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Tweak says, "Caps Off For Charity!"

Dr. Spencer Reid (thisiscalm) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2014-05-20 23:33:00

Entry tags:

artemis crock, data, kitty pryde (aoa), nathan harris, sam winchester, spencer reid, tyki mikk

272 // open dreams
[ Option one: UnSub of the Week. ]

[ You’re hunted. Maybe you really did something, or perhaps you’re falsely accused but whatever happened, they’re on to you. The FBI is closing in. They know where you live, big black vans swarming like bluebottle flies outside the building, men and women in dark blue flak vests filing in, weapons at the ready. They’re on to you.

The soft footsteps of worn sneakers are coming closer in the hallway. They’re on to you. They’re almost here. ]

[ Option two: Compulsion to Move ]

[ You find yourself in a loft apartment. It’s dimly lit, shadows concealing most of the furniture aside from a lit circle in the middle of the floor. Two chairs pulled up, facing each other. Perhaps you’re tied to one of them, or maybe you’re just a bystander. Whichever you are, Reid is sitting in the other. Hands tied behind his back, blindfold fastened over his eyes.

Whatever is happening, it’s clear you’re not alone. ]

[ Option three: Phantasmagoria ]

[ The room is warmly lit, a deep golden sunshine filtering in from the tall windows, glistening off the leeches that are slowly and endlessly seeping out of the walls. Sawdust is flickering through the air, catching the light and piling onto the floor in soft, golden mounds, rippled like sand dunes around the electric chair that stands in the middle of the room.

There’s someone sitting in it, zipped up in a body bag. Slight movement reveals that it’s not a corpse. Aside from this, the room remains still and calm. ]

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	noahism 2014-05-22 08:46 pm UTC (link)
	[Tyki's lips curl around the cigarette, a devilish smile as he slowly starts to turn around. He doesn't raise his hands, he seems nonchalant.] I didn't hear you knock. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	thisiscalm 2014-05-23 12:43 pm UTC (link)
	I didn't. [ Finger on the trigger, he inches closer. ] Hands on your head, or I'll shoot. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2014-05-24 06:07 pm UTC (link)
	A little rude, wouldn't you say? [Tyki doesn't listen, leaving his hands at his side save to raise one to take his cigarette. Flicking the ashes at the corpse.] Veeery bad manners. [He dares you to shoot.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	thisiscalm 2014-05-24 07:33 pm UTC (link)
	You're not one to talk about bad manners. [ A shift in stance, grip tightening. ] Last warning. Hands on your head. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2014-05-24 08:01 pm UTC (link)
	I don't think so. [He says with his brows raised, starting to take a full step towards Reid instead.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	thisiscalm 2014-05-24 08:24 pm UTC (link)
	[ One step too many. True to his word, Reid shoots. No flinching, no blinking — the hours at the gun range after Emily's death paid off. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2014-05-24 08:45 pm UTC (link)
	[Tyki stops, mid-step, clutching a hand to his chest with a look of... mock surprise.] That - almost hit me. [He drops his hand away, not a sign of being shot. He advances the rest of his step towards Reid.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	thisiscalm 2014-05-24 10:17 pm UTC (link)
	[ The lack of a wound forces a sharp intake of air, partially in surprise and partially in complete and utter terror. He keeps firing, empties his magazine and then some while knowing fully well that it won't hit. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2014-05-24 10:18 pm UTC (link)
	[Tyki just swaggers up close, reaching to pluck the gun from Reid's hands.] You've put holes in my walls. I'll be needing an apology. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	thisiscalm 2014-05-25 05:07 pm UTC (link)
	[ With the gun out of his hands he's really helpless, stumbling backwards until the wall hits his back. Was it that close? Did he really put himself in a position so easily cornered? ] Stop... stop it! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2014-05-26 05:08 am UTC (link)
	Stop? Why would I? [Gun in his hand, he points it at Reid for the fun of it. He's not a man who likes guns, however, but the position of power is nothing to laugh at - empty chambers or not. He presses the muzzle of the gun to Reid's chest forcefully.] Your disrupted something, barging in and waving this around. Apologize. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	thisiscalm 2014-05-26 04:22 pm UTC (link)
	[ Despite knowing fully well that the gun is as empty as can be he still raises his hands, heart fluttering like a panicked sparrow in his chest. Where is that backup..? ] I'm sorry... okay? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2014-05-28 04:36 am UTC (link)
	[Without bullets, Tyki can still press that gun into your chest, Reid. Which he does, phasing halfway in, for show.] Any last words? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	thisiscalm 2014-05-28 11:05 am UTC (link)
	[ This is it. This is it, this is it, there is no way he can think himself out of this one. Nothing to hold over Tyki's head, to force his hand in the other direction. He draws a deep breath, eyes closing. ] Thomas Merton. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2014-06-02 07:06 am UTC (link)
	Should that have meaning to me? [Actually intrigued.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	thisiscalm 2014-06-02 03:50 pm UTC (link)
	Not to you. Never to you. [ That's the one thing Tyki can't touch. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2014-06-03 07:16 am UTC (link)
	And here I thought I'd hear a plea for your life, oh well. [Tyki laughs, pushing the gun entirely into Reid's chest. And then he pulls his hand back without it, leaving Reid to feel the weight of it suddenly sink in.] There's your gun back. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	thisiscalm 2014-06-03 07:48 pm UTC (link)
	[ He stumbles back as the weight settles, an odd prickling pain spreading through his chest. Nothing burst... nothing that he can feel at least but this is bad. So bad. ] At least... kill me. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2014-06-04 07:46 am UTC (link)
	Oh, but what would the fun be in that? [Tyki laughs, watching Reid's reaction before leaning forward. Close enough to put his cigarette out on the side of his neck.] So fast to beg for death though, duly noted. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	thisiscalm 2014-06-04 06:05 pm UTC (link)
	[ You can't endure a cigarette burn quietly, but at least he manages to squeeze off the pained yelp into a hiss and then a whimper. Breathing heavy now, which only makes it hurt all the more. He coughs, wetly. ] Isn't that what you've always wanted..? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2014-06-05 06:19 am UTC (link)
	It's what I do best. [He grins, gripping Reid's jaw to have him open his mouth so he may deposit the cigarette butt inside it.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	thisiscalm 2014-06-05 12:55 pm UTC (link)
	[ He thrashes against the grip, skin slick with sweat that soaks into his shirt. Spitting and grimacing, he tries to fight against the tremors of shock that are threatening to take him over completely. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2014-06-05 06:30 pm UTC (link)
	You're moving too much. [He says as if it's amusing, ready to slide his fingers into Reid's mouth if he needs to to push the butt down his throat.] You are the worst house guest. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	thisiscalm 2014-06-05 11:40 pm UTC (link)
	[ Well, if that's what he wants to do he better be prepared for biting. He coughs, wet and painful, desperately gasping for air. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2014-06-06 09:14 pm UTC (link)
	[Bite all you want, Tyki's hands have an unnatural coating of dark matter to keep his long fingers from harm. Which, as a matter of fact, are pushing that cigarette butt to the back of his throat regardless of any gag reflex. Those are fun to watch.] Swallow and I'll think about taking that gun out of your chest. Deal? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)