[ Reggie's outfitted a bit casually tonight, his hat sporting the Baphomet symbol in red and his eyes darkly circled with eyeliner as his compromise (aside from all the black he's wearing) to the overwhelming goth aesthetic™ that surrounds them. And as his simultaneous rebellion against any deeper commitment to a goth (joth) look, he tops his ensemble off with bright yellow star-shaped sunglasses.
He's been enjoying the show-- of course he is, of course he would, he knew from the start that Baphomet's message would speak to him, which is a big reason why he's been so drawn to him in the first place. A big reason why he's part of the entorauge now at all. He feels it in a different way than he feels Persephone's, or than he'd felt Dio's, and so especially without having been to one of Inanna's yet, either, this show strikes a chord with Reggie in a deeper way than the others have so far. It's hard to say why, exactly, but it just does. One, two, three, four.
So he'll dance, he'll grind, he'll scream and jump around like it's the best and hottest fucking rock show he's ever heard. At some point in the night he loses his shirt and his hat, but who cares? It's hot, he's hot, he in fact feels fucking invincible, itching for a fight or a fuck. It's a weird dichotomy, the passionate, restless energy the show's setting ablaze within him that makes him almost equally inclined to either kiss or punch whomever's close to him, depending on what they say or perhaps just the look they give him. ]
❚❚ GOATMAN
[ The Goatman apparition does take him by surprise; Reggie stumbles back when he first sees it, peering somewhat wide-eyed over his sunglasses, and attempts to maintain his carefree smirks and just shrug it off to his company -- or simply whomever's dancing or hanging out nearby him -- like pfft, special effects, I know it's all fake. But then the beast says in Archie Andrews's voice: "It's been too long. I miss you."
And Reggie goes pale enough that he suddenly looks like he might be sick. He knew this whole... "creature" would be part of the vibe tonight, yes, but this is on another level entirely. Adrenaline and emotion are buzzing through his veins by this point, making it feel much more real, much more difficult to shrug off-- and possibly he's also tripping slightly, but, you know. Just a bit.
He braces himself against the person next to him, or perhaps just a tree. He opens his mouth to speak: ]
Fuck. No.
[But that's all that he's capable of, before he tears off to run deeper into the woods. ]
❚❚ POST-SHOW
[ It's late, and by this point of the night (or, probably more accurately, morning) Reggie is rather spent, both emotionally and physically. He's exhausted, but mostly in a good way, his muscles still tense with leftover adrenaline. He can be found hanging out a bit deeper in the woods or just by his car at this point, his eye makeup a bit smudged, face flushed from the evening's exertion, but he'll still be open enough to chatting or doing whatever else.
Since he won't be leaving until it's fairly late anyway, so for now he's mostly killing time; he still has to help clean up and take everything down, after all. Frankly, it's not impossible he'll end up just spending the night there in his car and driving back in the morning, so feel free to stick around with him if you want should that be the case. ]
REGGIE MANTLE | ota
[ Reggie's outfitted a bit casually tonight, his hat sporting the Baphomet symbol in red and his eyes darkly circled with eyeliner as his compromise (aside from all the black he's wearing) to the overwhelming goth aesthetic™ that surrounds them. And as his simultaneous rebellion against any deeper commitment to a goth (joth) look, he tops his ensemble off with bright yellow star-shaped sunglasses.
He's been enjoying the show-- of course he is, of course he would, he knew from the start that Baphomet's message would speak to him, which is a big reason why he's been so drawn to him in the first place. A big reason why he's part of the entorauge now at all. He feels it in a different way than he feels Persephone's, or than he'd felt Dio's, and so especially without having been to one of Inanna's yet, either, this show strikes a chord with Reggie in a deeper way than the others have so far. It's hard to say why, exactly, but it just does. One, two, three, four.
So he'll dance, he'll grind, he'll scream and jump around like it's the best and hottest fucking rock show he's ever heard. At some point in the night he loses his shirt and his hat, but who cares? It's hot, he's hot, he in fact feels fucking invincible, itching for a fight or a fuck. It's a weird dichotomy, the passionate, restless energy the show's setting ablaze within him that makes him almost equally inclined to either kiss or punch whomever's close to him, depending on what they say or perhaps just the look they give him. ]
❚❚ GOATMAN
[ The Goatman apparition does take him by surprise; Reggie stumbles back when he first sees it, peering somewhat wide-eyed over his sunglasses, and attempts to maintain his carefree smirks and just shrug it off to his company -- or simply whomever's dancing or hanging out nearby him -- like pfft, special effects, I know it's all fake. But then the beast says in Archie Andrews's voice: "It's been too long. I miss you."
And Reggie goes pale enough that he suddenly looks like he might be sick. He knew this whole... "creature" would be part of the vibe tonight, yes, but this is on another level entirely. Adrenaline and emotion are buzzing through his veins by this point, making it feel much more real, much more difficult to shrug off-- and possibly he's also tripping slightly, but, you know. Just a bit.
He braces himself against the person next to him, or perhaps just a tree. He opens his mouth to speak: ]
Fuck. No.
[But that's all that he's capable of, before he tears off to run deeper into the woods. ]
❚❚ POST-SHOW
[ It's late, and by this point of the night (or, probably more accurately, morning) Reggie is rather spent, both emotionally and physically. He's exhausted, but mostly in a good way, his muscles still tense with leftover adrenaline. He can be found hanging out a bit deeper in the woods or just by his car at this point, his eye makeup a bit smudged, face flushed from the evening's exertion, but he'll still be open enough to chatting or doing whatever else.
Since he won't be leaving until it's fairly late anyway, so for now he's mostly killing time; he still has to help clean up and take everything down, after all. Frankly, it's not impossible he'll end up just spending the night there in his car and driving back in the morning, so feel free to stick around with him if you want should that be the case. ]