Ebbot City had always been a unique place. People from all walks of life lived within the metropolis' reaches. 

One of these people was a certain (h/c) haired, (e/c) eyed individual known as (Y/n) (L/n)-- a youth of 20 who had just recently received a hefty amount of cash from their deceased uncle. 

'Not that I had seen him since I was twelve,' you thought to yourself as you made your way to your then current student apartment. "Why do I even need to go to college to study something I don't enjoy? Yeah, a job that can pay good money is important, but your lifelong happiness is of even bigger importance, no?" The flapping birds and passing cars gave no answer. 

It was around five in the afternoon and the air was starting to become colder as the sun creeped closer to the edge of the world. You were right on the border of the commercial and residential sectors of town. This spot in particular had some wonderfully wacky buildings. Most of them, unlike the normal, comfortable houses of the residential area or the large skyscrapers of the industrial and commercial districts, were a mixture of both. Families would usually have a business on the bottom story and live on the top floor. 

Maybe now could be a good time to start house hunting...

"Who am I kidding?" A breeze blew past, picking up grime and cleaning the world like some underpaid janitor. "I might as well find something else to spend the money on..."

'Crash!'

Two pigeons flapped their wings in a sudden flurry to get away when a noise startled both them and you. It came from behind the concrete wall to your left. 

Your eyes found an opening in the fence just in front of you. Running to it, you squeezed through the clipped wire. The ruckus never ceased; it sounded like someone was moving some cans around. Rounding the corner, your gaze landed on a very colourful image. 

Before you laid multiple paint cans of multiple sizes and colours-- the contents of several spread out in bright puddles on the ground. 

"What the heck...?" 

There's another 'clank' to your right. A head pops out from under a pile. A pink and teal coloured head.

"Oh gosh! Are you alright?" You hurried over and helped the young woman onto her feet. She looked at you through her paint-covered glasses, then at the cans, then back at you. She nodded. 

"What happened?" you asked.

"I tripped," came her short and simple response. 'She's obviously not much of a talker...' 

"What are you doing here anyway? Do you live here?" You looked around. You were standing in a courtyard behind one of the larger of the half-commercial-half-residential buildings. The pavement was cracked, allowing some small flowers space to stick their heads out. Some windows were broken; the walls were chipped; the fence was rusted...

And there was the biggest, most amazing mural you had ever seen splayed out on the brick canvas. 

It became apparent why so many cans of paint were needed. The large design sported many colourful elements which all came together to form a city scene like none you have ever seen. Red, blue and purple skyscrapers reached for an orange sun. Vines and ivy wound up their sides; seeming to be held sturdy by the lilies, roses, irises and buttercups at their feet. Abstract shapes walked by-- their silhouettes framed by a neon colour each. 

Dumbfounded, you take a step back to admire the piece of art. "Did you do this?" 

The woman nodded. 

"This is amazing! Do you create art for a living?" You hold your chin, looking the painting over again like some critic. 

"No. I'd like to though. I just wish there were more  opportunities," she took off her glasses and wiped them in a futile attempt to see a bit better. "We all do." 

"We?" 

She nodded again. "Artists; dancers, singers, chefs..." 

This had you thinking. 

You scanned the area once again. From the painting to the building, to the courtyard, the fence and the city beyond. What if...? 

"Hey, what if you had a place to live out your passions? A studio of sorts." 

The woman frowned. "There aren't any studios in Ebbot City."

You smiled. "Not yet." You stuck your hand out towards her. "I'm (Y/n) (L/n), and I have some money I have no idea what to do with." 

She clasped your hand in hers. "I'm Jojo." You shook hands, the first step to a great friendship. 

A gale blew. The sun's orange rays were blocked out by the towering peak of Mt. Ebbot as it set. The winds of change would bring an interesting new future.