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[helpme-fixme.livejournal.com]

Blood's slippery.
*rubs her sore backside*

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[john-kramer.livejournal.com]

Cleaning is paramount, Amanda.

[helpme-fixme.livejournal.com]

*can't help pouting a little* I was crossing the room to get the mop and didn't realize how much it splattered.

[john-kramer.livejournal.com]

Something approaching concern crosses his face* Are you alright?

[helpme-fixme.livejournal.com]

Yeah, just a little sore. Think I'm going to go sit on an ice pack or something.
*is quite tempted to say something about kissing it better, but holds back*
How about you? Are you still...are you okay?

[john-kramer.livejournal.com]

*nods a little, he's a little pale but it's one of his better days* I'm fine, Amanda. Have you done everything I asked of you? Is everything ready?

[helpme-fixme.livejournal.com]

*nods and lets her head stay bowed slightly* I think everything's ready, yeah. Sure you don't need anything, you know...for you?

((...are we set around a particular movie, or is this a non-specific "everything being ready?"))

[john-kramer.livejournal.com]

*nods, reaching with a slightly shaking hand over towards his plans, bringing them to himself and looking over them before replacing them* A glass of water, please.

ooc: just a non-specific one. John tends to be quiet most of the time so I'm just trying to get his voice pretty much, he can be so complicated. I hope this is okay.

[helpme-fixme.livejournal.com]

*fetches a glass of water and looks over his shoulder quietly*

((You're strikingly good, to be honest.))

[john-kramer.livejournal.com]

*nods his thanks and offers her a small smile, drinking slowly, almost painfully, hissing just slightly at the pain is his head but he lets it drive him further* Then it's nearly time to begin. Our...guest is ready I assume?

ooc: thank you, I do worry I don't get voices right, especially with people like John.

[helpme-fixme.livejournal.com]

*nods* The sedative should be wearing off soon. *tries to make him smile a little* Then, it's *bad impression* time to play a game.

((I worry the same thing about Amanda. I think most of us think that about our muses.))

[john-kramer.livejournal.com]

*nods, and then actually laughs* Yes. Time to see if they really appreciate life like they should.

[helpme-fixme.livejournal.com]

Hope they will. *sits on the nearest table* Sometimes, all it takes is a wake-up call.
*soft, abrupt* Thank you. Again. For waking me up.

[john-kramer.livejournal.com]

*watches her, his face unreadable* It is my mission, Amanda. My work. My legacy.

[helpme-fixme.livejournal.com]

*softly* I know...and it works. You've found something wonderful. I'm...I'm proud to carry it on. *feels awkward as hell*

[john-kramer.livejournal.com]

*smiles a little* So few learn those lessons, it is up to a select few to change that.