Post by Krys Robin on Aug 22, 2009 11:23:51 GMT -5
OOC: Sounds good to me. Say if you guys want to do a time skip and move everyone over to Quarantine.. -So we can do some dramatic fluff- I'm cool with it 
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Krys didn't know much in this moment of extreme emotional stress but she did know one thing and that was that she wanted Spencer Reid out of that room! She wanted him safe, even if that meant that she had to wrap her arms around him and hold onto the young genius for dear life... And quite literally! What if something worse happened to him? What if he died? She'd never be able to see him again! She'd never be able to make him smile, or laugh, or make him try new things. It had become a part of the routine that was her life and it wasn't something that she wanted to lose.
Brown eyes darted across the floor in the struggle. She just wanted Spencer to be safe, to be okay. And yet they were separated by feet and now plexi glass. It felt like worlds away and she absolutely hated it. It made her nervous. It made her upset. Her fingers tried to pry at the arms around her with a loud grunt but with no success. She wanted to make a dash for her best friend. To somehow magically press the button and get inside, but that was no longer a possibility. The panic continued to set in. What if she never saw him again? This thought kept torturing her mind and her brown eyes darted up to look at Spencer.
"I can't go." She whimpered quietly, her eyes meeting Spencer's even with the distance between them. She appeared absolutely destroyed, as though if someone so much as poked her she would have crumpled to the ground. She was nearly begging him, for his permission that would make it okay to stay though she knew it was futile. She would have to go. She would have to leave him. "I don't want to leave you.." She managed to get out, so quietly that maybe Spencer hadn't heard it. Her hands squeezed the man's arms that was around her but she was blatantly ignoring him, her gaze so focused on her ill fated best friend.
"Krys, you have to go with them, Please. If you get sick too then this would have been for nothing."
The data analyst stared blankly at him. Blinking back tears. He was right. Of course he was right. He was a genius. The boy wonder. He knew everything. But that didn't mean that she had to like it. Swallowing she allowed the man to guide her away, though her head turned to look at Spencer the entire way, semeingly hesitant and pained by this decision.
"It's not okay. It's not okay at all." She confessed quietly before finally she was led out of sight.
))Krys didn't know much in this moment of extreme emotional stress but she did know one thing and that was that she wanted Spencer Reid out of that room! She wanted him safe, even if that meant that she had to wrap her arms around him and hold onto the young genius for dear life... And quite literally! What if something worse happened to him? What if he died? She'd never be able to see him again! She'd never be able to make him smile, or laugh, or make him try new things. It had become a part of the routine that was her life and it wasn't something that she wanted to lose.
Brown eyes darted across the floor in the struggle. She just wanted Spencer to be safe, to be okay. And yet they were separated by feet and now plexi glass. It felt like worlds away and she absolutely hated it. It made her nervous. It made her upset. Her fingers tried to pry at the arms around her with a loud grunt but with no success. She wanted to make a dash for her best friend. To somehow magically press the button and get inside, but that was no longer a possibility. The panic continued to set in. What if she never saw him again? This thought kept torturing her mind and her brown eyes darted up to look at Spencer.
"I can't go." She whimpered quietly, her eyes meeting Spencer's even with the distance between them. She appeared absolutely destroyed, as though if someone so much as poked her she would have crumpled to the ground. She was nearly begging him, for his permission that would make it okay to stay though she knew it was futile. She would have to go. She would have to leave him. "I don't want to leave you.." She managed to get out, so quietly that maybe Spencer hadn't heard it. Her hands squeezed the man's arms that was around her but she was blatantly ignoring him, her gaze so focused on her ill fated best friend.
"Krys, you have to go with them, Please. If you get sick too then this would have been for nothing."
The data analyst stared blankly at him. Blinking back tears. He was right. Of course he was right. He was a genius. The boy wonder. He knew everything. But that didn't mean that she had to like it. Swallowing she allowed the man to guide her away, though her head turned to look at Spencer the entire way, semeingly hesitant and pained by this decision.
"It's not okay. It's not okay at all." She confessed quietly before finally she was led out of sight.
