marine - - {open}
Marine biology in and of itself is nothing that Jotaro sees himself in taking interest in. He held very little interest in the biological aspect of sea life— his interests were much more veered towards the mechanical. Freighters, ships, motor-driven fishing boats; those were what primarily interested him at the time. A time before he finds himself stuck in a closed room academy. What a time that was. A more innocent time where Stands and the like were still an unknown to him. When he lived a relatively average life. In other words, a simpler time.
All that is behind him, now. Temporarily so. The incentive for escape never leaves the teenager’s mind. Keeping that goal constant with the lack of positive feedback proves to be more difficult than Jotaro initially believed. The constant reminders of this school’s terrible mindset, their inability to maintain a stiff upper lip and to keep their heads up and live to expect some sort of hope for the future. That’s the ideal that Jotaro will cling to. He’ll cling to it until his dying breath. No, even in death, he will cling to it. The toxic pack mindset will not affect Jotaro.
Already the delinquent-like has gotten his experiences of the other classrooms and activities. The vast majority did not hold much “replayability” for Jotaro. Rec room gets boring. Library gets boring. Every other room is boring. The sixth floor is all he had left to look around. There aren’t many rooms there— save for the courts, where he has already given a few lessons in demonstration towards the ages old sport of dodge ball. The economics room and the aquarium were among the rooms he had yet to visit. For the sake of interest (sewing isn’t exactly something Jotaro would find interest in), he decided to trail into the aquarium.
Yet another subject Jotaro did not show much initial interest in. Green eyes were unable to stay focused on one particular tank. Fish. Fish. More fish. Just fish. Some bigger than others— bigger. Bigger. A bigger tank.
A bigger tank— a bigger tank Jotaro fixated his gaze on. Nostalgic. He can see ocean fish swimming candidly in their exhibit— big and small, tightly knit in their corresponding schools. The backdrop depicted the much bigger variety of ocean life— whales, sharks, gigantic rays and the like. A depiction of oceanic harmony not unlike that of a ragtag team with common goals. In a sense, the fish were exactly that— a team with a common goal: survival. Survival in their artificial environment. How nice. The environment itself worked so hard on emulating their natural environment. They all look so happy, unaware of how trapped they are, denied their freedom of the open seas.
Happy. How funny. Washed over with varying streams of blue, he stood before the tank. The aquarium’s typical solitude benefit him well. Familiar faces coming in to see him with a softer shell would be a little less than beneficial for him; not because he doesn’t want to look soft, but because his budding interests are something he’s a little embarrassed about.
For an artist, the aquarium was a key place of interest. Marine life that never, many of whom had unique shapes. It allowed him to expand his creativity, to come up with ideas based on the unique shapes of the fish that swam about.
At this point, he was about finished here, however. Glancing down at a freshly inked image, Rohan lifted his gaze to the tank before him, watching the fish go on about their business. Funny, they seemed so carefree. Not plagued by thoughts, not like humans. ... Maybe one more sketch, one more-- No. He hears footsteps, now. There goes his private Rohan time.
As he turned to glance at the newcomer, his brows lifted. It was the man from the trial, the one who had seemed so detached, yet had something that interested Rohan greatly. This man was a fellow Stand-user, something he did not expect within the school's walls. His arrival and his ability set up a whole new playing field for Rohan Kishibe.
Because of this, he was quick to turn on his heel as he approached the taller man, his head lifted as he aimed for eye contact.
"You, again." His hands now on his hips, Rohan frowned up at Jotaro. The other student seemed at peace. Oh well. Jotaro stepped in on his peace, he'll step in on Jotaro's. "I didn't know there were any more Stand-users at Hope's Peak. What's your deal?"
