Scanning through all of your self-pitying entries now, it occurs to me that I should probably be thanking my body for picking the ideal time for my first Barge coma. Far better to be unconscious than spend yet another port watching you ineffectually fall to pieces.

[LOL not really. She's freaked out by the idea that she can spontaneously fall ( Read more... )

[Amanda is seated on her bed, dressed a little more...conservatively than usual. She's wearing a normal-looking blouse and a pair of slacks, specifically. The usual animosity in her expression and body language are completely gone. Instead, she looks slightly quizzical.]

People are behaving oddly, so I guess we're in the middle of another flood. It ( Read more... )

[Amanda is, as usual, sitting in her room, upon the bed. The difference is that, aside from her bed and clothing, her room is completely bare. Guess who lost all her stuff again? Amanda doesn't actually care about this issue at all, but that won't stop her from purposefully trying to sow anger and unrest!]

If I'd done to someone else what Edward ( Read more... )

[When Amanda turns on the video function, a hellish scream is broadcast, and Amanda can be seen trying to crawl on the floor towards her door. Why crawling, you ask? Well, that would be because her Achilles tendons have been completely severed at the ankle. That would also explain the trail of blood being smeared behind her by her feet...but not ( Read more... )

You.

Much as I fuckin' hate it, there's something I need to talk to you about.

[Private to Sarah]

[She sounds nasal and congested. You know what that means.]

We're not fuckin' talkin' about him. Not now, not ever.

Understand?

[Private to Hoffman]

You're a dead man walking, you gutless son of a bitch. Enjoy the lack of a death toll while you can.

[Blissfully unaware that he's planning to kill her already lol]

[Say hello to Amanda's alcoholic father, who is at the core of most (if not all) of her many issues.]

I don't really get how this shit works. I get what this place is for, but it's not making a damn bit of sense...especially seein' as how I died of a fuckin' heart attack when my kid was in prison.

[He shrugs it off, like it doesn't even matter to him ( Read more... )

We need to talk. Face-to face.

Now.

[Amanda is, as the title says, sitting on a cot in a cell in Level 0. What else is new? This time her left hand is bandaged, but aside from that she looks none the worse for wear. She actually managed to sneak a shower in before getting caught, and tricked Angelica into letting her change into clean clothes, so she's not even the tiniest bit bloody ( Read more... )

[Because Amanda is a creeper who reads EVERY ENTRY AND COMMENT AVAILABLE TO HER, she's already noticed that random people have invaded the network. She...does not look pleased.]

Oh come on. Not this shit again!

[Although she would like to talk to Jill again, or even John...which won't happen because it would fuck her up so bad, lol :c]

The Admiral is ( Read more... )