[tech2avvy]

OOC: Deleting.

for the very few of you who maybe give a little bit of a shit about this character or me or this blog, i'm sorry, but i think it's time for me to delete. i'm just not a very good roleplayer and i'm never on this blog because of it. that's all there really is to say. i'll be keeping the url in case i ever want to start up another sollux blog, but i don't know, that probably won't happen. bye. 

[tech2avvy]

Sollux ==> Be Apathetic

Rock bottom has never seemed so mind-numbingly boring. You've been spending the past few weeks cooped up in your room on your laptop; surfing the internet, looking up things that were far too expensive to even be considered right now, watching porn... the works. You had long since given up on coding. Your mismatched thoughts and the increasingly vicious voices that plagued you were making it near impossible to write out more than half a line of a code in the correct format. You had since accepted this after stewing in your own apathy for so long. Oh well. It's pointless, in your mind, to look for a job when you know all too well that you'd probably just end up fucking it up anyway. You need help, but there was no way you were going to admit it. There's enough left in your savings account for this month's rent and another small trip to the grocery store. After that... well, you'll burn that bridge when you get to it. 

[tech2avvy]

a hustlers work is never thru captor work hard play hard

the fuck are you talkiing about?

[tech2avvy]

my body2 dii2playiing 2iign2 of the common cold ii miight a2 well ju2t diie 

[tech2avvy]

ii may not have any way of payiing rent or goiing out two buy more groceriie2 but at lea2t ii have garliic bread

[lrn2hax]

Of course you were going to make yourself comfortable; it was obvious by his demeanor that he fully expected you to just make yourself at home. He didn’t clean up his place and he didn’t ask if you wanted a drink, so…you could only assume that he wanted you to do it all yourself. A snort slipped out, undignified and rather unladylike as he handed you a controller and popped in the game.  Naturally your lips curled upwards at the choice; Mario Kart. Truthfully, you were pleased. You were almost praying he chose this game- you were entirely undefeated at it, really. Bring it, Captor.  "Hah! This is totes my fuckin’ jam; prepare to get your ass handed to you." you smirked triumphantly. Motherfuckin’ Rainbow Road, bitch.

[tech2avvy]

"I'll be the one handing out the athheth when thith ith over."

Your thumb rolls over the analog stick with familiar ease as you select your character (you can't help but pick Mario, what with his patented red and blue garb) and continue on to map out the three difficult courses that would bring you to the fourth and final race track: Rainbow Road.

Before beginning what would undoubtedly be one of the most competitive circuits you've ever played, you stop to take a large mouthful from the bottle, the clear liquid stinging like acid as it slid down your throat on its way to your stomach. You tilt the bottle towards your guest, one brow raised as you wait for her to take it from you so that this epic battle could commence. 

[child-of-flame-and-sky]

RAJEWEL'SPOKEMON ART APPRECIATION POST (╯⊙ヮ⊙)╯☆.。.:*・°

Bonus:  

[weenarman-deactivated20140827]

WOAH

[speedfoever]

Really awesome

[meredithamaple]

[tech2avvy]

a quarter of a bottle of whiite wiine ii2 not iin any way enough two get me drunk

thii2 ii2 an ii22ue 

[itwashotwestayedinthewater]

sweet dreams are made of bees, who am i to diss a bee, travel the world with the seven bees, everybodys looking for……….bees

[tech2avvy]

The minor victory seemed short lived- he’d snatched the bottle back and drank from it even in spite of the lipstick you’d made sure clung to it. Granted, it made him look ridiculous, but you couldn’t help but laugh at the smear of black that would have been left on his face in its place. It was a loud, intentionally obnoxious laugh.  "You look absolutely ridic, you know!!"  You comment, scoffing before collecting the bottle and taking a drink on your way back over to the couch. Time to get this show on the road, after all…time to show this bastard who knew their shit. It was totally you, by the way.  ”Any game, I’ll whoop your ass,nerd.” 

You give a small scoff as the bottle is snatched from your grasp and yet again finds its way into the hands of Roxy Lalonde, who was seeming to make herself comfortable among your cluttered couch. Any game? This would be too easy. To start off, you wanted something that took skill and perseverance until the very last second.

"Yeah, I'm tho thure."

The words slipped sarcastically from your lips as you popped in the game disc and handed a controller off to the other, taking the opportunity to steal back the vodka and take a swig or two. The starting screen pops up and a wry grin spreads across your lips. Mario Kart, motherfucker.

[tech2avvy]

((going to switch to my personal and probably go to bed soon i'll reply to things and stuff on the morrow goodnight, friends))

[tech2avvy]

/immature snickering

[tech2avvy]

You’re momentarily fixed on the dual-hues of his optics, fascinated with the heterochromia…its exclusivity almost made you envious but then you scoffed at the thought and watched him pour the shots. You almost thought he was going to offer you one; it seemed the polite thing to do in your own home, but he just downed them both. A boiling point in your frustrations, you stood abruptly and snatched the bottle from him without a shot glass.  "No need to be impressed by me, I’ll accept your fuckin’ servitude when you’re eating my dust."  A smirk lined your lips once more as you curled them around the rim of the bottle, delicate fingers sealed over its neck. You drank about two shots worth, or at least it seemed like that- just enough to match him while simultaneously ruining any possibility of a clean drink after that. For him. Your dark lipstick stained the glass, another taunt at him as you chuckled.

You grab at the bottle less-than-politely until she releases her grip on its neck, giving your nose a small, somewhat annoyed scrunch as you examined the ring of black lipstick now staining the lips of the vodka bottle. Oh well. Feeling the need to one-up her, you take a generous swig, not caring that the black lipstick will now be clinging to your own lips, before handing the vodka back over to her and swiping a hand across your mouth. 

"Tho, are we jutht gonna thtand here and drink or are we going to actually do thomething?"

Though the prospect of farting around drinking your ass off seemed more than acceptable to you, the only reason that Roxy was here in the first place was because you decided to initiate an admittedly childish challenge, which the other, of course, accepted. It was time to get this show on the road, or so they say.

[tech2avvy]

bonus

[tech2avvy]

mun in girl clothes under the cut for anyone who cares

[lrn2hax]

"Woulda come in even without the invitation." you huff out indignantly, fists balling at your sides with how long he’d taken to answer the damn door. Was he deaf or something, too? "Course not, just the speech impediment." you taunt, black-painted lips quirking in an amused smirk as you finished your sentence aloud just for his own shittiness. Captors.  You looked around, immediately sizing the place up and judging it based on face valued appearance alone; who knew what sort of secrets he had kept in here. Your magenta hues roll in their sockets as you drop your bag on the couch, a seemingly comfortable enough place to make yourself at home. "How nice of you to like…pick up and shit for my arrival, I can see you totes planned ahead cowboy." 

[tech2avvy]

Your two-toned eyes roll smoothly in an arch, years of being completely done with literally everybody's shit giving you quite a substantial amount of time to practice and master this small act of what other's might refer to as rudeness. 

"Well, it'th not like I had anyone coming over that I needed to imprethh or anything."

You had a strange feeling that this night was going to be plagued by shitty one-liners and half-assed comebacks, not that you really minded at all. Witty banter was what you thrived off of.

With the air ever so quickly beginning to settle in an awkward position, you spin around on your heels and prepare two shot glasses, making like you were perhaps about to offer one to your established "guest" before pouring them both down your throat. It's not like Roxy of all people needed to be told to help herself to the alcohol.