where am i (OPEN)

[DR. SPENCER REID]

Spencer was confused, which was not a common occurrence for the guy with the three PhDs and two BA’s who worked for the BAU. He was actually the youngest member of the BAU but currently the genius was suffering from the headache from hell. Blinking pain out of his eyes and sitting up he looked for the warm feeling of blood from anywhere. Once assured he didn’t actually have a head injury he sat up. But now posed to the question where was he, what had happened, how did he get to wherever here was and where was everyone else. Standing up on his long legs Spencer blinked again was Derek or someone else playing a trick on him? Or was he kidnapped by another serial killer and this was some torture game in a town made of wax? Spencer stopped that last thought because that sounded like something his mother would say in one of her schizophrenic episodes. Walking around Spencer didn’t know where to go which added to the confusion. Spencer went into the town looking at the different things in town and citing off what he knew about each style of house from what he read in books. Spencer was soon in what appeared to be the business district of town.

Spencer decided that he needed to find a map of the town learn the demographics, find some crayons and make a topography map of the landscape and learn what he could about where he was. Ok the crayons thing made him seem like a ten year old boy. Even though when he was ten he was in his sophomore year of high school. His big brain got him picked on because everyone in high school had been going through puberty and all of that and he was still a little kid. Technically not a little kid he was entering adolescence but he wasn’t ready for puberty yet. But Spencer thought about the crayon more he could trace its history pretty far back. No one really thought that that was weird if they knew him though. He knew for a fact that someone could ask him how many kernels of corn there were on an ear of corn and be able to give them an accurate number with exactly how many rows there are in each ear of corn.

Spencer learned all of this from reading so when he found the library he knew he could find information there. Pulling several books off of the shelves starting in the geography section, Spencer found a chair and curled up in it. His knees were up by his chest, his feet on the chair, his arms on the arm rests and the book resting on his knees. With an average of 500 words per page Spencer was able to read 20,000 words a minute he was averaging about 40 pages a minute. He was reading the average book in about 10 to 15 minutes depending on how many words and pages. Which meant he was going through way more information that most people his age, Spencer knew that most people didn’t realize how much information the mind could truly process if you knew what you were doing, granted his genius intellect did help matters along. Spencer wasn’t concerned with other people in fact he wasn’t even really on the same planet anymore. He was kind of off in his own little world inside of books because he went somewhere else when he was reading.

However he had ended up in that strange place he was glad that he still had his gun but hoped he wouldn’t have to use it. He hated to shoot his gun and had only ever killed two people in his life but didn’t like to talk about it when he didn’t have to and as long as people who knew didn’t bring it up and people who didn’t know never asked he never spoke of it. He was fine with that concept too but he was glad to at least have the gun incase he needed it although it seemed like most of the time people found him holding a gun to be hilarious which he didn’t get. Hearing a noise Spencer was on high alert. He put down the book and got into position to defend himself gun still in the holster.

[JOHANNA MASON]

A searing sunlight nearly blinded Johanna the second she opened her eyes, it's warmth casting down on her already well tanned skin and causing her to get on her feet far too quickly. Things spun for a brief moment and she was very quick to locate her very trusty axe that she always had with her during the games, misplaced just a yard or so away from where she had been, judging from some of the blood on the ground. Her grip on it was immediate and tight, it poised up as she glanced around, expecting someone to come for her out of instinct. So she'd been in the games more than once, that was definitely not paranoia when you were supposed to be in at that very second. Everyone was an enemy, regardless of if you'd made an alliance. And considering she'd stabbed Katniss in the arm, well, no doubt she'd be re-thinking about that so called alliance. But dammit, it had been for her own good, the girl just couldn't be allowed to know a thing about what was going on. They wanted her, and the rest of them weren't allowing it. It was simple.

But things were empty, too empty for how they should have been. The playing arena looked like it had been reversed, the island with the Cornucopia was no where in sight and giving a glance out at the place, the water seemed to be on every side in the distance. They were on an island? Now like hell, that made absolutely no sense. Out of habit, her hands gripped even tighter around the axe, muscles prepped like she was right about to throw like she'd done numerous times in the past. Being in the games, things like killing wasn't something that you lost a night's sleep on. It was more than literally a game of kill or be killed. And she wasn't going to die - other than for the mockingjay. But it was almost like they weren't even in the arena, hell, she'd seen the the place practically blow up after what they had done. Which could have also explained why things looked so different... but this different, was well, impossible. It was like they'd move where she was.

The frown on her beautiful face was no doubt a noticeable one, as well as the scowl. Johanna let her hair, too long in her opinion, fall down past her back as she kicked off the dirty shoes. She left them there, the ground not at all bothering her feet. It was tempting to take off the jumpsuit as well, but she decided it was best to do so not quite as exposed and very easily in the eye. It was still covered in dirt and blood, from various people no doubt, even though it was also ugly and unflattering. The purple, almost plastic looking belt was still in fairly good shape and may come in handy if this place really was surrounded by water. That would be something to check up on sooner or later, but now, she needed to figure out where she was. Then she could focus on various survival things like food and water.

So, the building closest to her had to be a good place to start. It was labelled as a library and her thoughts couldn't help but flicker to District 7 and all of it's buildings there, typically with a few peacekeepers around. Pressing her full lips into a thin line, she left the blade of the axe hover just above the ground, keeping a single hand on the handle and holding it with easy strength. She was not as weak as she looked, considering that she'd been able to flawlessly execute it through the air since she was roughly seven. Entering the building, the door was silent enough until it shut, and she couldn't help but mentally curse at herself. So much for coming in quiet, it would have been a better idea to go in guns blazing figuratively from the appearance of it. "Hello?" She called out roughly, rather hoping that no one would be there.

[DR. SPENCER REID]

Spencer followed the source of the noise and found a girl just catching her saying hello. She could be totally harmless but at the same time he knew that innocent looking people could be killers. Like the girl two years into him working with BAU that was obsessive compulsive and starting fires. He had thought of this because he had been asked by Gideon to think outside of the box, which is how Spencer had thought of obsessive compulsive disorder. Gideon had been the father figure to Spencer that he missed out on when his father walked out on him and his schizophrenic mother. Spencer knew that that would always bother him the chance that he could be schizophrenic but he couldn’t focus on that right now. He looked over the girl again, he could possibly take her physically but he doubted it, he knew JJ could kick his butt when she wanted to. Thinking about JJ brought up thoughts of his godson, he wondered how Henry was, but at least he was for sure safe with JJ at home where he should be.

Spencer found himself ready to pull out his gun if necessary he figured in his case that would be much more effective than trying to take a person who was carrying an ax with his bare hands. He could see the blood stains on the jump suit and that put him onto high alert people with axes probably shouldn’t be trusted in Spencer’s book. Ok that was more like something out of Rossi’s book or Morgan’s book since his own book would go into the history of axes and why people use them to murder people or dismember people. He briefly wondered if she was a person who dismembered people. Now he knew that he had been with the BAU to long when he was wondering about how she killed people with her ax. That and he was kind of excited about being able to profile someone somewhere that he wasn’t from. Which told Spencer that maybe the team’s suggestion about him needing a vacation was true. But he didn’t care he loved to profile people it was amusing for him and his big brain got to be busy while profiling not that anyone really cared about that part of it at all. Spencer regretted wearing short sleeves because he had a watch on and it was bothering him at the moment but he knew if he looked away from her she could kill him if she wanted too

”Hello is a greeting or salutation in the English language it showed up in 1833 in an American book called The Sketches and Eccentricities of Col. David Crockett of West Tennessee and was reprinted the same year in The London Literary Gazette. It wasn’t used extensively in literature until 1860 though. It is an alteration of the word hallo or hollo which came from Old High German halâ, holâ, emphatic imperative of halôn, holôn to fetch, used especially in hailing a ferryman. It also has connections to an influence from an earlier form holla which is from the French, holà roughly, 'whoa there!', from French là 'there’. In addition to hello, hallo and hollo, hullo and rarely hillo exist as variants or related words and the word hello can be spelt using any of the five vowels and still mean the same thing. The use of hello as a phone greeting is credited to Thomas Edison. Alexander Graham Bell originally used Ahoy. And in 1889 the central telephone exchange operators were known as hello girls due to the fact that the greeting was associated with the phone” said Spencer kind of rambling off because of the female in front of him.

For whatever reason women made Spencer babble like an idiot granted an idiot with a huge IQ score and an eidetic memory. Spencer had no idea what he was actually supposed to say to a girl they all turned him into a babbling dictionary which he had read cover to cover mostly because he was bored and wanted something to do. Spencer looked at the girl and forced himself to shut his mouth before he went into the history of axes on her even though he knew full well that he could distract someone from killing him by doing that though like his thirteen minute lecture that he gave an unsub so that he couldn’t kill him and Hotch.

[JOHANNA MASON]

The place definitely looked like it should have been deserted, if she had any say in the matter. The only thing that she coil see were a few tables, a dusty desk, and large shelves that seemed to be lined with books throughout the whole building. This had to be absolutely stupid, out of all of the buildings that could have been closest to her. A frustrated sigh came out, this place looked like it was going to be useless considering her large lack of patience on reading and all related kinds of things. It also didn't look like it'd be any great source of information for someone like her, because she knew the only thing that meant you were remotely near safety was that simple on a piece of bread. The hiding places were endless of course, but it was always kept with someone just in case. And she was doubting people were here.

Of course, she hadn't really expected some lanky man-child to come out of practically nowhere in the place. Johanna was very quick to look him over, and more importantly to see the gun at his side. It looked on the old side of things, but she wasn't that great about keeping up with weaponry. All she needed was an axe, after all, and there wasn't much special stuff you could do to one. Regardless, she knew that she could have the axe up and throw it at his face (of course, she never missed as well) before he could pull out the gun and no doubt have to work up the nerve to kill her. Most people were wimps and never had to personally deal with taking lives like she had. If didn't bother her anymore, though, the need for survival very well took over any guilt that could have bugged her about it. Then again, with how bitter she was, there might not have been anyway regardless.

The lecture on a word, though, wasn't what she had been expecting to say the least. Weird. It wasn't exactly something that she wanted to have to listen to considering, well, she still wasn't sure where she was or if this man was a threat. After all, she was still poised in a position to either start running or throw the axe at him and fight. Fighting looked like it would be a bit on the successful side, at least that was a good sign of things. Fighting wasn't as much of a natural talent for her, but when the opponent was this skinny, it probably would have gone flawlessly for her. You could have all the knowledge in the world probably, and it still wouldn't matter much as assistance for you if you hadn't had any good and real experience when it came to fighting. Especially if you happened to be fighting fir the death.

"... Yeah. It's also a way for seeing if anyone else is here." Johanna stated simply, blinking slowly at him. "Speaking of here, where are we?" Might as well get to the point, seeing as he didn't seem to be much of a threat to her. And well if he was able to give her a huge rant on something that she really didn't care about, hopefully he'd be able to give them a simple answer about where they were.