InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Remember where we parked!"

Dr. Spencer Reid (awkwardgenius) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-12-10 23:06:00

Who: L Lawliet and Spencer Reid.
What: A meeting between two lawmen with extremely different views.
When: Day 30, late afternoon.
Where: The outskirts of the forest.
Rating: PG-13.
Status: Active.

The events of the past few days had left Spencer Reid with a definite sense of his own mortality, as well as the mortality of the other captives trapped in this glass prison with him. The powers that be, which everyone seemed to refer to as the Management, were calculated and cruel, and controlled every aspect of their lives here - what they ate, what they did, where they slept, and how much pain they felt. It was the sadist control-freak's dream, and everyone else's worst nightmare.

Having to watch people just like him tortured on screens right before his eyes whilst he, and their friends, were put in a position where they were expected to diagnose them with mental illnesses and come out with reasons for why they acted the way they did under the most horrifying of tortures. Needless to say, he'd been watching his back, living a paranoid mess in this dilapidated little world, hoping that he wouldn't wake up in a glass tank filling with water, or with someone he may have seen around cutting him up piece by piece. He'd been sleeping as little as he could, but you didn't need an IQ for 187 to know that one needed sleep to survive.

It was late afternoon by now, according to Reid's watch, and he was wandering the outskirts of town, near the forested area where he had first arrived. It felt strange to come back here... he could almost smell the clean, fresh scent of Hotch's car as he slowly began to drift off to sleep on his way back from the airport. He closed his eyes, the wind rustling chestnut bangs and tossing them across his face, as he tried to imagine he was back in Hotch's car... or at the B.A.U, or in the jet, or anywhere. Anywhere but here.

He swallowed thickly, before opening his eyes, feeling his heart sink as his eyes met with the overgrown bush around him. He felt homesick, which was actually a stronger feeling than the one of fear and despair at the end that he may meet... well, after being cruelly tortured, if the stories of others and what he had seen were anything to go by. What he wouldn't give to have Morgan ruthlessly teasing him about being a nerd, or to feel butterflies in his stomach when JJ called him 'Spence'. He found himself staring at the ground, misery all over his face and his stomach in knots, and tried to snap himself out of it.

He should head back. Being out here alone was, no doubt, a bad idea. He dragged the baseball bat that he didn't seem to be able to part ways with behind him as he went, letting it pull a path through the dried leaves, as he headed back in the direction of the village.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

awkwardgenius
2010-01-04 03:47 am UTC (link)

The harsh eyes alighting on him was not something that Reid could've missed, even as he walked. Unable to make eye contact himself, he offered a brief half-smile, quite obviously forced, and continued to move through the thick bush before noticing that the other man wasn't following him, and pausing to look back.

His thin, pale cheeks flushed a little as L stated that he didn't really care about Freud's work, or the fact that he had condemned himself something he had been working on, which honestly Reid found intriguing and amusing in its irony. The grin was immediately gone from his face; even Reid, who was renowned for not quite getting it when someone was trying to talk him down, couldn't miss the sheer almost cruel bluntness in L's voice. He swallowed thickly, glancing down at the floor before nodding and attempting to recapture at least some of the bright enthusiasm that he had felt before.

"Well, Freud was, um... he was renowned for a great many other things besides his theories on the unconscious mind, such as repressional theories, theraputic techniques, and his redefinition of sexual desire, he... he did a great amount of work on psychology and psychopathology."

The young profiler nodded again, as if confirming what he had just said, fingers toying with the seams of his pants inside his pockets. "Bruce Feirstein once said, 'the distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success'." He glanced up, as if looking to gauge some kind of reaction from that.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

inmyownworld
2010-01-04 04:25 am UTC (link)

It was ironic; L and Reid's similarities seemed to be the barrier that kept them from fully understanding one another. While Reid was silenced and saddened by such a blunt approach, L rather preferred it. It didn't behoove him to take offense; merely to register a difference in opinion and make adjustments as necessary. He assumed that Reid would have taken it much the same way, so he was surprised when Reid seemed to inwardly curl up in a hurt shell.

Still, L wasn't expecting Reid to just... keep talking even after he'd blatantly expressed disinterest in the topic. Though he half tuned out Reid's continuing discourse regarding Freud, the last words caught his attention. He continued to stare at Reid as they walked. "Are you implying something? I assure you, there is no distance between genius and sanity once you've spent some time here. None at all. And success is being alive in the morning." L didn't have a cigarette to light, though now might have been an opportune time. Instead, he brought a lollipop from the convenience store out of his pocket and started sucking vigorously at it. "Freud's name is mud, you understand. Dabbling in theoretical psychology is all well and good when it's part of your job, Reid. But sometimes... a cigar is just a cigar, and a bad situation is just that. Babbling won't make it better." he switched gears abruptly, as he often did, with little regard for the smoothness or continuity of a conversation.

"What do you think? Are you a genius, or are you insane? Or are you just successful?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

awkward_genius
2010-01-04 05:55 am UTC (link)

The blunt approach had never really worked well with Reid. It unnerved him, made him feel uneasy and caught him off guard when he was expecting, for the most part, a friendly reaction from whoever he was conversing with.

As L started to walk, Reid nearly tripped over an exposed root on the ground turning sharply to follow. He wasn't entirely sure he enjoyed this man's company just yet, but it was better than the two of them wandering through the forest alone, especially given the fact that the Management had recently displayed their enjoyment of kidnapping members of the small prison community, locking them in cages and torturing them. He walked alongside L, falling ever so slightly behind out of habit, and kept his hands spread to his sides a little as he walked so as to avoid tripping on anymore debris.

"I wouldn't call it dabbling, exactly, but humouring and quite often applying theoretical psychology is definitely one aspect of my job," he said, naively continuing the conversation to defend himself and his team despite L's obvious hostility. "If it weren't for the revolutionaries like Freud, we would still be measuring the circumferences of criminals' skulls and the ratio of their facial features in order to gauge their sanity and sentence them."

The question stumped him a little, and he blinked over at the other man. "I, uh... I think... I think there's a little insanity in genius, and a little genius in insanity, honestly. You don't get one without the other, at least in some respects." He glanced down, and then back over. "What about you?"

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -