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Joanna Bell Harvelle

"The future is uncertain but the end is always near."

0 · 720 views · located in Halbrooke; a small, wooden town in Washington

a character in “Slenderman: The Story of Halbrooke”, as played by Emily3456


☪ Joanna Bell Harvelle ☪


Age: 19

Nickname: Jo

Gender: Female

Currently goes to the local high school and works as a waitress at the local diner, she also volunteers at the gun range and hospital.

Height: 5'4

Weight: 125 lb

Physical Appearance:
Joanna stands at 5'4" and is slim. She has brown eyes and long wavy blonde hair, her skin was visibly paler than most people, but it's because she would rather be in the could under clouds than sweating under the sun. She usually wears jeans combined with short-sleeved or sleeveless tops, such as a tank top or T-shirts she also wears long sleeved plaid shirts over the tank tops and T-shirts, when it's rainy or cold out she'll been seen wearing a light green jacket. She often wears sneakers or boots, but she only wears close toed shoes, she is a bit of a tom-boy, but to be honest she doesn't care. Jo has a bit of a athletic build because she often goes for runs through the woods or works out at the local gym near her house.


Most of the time she wears jeans, plaid shirts or tank tops with jackets, she always wears closed shoes, like sneakers, but mostly boots. Because she works at the Shooting range a lot, she owns more guns than you could count and nearly always has a small on hidden on her person. She wears jackets a lot, she is mostly seen in a light green one as shown in the picture, but other times, when it's colder outside, she'll wear a leather jacket.

Joanna is really smart, and she tends to speak her mind freely. If she offends someone by what she says she always points out that its only offending because they know it's true. She doesn't like to be pushed about or bossed around so she stands up for herself but it's never a really good thing when she dose because that tends to get her into more trouble then she was in before. She jokes around a lot and uses a lot of sarcasm because she knows she's smart enough to pull the sarcasm off to such a level that people will wonder if she was being truthful or not. She is always worrying about others and how they feel, through she knows she should only worry about herself and how things are going for her, but she cant help her big heart.

She is very imaginative, creative, and extremely crafty. She likes to think out of the box, no matter how ridiculous her ideas are. She hates being told how to do anything, when she should do it, or that she is wrong. She's very blunt, in your face, and can border line rude because she will not hold anything back, she likes to show off sometimes so she tends to do just that and prove to everyone just how smart she is by doing her best in school or in everything she dose, people say she is an over achiever, but to her that isn't a bad thing, because she knows she'll go far in life because she's working hard.

She often gets that sarcastic and witty look like she's about to mess with you. She is extremely good at lying and fibbing and shes mostly and extremely, painfully, stubborn. However, if you should ever, ever get past that side of her, you see the true happy young woman. From appearance, Jo isn't exactly what would be expected of a girl her age. She is quiet and focused, almost impossible to distract at times, and she is such a avid reader she practically lives in the schools library. She doesn't jump into situations like most do, she likes to stand back, work out a good plan and then put it to use. Despite this through, she still loves laughing and smiling, or making others do it too, but she doesn't trust people easily, so not many people get to see this side of her. She's a girl who stands up for what she believes in, doesn't let others push her around, and does what she wants. She's headstrong, but she is also loving and caring and just happy.


Other Important Aspects:
★ She lives completely alone in a old log cabin on the outskirts of the forest
★ Her parents died in a car crash when she was sixteen
★ Her father taught her how to shoot, she is a brilliant shot
★ her father taught her how to go hunting
★ She is a good hunter and used to be on her schools track team
★ She has a horrible fear of drowning
★ Reckless and clumsy
★ Knew the little girl that went missing, wants nothing more then to find her.

★ Will add more as story progresses


So begins...

Joanna Bell Harvelle's Story

Evan Manno.

Evan sat quietly at his laptop inside the local diner, a dark, rainy day trudging on through the windows. His hoodie and jacket were dotted with dark-gray specks of water, a memoir left by the rain. Evan's face was illuminated by the glow of the screen as he scrolled through Halbrooke's local news website, which he had built himself a few years ago. His eyes scanned through one particular story over and over, his nearly unblinking stare never wavering. This particular story happened to be headlined "Local child's mysterious disappearance baffles Police".

He bit his lip and finally broke gaze with the screen, leaning back from the computer and releasing the breath he was not aware he was holding. Evan stood from the booth he occupied and stretched, checking his cellphone for the time, as well as any further messages from his friends. "Nine twenty-four at night..." He thought, running a hand through his black hair. He'd look to the counter to see that the charming waitress, Jo, happened to not be there. He assumed she was in the back, doing things necessary to close up shop. She was kind enough to let the group stay after hours as a private meeting place. Evan walked toward the front door and placed his hands on the bar of the door, peering out at the night. The few streetlights there were along the street cast a sallow glow on the wet sidewalks. There wasn't a soul outside in his view, something to be expected from such a small town.

Evan had moved here about 3 years ago, immediately after he finished high school. HE left so quickly out of a hate for his parents, which he called them such loosely. He felt that they were never truly there, and merely provided a room to sleep in and food to eat. He was forced to raise himself. Evan lived in a tiny apartment complex not far from the diner, which he payed for through his web designing and occasional quarterly royalty checks he received in the mail from a book he published in high school. It had been rushed in production and was not the bestseller he wished it to be, but it was a nice supplement.

Evan He expected his friends to arrive soon.

☪ Joanna Bell Harvelle ☪

Joanna stood in the back room of the diner, at the moment she was changing out of the red and white stripped uniform all of the waitresses had to wear and into her blue jeans, black tank top, gray hoodie and her favorite green jacket that she buttoned up half way. It was still raining outside, through it had been raining all day. After nineteen years of the rain and cold from this town you got used to it. You got used to the dark woods and muddy grounds, you pretty much got used to everything that came with small, rainy towns, including the gossip and how fast new's traveled. The most current news that was flying through town was the missing child, Faith Krusser. The police said they she just disappeared from her backyard, gone in the wind. Personally, Jo didn't think they were trying hard enough, if they really wanted to find the child they would be sending search party's through the woods and searching homes, but they didn't, all they did was put her picture on milk cartons and news papers. The thing that irked Jo the most was the fact that almost no one was searching for this girl, it's horrible that most people just thought he ran away.

Joanna had know Faith, she often babysat the girl for her parents, she was a good child, not the kind you would expect to run away. She sighed and shut the locker she used to keep her clothes in during the day before going around and locking the back door, she didn't need the diner to get robbed tonight of all nights. Lately the boss had been asking her to stay later and close up, which meant she also had to clean up, that wasn't much of a problem since she had no one waiting for her to get home, she could go home any time she wanted, hell she didn't even have to go home, no one would notice if she went missing unless she didn't show up for work or at the hospital or the gun range. That kind of scared her, but she got used to it when she was sixteen.

Tonight was different from the other nights she had stayed late to lock up, tonight she was letting a group of friends stay after closing time to have a meeting of some sorts, that also meant she couldn't go home until they were all gone. Not that it was a problem really, she was happy to help, they all seemed nice enough, through she had never met them all, she was trusting Evan on this one. She flipped off the lights to the back room and walked back out so she stood behind the counter. "Evan do you want anything to drink?" She asked politely as she took in his form. he stood by the door, gazing out at the cold, dark rainy night as his hands rested on the bar of the door. He looked troubled to her, but everyone had been looking troubled lately.

Frank Hayden was in his study looking through a pile of documents. A bright lamp on his desk illuminated papers on information on the missing girl's parents, various criminal records, and other factual details surrounding the case. On his desk was a framed photograph of him standing with his former partner Ethan Stirleng by his side. The two were smiling as though they were heroes. Indeed, throughout Frank's career the two had put countless criminals to justice and saved innocent lives. There were numerous cutouts of newspaper articles pinned to a board on his wall featuring the duo's spectacular performance in solving crime. Good-hearted macho bullshit. Frank looked at the picture of him and his partner with a look of satisfaction on his face, but then turned dark and troubled. He picked it up, walked over to a drawer, and put it away.
Frank put on his brown trenchcoat and headed out. He drove to the local diner and took a seat at one of the tables, waiting for the waitress to come to him.


Instead of giving Evan a smile when he opened the door for Darlene, she just nodded and stepped into the diner. She observed the place and caught sight of a middle-aged man in a brown trench coat who appeared to be waiting for someone. Maybe it was the waitress standing behind the counter.

"Darlene. Darlene Star," answered Darlene. She awkwardly stood there, unsure of how to start the conversation. After a quick stare at Evan's eyes, Darlene finally let her words emerge. "I'm sure you've heard about that girl's disappearance. The one who was last seen in her back yard before seemingly vanishing in thin air."

Halbrooke was a small town; Darlene knew that news travels fast in a town with a population of approximately three hundred. She had heard of Faith Krusser's disappearance on the local news few days prior. Immediately after watching the reports on the girl, a plan came into the light in Darlene's mind. A plan that could get her out of Halbrooke and back into the world of the wealthy.

☪ Joanna Bell Harvelle ☪

Joanna mentally winced at the fact that there were now three people within the diner after closing hours, but instead of freaking out she returned Evan's smile and turned around into the kitchen, but not before she heard the rich woman speak. "I'm sure you've heard about that girl's disappearance. The one who was last seen in her back yard before seemingly vanishing in thin air." Jo's limbs locked and she turned to cast a strange look at the woman. "She has a name, when you speak about her you should use it... just out of respect...please." She said this in a slightly off tone, not quite annoyed but not quite happy either, she almost sounded sad. Without another word through, Jo turned back around and went into the kitchen. She ended up making a whole pot of coffee, and divided it into four mugs, she left the rest in the oven so it would stay warm.
The only coffee that had anything extra added to it was Evan's and it was only because of his request.

Walking slowly, Jo switched back off the lights and headed back into the main dining area. She set her own cup of coffee down on the counter before walking over to Evan and the woman, Darlene, and handed them back a mug, she hadn't really put anything in the woman's glass, since she didn't know how she liked her coffee but she did direct her to one of the tables that had sugar packets on it. Joanna then went over to the other man and set his coffee down on the table. "Sorry, because it's after hours, this is all I can really give you...sorry sir." She offered a small smile to the older man before turning to the counter and sitting down on the bar stool. It had been a long day, but Jo had the feeling this strange little meeting would be interesting, she honestly wouldn't mind hear their opinions on what had happened to Faith, no matter how insane they might sound, anything these people said couldn't be worst than what the damn police were saying.

#, as written by Phoeni

She felt it, but — oh, stupid woman — she didn't know what it was until now. Like the pulling of stitches, quiet and easy to overlook, her soul had been unravelling until the seams split and now everything spilled out all at once. Pop. Pop. POP. The loss of a young girl a tug at her heart, all this time she was coming loose and didn't even realize. She thought it was alright when she lost her husband , that I would be fine because she still had purpose and her leaving couldn't destroy that no matter how hurt she felt. Clementine Parlour wasn't in a helping out mood. To be fair, the woman was often in a helping out mood. Today- not so much. Today, her arms were crossed firmly over her chest and her boots were stomping across the rain smattered pavement.

A babysitter, especially one of such a young age, was not Clementine's ideal carer for her children. But she had to. The girl, Amandine, charged much less than an older babysitter. Her money was scarce, really. Being a teacher only barely payed the bills. She was holding on to the house by her teeth. Clementine was uncomfortable about the whole babysitter ordeal, and this put her in an uneasy mood. But she needed the answers. She needed to know why a young girl- who she had know very well - Had disappeared. Things like this don't happen. There had to be an explanation for this.

For a second, she had thought he wouldn’t be noticed as she walked into the diner. Perhaps her mind made that she wasn't very noticeable. Still, she hid behind the haze and conjured up the thought that because so many willfully ignored her—parents, workmates, even sisters—there was no need to fear discovery, even when she thought to engage the person sitting in the diner room. She pressed a finger against the glass of the diner, stared through the glass, and looked in for another moment without moving. Her breath fogged up the glass as she pressed against it. Pulling the handle, she stepped inside to find Evan sitting there, with a girl she didn't recognize.

"Hello there" She said, grabbing a seat. She presumed Evan remembered her face- the teacher of Faith. "I hope i'm not interrupting" She added a warm smile in for good measure.

[OOC= Sorry, I mixed up the names- Evan and Ethan are quite similar names!]

(OOC: Hey Phoeni isn't it supposed to be Evan Manno not Ethan Stirleng? Bit confused here..."

Frank finished his coffee and proceeded towards the counter where the waitress was.
"If I'm correct." Frank said. "Ms. Harvelle? I would have word. My name's Frank Hayden. I'm not from the police or anything. I just want to ask some questions if that is okay." He said eyeing the small group of people who were also in the diner.

Evan Manno.

Evan's eyes never left the girl. He had an uneasy feeling about her. Evan shut the door behind her to keep the rain out. Small, agile gusts had already found their way in, chilling the area around the door. Evan stepped aside and sat down in his seat at his laptop. He reached for the mouse-pad, but stopped as the girl answered. Her name was Darlene. Hmm... It seemed familiar. Her next words stirred up dusty clouds as they awoke a feeling Evan had been shoving back for quite some time. He hesitated, shocked by the reoccurance of these emotions. Jo spoke from behind the counter, and Evan couldn't agree more. He replied, a bitter edge in his voice. "Yes, Darlene. I am aware of Faith's disappearance. She was my niece." He turned his head back to his computer.

Clementine slid into the booth chair across from him in a lithe manner. He hadn't even heard her come in. He wasn't surprised, though; After all this time of knowing Clem, Evan knew she had a quality about her that made her... Invisible, per se. He knew this quality of himself all too well, and he feels like it gave an unspoken bond between the two of them. Evan smiled up at her and replied. "Hey Clem. You're not interrupting anything important." Evan looked directly left without turning his head, pointing to Darlene with his eyes in a manner that Darlene herself could not see.

Evan looked back to Clementine, then heard a voice to his left. He turned his head and looked, and strange man he had never seen before was at the counter, speaking to Jo. "Who let him in?" Evan thought. Jo had reserved after hour privileges for the search party and the search party only. Was this man with someone here? And how did he know tonight, of all nights, the Diner would be open after hours? Evan supposed it wasn't too strange as he glanced at his watch. It was only 5 minutes after closing. Perhaps he thought he could slip in before the place went dark, and just happened to show up tonight. Evan didn't believe in 'fate' or anything, but he did believe in strange coincidences. He was no stranger to peculiar circumstances.

Evan strained his ears to hear what the man was saying. It appeared Evan had tuned in mid-sentence. "...Hayden. I'm not... police... questions if..." Evan caught only snippets. He pondered his words. Was this a police investigator? Evan suddenly turned angry. "If this guy fucks up our chances at finding Faith, I'm gonna rip him a new one." He thought to himself before pulling his phone from his pocket to check for messages again.


Darlene exhaled with relief when Evan confirmed that he knew about the girl's, Faith's, disappearance. She glared at the waitress coldly before heading to the booth chair across Evan. Not even two steps into Darlene's walk to the booth chair did a auburn-haired woman swiftly take the spot, seemingly from nowhere. Darlene frowned, annoyed that this woman had just simply taken a spot that was clearly not meant for her. Knowing the woman was a teacher at the local elementary school from the many times she's seen her walk out of there every week, Darlene knew that the auburn-haired woman surely had something to say about Faith's case, as teachers and babysitters were one of the few careers in Halbrooke that dealt with many children.

When Evan replied to the teacher saying that she was not interrupting anything important, Darlene made a high-pitched grunt that most people found extremely annoying. She watched Evan for a moment as he looked to the left. Darlene joined in Evan's observation and saw the man in the trench coat. She shook her head, not caring about the man or the waitress, and walked towards the booth Evan and the teacher were sitting at.

"You kind of were interrupting something important," Darlene hissed, arms crossed and lips pursed. She then turned and looked at Evan. "I want to find this girl, Darlene blurted out. She was starting to feel impatient that everything seemed to be moving slow. Darlene looked at Evan coldly for a second, then made her to the counter where the trench coat man and the waitress were. She drank the coffee the waitress gave her. A horrible taste was born in Darlene's tongue and she immediately spit the liquid back into the mug.

"What is this?" Darlene asked in disgust, interrupting the trench coat man, pushing the mug towards the waitress.

☪ Joanna Bell Harvelle ☪

Jo stood behind the counter, watching everything unfold. Evan didn't seem pleased with Darlene, who didn't seem pleased with Clementine and herself, honestly through, Jo could care less what the woman thought of her, the woman, Darlene, hadn't known Faith, so honestly she didn't have much of a reason to try and find the young girl. Self gain. A small voice in the back of her head reminded her that some people were shallow enough to try and gain from a child going missing by finding them before anyone else. "Ms. Harvelle? I would have word. My name's Frank Hayden. I'm not from the police or anything. I just want to ask some questions if that is okay." Jo blinked and looked at the man that had broke her train of thought. "Frank Hayden? Where have I heard that name before?" She frowned for a moment before realization sparked in her eyes. "Oh." She said blinking once before glancing over towards everyone else. Who had let this guy in? "I'm sorry, but I don't talk to police about Faith without her mother present, not even former police." She looked away with a frown before going back over to Darlene, who was about to take a drink of the coffee without adding anything into it.

Jo opened her mouth to protest, but it was to take, the woman took a large drink, and then proceed to spit it back into the cup.
"What is this?" She screeched in disgust. Part of Joanna wanted to snort or laugh, but she settled with a sigh and eye roll before going over to assist the woman. "It would be smarter to put sugar in it get you try to drink it." Jo grabbed three sugar packets from the table, since two never seemed to be enough, and mixed the sugar into the coffee with a near by spoon. Soon the dark liquid turned a light milky brown color and even the smell improved. "There..." Jo smiled a small smile before handing her own mug of coffee, which she had yet to drink out of, over to Clementine. She knew her because she had babysat her kids one time, after that Jo had mostly just watched Faith, she had considered her a little sister because of how they acted with each other. The younger girl vanishing so suddenly had been hard for her to cope with, she could only imagine how Evan felt about it.

"I know you used to babysit Faith Krusser." Frank said to Joanna. "I understand it must be difficult for you to talk about this matter, but any information you can give me can help me greatly in my investigation. Even if it may seem unrelated or trivial to you. You don't have to worry about Faith's mother, as I've been hired by her to investigate this herself. Statistics show that the chance to find a missing person 10 hours after disappearance decreases the chance to find them by 30%. The chance to find him or her decreases again by an additional 40% 15 hours after disappearance; you get the idea."
"When was the last time you saw Faith? Where were you with her, and what were you doing at the time?"


The waitress walked up to Darlene with three packets of sugar in her hand and mixed them in the coffee with a spoon. She smiled and Darlene simply nodded slowly and began drinking the now lighter and sweeter coffee. Next to her, the trench coat man continued to press the waitress into giving him answers. From the questions he asked, Darlene assumed that the man was some sort of cop. She tapped the man on the shoulder, hoping that the man would know a little bit about Faith.

"Trench coat," said Darlene. "I'm guessing you're some sort of law enforcement dude, am I correct?" Darlene took out a tiny mirror and a stick of pink lipstick out of her purse and began to apply it while talking to the trench coat man. "You have to know at least a little bit about this girl's disappearance. Do you know where the police suspect she is?"

Darlene was determined to do whatever she could to find out as much as she can about Faith. Seducing men? No problem. Manipulating idiots into helping her? Easy. Whatever it took, Darlene would absolutely do it with no complain.

#, as written by Phoeni

"Hey Clem. You're not interrupting anything important." Evan replied, gesturing to the girl who sat next to him when she looked through the glass. She didn't look normal, exactly. Fake was a good word to describe it. Clementine didn't trust the strange girl, who she had never seen in her life before. That was unusual, she usually knew all the happenings in the small town of Halbrooke. She would have to note this girl down. What was her name, again?

"You kind of were interrupting something important," The girl retorted, pouting her lips in a manner that would be fit for a child. Afterwards, she burst out with "I want to find this girl."

After drinking some coffee, subsequently spitting it out and Jo telling her it would be smarter, the girl walked over to the counter. Inwardly, Clementine giggled slightly, and she could see slight amusement on Jo's face. After a few moments, she noticed an older man talking to Jo. The most unnerving thing was that he was wearing a trench coat. That never meant good things. Then the girl started talking to the man with the trench coat. Where is this going?.

Clementine turned her head to the fake girl and raised an eyebrow. "And how again is it any of your business? Did you even know Faith?" She stated with a hint of annoyance in her tone, looking up at the girl.

Evan Manno.

Evan flicked his eyes up from his cellphone without moving his head when Darlene claimed to want to find Faith. The dust cloud continued to billow in his gut as more and more awakened inside of him. His eyes spat daggers, but they softened as the 'Princess', as he had dubbed her, sputtered on her coffee. He slipped his phone into his pocket, before standing and leaning his back against the side of the booth. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and listened in on the conversations. "Princess seems to have a hard time making friends" He mused to himself.

Evan glanced at Jo, who appeared to have just flicked her eyes away from his. Or had she? Evan hadn't been sleeping well, and he had been used to slight hallucinations when he was tired. He looked to Princess, then to the older guy, who was STILL persisting in asking questions. Evan couldn't resist the temptation to laugh as Darlene brazenly referred to the police officer as " enforcement dude." He chuckled and covered his smiling mouth, the warm laughs breezing out onto his palm.

Evan listened closer as the tension almost tangibly increased between the women. Princess was from Hollywood? Fitting. But what did not settle with Evan was her general vehemence toward the rest of the group, as well as her carelessness with Faith's name. Evan looked to Clementine and locked eyes with her, nodding. He then placed his hand in his pocket, fumbling with the folding knife he always carried on him after he was mugged a few years ago, leaving a large, yellow-purple discoloration on his left cheekbone. He approached Darlene and stopped too close to her, clearly disrespecting her personal space, for he held no respect for her. He looked her straight in the eyes, the dust cloud of emotion erupting from his lips in a shallow snarl.

"I think it's about time you leave." He said, his eyes never wavering from her left pupil. He felt it was more imposing to stare unflickering than to glance from eye-to-eye. He didn't notice the door open behind him as Alex walked in behind him.