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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jun 19, 2009 13:05:00 GMT -5
Reid looked at the tickets that Krys pulled from the machine and for a moment wondered what she was going to do with them. Its not like the place was going to have any prizes that were suitable for to adults. Let alone two FBI agents. It was kind of weird to even think that she cared about the tickets. Then again with the way Krys could play the game Reid was sure she would have enough tickets to trade in for an airline ticket if she really wanted to.
Reid wasn't all the surprised when Krys joined in the game hitting the alligators on the head with her hands. If it was any other time Reid would have thought that that was cheating and pointed it out. But then there was no need to be a wet blanket now. He decided to just have fun with it. So he joined in the fun whacking the alligators with the mallet, though he still rarely hit them. At the same time he was making sure that he didn't hit Krys' hands. With that addition he ended up just hitting empty holes that an alligator hadn't come out of in many seconds. But as he realized it didn't really matter because their score was still rocketing up. Then again it really didn't matter what score they got only that they had fun. It was odd that for a second the genius had actually gotten caught up with wanting to be the best. Maybe it was because of his name on the other machine. Sudden he was scared that he could become one of those super competitive people obsessed with winning. He made a mental note to watch for it.
"I wanted a dog." Reid said plainly. He really never wanted any odd animal, knowing that it wasn't possible. It was kind of sad that he never got to imagine what it would be like having a Lion, or something, for a pet. Now that he thought about it he missed out on so much. But what was he going to do. There was nothing he could do to change what he was like back then. And he was defiantly not going to become one of those regretful people. When he was a kid he had something no one had, an adult mind, which was why he was where he was know doing what he loved in the world, and he wouldn't trade anything to have it a different way. "You know Hippos wouldn't be a very good pet they eat a ton of food every day!"
Reid smiled at the odd fun fact and quickly came up with one of his own, as he talked he continually hit the same hole over and over again hitting a few on the head. "Both crocodiles and alligators have dotted sensory pits along the upper and lower jaws that look almost like beard stubble. They detect slight changes in water pressure, thought to help the animals locate prey." Reid smiled as he hit another alligator on the head. Paired with the fact that he could say odd facts at any time and not be made fun of for doing so he was in heaven.
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Post by Krys Robin on Jun 19, 2009 13:31:42 GMT -5
"Both crocodiles and alligators have dotted sensory pits along the upper and lower jaws that look almost like beard stubble. They detect slight changes in water pressure, thought to help the animals locate prey."
"So, in a way, they're kind of like me on my computer." She chimed in, pressing another alligator on the head, it's low protests heard over the game's sound system. "My computer gives me a whole new sense that others don't have. I'm pretty much an X-Men." She was actually pretty focused on the game, though her and Spencer seemed to be having a casual conversation with the occasional swapping of facts.
"You're not god awful at this you know." Another alligator, another bop. Another one, this time she did a little move with her elbow, facing inward toward Spencer who seemed to be succeeding a little bit more with hitting the plastic green animals with big white teeth. "Did you know that alligators can sing?" Bop. "Not so much sing as puff out this little bit of skin under their necks and purr, really loud. Imagine if people did that." Her two hands moved outward and hit two separate green alligators over the head.
Just like that the game wound down, the time limit running out, and the game silence itself and yellow tickets began to print and collected, in a line, at their feet. Bending down she yanked the tickets out and shoved them into her bag. Straightening back up there really wasn't anything to say. She was willing to bet her going on and telling him 'good game' would make him feel awkward and weird, so, instead, she settled on a rather blank: "I wanted a dog too." Before she gave him a bright sort of expression. "Wait right here." And she hurried off.
After a few minutes she returned with a white and red checkered cardboard container which held nacho chips and melted cheese. Standing in front of him she gave calm smile as she introduced yet another arcade staple disguised as a makeshift fact.
"Did you know, though horribly unhealthy, arcade food is delicious?" There was a glint of something in her face but it quickly disappeared as she offered the box to him to take if he wished. Maybe the stickiness of the cheese would be a problem, or the fact that it REALLY looked like a clot waiting to happen, but you had to live a little once in a while.
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jun 19, 2009 15:16:55 GMT -5
Reid could help but think of Garcia when Krys explained how her computers helped her. It always amazed him how much she could really do on the computer. He wasn't al lthat bad, but he didn't know anything about hacking or coding. Basically he could do all the stuff normal people needed to do but nothing more. Then again he needed something he wasn't good at, after being good at so many other things. It turned out he wasn't good at computers firing or aiming a gun, and playing video games or hiting alligators over the head with a rubber mallet. And who knows what else there was out ther ejust waiting to defeat the young genius.
Reid thought about what she said about him not being that bad and he smled. He smiled because it was true. he was at least hitting thethings, but then again it wasn't really that hard to do. Reid figured this had to be the easiest game in the entire place. "Frogs do the same thing. And though most makea loud 'ribit' sound some also purr, like an aligator." Reid said with a smile. Thats when the game ended. he looked at the machine almost expecting it to be broken at first. Luckily it was still in working orderer, from what he could see. Then his attention was drawn to the long line of ticks. Did they really get that many from just hiting alligators over the head?
When Krys ran off Reid felt a little lonely. He was sure that he looked really out of place standing in the middle of an arcade alone staring into space. He also thought he might look like some sort of pervert or something. Then again he had been told many times that he looked a lot younger then he really was. Even once someone thought he was twelve. It amazed his how he could be 28 and look like a teenager. Maybe that would actually play in his advatage for once in his life. The thought of blending in made his feel better and more realaxed. It wasn't long before Krys came back with a "box" or nachos. "Did you know those must have 300 caloirs a chip..." He muttered not really sure if she could hear him or not. He kind of hoped she didn't hear him.
To make up for his comment he reach over and a little hesitantly grabbed a chip covered in sticky cheese. Then he slowly put it in his mouth causing some of the hot cheese to run down his chin. Quickly he whipped the cheese off with his hand, afraid to be seen as a messy eater or something. Not that Krys would care, he was sure. She was just going to laugh and make a few jokes about all his BAs and not being able to eat. And he was okay with that. She was no more harmful then Morgan was. And he had learned to live with Morgan's teasing years ago. Chowing the food he found it was actually quite good. Unable to speak he held up a thum and nodded his head a couple of times.
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Post by Krys Robin on Jun 19, 2009 16:10:35 GMT -5
Krys was horribly amazed and amused when Spencer actually gave her a thumbs up. She certainly hadn't been expecting that, not the fact that he enjoyed the nachos (because that was a given) but how he would voice it. She had half expected a very intellectual, soft spoken answer not something as 'hip' as a thumbs up. True thumbs up wasn't exactly hip anymore but it was certainly a step in the right direction and it meant that this Spencer wasn't completely and utterly lost when it came to the great big world. Leave it to Krys to think that a remarkable genius like Spencer was lost. If anything, he probably was better off than her.
"You're officially an arcade pro Spencer Reid. Congrats." She declared with a hint of a smile as she watched him wipe the cheese sauce off of his chin. Tilting her head playfully at the young genius she felt another little fact coming on.
"Did you know that 97% of the human population will respond to 'congrats' with 'thank you'?" It was a totally true fact and it also applied to the phrase 'thank you' versus 'you're welcome' but somehow she doubted Spencer would want to listen to all of the little logistics. Now holding up a medium sized Cola for him she cocked her head slightly to the right. "True story."
Usually Krys purchased Serge, a lame energy soda that had been discontinued ages ago, like years, but for some reason cheap arcades and bowling alleys still carried it. She preferred not to ask questions and often bought it anyways, but she somehow doubted Spencer would have been a Serge kind of guy, maybe Cola if she was lucky, definitely coffee.. But Krys hated coffee, and arcades certainly didn't sell it.
Reaching out and stealing a nacho she took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. "So what do you usually do for fun Spence?" She somehow was willing to bet that his answer included: library, scientific experiments, or work (which wasn't even a real answer anyways). Not like hers was much better, she doubted that he'd appreciate: arcades, occasional zoo visits, randomness, and being locked in 'my lair' alone. "You do have fun?.. Don't you?" Maybe he was one of those overachievers who constantly worked. God, if she only had the focus to be one of those.
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jun 20, 2009 0:04:03 GMT -5
Reid took another nacho, though he could already feel the stomach ache coming. He didn't want to seem rude, though. And they did taste really good. There wouldn't be any harm in eating some more. Suddenly he became very aware of the fact that his phone could ring at any moment taking him away. It always seem to happen when you wanted it least. He didn't want to have to leave, not know. He was have fun for the first time in months. Well fun as in playing and laughing fun, not work or "normal" fun. He wasn't even sure if he would have the courage to call Krys up later and invite her to do something. Then again he was pretty sure she would call him if he didn't, she was the kind of person to do that.
Taking the drink he smiled. He never really drank cola. He just wasn't a big fan. Not that he really didn't like it, but Coffee did the trick so much better then soda did, though both were equal bad for you in different ways. He took a sip of the liquid finding it to be a little watered down, but then what would you expect from an arcade. They were here to make money and scam little kids with over priced under quality drinks and heart-attacks on a stick. Smiling he said, "Well in that case I might as well be a statistic. Thank you Krys Robin."
When asked what he did for fun he had to stop and think a second. It wasn't so must as he didn't have fun as he didn't know what was fun or what she would think was fun. Finally he decided that the best answer would have to be the truth, after all he had decided that he wasn't going to lie to her any more. "Most the time I work. I do find my job fun, though it can be hard and disheartening at times. But its still the joy of my day. In my down time, and believe me I don't have very much, I like to read, which I can get down really fast, and sleep. I need as much sleep as I can get." He thought about all the times that he had gone days with out any sleep. Or times he had ran for weeks with only a few hours here and there. Being on call 24/7 made it really hard to get enough sleep. So far he hadn't crashed yet, so he figured he was doing pretty good.
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Post by Krys Robin on Jun 20, 2009 1:58:41 GMT -5
"Well in that case I might as well be a statistic. Thank you Krys Robin.""Not a problem Spencer Reid." Krys returned the sentiment, she was actually quite content that he seemed to be humoring her. He listened to her facts and even contributed. Could she ask for anything better? This afternoon of discovery almost made speaking at the college totally worth being alone in a hotel room and being taunted by fellow young people.
"And no worries. You're not just a statistic or a number." She offered with a half shrug before reaching out and stealing another nacho, popping it into her mouth with a crunch. Most people looked relatively normal holding nachos and a soda but Krys found a resemblance between Spencer and a kid at his very first baseball game. His tall form sweemed dwarfed by the things he was holding and everything going on around him. This comparison amused her, though for once she wouldn't voice it. Occasionally, she could keep herself in check."Most the time I work. I do find my job fun, though it can be hard and disheartening at times. But its still the joy of my day. In my down time, and believe me I don't have very much, I like to read, which I can get down really fast, and sleep.""But a job isn't who you are." The analyst stated matter of factly, her smile gone for the moment being. "It's a part of you but it doesn't make you who you are. It shouldn't." If that was the case with other things Krys should have been an emotional wreck from her childhood. Now, maybe she was a mess of sorts but she didn't show it publically and she hid it well from everyone, including herself.
"What do you like to read?" She found herself changing the topic. She doubted that Spencer wanted to listen to her talk as seriously as she had been, let alone debate the importance of a job to a person. It'd probably be best just to avoid all of that."I need as much sleep as I can get.""You're telling me." Krys laughed and shook her head, opening her messenger bag which contained tickets, folders, her laptop, and several cans of unopened energy drink. "I live on this stuff. Being on call all of the time plus the time differences when you have to travel... It's crazy."
It was then that she felt a buzzing in her pocket. "Ooo.. Hello there." She commented, more so to herself before reaching into her back pocket and pulling out her phone, checking the front of it. Her smile faded upon seeing the source of the call and she immediately pocketed the cell. "I have to go. I have another meeting with the PD here. I also promised to email your friend Garcia my latest experiment." Yes, vagueness would be her friend when it came to her little system project but the excitement and pride was clear on her face.
"But, before I do.." Reaching into her bag she retrieved the tickets and, since Spencer's hands were full, she tucked them into his pants pocket. "Buy yourself something nice." She teased as she wrinkled up her face just to get a smile. Then it occurred to her that he might not know how the whole ticket exchange for prize thing would work. Oh well, he was a smart kid. With as many BAs as he had he could figure it out. Automatically her hand was back in her messenger bag, digging around.
"Get yourself something like... Here we are." Her right hand gave a pull and freed the object from whatever hold the confines of the bag had on it. "One of these." In her right hand was a cheap little blue monster finger puppet with big googly eyes. Pretty much an arcade staple no matter where you went. "I collect them. One from every arcade I visit. I have a ton! You can have this one though." And without even waiting for a 'yay' or 'nay' she went up on her toes and set it right ontop of the lid of the Cola he was holding.
Going back down on the flats of her feet she pocketed her hands. "Thanks for... Well.." Her words never came out quite the way she wished them to, so instead she reverted back to their little game with a bit of a sigh mixed in with a smile. "Did you know that 99% of people, when one says goodbye, will respond with the same?"
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jun 20, 2009 11:30:19 GMT -5
Reid smiled. It was good to not be just a number or a statistic, well at least it was good to hear it. In many ways he was and he wasn't. He liked to be in the know of things but he also was to odd to be just like everyone else. If anything he was the opposite of most people. Not as much as Krys, though, she wore her individuality like a shield, while Reid wore his intellect like one. Everyone needed something to keep them safe from the world. Safe from the evil that people could dish out, whether it be death and pain or just words that hurt. Because as Reid saw it words always hurt.
When Krys insisted that you weren't your work Reid had to agree but disagree. He knew that that wasn't what it should be, but he also knew that when you had no time but to work that became who you are. There wasn't really anything wrong with it, only that you were able to pull away from it when it really mattered and be there for your family and friends when you really needed to be. As of yet Reid knew that he had failed at that. He knew that he wasn't there for his mom, but that wasn't because of his work. He used his work as a shield, or an accuse in this matter. If he was to busy working he didn't have to go and see her.
Reid was about to confess his addiction to coffee when her phone rang. It was kind of weird that her phone rang before his did. he didn't think to much into it, though, knowing that that it was time for the to part. Before Reid knew it was pulled head to toe with little nick-knacks. he really didn't want to tickets, what was he going to get? And he didn't want the finger puppet, because he had the tickets he could get himself one, but he didn't find it in him to fight it. No good would come of it. "Well then I guess this is good-bye... for now." He said quickly he looked down at his bag. Then he looked at the stuff in his hands then at Krys.
"Hey can you go into my bag. There's a small slot in the back with a few cards in there. Can you grab one?" He said then quickly added. "Be careful, though, I have my gun in there." He made sure his voice was low encase anyone over heard him. Sure he was aloud to have a gun with him, but in a kid filled arcade he knew it wouldn't go over to nicely.
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Post by Krys Robin on Jun 20, 2009 12:17:27 GMT -5
"Hey can you go into my bag. There's a small slot in the back with a few cards in there. Can you grab one?"
"Yeah. Sure." Krys nodded, though her brow furrowed perplexed at what he would need his card for in the middle of an arcade. Of course she wasn't putting two and two together and didn't even think that he was going to give her the card. Krys wasn't that self centered. She didn't live under the illusion that every moment involving her revolved around her. No, in her mind she was just background noise, a supporting character. Sure she contributed to the plot in the movie that was her life, but she certainly wasn't the central character.
Reaching into the bag she felt around for the location he described. After a few seconds she finally found the little slot in the back of the bag. Her fingers attempted to wiggle into the opening so to remove just one, and not make a complete mess of things.
"Be careful, though, I have my gun in there."
"You're allowed to carry a gun?" Her voice was quiet so not to draw alarm or alert anyone else. Krys blinked and instantly looked up with slightly widened eyes at this news. "How many degrees did you need to get for that?" It was a rhetorical question of course, hence the little smile.
Krys herself was not allowed to carry a weapon but she wasn't entirely upset about it. Sure it would have made her feel like some super badass character from a movie or videogame but she didn't really want the kind of responsibility and guilt that came with taking another life. No, it was best to be safe behind her computer and besides, it wasn't like she necessarily needed a weapon of any kind. Usually she was in her lair, hacking away.
"Here you go." Her right hand held out the card that Spencer had told her to fetch, clearly not comprehending the current concept.
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jun 20, 2009 12:42:25 GMT -5
Reid balanced the several items he had as he watched Krys shuffle through his stuff. It wasn't like he was afraid she was going to find something he wasn't suppose to have. Or she might make a mess of the organized mess. No he was afraid that she might bump the gun and become scared, or that hr had forgotten to put the safety on it. Though he knew he hadn't. At any given moment Reid checked the safety a dozen times before placing it in his bag. It would a sad day if he hadn't and the gun went off and killed him or anyone else. He wasn't looking for a heroic death, but he knew he would look like a fool if he dead because he didn't have on the safety.
"Sadly you don't need any degrees to have one." Reid muttered, even though he knew Krys had been joking. It was a sad fact though that most the UNSUBs with guns got them off the black market or were able to get them from the government with out any trouble. He wasn't to fond of having a gun himself. They were very dangerous and killing wasn't partically right. In his career he had killed to people, luckily it was only two. And in both situations it was either kill the guy or be killed. With that fact in mind Reid was able to put the deaths behind him, knowing that he did the right thing and saved many people because of it.
When Krys held out the card he smiled. It was funny first that she didn't get the point and also that she thought he could even grab the card with all the junk he was holding. "Keep it. Its yours. If your ever in the air call me." He wanted to add that he might not be around but instead he just added. "Or call any time so we can just talk. Doesn't matter the time of day, I'll probably be up anyway." He smiled a large smile, glade to see that one of his jokes had actually turned out being funny, or at least he thought that it was. It really did sound funny and not at all corny, but then what did he know?
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Post by Krys Robin on Jun 20, 2009 18:15:05 GMT -5
"Keep it. Its yours. If your ever in the air call me."
"Really?" She looked to the smiling young man with disbelief as the words sunk in. True she had been showering him with various odds and ends all day but this simple exchange of a card meant the world to her even if it was only done solely out of formality.
"Thanks." She commented, managing to swallow down her surprise so she didn't look like an even bigger loser. "I'd give you mine but I don't have one." Sliding the card into her messenger bag she knew he probably wouldn't call her even if she did have one, and she wasn't a huge personal phone call-er herself. She preferred texting, or the internet. "But you know Garcia so I'm sure she can weave about and find some way to reach me."
"Or call any time so we can just talk. Doesn't matter the time of day, I'll probably be up anyway."
Hey! Now there's a sight! Him smiling and making a joke. Krys couldn't help but wonder what his team would have thought of this, after talking to Penelope that woman seemed to have a pretty specific outlook on him. Would they have ever thought him capable enough to make a joke, let alone about himself?
"You and me both." She returned with a smile and her own soft laugh. Shifting a bit on her feet she finally felt like she should get out of his hair. He had tolerated her enough for one day. "Good luck Spencer." And with that she turned around and walked out of the arcade.
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jun 20, 2009 18:29:29 GMT -5
Reid was pleased to see that Krys was exited to be given the card. He knew that she needed more friends, and in a way he needed more it. Actually he probably needed them more because he wasn't good at talking to new people while she was. he looked forward to the next time the two of them were able to be together. (To bad he didn't know the circumstances of the meeting yet.) He half smiled and said, "Yeah I'm sure I could get Garcia to uncover everything about you. But I'll only ask for your phone number." He was sure she wouldn't give him to much of a fight for that.
"I'll call if I need to." he muttered half to himself. "Good-bye Krys Robin. Until next time." He wanted to wave but with all his stuff he couldn't. When finally she was out of sight, which didn't take long he walked over to the prize counter. Setting the things down he put the finger puppet in his pocket and ate another nacho before throwing them out. He made a mental note to pay Krys back, one why or another, for the food he wasted. Then he looked over the prizes. Finally he bought a similar finger puppet, deciding that it was only fitting to get one. He was amazed to find that it took almost all of his tickets to buy. Then he gave the rest of them to a kid who looked like he needed them to get what he wanted and exited the store, holding the toy in his hand. A few minutes later his phone rang calling him to work. He wasn't even sad about the fact that he never got the nap he wanted. Instead he couldn't wait till he could ask Garcia to find her phone number for him. Closed!
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