Joanna is a bit old school. Jo or Joa is fine.

Joanna Sargent Hunter for Hire 35

[calla-dowling]

Today was the first time Calla had left her apartment since returning home from hospital. Her broken arm was completely healed and the lacerations on her abdomen would only need a couple more days. The explosion had stirred a lot of emotions in Calla, including ones about her arrest that she’d been attempting to ignore. It all had Calla feeling rather overwhelmed and vulnerable. The only reason she’d come out at all is because she’d become fed up of being stuck indoors, Calla had always been an outdoorsy person. She was fine, at least she thought she was until someone started following her. Speeding up Calla felt her heart begin to race as it became harder to breathe. Having to stop Calla watched as her ‘stalker’ walked right on by paying no attention to her at all. Finally able to catch her breath Calla jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

[joanna-sargent]

“You know, you think one such as yourself would be able to pick out the ones that are actually following you. I think you ought to work on this a bit more,” Joanna said, raising a hand to tap her own nose.

[hunter-in-the-pack]

“I’m okay… I promise.” Xavier replied in his normal gruff voice. He still didn’t look the best, but that was neither here nor there to the werewolf. To him, it was surprising that he even needed surgery for that collapsed lung. However, he was glad to have it working properly after everything. He was also grateful that the surgery meant that he didn’t have to have that damn breathing tube anymore. “Just please forgive me if I forgot about somethings… I had a pretty bad concussion.”

[joanna-sargent]

“Hm... I suppose you also conveniently forgot you said you’d buy me, oh, a Bugatti? A property Upstate? Sound familiar?” 

[julesxdonovan-blog]

She had been through huge family feuds that caused the occasional fights. But an attack on a large crowd of people? Never. It was what had scared her more than words. It scared her that one day, she wouldn’t be so lucky to make it through alive. Live each day as if you were dying was what she once heard. And she did that.  A small groan escaping her lips, she closed the book she had been reading on the park bench. After a few days of not leaving her house, getting some fresh air was needed. Seeing someone approach her, she looked up. “If you’re here to talk about what happened, then just save it. And pick a different topic.”

[joanna-sargent]

“Yeah, listen, chill. Just wanted to ask if you could scoot over so I could sit on the other end of the bench for a spell.”

[maddoxdeluca]

“Please tell me you’re here to break me out.” Calypso spoke as soon as she heard the door to her room open, not even caring who it was –doctor or friend. She had gone insane already from bedrest and instead had been worried sick about her mother Chrisjen and the rest of her siblings. Truthfully the list of whom she was worried about could replace her blankets, but she hadn’t told anyone of her worries. She had been told countless of times to look after herself but how could she when all of her friends and family were either injured, near death or missing? “I don’t care if you have to put me in a barrel to do so I just… Need to get out. 

[joanna-sargent]

The huntress snorted. “Yeah, sure, and when your mom gets back I’m sure she’d be so thrilled to hear you were climbing out your hospital window in nothing but your dressing gown.” 

[joanna-sargent]

One second everything had been fine, the next had Joa blinking in a daze, thrown several yards from where she had last stood, a thousand points of pain screaming on the side of her arm and face that weren’t pressed into the dirt. Sound rung in an drawn out echo in her ears as she assessed the injuries to her body. It didn’t feel like anything major had happened to her spine or neck, so Joa slowly rolled onto her back, desperate to breathe heavily but as she blinked to take in her surroundings, with all the smoke and dust from the explosion in the air, perhaps that wasn’t the smartest of decisions. Coughing, Joa pushed herself up to a sitting position with the arm that didn’t feel like a thousand tiny daggers were littered into it. Looking down, Joa saw that dozens of glass shards had dug into her skin, and judging by the similar pain and sticky wetness she was feeling on her face, she bore similar wounds there as well. 

Of course the one night she didn’t bother with wearing her leather jacket she’d pay for that. Thankfully, the canvas pants she had warn had done her some good and apart from a few particularly stubborn pieces of glass that had persisted through the fabric. 

Well, she couldn’t just sit around here could she? Gritting her teeth, Joa went about getting what glass she could get out of her skin in a quick and efficient fashion. It hurt like hell, yes, but it wasn’t as painful as she’d had previously. In a few minutes, the bandages that had been wrapped around her legs as part of her costume now served a functional purpose, bandaging up the worst of the wounds that she could deal with at the moment. She knew she likely still had a number of pieces of glass deep in her skin, but they’d have to stay there for now -- she wasn’t about to sit there any longer. 

No, she had other priorities. Whether she came across someone that needed help or killing first, well, her objectives would change when she got there. Finally on her feet, she was only just unbuckling her gun from her thigh holster when she heard the crunch of glass and a groan from around the corner of an out building not far from her. 

Gun drawn, the orange nib on the barrel clearly a useless accessory, Joa cautiously rounded the corner. “Who’s there?” She asked, voice clear and strong despite the pain and smoke in her lungs. Friend or foe, she’d find out soon enough. 

[joanna-sargent]

cj-rhodes:

It was chaos. She’d seen it before, she’d lived through it overseas but that was amongst of sea of other trained soldiers, of people who started every day like it would be their last– like they were marching to the gates of hell and might very well never come back from it. But these people? They were fodder, they were covered in ash and dust and barely making a coherent word as screams ripped from their mouths in panic. Everyone was scrambling away but CJ caught sight of bodies– bodies that weren’t struggling to get up just…there. Stakes in some, bullet wounds in others and she looked around, keen eyes doing their best against the smog that had overtaken the fairgrounds before she saw a light shine through the darkness, a single red light flickering once and then twice…a signal. The hunter spun in place, warning the first person she saw, “get down!” 

Joa had barely started to approach the eldest Rhodes before she immediately dropped to the ground, rolling as the sounds of some sort of projectile thudded against the splintered walls of an abandoned food stand behind her -- probably some sort of dart given the lack of gunshot. Her gun was drawn and aimed into the darkness, the pain in her left arm suddenly meaningless as her eyes trained on two flickering red dots. A bit far for the range of a handgun, but Joa was a damned good shot and had made trickier shots than that before. “Alright, Miss Law Enforcement will I get a citation if I take a shot or two?” 

[joanna-sargent]

polar-bear-patisserie:

Rosalie stood in the fairgrounds. She was thankful for the vampire that helped her, but she didn’t know what to do. Her wrist was hurting and her mind was spinning. There was so much screaming and panicking going on. However, she didn’t want to go to the hospital. She couldn’t take care of herself until she knew everyone was safe. Her mind was on three people in particular: Addison, Forrest, and Arthur. She didn’t care what happened to wrist right now. Rosalie knew it was probably broken, but she needed to know that her siblings were okay. She couldn’t lose another one. She couldn’t do it. Why had she been so stupid? Why did she spread out from them? Why didn’t she stay with Addison? A broken wrist will heal, but if she lost one of them tonight… She couldn’t think about it. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to figure out what to do. How would she find them in this? She was injured. She was small and could get trampled again. The brunette had never felt so weak.

After picking herself up off the ground and reaching a sense of clear headedness about her enough to get to her feet, Joa combed the fairgrounds with one hand ever present on the grip of the gun strapped to her thigh, her eyes bright with a razer sharp focus that she generally reserved for her hunts. Hell, as far as she was concerned, this was certainly on the damn same scale. People were screaming and panicking in the most disorganized fashion, running this way and that, and yet her eyes caught on the stock still figure of a young woman shaking in place. One of the Vales. Of course it was. Fuck.

Joanna beelined for her and bent slightly to catch her eyes, “Hey, look at me,” she said, her voice steady and firm. “I understand you’re probably in shock and in a lot of pain right now, but you need to keep your eyes up and be alert. Panic later -- getting out of here and getting that wrist seen to should be the top of your priorities right now. You’re no use to your family if you’re just blubbering in your pain and not doing anything about your present situation, got it?” In situations like these there was no sugar-coating coming from Joa. “Scale of one to ten, how bad is your wrist?”

[redfield5x5]

[joanna-sargent]

selinebcrdeaux:

“You are definitely missing out, because it is quite possibly the best thing here tonight.”

“Oh I might have to argue with you on that, the candid cam feed from the haunted house is quite entertaining.” 

[joanna-sargent]

calxrhodes: 

“Sounds like her – would have been hilarious if she and Kels went dressed as Artemis and Apollo, though maybe I’m biased.”  She laughed, shrugging her shoulders whilst innocently bashing her eyelashes. "Is that what it says in the huntress manual? I might need to read it.” 

“Anything to get you the rest of your pantheon -- I’m thinking next year you need to campaign for that a little harder,” Joanna said with a laugh, reaching over to lock an arm with one of Calypso’s. “Of course there is -- your mom didn’t tell you about it? Tch, I’ll have to sit down with your mom to have a chat about that,” the huntress said with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. There wasn’t actually a manual, but Joanna was half-convinced she needed to put one together now, just for the amusement factor.

[valeriehuntington-deactivated20]

Walking through the front gates of the corn maze, Valerie’s heart was pumping with excitement. Halloween was her favourite time of year. While everyone found joy in becoming someone else for the night, the blonde relished in the freedom to be herself. Even if she was disguised by a cheesy mask, it was the one time of year that Val could bear her fangs or claws at anyone she wanted, and they wouldn’t be frightened. They’d be impressed. 

Wandering past the seemingly endless walls of corn in solitude for what felt like hours, Valerie was almost relieved to catch the scent of someone else near her. She tracked it for a few minutes until she rounded a bend and almost collided head first with the owner. Peering through her mask, she couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh, it’s you.” She started, before noticing her company’s costume. “What the hell are you supposed to be?”

[joanna-sargent]

“Lara Croft. Less emphasis on the bomb-shell Angelina Jolie and more on the  practicality video-game slash Vikander. How’s all that latex treating you Miss Kyle?” 

[dcrlingg-blog]

“I’m dressed as a vampire of course.” Darling said as they looked at the person who asked, flashing a fanged smile. By vampire, they meant they were wearing their everyday clothes with the edition of a cape that fell from their shoulders. “So am I the only one just waiting for something to go terribly wrong?”

[joanna-sargent]

“Why do you think I chose such a practical costume?” A gun with a casual orange tip glued on, a mostly functional bow and arrows, sensible shoes and a costume reflecting from a more practical aspect of Lara Croft. There was no way she’d waltz into such a high profile venue without some sort of protection. 

[augustus-quincey]

“Okay, so knowing that you’re a hunter,” Augustus started, standing next to Joa at the bar. “I have to ask. Did you bring a real gun with you as part of your costume or did you get a fake? It’s been bugging me ever since I spotted it. I mean it’s a very clever way of bringing weapons with you.” 

@joanna-sargent 

[joanna-sargent]

The huntress grinned. “Well, if it were a real weapon it’d be easy enough to pluck that orange nub off a fake and glue it on the barrel easy enough, wouldn’t it? All theoretically, of course.” She gave him a wink, it wasn’t exactly the smartest thing to go blatantly declaring she was carrying in such a public setting, but after the recent events that surrounded NYC’s supernatural community, it’d be stupid of her to not be carrying something. Even the bow and arrows she was carrying were functional to a certain degree. 

[joanna-sargent]

calxrhodes:

“Next year – I’ll ask one of the Tallis girls to get me a powder to hex them – Probably Kennedy. I’m sure she’ll find the idea on it’s own a hoot.” She chuckled, more so at the idea of being caught on a surprise photo. “I should practice my ‘sexy punching face’ don’t you think?”

Joanna laughed softly, “That’s one of the twins, right? I think I met her briefly a while back when my neighbor burnt down my kitchen. And please, like we would need to practice such a thing. I feel like that belongs in the official huntress skill set line up between sardonic comebacks and sharp shooting.”

[joanna-sargent]

calxrhodes: 

“Really? Because I almost decided to go as Hera and planned to tell every couple – namely the guy – to be faithful or else I would curse their ass.” Though that would require way too much talking and she kind of envisioned something else that would define ‘having fun.’ “Let us try not to punch them. THey’d wake up in November, not knowing what happened to them.” 

Joanna laughed at her and shook her head. “Aw, Mei Mei, don’t tease -- I can’t believe you passed that up. Next year maybe? I’d pay to see that. Too bad you aren’t a witch so you could literally hex some of them. And as far as the potentially lethal punches, that would make good stories -- can you imagine that being caught on one of those surprise photo op spots?”

[selinebcrdeaux]

“The haunted house and corn maze will have to wait. All of this food is calling my name,” she said the words in a sing-song voice. From the very moment she walked into the event, she’d already gotten food for herself. “Please tell me you’ve tried the caramel apple.”

[joanna-sargent]

“I’m generally not about getting caramel stuck in my teeth, so I’ll pass on that.” 

[maddoxdeluca]

“The amount of times somebody asked me to smite them can no longer be counted on two hands. I can’t even be mad they got the wrong deity.” Because who didn’t appreciate being complimented for their costume? Thank goodness she knew her way around a sowing machine. “So where are we going? Hay ride? Haunting house?” 

[joanna-sargent]

“Don’t be ridiculous darling, you look lovely regardless which goddess they interpret you as. Lets go for that haunted house -- lets see if they’re actually good enough this year that they might provoke a couple of hunters into a stray reactionary punch or two.”