John Kramer

john_kramer @ 2009-10-27T17:14:00

2009-10-27T17:19:18Z

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.

From Amanda

2008-12-25T21:16:48Z

From my wife

2008-12-18T21:30:13Z

Fill this out in the comments and post on your LJ!

1.Your Full Name:

2. Age:

3. Single or Taken:

4. Favorite Movie:

5. Favorite Song:

6. Favorite Band/Artist:

7. Dirty or Clean:

8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:

HERE COMES THE FUN

1. Do we know each other outside of livejournal?

2. Whats your philosophy on life?

3. Would you have my back in a fight?

4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best
interest?

5. What is your favorite memory of us?

6. Would you give me a kidney?

7. Tell me one odd/intresting fact about you:

8. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?

9. Can we get together and make a cake?

10. Have you heard any rumors of me lately?

11. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?

12. Do you think I'm a good person?

13. Would you drive across country with me?

14. Do you think I'm attractive?

15. If you could change anything about me, would you?

16. What do you wear to sleep?

17. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?

18. Would you go on a date with me if i asked you?

19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?

20. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

Things.

2008-11-19T13:03:28Z

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?

From Doug.

2008-09-24T11:39:00Z

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

Questions about Forever. (for amanda_young)

2008-09-15T12:04:27Z

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.

My Painting

2008-09-14T14:23:55Z

Click here to create your own painting.

Layout Change

2008-09-08T09:30:41Z

Thank you again to amanda_young for the layout.

I love you more than life itself.

Pick a John Drabble. For amanda_young (Naked!John)

2008-09-07T14:32:05Z

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.

Pick a John Drabble. For theory_bound (Musical!John)

2008-09-07T13:22:03Z

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.

Pick a John! (Stolen from Addie)

2008-09-07T12:07:29Z

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 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 theory_bound
14. Daddy!John
15. Sculpting!John
16. Bad!John
17. High!John
18. Crazy!John

6ws, not on 6ws.

2008-09-07T11:59:31Z

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

Concerning the 23rd August. (A fic)

2008-08-25T14:32:06Z

The warehouse was unusually quiet. Being as they were the only two that lived there you'd think that it would be quiet on a fairly regular basis for long periods of time but this wasn't the case, there was always something going on. Either work when he could manage it, Amanda working, the discussion of plans or something irrelevant to them, or the moans and screams of their guests when they had them. Failing that the bang and rustle of various pipes rang throughout the space which served as their home.

Today though the silence stung.

It was quiet. Far too quiet. It was practically silent and it unnerved him. Silence gave him too much time to think about things especially things he didn't need to be thinking about. Especially today of all days.

Gideon John Kramer.

Even thinking of his name made him wince, his breath catch hard in his throat and the tears spring to his eyes. His head snapped round quickly towards Amanda but thankfully she stayed asleep in the chair, her head back, soft snores coming from her.

He knew he shouldn't be thinking about it, but it was so hard when today was... he couldn't even bring the words to his mind but he remembered every little thing about that day as if it was yesterday, not three years ago...the feeling of sitting in the car outside her work, knowing that something was wrong, seeing that...well he couldn't even call him a man, he was lower than that, he was lower than an animal run off from the scene of the crime, walking into the building and seeing her there.

And the blood. Most of all her remembered the blood. Dark, and thick and so very wrong. He'd been so happy, they'd been so happy, and they'd been so in love, only for it to be ripped from them...him and it wasn't that he'd never been able to forgive her for it (as she'd claimed in one of their many arguments that had followed the event) he'd never been able to forgive himself. Or Cecil, even after he'd tried to teach him his lessons.

He barely registered the tears as they began to fall silently down his face, and it was only when he couldn't hold back a sob, and Amanda lifted her head and looked at him quizzically that he realised that they were there.

"John?" her voice was soft, quiet, almost hesitant as it always was when he displayed emotions that weren't his usual. Or she was upset, or worried. Like she was now.

He shook his head, mumbling; "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing, John, you're..."

"It's nothing." The anger which clipped his words was a surprise even to himself but it was not anger at her, or her question, but at himself. At his weakness and his inability to stop the emotion now. He reached up and wiped his eyes, taking a deep albeit shaky breath.

"I'm fine."

Amanda, knowing that it wasn't wise to push the subject, tried to change it another.

"Are you hungry? I think you're due for more painkillers. Do you need them?"

John nodded; "Yes please, Amanda." Then as if nothing had happened at all, he reached over towards the plans on the nearest table and began working on them.

Yet another year he refused to let himself deal with it, maybe next year would be different.

icons100 table

2008-08-23T18:59:15Z

This table coding is thanks to obsessivefangrl

001 : Alone	002 : Magical	003 : Embrace	004 : Sunshine	005 : Sorrow

006 : A Dreamer’s Dream	007 : Colorful	008 : Brightness	009 : Rain	010 : All Is Wrong

011 : All Is Right	012 : Lost	013 : Wicked	014 : Smile	015 : Laughter

016 : Misery	017 : Secrets	018 : All That I Am	019 : Soul Food	020 : Love

021 : Fire	022 : Ice	023 : Glory	024 : Full Of Regret	025 : green

026 : Blue	027 : Red	028 : Forgotten	029 : Snarky	030 : Mmm Yum!

031 : Hush	032 : Reminisce	033 : Why	034 : Time	035 : So Close

036 : Joy	037 : Kiss	038 : Beautiful	039 : Hope	040 : Desire

041 : I've Been Bad	042 : Fury	043 : Companionship	044 : From Now On	045 : Mine

046 : Trouble In Paradise	047 : Tears	048 : My Drug	049 : Flowers	050 : Water

051 : Artist's Choice	052 : Artist's Choice	053 : Artist's Choice	054 : Artist's Choice	055 : Artist's Choice

056 : Artist's Choice	057 : Artist's Choice	058 : Artist's Choice	059 : Artist's Choice	060 : Artist's Choice

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justprompts - Unforgivable.

2008-08-23T18:44:01Z

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)

justprompts Ten...lists.

2008-08-23T16:53:32Z

1. Not to waste life.
2. To appreciate life.
3. Things happen when you least expect it.
4. You can't change that.
5. You can't change people, they have to do it themselves.
6. That I am loved, whether or not I deserve it.
7. How to help people appreciate life.
8. Life doesn't follow a strict patten, things happen for no reason.
9. People are getting worse every single day, and they need to learn.
10. Cherish your life. Cherish your life.

1. Take medication.
2. Work on my plans.
3. Write - either keeping my diary, or writing letters.
4. ~~Thank whomever that Amanda survived her test.~~
5. Brush my teeth.
6. ~~Remember him~~
7. Test people, or at least think about it.
8. Be grateful that I learnt my lessons when I did.
9. Draw, when my motor skills allow.
10. Stave off at least one headache.

john_kramer @ 2008-08-09T10:13:00

2008-08-09T09:14:59Z

Thanks must go to my beloved amanda_young for my wonderful layout.

I love it.

Thank you!

OOC - FTW!

2007-12-04T12:16:05Z

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

*so amused*

Saw in 30 seconds as performed by bunnies.

For tenwordstories

2007-10-31T15:07:38Z

A man must have seen death to be born again.

For sixwordstories

2007-10-31T12:11:38Z

Cherish your life. Cherish your life.

For sixwordstories

2007-10-31T12:09:27Z

Can't help them, gotta help themselves.

For sixwordstories

2007-10-26T20:04:50Z

She was right, never forgave her.

ooc: possible spoilers for saw 4 in comments.

[LM] Prompt #34 - "Battle" by Colbie Caillat

2007-05-01T09:29:04Z

“You will give everything to me. Every cell in your body. Is that understood?”

“Yes”

“The marks on your arms, they’re from another life. You will leave that life behind. When you go down that corridor, there is no turning back, do you understand that?

“Yes”

He stands and watches her, the pain in his head is great but he can push it away just for a little while, just for now. He studies her features, the movement of her body; both graceful and awkward all at once and he knows that whilst she might hesitate, she might stutter and stop, turning around to watch him with fear in her eyes she will do this.

“Go”

He watches her nod, swallow hard and he thrusts an envelope into her hands, everything she needs in that brown paper - plans, instructions, and everything they had talked about before hand. She walks towards the door and he keeps his breathing calm, he keeps his face calm, everything is calm and as she stops and turns back at him there is such conflict them but there is also something else, the one thing he chose her for - there’s determination.

The fear lasts only a second and then it’s gone again - her emotions are strong, even now as she struggles to keep them under control, they will always be there, just under the surface struggling to escape, to erupt no matter how much she is like him in so many ways, no matter how much she is the closest he’s ever come to forming a connection since… he swallows, closing his eyes, his jaw setting briefly as he remembers and then pushes the thoughts away. They will not serve him here, would not serve him now.

He opens his eyes after a few brief seconds, takes a deep breath that burns his lungs and coughs, nodding once at her questioning look before she begins to walk down the corridor and he watches her leave.

The battle has truly begun.

[tm] April Prompt

2007-04-30T15:04:33Z

I don’t want to be remembered for anything. I have a job, a mission, I was born again from the ashes to teach people what they need to advance in life. There are times, when the pain gets too much, when all I want to do is close my eyes and forget about everything and everyone but I can’t do that - I made a vow, I was given a task and I need to complete it. Amanda; yes she is far more emotional than I ever will be, and those emotions will eventually be her downfall but I truly believe that if she works at it she is capable of so many great things. It is in her I see the future, my life’s work continued…

She is probably the only one who will remember me, she is the only one that sees me at my best as well as the my worse - she is pretty much the only one who cares for me even though I know it is more than a friend she sees me as. It’s in her eyes every time she looks at me. I cannot allow myself to acknowledge it anymore than I have done. She can’t know. It will spoil everything.

[TM] Prompt 27b

2007-03-21T14:41:58Z

He moved through the shadows, his eyes and ears ever strained for every little movement and sound. It was late at night and so it was practically empty but he kept quiet, graceful, invisible to all those except who he allowed to see them - and even then when he did, it would be too late for them. In his inside pocket lay the syringe, filled with enough of the formula to knock them out for as long as it took to get them back.

Excitement burned within him, the itch to get another step of his plan accomplished, out of the way so he could start another. His heart pounded as he crouched down beside the car and waited, his breathing heavier than he would have liked but such things had to be accounted for - things you couldn’t change no matter how much you might want to. The mask was hot against his face, but that again was another necessity. The cloak he wore buried him, offered him a strange kind of security, the blade he wore nestled beneath the sleeve, useful for if things got out of hand although they seldom had enough time to struggle.

He didn’t have to wait long, the footsteps of the other echoing around the empty parking lot. A slow smile stretched across his face as the footsteps got closer, a few notes of melody straining across the breeze as it did so…closer…

He moved around the back of the car as they got even closer, his fingers moving into the side of his cloak, bringing out the glass, liquid and metal, balancing it in his fingers until he had it right. Keys fumbled in the car door and it opens and he strikes, his muscles pushing him up from the ground, one arm wrapped around his neck, the other finger the most prominent vein and sliding the needle home, the other body’s weight sagging underneath him;

“Hello Doctor Gordon…” he hissed as the other man’s conscience faded to black.

His work had finally begun.