A; Stand Your Ground (cw: drug addiction mentions)
[ Tech Boy is sitting alone outside Helluva Cup with a coffee warming his hands, his expression faraway. He's here, but also not -- which really explains why he's been able to hold onto the cup for so damn long when it's basically scalding. Pixelations dance over his skin, working overtime to mend his burns and yet he doesn't seem to notice at all.
The whole ordeal with the mares hadn't bothered him so much. It gave him an easy excuse to return to Frenzy, a drug he had fallen in love with since the beginning. Sobriety had been thrown out the window, but could he really be blamed with all that bullshit happening?
However, he didn't expect it to be so difficult to return to sobriety after the fact. He wouldn't claim he's addicted -- after all, his body heals the physical dependency, but everything just seems so bleak without it. He longs for the colors and energy of Frenzy. He longs to get out of his own head and experience bliss again. He made a promise, though, and he intends to stick to it.
Tech frowns and finally turns to his drink, lifting it to his lips and then immediately spitting it out. ]
What the fuck? I ordered black coffee. Why does this taste like fucking pumpkin??
B; Reach Up High (cw: blood, torture, knife play)
[ Up until this point, torture had always seemed optional. Something to be avoided in Mammon's lands or just something skirted around by going to that stupid island or dealing with the Mares. Now, Tech finds himself locked in a room and he damn well is pounding on that door and demanding to be let out. It's no use. Even when it does open up and someone gets shoved in there with him, he doesn't get the chance to escape.
With a begrudging sigh, he turns toward the table as his list of sins appears, eyeing it and then the knives, and then the other person with a frown. If he hadn't seen some crude scarred words on Monika's body, he might have been a bit more confused. But it's pretty easy to deduce what Lucifer wants here. ]
This is fucked...
C; Club Penance
[ Now this? This is what he's talking about. Tech has taken to the dance portion of Club Penance like a bird to the sky, spending most nights dancing, vibing, and drinking in the many electronics surrounding them. The bass hits like a heartbeat, pounding through him with artificial life. This is his element and he's more than happy to return to it. Any strangers who might be wallflowering or familiar faces will find themselves grabbed by the arm and tugged into the sea of gyrating bodies. ]
C'mon! Let's dance!
[ There's no say in the matter. Once joining the mass of dancers, refusal is no longer an option with the way people bump into each other and force them to move to the beat. ]
Gotta admit, [ he shouts over the music ] hell hasn't skimped on this place!
[ His clothing, which is always club friendly, takes on a mesmerizing hue under the cast of strobing black lights. ]
Technical Boy | American Gods | OTA
[ Tech Boy is sitting alone outside Helluva Cup with a coffee warming his hands, his expression faraway. He's here, but also not -- which really explains why he's been able to hold onto the cup for so damn long when it's basically scalding. Pixelations dance over his skin, working overtime to mend his burns and yet he doesn't seem to notice at all.
The whole ordeal with the mares hadn't bothered him so much. It gave him an easy excuse to return to Frenzy, a drug he had fallen in love with since the beginning. Sobriety had been thrown out the window, but could he really be blamed with all that bullshit happening?
However, he didn't expect it to be so difficult to return to sobriety after the fact. He wouldn't claim he's addicted -- after all, his body heals the physical dependency, but everything just seems so bleak without it. He longs for the colors and energy of Frenzy. He longs to get out of his own head and experience bliss again. He made a promise, though, and he intends to stick to it.
Tech frowns and finally turns to his drink, lifting it to his lips and then immediately spitting it out. ]
What the fuck? I ordered black coffee. Why does this taste like fucking pumpkin??
B; Reach Up High (cw: blood, torture, knife play)
[ Up until this point, torture had always seemed optional. Something to be avoided in Mammon's lands or just something skirted around by going to that stupid island or dealing with the Mares. Now, Tech finds himself locked in a room and he damn well is pounding on that door and demanding to be let out. It's no use. Even when it does open up and someone gets shoved in there with him, he doesn't get the chance to escape.
With a begrudging sigh, he turns toward the table as his list of sins appears, eyeing it and then the knives, and then the other person with a frown. If he hadn't seen some crude scarred words on Monika's body, he might have been a bit more confused. But it's pretty easy to deduce what Lucifer wants here. ]
This is fucked...
C; Club Penance
[ Now this? This is what he's talking about. Tech has taken to the dance portion of Club Penance like a bird to the sky, spending most nights dancing, vibing, and drinking in the many electronics surrounding them. The bass hits like a heartbeat, pounding through him with artificial life. This is his element and he's more than happy to return to it. Any strangers who might be wallflowering or familiar faces will find themselves grabbed by the arm and tugged into the sea of gyrating bodies. ]
C'mon! Let's dance!
[ There's no say in the matter. Once joining the mass of dancers, refusal is no longer an option with the way people bump into each other and force them to move to the beat. ]
Gotta admit, [ he shouts over the music ] hell hasn't skimped on this place!
[ His clothing, which is always club friendly, takes on a mesmerizing hue under the cast of strobing black lights. ]
D; Wildcard
[ Choose your own adventure! ]