Dr. Spencer Reid (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} awkwardgenius) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg,@ 2010-07-11 11:51:00 |
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Can You Handle The Truth?
Who: Dr. Spencer Reid and Sarah Jane Smith [also open to the Doctor or Luke should they want to jump in!].
What: Reid lays some truths on Sarah Jane... and is kind of happy just to have company again!
When: Day 2, very late afternoon.
Where: Sarah Jane, Luke and the Doctor's house.
Rating: PG-13 for descriptions of torture.
Status: Incomplete.
Clad in his vest and shirt with the map in the kit that was now slung around his shoulder in the same fashion his tan leather go-bag used to be, Reid located the small residential area near the Post Office and set off on foot through the town. His nerves were on edge and his hyperactive senses were tingling, more than terrified at being alone in Vas Captio, alone and exposed out in the open. He had no idea how people were selected for these cruel, torturous tests that the Management enjoyed inflicting upon them, but he hoped it wasn't by picking on those wandering out by themselves. Selfishly, he would much rather be forced to observe. He had been on the receiving end of torture before, and knew from personal experience that it was not a scenario he wanted repeated again. Ever.
Had he not been terrified, he may have marvelled at the old architecture of the town. It was so aged, like it had been here since the fifties or so. Ghost towns were commonplace in America, but to see one this well-kept was interesting. Though, his senses were distracted with keeping an eye out, and so he barely noticed too much whilst walking across the town, eventually walking into the residential area and scanning the cookie cutter houses.
Sarah Jane had said she would be standing outside to ensure he found the correct house. Strolling the block, he eventually found one home that had an older woman stood outside, a woman whose face he recognized as he got closer as Sarah Jane's from the bunker beforehand. Swallowing, and trying to remind himself why he was here (he wanted the company as well as to explain somewhere more private than the journals, which could no doubt be read by Management), Reid approached and flashed an awkward half-smile, lifting his hand in a wave.
"Sarah Jane?" he called out as he got closer.
Who: Dr. Spencer Reid and Sarah Jane Smith [also open to the Doctor or Luke should they want to jump in!].
What: Reid lays some truths on Sarah Jane... and is kind of happy just to have company again!
When: Day 2, very late afternoon.
Where: Sarah Jane, Luke and the Doctor's house.
Rating: PG-13 for descriptions of torture.
Status: Incomplete.
Clad in his vest and shirt with the map in the kit that was now slung around his shoulder in the same fashion his tan leather go-bag used to be, Reid located the small residential area near the Post Office and set off on foot through the town. His nerves were on edge and his hyperactive senses were tingling, more than terrified at being alone in Vas Captio, alone and exposed out in the open. He had no idea how people were selected for these cruel, torturous tests that the Management enjoyed inflicting upon them, but he hoped it wasn't by picking on those wandering out by themselves. Selfishly, he would much rather be forced to observe. He had been on the receiving end of torture before, and knew from personal experience that it was not a scenario he wanted repeated again. Ever.
Had he not been terrified, he may have marvelled at the old architecture of the town. It was so aged, like it had been here since the fifties or so. Ghost towns were commonplace in America, but to see one this well-kept was interesting. Though, his senses were distracted with keeping an eye out, and so he barely noticed too much whilst walking across the town, eventually walking into the residential area and scanning the cookie cutter houses.
Sarah Jane had said she would be standing outside to ensure he found the correct house. Strolling the block, he eventually found one home that had an older woman stood outside, a woman whose face he recognized as he got closer as Sarah Jane's from the bunker beforehand. Swallowing, and trying to remind himself why he was here (he wanted the company as well as to explain somewhere more private than the journals, which could no doubt be read by Management), Reid approached and flashed an awkward half-smile, lifting his hand in a wave.
"Sarah Jane?" he called out as he got closer.