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[27 Sep 2005|12:57pm] |
Who: Greg
Where: Message on voicemail.
When: After everything that has occured.
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Hey Greg, it's Jo. I was thinking maybe if you wanted we could get a chance to, I don't know, get together or something? I've got a couple things I wouldn't mind telling you and I also wanted to see what was up with you. Uh, yeah, that sounds good. So yeah, call me or what ever and let me know what you think. Okay, well, I'll talk to you later. Peace.
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[09 Aug 2005|01:34pm] |
Who: Greg
Where: Hospital
When: After everything.
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One of the girls in Joanna's group had mentioned at one of their meetings about a man named Greg Sanders who was staying at the Hospital after small kidnapping thing that was all over the news. Joanna, who usually never watched TV, had watched each news station to hear about everything that was going on. Media's such a bitch sometimes isn't it?
After that, Joanna immediately set off to the Hospital because even though she and Greg did not know each that long, she still felt as though she had made at least one friend and she felt that she needed to at least see him. That would be the nice thing to do.
She stepped into the hospital and asked for Greg's room and sure enough, in minutes, she was there. Joanna gave a small knock on the door and was suprised to see that it was actually slight open and she pushed it further until she saw him and she smiled softly.
"Hey."
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[05 Aug 2005|11:30pm] |
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What: Random Update
Weeks later and Joanna found herself lying on her stomach on her bed staring out the window, her hair tied loosely in a pony tail. Her pet cat was curled up besides her as the distant sound of her CD player moved throughout her room. Her school book was waiting for it's attention but Joanna couldn't think about school right now. All she could think about was how she was not keeping up with her plans. Her plans on killing those fucking bastards that betrayed their women. She felt sick, horrible and responsible for all now and it was eating at her insides.
She glanced at her phone and realized that she really had no one to call to even talk to. Not even to have a normal conversation. Her only friend was murdered and now she was left with strangers.
Strangers.
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[10 Jun 2005|10:30am] |
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Who: Greg
Where: Telephone Call
When: After everything.
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Days past and Joanna found herself sitting on her chair, curled up, staring out her apartment window. She watched the people walk by, each having an expression of their own as they chatted about unknown promises and she sighed.
Joanna knew if she wanted to play the part her she would need to call Greg asking him what the hell was going on when she knew damn well what was.
She peeled herself off from her chair and grabbed her phone book before finding the Miami-Dade Crime Lab and giving them a call, requesting for a Mr. Greg Sanders. Immediately she was given his cell phone number and she thanked them before hanging up.
Joanna wasted no time calling Greg.
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[02 Jun 2005|05:15pm] |
Who: Joey
Where: A Park a couple of blocks down from her apartment.
When: After Greg and Speed leave.
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Joanna's blood was boiling with rage. It was one thing that Speed came off as an ass to her but the fact that Greg was there questioning her as well made the blood boil. Joanna knew that two murders would catch the attention of CSI's but she never thought they'd be so quick on getting to her place.
How fucking stupid was she? Carrying her ID card like that?
She wanted to take her head and bang it against the brick wall but instead she tightened her grip on the book bag she was holding. Inside was everything from Kathleen and her playboy boyfriend. Letters, pictures, tapes, etc. She wanted to pretend that their relationship never existed and by making sure of that she knew the perfect way to destroy it.
Fire.
Joanna made her way towards the corner of the park near the small pond where she placed the book bag down. (No one ever came back here so she didn't mind). She pulled the lighter out from her pocket and stared down at the bag. Her eyes were brimming with small tears of hurt before she beant over and lit the bag on fire and watched in amazement. There goes the life that Kathleen never had to live.
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[25 May 2005|08:23pm] |
Who: Speed and Greg (..I'm sure that's it)
Where: Joanna's Apartment
When: After they found evidence that she is a suspect.
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Joanna's apartment was paid not only by herself but also from the help of her generous parents. After she had dropped out from College and decided that joining groups in the area, her parents believed that she was still doing good and school was no longer needed.
As if every parent felt like that.
After he last murder, the revenge for the girls were in full progress and after each murder, Joanna felt better and better.
Joanna was about to grab herself a glass of water when a knock at her door called her and she set the glass down before walking over to her apartment front door and opening it. "Hello?"
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[23 May 2005|10:20am] |
Joanna stared down at the paper, the names of numerous innocent victim's awaited for their revenge. A delicate finger traced along the names, each one telling a history of their own. She felt the anger build deep inside her stomach as she swallowed hard, her narrowed eyes scanning the names. Too many victims. Too many times she would get her hands dirty. All because of Kathleen's fate.
Danielle Roberts -- Sexually abused by her brother.
The anger grew stronger as she read another name.
Cassie Branch -- Abused by her boyfriend every day.
All these names were beginning to come into one. One victim who called out the same cry, "revenge" and Joanna knew that in order for these girls to live in peace, she'd have to help.
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It's late at night and Joanna is standing behind her car, her arms crossed securely across her chest. She was waiting for Danielle's brother to leave his class before she'd follow him and try to drive the son of a bitch off the road.
She glanced down at her watch before looking up at the doors. With waited breath, the bell rang and the students poured out from the structure, talking away as they are finished with their last class for the day. Her eyes quickly find Danielle's brother, Ben, who is waving goodbye to his group of friends before making his way over to his car, a couple of cars down from Joanna's.
Once he was in his car, and out onto the road, she followed. Sometimes she'd keep her distance but for the most part, she flashed her lights. Everytime she flashed her lights, she caught his eye in the rearview mirror looking questionably at her. The only response she gave him was a smirk on her lips.
She continued to follow before she realized that if she wanted to complete this revenge plan of hers, she'd need to take action. With one quick move of the foot, she pressed hard against the gas pedal as she drove onto the other lane so her car was right next to Ben's. Panic struck him as he gave a quick glance at Joanna. She was already a step ahead of him and before he could react to her sudden movements, she turned the wheel quickly and rammed her car right into his.
In desperate attempt at taking control of his car, Joanna smacked into him again and the car flipped and flipped and flipped down the hill, until it finally came to a stop at the tree. She parked her car to the side of the road before quickly making her way down the hill, the wind tugging at her hair. Joanna pulled the small knife out from her pocket and put gloves on before pulling the car door open and etching into Ben's skin, "No soul of high estate can take pleasure in slander. It betrays a weakness" before taking off back towards her car and driving off.
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[14 May 2005|01:56pm] |
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Who: Greg
Where: Coffee Shop
Joanna loved coffee shops more than anything. She loved to go there because not many people usually found her there and when they did, they didn't bother to come up to her. A girl of many problems is what she had been known as.
When she had entered the small coffee shop, she was immediately greeted with peace and smell of freshly brewed coffee. She made her way over to the registar and ordered herself a chocolate chip muffin and a cup of coffee before making her way to the small table in the corner of the shop. Joanna took a seat and got herself comfortable as she stared silently out the window. Sometimes she'd just sit there and watch as people walked by and sometimes she'd sit there and read.
Today she'd just watch.
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[09 May 2005|08:30pm] |
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Joanna could remember the day as if it was yesterday.
Her best friend, Kathleen Owens was raped by a guy from a fucking playboy. Joanna tried her best to comfort her friend, tried her best to be there when she needed the help but it was not enough.
April 14th, 2005 Kathleen Owens committed suicide.
The anger that had built up inside Joanna could not be described. Her grades in her College classes immediately began to drop and her interests in certain activites declined. Joanna Conair was losing the battle that was being fought inside of her.
Soon, she began to ask girls on campus if they have ever been mistreated, abused or raped by a guy and soon she had two papers filled with names.
Revenge sounded so sweet.
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The first killing was done this morning. She had followed Tobius Portman to his soccer practice as she grabbed her scissors out from her bookbag and slit her arm before doing the same to her cheek. Joanna also tore some of her clothing and smothered herself in dirt before grabbing her water bottle and wetting her eyes.
Hey, she needed to look like she needed help.
"Excuse me!" She called after him. "I need some help!"
And the killing took place. She had plunged her scissors deep into his chest before grinning down at him as she watched him bleed to death. Joanna had placed a cloth over his mouth so he could not scream for help and once he had passed, she wrote, in black permament marker; "Ten years ago she split the air To seize what she could spy Tonight she bumps against a chair, Betrayed by milky eye. She seems to pant, Time up, time up! My little dog must die, And lie in dust with Hector's pup; I So, presently, must I." before she took his body and threw it into the pond.
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