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Tweak says, "I'm a time bomb, baby"

Dr. Spencer Reid (awkwardgenius) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-10-17 00:43:00

Entry tags:

!active, day 27, kimberly corman, location: library, spencer reid

Who: Dr. Spencer Reid, and OTA.
What: Reid continues to explore after arriving in Vas.
Where: The Library.
When: Day 27, early morning.
Rating: PG.
Status: Active.

It only felt like a few hours had passed since he'd arrived, though in actuality it had probably been around twenty. Eighteen hours and twenty-three minutes, to be exact, he noted, studying the face of his watch, which he had synched up with the clocktower. The lack of darkness made it hard to gauge the time, and Reid had a feeling he was supposed to be tired, though the adrenaline of waking up in this strange place and everything else he had experienced over the past near-day was enough to keep him awake.

He had rested for a while, though he hadn't slept. He couldn't sleep, knowing that he had been, apparently, kidnapped and brought to a deserted town in the middle of an unknown location by people who enjoyed torturing and experimenting on their captives. Rest was as good as it got, for now.

His stomach hurt painfully from lack of food, though again, adrenaline that didn't seem to be wearing off was taking care of that. He had tried to ration the water, keeping it in the survival kit strapped around his shoulder. If, well, whoever had brought him here had left him a survival kit, his profiling skills led him to believe that they obviously thought of themselves as 'god' figures, having power over life and death, suffering and comfort, mercy and ruthlessness. Despite the nerves gnawing at the back of his mind, the alarm bells warning him that he was in danger, a part of him was dedicated to playing along with it - at least for now - and using that survival kit to his advantage. To survive. Though honestly, without real food, he wasn't too sure how long he would last, and he had no idea where he would obtain anything substantial to eat.

Eventually, he'd started to walk again, eidetic mind photographing the areas around him and trying to draw up a mental map of the town. His travels brought him to a large, crumbling building, greenery and trees and vines snaking their way into the dwelling from the outside, and his curiosity got the better of him as he approached and ducked into a low, dark entrance.

The building was strangely light inside, the roof cracked and broken in places, allowing the sunlight to stream through in thick rays. Reid's eyes widened a little at what he saw. It was like something out of Jurassic Park or a wild fantasy novel; the building was crumbling and deserted, and Mother Nature seemed to be attempting to reclaim the land that had once been stolen from her, trees and other greenery spreading throughout the interior. Stacks and shelves towered up all around in strict rows, forming aisles. There was a reading area in the middle, tables and chairs, some overturned, some broken, some just mouldy. It was quiet obviously an old library.

With some awe and amazement, Reid reached out toward one of the shelves and pulled a book away from the others, two fingers tilting it to read the cover. Huh. He'd read this before, or rather his mother had read it to him, many years ago. He frowned for a moment; what had he been expecting, alien literature? He pushed the book back into the shelf, wiping his fingers on his sweater vest and stepping further into the library, looking around.

He had to wonder who had been here before, and why they had left. Ghost towns were relatively commonplace, especially in the States, but they had always interested him. They were just so eerie and curious. Reaching a hand up to brush his bangs back behind one ear, he delved further into the library, curiousity and awe distracting him from his tiredness and hunger, at least for now.

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cheatingdeath
2009-10-17 01:21 pm UTC (link)

How Kimberly had managed to fall asleep in spite of the lack of darkness at night was beyond her, except for maybe the fact that she had been so mentally exhausted and Connor had helped her make the office in the library feel safe enough that she'd be all right if she let herself drift off, even if it was just for a little bit. She was, these days, a light sleeper, though, and the sound of the floorboards outside her little safe haven creaking made her snap her eyes open, heart pounding already. Slowly, she got to her feet and, breath caught in her throat, looked around the room just to make sure that the sound was in fact from the other room and not her own.

Shaking and almost afraid of what she'd find, Kimberly made her way to the doorway of the office and peeked out. There was another person in the library...and he wasn't Connor. Her jaw set against the urge to gasp and she hung in the doorway for a moment as she watched him pick a book out of the bookshelf, look at it, and put it back.

After taking a deep breath and assuring herself that whoever he was, he was more curious about the surroundings in which he currently found himself to have come specifically to hurt her, Kimberly took a step out of the office. Her stance was awkward, uncomfortable, and defensive as she hugged herself and cleared her throat gently. "Um. Hi?" she asked, chewing her bottom lip and staying close to the office door in case she needed to run back inside and lock herself in. He didn't look dangerous, but then again wasn't that what they always said about serial killers? He seemed like such a normal, nice guy. That shit was all over the news whenever a new murderer made the papers. She wondered if Connor was still in the office - because in her panic, she hadn't thought to look for him - or, if he wasn't, where he was and whether he'd really be a hero and show up at the last second should she need him.

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awkwardgenius
2009-10-17 08:09 pm UTC (link)

Reid paused at the shelves again, staring up at them. A series of vines had wrapped themselves around the wooden stacks, spreading across the books and strangling them. Very Jurassic Park. Reid hadn't really been a huge fan of those movies; action-horror wasn't exactly his favourite genre, and the plot was a little strange, though reasonably well thought out. Maybe he would compare it to Jumanji instead; now, that had been a fun movie.

Something caught his eye, and he reached out to grab one of the books off the shelves, ignoring the way the mouldy damp cover pressed wetly against his hand. He'd been reading this book when he'd left to take his mother back to Vegas; it had been in his satchel on the plane, though he hadn't had the stomach or attention span to continue with it after everything that had happened. Still awed, he gingerly eased the book open and began to flick carefully through the mouldy pages, ignoring the stench and suddenly realizing that touching mould probably wasn't a great idea. He would find somewhere to wash his hands after, and until then he would just have to make a conscious effort not to bite his nails.

He was so absorbed in the book that he didn't hear anyone moving around until Kimberly opened her mouth and spoke. The voice startled him and he literally jumped, the book dropping from his hands and slamming into the floor by his feet, the sound echoing. His head snapped up and he stared with wide eyes, deer in headlights. He quickly located the girl and froze in the middle of the library. She didn't look like much of a threat, and his mind quickly caught onto her fear and awkwardness given the way she was standing and the fact that she was hiding in the doorway. He relaxed a little.

"Um, sorry, I, I was just..." He motioned to the stacks beside him awkwardly before wiping his hands on his pants legs, smudging them a little with dirt. "I was just... looking around."