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8/23/15 07:37 pm - OOC: Contact Post

If you'd like to contact me or the muse, you may do so in this post. :D

(This will always remain at the top, new posts are underneath)

10/27/09 05:14 pm

He's half asleep on the bed, his face creased in pain because he thinks he's alone. The monitor pinging slightly slower than usual but he can't have any more morphine as it had only been just under two hours since the last shot. He attempts to get to his sheets of paper though, fill of half started drawings and scrawled notes in a hand that seems to be worse than usual. He swears rather loudly as he knocks his sheets and pencils to the floor, swearing again as he makes an attempt to get to his feet to pick them up. It's probably a very very bad idea.

12/25/08 04:16 pm - From Amanda






12/18/08 09:29 pm - From my wife

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11/19/08 12:51 pm - Things.

John pulled the blankets up and sighed. It was too quiet in the warehouse. Too bare. His family was either asleep or out and whilst some quiet was good, the silence made him itch. He yawned widely and rubbed his eyes, itchy with sleep and no doubt red. He should have napped earlier when he could have but now sleep alluded him. %he pain in his head was a dull throb, not as bad as it could be but bad enough to be an annoyance.

He could work on things, there was a million and one things that needed doing and just now he didn't have the motivation. He sighed again; motivation, he'd only ever had a problem with that at the beginning, before he...before he was reborn, but today was different. He ran his fingers across the picture that he'd taken of them both earlier, smiling softly. His wife. His child. His life as much as the...as much as their work; his and Amanda's and Doug's and Johnna's now and maybe the baby's.

He closed his eyes, Amanda's body tight and warm against him, and that in itself was comforting but he still couldn't stop the restlessness. Maybe he'd finally been in the warehouse a little too long. But it wasn't as if they could go down to their nearest restaurant, or store or just be able to enjoy the fresh air. He missed that most of all although the Los Angeles air was anything but fresh, it wasn't even home but it was the closest he had.

Was she still angry with him? Things had been pretty quiet lately, calm between them but that didn't mean that she was past his betrayal, past the hurt he'd caused her again without thinking. The way she looked at him, the way they interacted. He made a soft sound and curled onto his side, almost wrapping himself around her - he knew that she loved him but would she ever forgive him?

9/24/08 12:38 pm - From Doug.



Your Inner Color is Green



Your Personality: You are a high achiever who is very competitive. You're bound to reach your goals, no matter how lofty.



You in Love: Picky with high standards, it's hard to find your match. You need someone as driven as you are!



Your Career: You need a high profile, challenging career to satisfy you. Consider finance, sales, or running your own company.

What's Your Inner Color?


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Listening to: Ezio - Deeper
http://foxytunes.com/artist/ezio/track/deeper
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9/15/08 12:58 pm - Questions about Forever. (for [info]amanda_young)

He fiddled nervously with the sleeve of his robes. John Kramer wasn't usually nervous, or if he was it wasn't usually this...obvious. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, looking towards the lift and the door. Everything had been gotten, things arranged and although he would have liked it to be done a little differently things had to be accommodated for.

"It'll be okay, you already know her answer." Doug came up, putting his hand on John's shoulder carefully.

"But-"

Doug cut him off with the shake of his head; "But nothing, John. She loves you."

"I know..."

"Well then, stop worrying." He laughed quietly and went off to do work.

John continued to wait for Amanda, it wouldn't be too long now before she was back from the store.

9/14/08 03:23 pm - My Painting


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9/8/08 10:27 am - Layout Change

Thank you again to [info]amanda_young for the layout.

I love you more than life itself.

9/7/08 03:20 pm - Pick a John Drabble. For [info]amanda_young (Naked!John)

He felt her eyes on him the second he walked from the shower area to the bedroom, the towel forgotten somewhere along the way so he was dripping water steadily onto the floor from different areas of his body. He shook carefully, little droplets of water spinning out in all directions but it was more for her benefit than his own, his blonde hair plastered against his forehead.

"What?" he said turning around to face her, not bothering to cover up, a smug little smirk on his face.

"You know what, Johnathan," Amanda said, her eyes still wandering over his too thin but well proportioned form.

"Um, no, Amanda, I don't believe I do know what you are referring to." He was being a shit, he knew this but it was so fun to tease her.

"Do you have to wander around naked?"

"Yes. Yes I do. Johnna is out with Douglas therefore there is no one here but you to have to put up with it." He rolled his eyes theatrically and laughed.

"But do you have to be all over there and naked?" her smirk getting wider and her eyes darkening, as she pulled her shirt (well his shirt technically) over her head.

"Not technically, no, I could be over there and naked to." He pointed to where she was stood wearing nothing but a grin.

"Get over here then, Mr. Kramer." She ran her tongue over her lips slowly, poking it out the corner of her mouth before beckoning him with a finger.

"My pleasure, Mrs. Kramer," he crossed the room in three huge strides, pulling her close and kissing her hard.
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9/7/08 02:01 pm - Pick a John Drabble. For [info]theory_bound (Musical!John)

He was awake before the rest of them as a cry pierced through the darkness. Stubbing his toe on the side of the bed he grunted and Amanda stirred, giving a soft, confused 'hmm?'

"It's okay, I've got her."

He blinked sleep out of his eyes and wandered out across their bedroom area to where Johnna lay in her cot. In the soft glow of the bedside lamp he could see her soft features, the wetness on her cheeks and his body filled with a paternal love that was just as strong as the bond between mother and baby.

Carefully he took her in his arms, cradling her close to his body. "Hey now, what's all this?" he murmured, rocking her gently as much as he could being half asleep.

Johnna didn't stop crying, her face screwed up with her emotion. John frowned, trying to soothe her the best he could. He rocked her from side to side, only slowing her cries a little before he remembered something he's sure would work.

He began to sing softly, his voice gentle, the words slow, pronouncing the Greek almost as good as if it was in English.

Νάνι νάνι το παιδί μου.
Έλα Ύπνε ύπνωσέ το
και γλυκά ’ποκοίμησέ το.
Έλα Ύπνε από τ’ αμπέλια,
πάρ’ το παιδί μου από τα χέρια.

Πάρ’ το σύρ’ το στα μαντράκια,
να κοιμάται σαν τ’ αρνάκια,
να κοιμάται σαν τ’ αρνάκια,
να ξυπνά σαν τα κατσικάκια.
*

She was asleep the second the last note rang from him and with a contented noise he sighed softly, his lips curving into a smile filled with so much love. Ever so carefully as not to wake her up again he lowered her gently into the crib again, covering her with the blanket and making sure that she had her teddy bear near by. She stirred a little, her thumb finding her mouth and she began to suck slowly, lost in a sleep as only a baby could be.

John made his way back to bed, slipping underneath the blankets, Amanda's body fitting automatically with his in sleep and he wasn't long before he too joined his family.

OOC: * Translation: Nani nani my child.
Come Sleep make it sleep
and sweetly lull it.
Come Sleep from the vineyards
take my child from the hands.

Take it to the sheepcote
to sleep like a little lamb,
to sleep like a little lamb,
and to wake up like a little goat.
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9/7/08 01:04 pm - Pick a John! (Stolen from Addie)

Pick an John and I'll write a fic or a drabble based on him and your pup.

1. Naughty!John
2. Hungover!John
3. Drunk!John
4. Hurt!John
5. Annoyed!John
6. Naked!John - claimed by [info]amanda_young
7. Horny!John
8. Scared!John
9. Silly!John
10. Happy!John
11. Working!John
12. Fighting!John
13. Musical!John - claimed by [info]theory_bound
14. Daddy!John
15. Sculpting!John
16. Bad!John
17. High!John
18. Crazy!John
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9/7/08 12:58 pm - 6ws, not on 6ws.

Amanda...I...can we talk please?

8/25/08 02:50 pm - Concerning the 23rd August. (A fic)

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8/23/08 07:57 pm - [info]icons100 table

Under here to save f-lists )

8/23/08 07:36 pm - [info]justprompts - Unforgivable.

What is unforgivable to you?

Murder. There's nothing in this world that I hate more than murder. The willful taking of somebody's life. There is NO excuse for it, none at all.

Now, many people will argue against everything that I myself am I murderer, several times over but I have never killed a person in my life, I have never taken a life. No, you see, I show them the way, and offer them the tools to save their own life, and if they fail it's not my fault. They kill themselves but not acting fast enough, not wanting it enough - they kill themselves because they miss the vital piece of the human puzzle; that survival instinct that drives us.

With murder you take away everything, you take away not only their life but everything they could have been, everything...it's wrong, it's cowardice, but people will never learn - not unless they are shown.

(this may be expanded soon once my head is clear)

8/23/08 05:37 pm - [info]justprompts Ten...lists.

Ten lessons you've learnt )

Ten things you do every day )

8/9/08 10:13 am

Thanks must go to my beloved [info]amanda_young for my wonderful layout.

I love it.

Thank you!

12/4/07 12:15 pm - OOC - FTW!

http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1138228922/bclid1137748053/bctid1151197464

*so amused*

Saw in 30 seconds as performed by bunnies.
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10/31/07 03:07 pm - For [info]tenwordstories

A man must have seen death to be born again.
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