♦ Wazuka Osaka ♦

           SOUTH MORIOH-CHO, BORN AND RAISED,                                  ON THE PLAYGROUND                 IS WHERE I SPENT MOST OF MY DAYS

『 I’m not the prettiest you’ve ever seen, but on my good days I’m charming as fuck.  』

Independent | Semi-Selective | Ask & RP Blog for JoJo Part 4 OC Wazuka Osaka

                        We got bills to pay

                                          We got mouths to feed

                                                        Ain’t nothing in this world for free

JJBA Part 4 OC

Semi-Selective

Multi-Ship/Verse

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Business was a bit slow at the garage. Days like these didn’t happen often but, Charity was grateful when they came around. Most of the customers rolled in during the morning hours so things were quiet.So now, the mechanic just cleaned around the shop, checking inventory, even changed the oil in her aunt and uncle’s cars…twice. OK, so she may be a little bored. 

Normally on the weekends Wazuka wouldn’t even think of coming out of her house to wait up for Josuke - especially at some mechanic garage. He didn’t have a car, he didn’t even have a bike! What could he need fixing that he couldn’t fix himself. Wazuka pitied him for being attracted to her but on the off days where his intelligence doesn’t show a single sign of life; she should pity him. 

“I swear, if he’s trying to bring me along on one of his bizarre schemes-” she grumbled. 

Wazuka found the shop he was talking about and made her way in with a huff. She looked around and determined what a predictable garage it truly was. She stared at the clock on the wall and rolled her eyes at how Josuke will most likely ruin the rest of her day. Wazuka leaned her body against the wall of the shop and noticed the woman - she supposed the mechanic? 

Wazuka raised an eyebrow at the purple haired woman. Now what in the world is Josuke up to with this one. 

Flashing lights and people dancing to an up-beat song were displayed on the small café’s television. The young lady had eyes glued to it, trying to figure out at least one of the lyric words in an attempt to entertain herself, though futile it was given rain poured heavily outside. Its noise louder than the speakers could ever compete against. 

Jolyne had little to distract herlsef with, having been trapped there for long enough to be on her third latte. A quick glance through the window showed a few blurs of color passing by; unfortunate souls rushing to their respective homes, probably. Then back to sipping her hot drink and watching the colorful screen.

It wasn’t long before wet steps caught the girl’s attention, turning slightly towards their source to see another woman who seemed close to, if not, her age making way to the balcony. She had strands os wavy brown hair and striking chartreuse eyes. What struck her was a piece of paper stuck on the side of said lady’s hair. 

She considered taking it off herself, but figured that could be taken erroneously; mostly because it would be easy to spot her presence, as she was sat by the balcony. Jolyne, then, opted to tap on the other’s shoulder, quietly saying a ❛ Hey. ❜

Placing her hands in the pockets of her hoodie that smelled more familiar than she wants it to; she exhaled a sigh of exhaustion. She’s been walking the same dark lit streets for the last half hour; her outfit was drenched from the heavy rain. One of Wazuka’s many stupid decisions of not checking the weather before going out of town with no car and little money. Anything to just...step out of Morioh. Another second, I’d suffocate. She felt her cellphone vibrate, signaling the dead battery.  

She sighed again. It’s fine. 

It’s not like she’s suppose to be anywhere anyways. 

What am I doing here. 

She stood in the middle of the sidewalk as everyone passed by her with their umbrellas or coat above their heads, rushing to get to a dry area from the downpour. It was about time to get out of the rain herself, before she catches a cold. She smirked at that thought. I’m some other kind of messed up if I really wanted to feel sick to feel... She exhaled and her eyes shifted down. Something. 

Wazuka looked around the streets for a dry place to crash for a while, at least until the rain passes...maybe not even until then. She spotted a coffee shop across the street and decided to spend her time in an environment that is at least quiet - where nothing can happen. She pulled her hoodie more over her eyes and skidded across the road before anymore trafficking could block her. 

Under the awning of the shop Wazuka pulled the submerged hoodie off her body. Is it poetic that it is a literal heavy lift off her shoulders? Or just ridiculous when she stared at her reflection in the glass door and how she decided to wear a white tank top that decided to get wet in the all the right areas. Thankfully, her underwear was a color not too poignant, but she did look a little unprepared. How embarrassing if she ever decided to care about what others would think of her. 

She opened the front door with a bell jingle as her wet shoes tapped noticeably on the polished wood floor. She tried not to catch the attention of the customers or even the employees to give her a mandatory greeting; Wazuka knows she’s not in the mood to be a polite schoolgirl. Luckily she made it in time to have them in the back where she wouldn’t be brought more attention. 

Wazuka made her way to the empty balcony, hopefully away from the idle small talk and non-fat, low calorie conversations. She rang out her...boyfriends hoodie, over the balcony. Ugh. I need to stop pitying him if I’m just going to keep acting like-

Wazuka felt a sudden tap on her shoulder, and whipped herself around in surprise to find a girl - her age? Maybe older.  “Huh?” Green hair? What a real creature of the night she was. Ugh, what am I judging. She might actually like herself with it...she might actually like herself...