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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.