break]

whether jojo wants to or not, daiana grabs her arm regardless in an attempt to drag jojo to her feet, and attempts to run off with her, accidentally dragging the girl into the mess whether she likes it or not!

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[JoJo]

Ya know, if Jo hadn't come to terms with it at the age of fifteen this would be her awakening right now. Let's acknowledge the fact that this mystery woman ended up colliding head-first with Jo. This was only happening because Jojo decided to help this one individual instead of the police for once. Surprise surprise, this one happened to be a tall attractive rebellious woman with deep brown eyes.

Go figure right?

With that said, JoJo was an adult now. This woman had been a vigilante since she was a child and now she was going to turn it around in Japan and become a hero. There was no one more mature in this prefecture right now than her, and needless to say, she thought with her brain and nowhere else nowadays.

SO, obviously, while on the floor and looking into this newcomer's eyes Jo didn't even hear what came out of her mouth. When her arm was grabbed Jo kinda wish in the moment it was her hand, ignoring the stupid glee club that was the other guy in the back of her mind. Regardless of the accident and the little scratches that she didn't even acknowledge Jo jumped up to her feet and began running with the woman.

Well, running wasn't exactly the best way to put it. This felt more like a light jog around that track at the school, this was the speed she ran at to convince the others she wasn't that strong so as far as she was concerned this woman must be holding back too for the police. Not only was the mystery lady attractive they were also considerate of the rozzers who were terrible at their job.

Oh right, she needed to act civilian.

"Goodness, where are we going stranger?"

Nailed it.

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well, hmm, where are they going? daiana has a few options, to be clear--she knows this neighborhood like the back of her hand, and has been engaged in some other illicit activities in these alleyways, so daiana basically has her run of the whole town. the real question is where does she want to take this girl she's inadvertently dragged into this mess? daiana has some portals around her that lead into some pretty shady places, and given that this girl doesn't seem like quite the fighter, it would probably be a little too shocking to jump into the back of a meat manufacturing plant or into the private room of a seedy nightclub. though daiana passes some rather large murals of hers that would lead to these exact places, she forgoes both of them in favor of rounding a corner and skidding to a stop in front of two murals as big as herself, one depicting a crumbling ferris wheel while the other one depicts a big, shark-sized fish of epic proportions rounding around a chunk of coral, each beautifully painting in a wealth of bright, shocking colors.[break][break]

sweaty and basted in sunlight, daiana turns to look at jojo with a wild, crooked smile on her face. "well, let's see," she begins, deep brown eyes alight with adrenaline. "what do you prefer, amusement park or aquarium?"[break][break]

the police are getting closer, daiana can hear them shouting from around the alleyway corner. heart pounding, daiana glances at the entrance to the alleyway, then back at jojo, face a bit more urgent this time. "i have a second, way more important question," daiana begins, gearing up to ask the question she always asks when preparing people to run fullspeed at a wall of cement with her. "do you trust me?"

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[JoJo]

Be still her pastel-colored heart.

The multiple police breathing down their necks were nothing compared to that stupid smile. The last time she saw a smile like that in action was in one of those movies her American friends would love to watch a thousand times over and not get tired of it. Exclusive to only dudes over six foot and had the Hollywood hair and bod yet here was Ms Mystery putting them all to shame. Mysteries feet skidded to a halt and Dobson followed the action. Big doe violet eyes stared up into those brown eyes of this tall woman.

"Amusement park." Jo blurted out the phrase the small smile on her face curving into something even bigger while her chest heaved a bit here and there. If she was being honest this had been the most exciting someone who wasn't trying to kill her had made her feel in a while. Oh, how could this day get any better, whoops she'd have to put the pure thoughts away for the moment. Apparently, Mystery had something important to ask, now what could it possibly-

"do you trust me?"

PING THERE IT WAS, LEAVE ME ALONE OTHER VOICE IN HEAD. By the end of tonight, they may be low on gas and Jo may need a jacket but that didn't matter. All that mattered was nodding happily and running a little faster straight into that Georgia O'Keefe!

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