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May. 29th, 2017 11:08 pmPlayer information
Name: Lil
Contact: pierette at plurk
Are you 18 or over? yes
Other characters played: Lydia Bennet
Character information
Name: Johanna Mason
Age: 21ish
Date of Birth: 19th January
Canon: Hunger Games
Species: Werewolf.
Johanna is obviously a human in canon, but I have chosen to au her as a werewolf. She’s going to be a natural born werewolf, rather than a bite victim. She had her curse activated through the Hunger Games – more on that later! AUing her as a werewolf just instinctively felt right. She’s instinctive, she’s very grounded and she holds absolutely no illusions about the world around her. Like a wolf, she’s very much connected to her home. I also thought the pack mentality would challenge Johanna and add an extra element to her internal fight against herself.
Role: To wind everyone else up.
Ideally, Johanna wouldn’t want to join a faction. She’s been there, done it and got the scars to prove it.
Forced into it, the East End Pack would be an obvious choice for Johanna. She would be resistant to the idea of belonging to a pack as she struggles with being close to anybody, but as the main werewolf pack in London, it makes sense.
Another choice for her would be the Hillingdon clan, as the loose structure would be something she craved. I think she’d gravitate towards Hillingodon if just so that she didn’t have to be a pack member.
Wherever she ends up placed, her skillset and consequently her potential role, probably will remain the same. She is a good tracker, and skilled at murdering people. She’ll be a good assassin for the pack, and probably work up to be a protector of some sort. She just doesn’t want to do it. She’s sick of it all.
Rank: She doesn’t even want to be part of a pack, let alone a high ranking member. She’s a level 1, reluctant hanger-on at best.
Background:
Johanna was brought up in a werewolf clan in Delamere Forest. Their existence to the humans was completely unknown. To other clans, Johanna’s was known by it’s ancient moniker of District 7 (D7). Although outings to the cinema, parks and shopping centers were a regular feature of the clan’s life, the children, were cautious not to make friends with humans. They were home educated, with their education focusing on life skills needed to live with their curse as well as academia. Delamere Forest played a massive part in their education: Johanna learned how to navigate in a forest, to track, hunt and basic survival skills. Johanna learned how to use an axe, and her physical skills increased as she grew older. Folk tales about werewolves in the woods were rife throughout North England, but nothing had ever been proven.
Soon after Johanna’s 19th birthday, D7 was discovered. Years previous, a human, nicknamed Snow for his bleached hair, had witnessed his girlfriend’s murder by a werewolf. Absolutely distraught, and fully believing in the supernatural now, he vowed to rid England of its werewolf problem. He researched, and discovered the larger supernatural community, as well as a number of different werewolf clans. Knowing from experience about how powerful the clans were, Snow appealed to the vampires, swapping the promise of blood for manpower. When he approached D7 then, he was not alone. Vampires and humans stood together, united in their fear and irrational hatred of werewolves.
There was carnage. Many of the families managed to run: mothers fled with their young children to hide within the human society. Most of the men stayed to fight. Johanna wanted to stay too: she was close to her father and didn’t want to see the family separated. Despite her mother’s pleas, Johanna ran into the woodland to hide. She stayed there three or four days before emerging once more. She found her home in ruins, the vampires gone, their appetite for wolf blood quenched, and only a few men, both human and wolf, still there.
The first man she killed was an accident, kind of. He had spotted her and charged at her: she seized the nearest sharp thing, an axe, and swung it. His blood spattered across Johanna. Johanna felt bile rise, but swallowed it down. It was not the time to show weakness. She moved forward, looking for her dad: she presumed her mum and brother had got away – at least until she stumbled on the drained corpse of her brother. From there, Johanna saw red. Still clutching her axe, she went hunting.
She killed two more humans before she was captured by Snow’s thugs, disarmed and thrown into an oversized dog cage. Although Johanna protested and tried to escape, the fact remained that she was a non-transformed werewolf and relatively tiny compared to the thugs who had seized her. She was taken away without further ado.
She ended up on an isolated farm. There, she learned a little more about Snow. Beside his determination to seek revenge on the werewolf clans, Snow was also involved in drug running, which had allowed him to build up the fortunes needed to buy an isolated farm, and to gain followers. Dragged from the cage, Johanna was bound and dragged before Snow, who wanted to know everything, from her name and her clan and her parentage, to how murder felt. Johanna snapped short answers full of expletives, or gave none at all. She questioned the man’s actions, but he didn’t grant her an answer. Johanna was taken away.
Johanna spent a period of time locked in the farm house, in the dogs’ cage, force-fed wolfsbane. She could feel herself weakening. After several months, she was moved to a barn, and locked in another cage. She found that other werewolves were locked in too. As they began to talk, Johanna began to get a sense of what Snow was up to. Snow didn’t see the werewolves as human. They were lesser beings, disgusting and frightening, who needed caging and controlling, and who could provide fantastic entertainment. To reinforce this, Johanna had a microchip with a vetinary registration on it forcibly implanted in her arm. And then she learned of her fate. Dog fights. Pitbull vs pitbull. Werewolf vs werewolf. Pitbull vs werewolf. Johanna, known for her ruthless determination to stay alive, and for her skill with an axe, quickly became a favourite. Snow watched carefully, taking bets on the winners as he did so. Despite being a sideline interest, he found that it satisfied his lust for revenge, and brought in a tidy profit from the thugs he invited to watch.
Johanna shut her mind off to everything. After a while, sexual services were required of her, but she refused. This led to Snow revealing her parents being kept alive. Her continued refusal resulted in them being mauled to death by a few pitbulls whilst Johanna was forced to watch.
This settled Johanna’s determination to seek revenge on Snow. As controlled as she was, she was unable to escape, though she attempted it. Meanwhile, another werewolf, a girl often paired with Johanna for fights, managed to get out. Snow suspected Johanna of helping. Cattle prods and shock collars were used to torture her to submission: her head was shaved and she was doused with water in an attempt to make her give in. She refused. But the one escapee was enough: she alerted the police. Johanna, half dead, was saved from the barn. In the confusion, Snow escaped, though many of the gang members were arrested. After a stint in hospital, Johanna was released into protective custody. She had developed an addiction to her painkillers and a phobia of water from her time in the barn. Without her parents, and unable to go after Snow alone, she didn’t want to return to Delamere so decided to start again in London.
(word count: 986)
Personality:
On first impression, Johanna is a difficult character to like. Her reputation as a ferocious and calculating killer makes people who know of her history wary of her. Johanna plays up to this: she is stand offish to those she doesn’t know. She’s not one to make idol chat or exchange pleasantries.
Johanna is direct, and tends to speak her mind, often in an aggressive manner, regardless of the consequences for doing this. Her bluntness has led to her family being executed, herself being held in disdain by almost everyone she is known to, and probably helped to prolong the torture she suffered at Snow’s hands. Johanna is acerbic: nearly every other sentence out of her mouth contains an insult. In ‘Catching Fire’, she refers to Wiress as ‘Nuts’, and goes out of her way to make sure Katniss knows Johanna hates her for the sob story she’s pushing to the public. She can be seen as unnecessarily blunt or cruel: she definitely gets a kick out of antagonizing people with inappropriate behaviour or remarks. For example, she is the first to start joking about the torture she and Peeta endured, much to every one else’s horror.
Johanna will quite often go out of her way to antagonize those that she doesn’t like; in the trilogy, this is showcased when she strips off in front of another rebel. She also directly antagonizes Snow, from shouting out about his hypocrisy to her derision about the Games.
She gives the impression that she doesn’t care about anything, and indeed, she confesses to another rebel that she’s not afraid of Snow, as he’s destroyed everyone she loves. Free from his hold, she’s allowed herself to be bolder than the other people in the syndicate can be. In a way, though, this is an act. Johanna pushes this image of not caring because she doesn’t want to care. The loss of her family has burned Johanna deeper than she would let anybody know, and she doesn’t want to feel the same way again. By keeping people at arm’s length, she feels a little more protected against their inevitable deaths. In a way, it’s protecting them, too. Johanna, although furious at Snow for executing her family, shoulders some of the blame herself too. She loathes showing vulnerability lest it be exploited, and she won’t often talk about her feelings other than anger, beyond making a black joke about them. She is quite determined to survive in the criminal underworld, despite the obvious problem that another rebel before anyone, is supposed to live. She fights ruthlessly for her life, and openly envies the support that other characters manage to gain with their less antagonistic personality.
Johanna is quite determined, though, that Snow, will not beat her. She retreats into a dark humour: she quite genuinely finds her inappropriate remarks funny. She refuses to cooperate with the syndicate, and despite her family’s executions, she ends even more determined to fight for revenge. She absolutely refuses sympathy, and feeds off the anger that Snow has built inside her. She is absolutely stubborn and will completely refuse to give in to anything she disagrees with, or even her feelings. Even when she feels like she’s falling apart, she will plaster a smile on her face and go out partying, just to spite everyone.
Johanna is a very goal oriented person. Unlike many of the other characters from her canon, she refuses to be a pawn in someone else’s plan. She makes her own choices, for better or for worse, and she refuses to be dictated to. She’s driven by thoughts of revenge, and this empowers her to fight for her freedom. Even being pushed back into a death fight has it’s uses: Johanna realized that Snow can control where she is, but not what she says or thinks, and she uses the (criminally) national platform he has given her to fan the sparks of rebellion she had already lit within the other victors, and even in Snow’s closest supporters by slyly questioning his motivation for putting the Victors, beloved in the syndicate, back in the games.
Johanna is sly and calculating. It’s demonstated in her sneaky strategy for survival in her first games. Some might regard her as untrustworthy and as a bit of a loose canon; certainly, this is the image Snow has tried to perpetrate for her. However, for those she regards as allies, Johanna is exceptionally trustworthy. Her knowledge of the rebels’ plan, and about the rebellion itself shows that her comrades regard her as completely loyal. It also shows her strength: not only is she physically strong, but mentally too. Most of the rebels knew about the possibility of them being captured and tortured by Snow to spill what they knew about the rebellion: evidently, she’s known to be strong enough not to give in. It’s not an accident that she was left behind: Johanna was arguably the strongest (or most stubborn) of those rebels who were left.
Johanna is smart and reliable: she was trusted to get Katniss out of the way of the real plan to get out of the arena, and to once again make her look innocent to the Capitol. She was also quick witted enough to get the tracker out of Katniss’ arm without telling Katniss why she was doing it, in case the plan went wrong. She is practical and resolute in her determination to get a given job done.
Because of the torture she has suffered, she is afraid of water, to the extent that she tries to avoid the rain and even showers/baths. She has also developed a dependency on pain killers as a result of her treatment and will be willing to steal/ beg / borrow for them.
(Words: 962)
Powers & Possessions: Johanna has the natural ability to turn into a wolf at the full moon. She has the associated powers of a werewolf.
Johanna doesn’t have much at all. She has a dirty grey hoodie, a black vest top, leggings and black boots that she wears almost constantly. She also has a couple of tatty duffle bags, containing her few bits of clothes, underwear and socks. Having literally just run, she has nothing else at all.
Samples:
https://thetube.dreamwidth.org/6848.html?thread=1761472#cmt1761472 - thread with Annie Cresta
https://thetube.dreamwidth.org/6848.html?thread=1763008#cmt1763008 the thread with Ghoul.
Extra sample, in case these aren’t long enough.
The unmarked car drops her off at some rundown petrol station a few miles north of the river. The officer glances over at the young woman sat next to him. Johanna in turn glares at her feet in a pair of beat up old Docs. Currently, her feet are resting on the edge of her chair. Her legs are wide , and her fingers play with the hospital band that’s still around her wrist.
“What? Is this it?” She glances up when it becomes obvious that the car isn’t moving.
The officer holds her gaze. “Johanna… Miss Mason…” His voice trails off as her glare intensifies.
“No, no. I get it. Get the bitch out of Snow’s place. Let her bleat, and pack her off to London with a few quid for the troubles. Sounds perfect.” Johanna laughs, the back of her beanie-covered head brushing the chair. She puts her feet down, and slowly, almost theatrically opens the door.
“Thanks for nothing, Plod.” She quips as she heaves herself free of the seat. She takes a moment to steady herself on the door. Even as she does, she rolls her eyes. ‘Fucking weak, Johanna’, says the voice in her head. ‘Fucking weak. And everyone is laughing at you.’
She hacks up and spits on the floor before reaching back into the car for the battered duffle bag that holds everything she owns.
“Have a good life,” the officer replies. He reaches across and pulls the door shut and drives off. For a moment, she stands quite still, watching as the lights retreat. Fucking perfect.
With a sigh, she swings her bag onto her shoulder and trudges off into the darkness.
She finds Hyde Park relatively easily. The stinking thing is hard to miss, really. It’s not home, but it’s better than nothing.
She reaches up to swing herself into the lower branches of a tree: she growls in annoyance when her grip fails and she falls on her backside with a thump. She tries again though, and again and again, until at last she gives up and kicks the trunk hard out of her sheer frustration. The only result is her toe hurting now too, a specific pain, unlike the dull ache that floats through the rest of her body.
Is it a good excuse to take an extra tablet now?
She bends to her bag, perhaps to retrieve a tablet, but a faint snicker catches her attention. She whips her head up, scanning her surroundings. Coming towards her is a small group of teenage boys, perhaps around eighteen or nineteen.
“Find something funny, Pizza face?” she asks the first lad, a smirk playing on her lips as she takes in the acne splattered on his cheeks.
“Shut up,” he growls as his friends snigger. Johanna rolls her eyes. Fucking kids.
“Or what?” She drawls lazily. She stands up, kicking her bag behind her. Raised to her full height, Johanna isn’t exactly threatening: she’s petite, and her enforced starvation and torture has done nothing for her. She looks ill and beaten, but her balled fists and the small pocket knife poking from between her fingers certainly mean business.”
“I would fuck off right now, Pizza Face, and take your girlfriends with you, before I show you what murder looks like.” She snarls, low and animalistic.
Pizza Face stares at Johanna for a full minute, before muttering to his mates, “Fucking loony tunes.” He turns to leave, and Johanna shakes her head. She lifts the knife to her eyeline, and stares at her eye’s reflection in the blade.
“Loony Tunes, eh?” She shakes her head again, and her mouth twists back into a snarl. “Fucking Loony Tunes.” She cackles, high pitched and mean, and throws herself under the tree, leaning back against the bark. She closes her eyes and breathes in the reassuring damp, earthy scent. This is her home now, and she’s going to make it work.
World building
Locations:
Snow’s Mansion: https://www.cardelloarchitects.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/darien-connecticut-ct-residential-stone-house-renovation-fairfield-county-rear-yard-pool1.jpg
Located somewhere in Gloucestershire, this is the place where Johanna was held to compete in her boss’s murder games and was later tortured before being busted out during a police raid.
Items:
Magic:
Name: Lil
Contact: pierette at plurk
Are you 18 or over? yes
Other characters played: Lydia Bennet
Character information
Name: Johanna Mason
Age: 21ish
Date of Birth: 19th January
Canon: Hunger Games
Species: Werewolf.
Johanna is obviously a human in canon, but I have chosen to au her as a werewolf. She’s going to be a natural born werewolf, rather than a bite victim. She had her curse activated through the Hunger Games – more on that later! AUing her as a werewolf just instinctively felt right. She’s instinctive, she’s very grounded and she holds absolutely no illusions about the world around her. Like a wolf, she’s very much connected to her home. I also thought the pack mentality would challenge Johanna and add an extra element to her internal fight against herself.
Role: To wind everyone else up.
Ideally, Johanna wouldn’t want to join a faction. She’s been there, done it and got the scars to prove it.
Forced into it, the East End Pack would be an obvious choice for Johanna. She would be resistant to the idea of belonging to a pack as she struggles with being close to anybody, but as the main werewolf pack in London, it makes sense.
Another choice for her would be the Hillingdon clan, as the loose structure would be something she craved. I think she’d gravitate towards Hillingodon if just so that she didn’t have to be a pack member.
Wherever she ends up placed, her skillset and consequently her potential role, probably will remain the same. She is a good tracker, and skilled at murdering people. She’ll be a good assassin for the pack, and probably work up to be a protector of some sort. She just doesn’t want to do it. She’s sick of it all.
Rank: She doesn’t even want to be part of a pack, let alone a high ranking member. She’s a level 1, reluctant hanger-on at best.
Background:
Johanna was brought up in a werewolf clan in Delamere Forest. Their existence to the humans was completely unknown. To other clans, Johanna’s was known by it’s ancient moniker of District 7 (D7). Although outings to the cinema, parks and shopping centers were a regular feature of the clan’s life, the children, were cautious not to make friends with humans. They were home educated, with their education focusing on life skills needed to live with their curse as well as academia. Delamere Forest played a massive part in their education: Johanna learned how to navigate in a forest, to track, hunt and basic survival skills. Johanna learned how to use an axe, and her physical skills increased as she grew older. Folk tales about werewolves in the woods were rife throughout North England, but nothing had ever been proven.
Soon after Johanna’s 19th birthday, D7 was discovered. Years previous, a human, nicknamed Snow for his bleached hair, had witnessed his girlfriend’s murder by a werewolf. Absolutely distraught, and fully believing in the supernatural now, he vowed to rid England of its werewolf problem. He researched, and discovered the larger supernatural community, as well as a number of different werewolf clans. Knowing from experience about how powerful the clans were, Snow appealed to the vampires, swapping the promise of blood for manpower. When he approached D7 then, he was not alone. Vampires and humans stood together, united in their fear and irrational hatred of werewolves.
There was carnage. Many of the families managed to run: mothers fled with their young children to hide within the human society. Most of the men stayed to fight. Johanna wanted to stay too: she was close to her father and didn’t want to see the family separated. Despite her mother’s pleas, Johanna ran into the woodland to hide. She stayed there three or four days before emerging once more. She found her home in ruins, the vampires gone, their appetite for wolf blood quenched, and only a few men, both human and wolf, still there.
The first man she killed was an accident, kind of. He had spotted her and charged at her: she seized the nearest sharp thing, an axe, and swung it. His blood spattered across Johanna. Johanna felt bile rise, but swallowed it down. It was not the time to show weakness. She moved forward, looking for her dad: she presumed her mum and brother had got away – at least until she stumbled on the drained corpse of her brother. From there, Johanna saw red. Still clutching her axe, she went hunting.
She killed two more humans before she was captured by Snow’s thugs, disarmed and thrown into an oversized dog cage. Although Johanna protested and tried to escape, the fact remained that she was a non-transformed werewolf and relatively tiny compared to the thugs who had seized her. She was taken away without further ado.
She ended up on an isolated farm. There, she learned a little more about Snow. Beside his determination to seek revenge on the werewolf clans, Snow was also involved in drug running, which had allowed him to build up the fortunes needed to buy an isolated farm, and to gain followers. Dragged from the cage, Johanna was bound and dragged before Snow, who wanted to know everything, from her name and her clan and her parentage, to how murder felt. Johanna snapped short answers full of expletives, or gave none at all. She questioned the man’s actions, but he didn’t grant her an answer. Johanna was taken away.
Johanna spent a period of time locked in the farm house, in the dogs’ cage, force-fed wolfsbane. She could feel herself weakening. After several months, she was moved to a barn, and locked in another cage. She found that other werewolves were locked in too. As they began to talk, Johanna began to get a sense of what Snow was up to. Snow didn’t see the werewolves as human. They were lesser beings, disgusting and frightening, who needed caging and controlling, and who could provide fantastic entertainment. To reinforce this, Johanna had a microchip with a vetinary registration on it forcibly implanted in her arm. And then she learned of her fate. Dog fights. Pitbull vs pitbull. Werewolf vs werewolf. Pitbull vs werewolf. Johanna, known for her ruthless determination to stay alive, and for her skill with an axe, quickly became a favourite. Snow watched carefully, taking bets on the winners as he did so. Despite being a sideline interest, he found that it satisfied his lust for revenge, and brought in a tidy profit from the thugs he invited to watch.
Johanna shut her mind off to everything. After a while, sexual services were required of her, but she refused. This led to Snow revealing her parents being kept alive. Her continued refusal resulted in them being mauled to death by a few pitbulls whilst Johanna was forced to watch.
This settled Johanna’s determination to seek revenge on Snow. As controlled as she was, she was unable to escape, though she attempted it. Meanwhile, another werewolf, a girl often paired with Johanna for fights, managed to get out. Snow suspected Johanna of helping. Cattle prods and shock collars were used to torture her to submission: her head was shaved and she was doused with water in an attempt to make her give in. She refused. But the one escapee was enough: she alerted the police. Johanna, half dead, was saved from the barn. In the confusion, Snow escaped, though many of the gang members were arrested. After a stint in hospital, Johanna was released into protective custody. She had developed an addiction to her painkillers and a phobia of water from her time in the barn. Without her parents, and unable to go after Snow alone, she didn’t want to return to Delamere so decided to start again in London.
(word count: 986)
Personality:
On first impression, Johanna is a difficult character to like. Her reputation as a ferocious and calculating killer makes people who know of her history wary of her. Johanna plays up to this: she is stand offish to those she doesn’t know. She’s not one to make idol chat or exchange pleasantries.
Johanna is direct, and tends to speak her mind, often in an aggressive manner, regardless of the consequences for doing this. Her bluntness has led to her family being executed, herself being held in disdain by almost everyone she is known to, and probably helped to prolong the torture she suffered at Snow’s hands. Johanna is acerbic: nearly every other sentence out of her mouth contains an insult. In ‘Catching Fire’, she refers to Wiress as ‘Nuts’, and goes out of her way to make sure Katniss knows Johanna hates her for the sob story she’s pushing to the public. She can be seen as unnecessarily blunt or cruel: she definitely gets a kick out of antagonizing people with inappropriate behaviour or remarks. For example, she is the first to start joking about the torture she and Peeta endured, much to every one else’s horror.
Johanna will quite often go out of her way to antagonize those that she doesn’t like; in the trilogy, this is showcased when she strips off in front of another rebel. She also directly antagonizes Snow, from shouting out about his hypocrisy to her derision about the Games.
She gives the impression that she doesn’t care about anything, and indeed, she confesses to another rebel that she’s not afraid of Snow, as he’s destroyed everyone she loves. Free from his hold, she’s allowed herself to be bolder than the other people in the syndicate can be. In a way, though, this is an act. Johanna pushes this image of not caring because she doesn’t want to care. The loss of her family has burned Johanna deeper than she would let anybody know, and she doesn’t want to feel the same way again. By keeping people at arm’s length, she feels a little more protected against their inevitable deaths. In a way, it’s protecting them, too. Johanna, although furious at Snow for executing her family, shoulders some of the blame herself too. She loathes showing vulnerability lest it be exploited, and she won’t often talk about her feelings other than anger, beyond making a black joke about them. She is quite determined to survive in the criminal underworld, despite the obvious problem that another rebel before anyone, is supposed to live. She fights ruthlessly for her life, and openly envies the support that other characters manage to gain with their less antagonistic personality.
Johanna is quite determined, though, that Snow, will not beat her. She retreats into a dark humour: she quite genuinely finds her inappropriate remarks funny. She refuses to cooperate with the syndicate, and despite her family’s executions, she ends even more determined to fight for revenge. She absolutely refuses sympathy, and feeds off the anger that Snow has built inside her. She is absolutely stubborn and will completely refuse to give in to anything she disagrees with, or even her feelings. Even when she feels like she’s falling apart, she will plaster a smile on her face and go out partying, just to spite everyone.
Johanna is a very goal oriented person. Unlike many of the other characters from her canon, she refuses to be a pawn in someone else’s plan. She makes her own choices, for better or for worse, and she refuses to be dictated to. She’s driven by thoughts of revenge, and this empowers her to fight for her freedom. Even being pushed back into a death fight has it’s uses: Johanna realized that Snow can control where she is, but not what she says or thinks, and she uses the (criminally) national platform he has given her to fan the sparks of rebellion she had already lit within the other victors, and even in Snow’s closest supporters by slyly questioning his motivation for putting the Victors, beloved in the syndicate, back in the games.
Johanna is sly and calculating. It’s demonstated in her sneaky strategy for survival in her first games. Some might regard her as untrustworthy and as a bit of a loose canon; certainly, this is the image Snow has tried to perpetrate for her. However, for those she regards as allies, Johanna is exceptionally trustworthy. Her knowledge of the rebels’ plan, and about the rebellion itself shows that her comrades regard her as completely loyal. It also shows her strength: not only is she physically strong, but mentally too. Most of the rebels knew about the possibility of them being captured and tortured by Snow to spill what they knew about the rebellion: evidently, she’s known to be strong enough not to give in. It’s not an accident that she was left behind: Johanna was arguably the strongest (or most stubborn) of those rebels who were left.
Johanna is smart and reliable: she was trusted to get Katniss out of the way of the real plan to get out of the arena, and to once again make her look innocent to the Capitol. She was also quick witted enough to get the tracker out of Katniss’ arm without telling Katniss why she was doing it, in case the plan went wrong. She is practical and resolute in her determination to get a given job done.
Because of the torture she has suffered, she is afraid of water, to the extent that she tries to avoid the rain and even showers/baths. She has also developed a dependency on pain killers as a result of her treatment and will be willing to steal/ beg / borrow for them.
(Words: 962)
Powers & Possessions: Johanna has the natural ability to turn into a wolf at the full moon. She has the associated powers of a werewolf.
Johanna doesn’t have much at all. She has a dirty grey hoodie, a black vest top, leggings and black boots that she wears almost constantly. She also has a couple of tatty duffle bags, containing her few bits of clothes, underwear and socks. Having literally just run, she has nothing else at all.
Samples:
https://thetube.dreamwidth.org/6848.html?thread=1761472#cmt1761472 - thread with Annie Cresta
https://thetube.dreamwidth.org/6848.html?thread=1763008#cmt1763008 the thread with Ghoul.
Extra sample, in case these aren’t long enough.
The unmarked car drops her off at some rundown petrol station a few miles north of the river. The officer glances over at the young woman sat next to him. Johanna in turn glares at her feet in a pair of beat up old Docs. Currently, her feet are resting on the edge of her chair. Her legs are wide , and her fingers play with the hospital band that’s still around her wrist.
“What? Is this it?” She glances up when it becomes obvious that the car isn’t moving.
The officer holds her gaze. “Johanna… Miss Mason…” His voice trails off as her glare intensifies.
“No, no. I get it. Get the bitch out of Snow’s place. Let her bleat, and pack her off to London with a few quid for the troubles. Sounds perfect.” Johanna laughs, the back of her beanie-covered head brushing the chair. She puts her feet down, and slowly, almost theatrically opens the door.
“Thanks for nothing, Plod.” She quips as she heaves herself free of the seat. She takes a moment to steady herself on the door. Even as she does, she rolls her eyes. ‘Fucking weak, Johanna’, says the voice in her head. ‘Fucking weak. And everyone is laughing at you.’
She hacks up and spits on the floor before reaching back into the car for the battered duffle bag that holds everything she owns.
“Have a good life,” the officer replies. He reaches across and pulls the door shut and drives off. For a moment, she stands quite still, watching as the lights retreat. Fucking perfect.
With a sigh, she swings her bag onto her shoulder and trudges off into the darkness.
She finds Hyde Park relatively easily. The stinking thing is hard to miss, really. It’s not home, but it’s better than nothing.
She reaches up to swing herself into the lower branches of a tree: she growls in annoyance when her grip fails and she falls on her backside with a thump. She tries again though, and again and again, until at last she gives up and kicks the trunk hard out of her sheer frustration. The only result is her toe hurting now too, a specific pain, unlike the dull ache that floats through the rest of her body.
Is it a good excuse to take an extra tablet now?
She bends to her bag, perhaps to retrieve a tablet, but a faint snicker catches her attention. She whips her head up, scanning her surroundings. Coming towards her is a small group of teenage boys, perhaps around eighteen or nineteen.
“Find something funny, Pizza face?” she asks the first lad, a smirk playing on her lips as she takes in the acne splattered on his cheeks.
“Shut up,” he growls as his friends snigger. Johanna rolls her eyes. Fucking kids.
“Or what?” She drawls lazily. She stands up, kicking her bag behind her. Raised to her full height, Johanna isn’t exactly threatening: she’s petite, and her enforced starvation and torture has done nothing for her. She looks ill and beaten, but her balled fists and the small pocket knife poking from between her fingers certainly mean business.”
“I would fuck off right now, Pizza Face, and take your girlfriends with you, before I show you what murder looks like.” She snarls, low and animalistic.
Pizza Face stares at Johanna for a full minute, before muttering to his mates, “Fucking loony tunes.” He turns to leave, and Johanna shakes her head. She lifts the knife to her eyeline, and stares at her eye’s reflection in the blade.
“Loony Tunes, eh?” She shakes her head again, and her mouth twists back into a snarl. “Fucking Loony Tunes.” She cackles, high pitched and mean, and throws herself under the tree, leaning back against the bark. She closes her eyes and breathes in the reassuring damp, earthy scent. This is her home now, and she’s going to make it work.
World building
Locations:
Snow’s Mansion: https://www.cardelloarchitects.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/darien-connecticut-ct-residential-stone-house-renovation-fairfield-county-rear-yard-pool1.jpg
Located somewhere in Gloucestershire, this is the place where Johanna was held to compete in her boss’s murder games and was later tortured before being busted out during a police raid.
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