"Net der'ma, bitch," said a husky voice coming from behind Bruno. "This shit has 'Stand' written all over it. Not one of my daddy's either."

The girl with the wild pink dreadlocks was Corey Bratva, and she had every right to speak on the subject. After all, it was her father who had gifted her and most of the people in this town with abilities using that mysterious bow and arrow. Whether by face, name or reputation, Corey knew almost every Stand user in Pleasant Valley. She was the whos-who for the [i]Boomtown Rats[/i], so to speak. And even she'd never seen anything like this.

She knelt and balled a little bit of the wet sand in her hand, rolling it around to see how it felt. She didn't like it. It was coarse, rough, irritating... and it got everywhere. Corey stuck out her tongue. Without warning she summoned her Stand to help her and hurled the dirt ball out to sea like a pitcher aiming high. A a few hundred feet out, the blob crashed against the rough ocean waves, distinegrating into the water. 

Corey brushed the sand off on her leather jacket. 

"Ughh, this guy's scent is all over the beach too. Is he seriously this roided out or is he just like one of those CSI dipshits who likes to cum all over the victim's furniture or something?"