InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "He stole all my clothes,"

stephen hart secretly listens to the spice girls. (bleedinghart) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-10-09 23:12:00

Entry tags:

!active, daniel "oz" osbourne, day 26, location: forest, remy lebeau, spencer reid, stephen hart

Day 26 - New arrivals!
Who: Stephen, Spencer, and Oz. [And maybe any locals that happen upon them.]
What: The latest victims wake up in Vas.
Where: Edge of the forest near the clock tower.
When: Day 26 - 7:15am.
Rating: PG.
Status: Active.

It was the prickle of grass against his skin, tickling his nose, that woke Stephen up. The feeling was by no means uncommon, but it was off. He had just been at the beach; grass was not what he should be feeling. Beach... the scorpion... Helen's hushed voice... they were dead...

His thoughts brought consciousness swiftly and Stephen sat up abruptly, eyes flying open. But instead of falling on gently crashing waves or sand or that damned giant scorpion thrashing at the end of its tether he was faced with a treeline, and an unfamiliar one at that. What happened? Had an anomaly just... appeared right in front of him? The last thing he remembered was striding across the sand to his vehicle with Helen's words echoing in his head. The team was dead. Nick was dead. But Helen was alive and needed him to play hero and rescue her.

A hard shake of his head, one hand briefly pressing to a temple and then running back through his hair as he tried to feel if he had been knocked out with something, and then he was getting to his feet. Blue eyes narrowed slightly at the trees, likely the edge of a forest of some size. Something was off. It didn't look right, or feel right. He just couldn't quite put his finger on it at the moment. A noise had him turning sharply to one side, left hand reaching for a gun that wasn't there, and a confused look came to his face when he saw someone else lying in the grass. Actually, two someones. Two men he didn't recognize, at all.

He took a quick look around him, weary of a threat appearing out of nowhere, only to have his sense of confusion increase as he saw buildings somewhat nearby. So. An anomaly appeared out of nowhere that went to... the future? Somewhere not so far in the past? Unlikely. And that wouldn't explain the two others. Or why there was no shining anomaly nearby. Stephen rubbed a hand over his face, the other resting on his hip as he sighed heavily. This couldn't be happening... whatever the hell was happening. He needed to get to Helen. He needed to find the team, even if they were dead. No matter what she said, he wouldn't believe it unless he saw it for himself. It was too unfathomable to think that they were really dead. That Nick and Connor and Abby were gone.

Briefly lost in his thoughts and the grief that wanted to creep up on him, Stephen didn't immediately catch on that the other two men were stirring.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

awkwardgenius
2009-10-16 04:52 am UTC (link)

Reid seemed content to just let the Cajun man babble at him, that and the charming smile was pretty hypnotizing. He has charisma, that was for sure, and Reid often felt awkward around those who did. His mind was beginning to wake up now, sharp and alert as usual, and he was beginning to piece the tidbits of information together and formulate a mental image of the place he had been... brought. He wasn't about to use the 't' word like the younger man had done.

He was going to imagine for a moment that this was a normal case, and that their captors were most definitely normal human beings, and see what he could draw from this, whether he was deduct anything useful. If what the men were saying was true, then the team wouldn't be arriving within a few hours with their guns and vests and smoke bombs and SWAT units. At least if they... if they were being tortured here, if people were in fact being subjected to cruel experiments, he could perhaps use what he figured out to keep himself sane. And alive.

So, they were being kept in a 'glass prison' or a 'vessel of imprisonment', according to the literal translation of the name of the place. Their captors were probably narcisistic, cruel, and most likely atheist, if they were attempting to play God like this. Atheist, or with a strong hatred of religion, most likely linked to childhood trauma or abuse surrounding the subject. They were probably controlling, possibly even OCD. And they were sadistic, if what the Cajun was saying about torture was true.

As for the sun not setting and the 'other worlds' thing, well. Reid hadn't gotten that far yet. Let him deal with the fact he was in a place filled with people who were teased, tortured, and eventually killed and left to be found by their fellow captives. That was enough for now.

He was now stood toward the back of the group, going through the survival kit and only partially paying attention to what was being said.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bleedinghart
2009-10-16 10:23 pm UTC (link)

This place sounded like a menagerie of strange and weird and he really couldn't help thinking how helpful it would have been to have Cutter there to help make sense of it all. Or at least for them to bounce theories off each other. Well, if they were talking to each other. And he was alive.

Stephen fought against a headache he could sense coming on, though he didn't have to fake being interested in the talk of people coming from different times. Well, that if nothing else certainly sounded like the anomalies. Though if an anomaly was the cause, why weren't people escaping back through it when one appeared? Fear? Were they unaware? Too many questions and not enough answers for him, and no friends he could turn to for help figuring them out.

He hesitated briefly before offering his name, in the end deciding names were harmless, and no doubt better than any sort of nickname the curious man with red eyes could think up. "Stephen. You said the sun hasn't set for two days?" The scientist in him was already thinking how that could effect the animal and plant life, if it was a normal sort of occurrence.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ace_of_clubs
2009-10-17 01:23 am UTC (link)

"Oz, S'even." Sorry, Stephen, he couldn't pronounce that T just right, you'd just have to remain a bastard version of your name. Lucky Oz, who didn't have that problem, and Reid, who was simply 'Ree'. Oh well, it was close, right? Don't get too upset about it, boys. It was just that accent.

"Non, no nigh' f' two days.. kin'a ea's 'way a' you. Worse when i's 'de nigh' all 'de time.. can block ou' 'de sun, bu' you can' make i' rise." At least the Cajun had begun eating again when the sun had come up, and he had no trouble sleeping during the day, as he'd done it often. No sleep depervation here, Management. Sorry about that.

"C'mon, show y' t' 'de gym, can' have uh look roun' 'dere, maybe y' stay, maybe y' move on. Anywhere y' feel 'de mos' comfy." With that, he was turning his back and stepping out onto the asphalt, leading the way down the road (a real road!) to the large, looming building not far off.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -