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Next Post How May I Help You?They say these crossroads are where the devil comes to pray. People avoid it in the daylight, sayin' that the sun is just a bit dimmer there and the air smells faintly of brimstone. At night... well... people don't talk about what goes on durin' the night.
Now, I ain't a superstitious man.  Superstitious, no... but desperate... that's a whole 'notha story. I may be shabby-lookin' but used to be a pretty damn good musician if I do say so myself. Had a promisin' career until the jealous husband of a devote fan shot me in the hand. Hard to do anything with it, nonetheless play a tune anymore but the music still calls me. It haunts my ears whenever it gets quiet in the middle of the night. That's why I'm out here in the darkness of midnight, led by the moonlight.
They say these crossroads are where the devil comes to pray, and I intend to bargain with him.
Regardless of how much you knew of your father, during this journey to attend the reading of his will, you had become quickly become acquainted with the closest friend of the Joestar family: traveling difficulties. Scheduling delays, mechanical issues, heavy turbulence, emergency landings, flat tires, blown radiators, car-jackings, train robberies; you had suffered it all. It was as if Hermes himself had been slighted and was taking it out on you, but if there had been any silver lining to this, it was that it had proven effective in weeding out a lot of the chaff. Seventy-four of you had begun this trip and now less than twenty remained.
If anyone were to ask you where you all currently were, the best you would probably come up with was "Somewhere in Texas". To be fair, this place wasn't much a town, or anything really. Just a crossroads, a bus stop, and a suspiciously modern-looking truck stop called the Junction Stop whose rustic looking sign clashed fiercely against the overall aesthetic. This would be your home for the next hour while you all waited for the bus to come. The possibilities for entertainment were boundless, such as reading the nutritional label of that local brand of gummy worms, playing the one solitary arcade machine, True Bark Hunting 17 -named because of the year, not the number of games in the series (apparently there were 36 in all if the amount of logos plastered on the side were any indication)-, or maybe wait for lone employee of the built-in sandwich shop to come back from her smoke break.
Aside from your eccentric family, there were only a handful of other people at the truck stop, two of which were a cashier and a local chit-chatting.
"Lot of folks have been passing through here lately..."
"Marge tells me it's related to Speedwagon. Her nephew used to work for them, you know. He says they're conducting an experiment out there..."
 It's probably just the company running around while they figure out who's replacing Joestar."
The next hour threatened to be a long one. Perhaps now would be a good time to get to know some of your step-siblings... or the ones left that had been stubborn enough to endure all of this with you. Either that or you could explore the truck-shop for the 16th time hoping for something new?
Looking out the window of the bus as it pulled up into the bus stop, she had the feeling that this was about as much as the middle of nowhere as a person could get. Once it pulled up and the doors opened, she stood up and placed her paperback in her travel bag. Draping it over her shoulder, she stepped out of the bus and into the hot Texas sun.
The driver of the bus also exited and went to the back where the luggage was stored. Following him there, Jinny pointed to the medium sized grey and blue suitcase, then taking it from him as he pulled it out of the compartment. Reaching inter her bag, she pulled out a wallet and handed him a 20. Though he initially refused the tip, her insistence was all to persuasive.
Pulling the wheeled suitcase behind her, she paused to look up at the sign, "Junction Stop", then looked closer at the building. It was not what she was expecting, which actually made it even more fascinating.
The trip had been a long one, as if the geographical distance between New Jersey and Texas had somehow been multiplied several times over. The plane ride to Chicago was the most harrowing one she had ever been on, yet they managed to land without crashing. From there she needed to make her way south, a trip that involved one Uber Driver who kept getting lost, and several buses inching slowly from state to state.
Whether to make the trip or not was an easy decision. She had always been curious as to whom her father was, and traveling was in her blood. It is one of the ways in which she drew inspiration for her artwork. Even now she was tempted to pull out her sketch book, yet she resisted that temptation. It was enough that she would remember this place in the future.
Entering the building, she looked around, closely taking in everything, even the conversation going on near the cash register. Glancing at the watch on her wrist, she noted the time. One hour until the next, and hopefully last bus came along.
After a short visit to the ladies restroom, Jinny made her way to the counter to see if she could get something to drink. Something cold, perhaps an Iced tea or a Lemonade, or even a Soda would do.
Note: Jinny is wearing comfortable walking shoes, casual slacks and a matching short sleeved top. Her lightweight jacket is draped over her travel bag, and her hair is tied behind her in a single pony tail.
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With the sputtering of an old, dying engine well past its time...A red pick up truck came to a stop along the road just a short distance from the stop. The owner, a balding but generally pleasant looking farmer, reached out the window and gave the door a couple slaps with his hand as a signal. "Here we are little lady....Junction Stop, middle of nowhere."
There was a shudder of movement from the back of the truck, followed by a young woman peering out over the side for a moment. Her eyes scanned the surroundings, slowly and methodically, before she turned her attention to strapping a guitar case over her shoulder. With one quick motion, she tossed her legs up and over the side...landing softly on the road.
"....Thank you....for the ride." The girl took a moment to find the words she needed. "I'm sorry, I don't have anything to pay you with."
"Awww think nuthing of it." The man boomed. "Ya sure ya wanna get off here? I could take ya to the next city."
"No...this is fine..." The girl replied quietly.
"Suit yourself then...." The driver let out a loud chuckle. "You be careful now...." He took one last look back to make sure she had her belongings, and then pulled back onto the