locky august hartlet !

[locky hartlet,]

all about you ' '

sarah !
I've been Role Playing for three years.
female !
aim ! drop dead lolll
-ADMIN EDIT-

tonight you are everything,
YOU'RE EVERYTHING TO ME NO MORE

Tallon didn't move an inch as the girl next to him gathered up her things, stood up, and left the classroom in the middle of a lecture. He didn't even look; his emerald eyes glared at the wooden top of his desk as he leaned back in his seat with his scrawny arms crossed over his chest. He was probably the only one who didn't look up to watch Luka leave the room, though. Even the teacher looked, and stopped her lecture to demand that Luka return to her seat right this instant. But it was useless for the teacher to even bother, because Tallon was sure that Luka wasn't about to come back.

Tallon felt a tap on his shoulder and turned his head to face the girl next to him; the girl he'd called ugly earlier, the girl who kept staring at him. His face showed his confusion. He didn't know why she was talking to him all of a sudden. "What did you do to her?" the girl asked him accusingly, looking more than a bit angry. She didn't seem to fond of him now. In fact she probably never had been, and probably knew of Tallon's reputation of being a complete asshole at times. Mostly everyone did as far as he knew. But this girl seemed to be prepared to defend the entire female gender against Tallon by the look she was giving him at the moment. Tallon's expression changed from confused to angry in less than a second, and he glared at her. "I didn't-" He was interrupted by the teacher saying his name sharply, a thing that teachers always did when they wanted you to shut up. It seemed the teacher wasn't going to do a thing about Luka leaving and just continue with the lecture.

After what seemed like ages later, Tallon glanced at the clock above the teacher's head to discover that it had only been a few minutes since Luka left. He laid his head down on the desk and groaned in frustration, loud enough for the teacher to hear him but not loud enough to interrupt her lecture.

God, if he had known that cheating on Luka would have caused this many headaches then he probably wouldn't have done it in the first place. But seriously. She wanted to talk about it? In a stupid little note? What for? He couldn't understand. It was over between them, had been over for quite some time. Talking about it in a note wasn't going to change anything, he was quite sure of that. And she had to have known that bringing it up would get him pretty pissed off. He hated thinking about it much less talking about it. The whole thing had just been a complete mess that he had been glad to get rid of. Well, no, apparently he hadn't gotten rid of it like he'd thought. And then she just gets up in the middle of class and leaves? What the hell. He didn't understand girls at all. Not one bit. They were weird.

He glanced up at the clock; only another minute had passed. With a loud sigh he opened up his messenger bag, shoving his books and papers inside it carelessly. "Jesus Christ," he muttered, standing up and slinging the bag over his body so that the strap lay over his right shoulder and the bag rested on his left hip. Then he walked across the room to the door, opening it and leaving without a word. He couldn't believe he was going to go chasing after her. He didn't even know why. He didn't have anything to say. He'd meant what he had written on that dumb note - well no not really. That had been a pretty harsh way of putting things actually. But it wasn't like she had been writing nice things to him either. Heck he would have been fine writing silly notes the whole class. That had been fine with him, he liked talking to Luka when she was in a fun mood. But nooo, she had to go and bring up all that shit again. Honest to God. Why had she done that? What did she think he was going to say? "Oh I'm sorry Luka, I take back cheating on you and I still love you"? Yeah, no, he wasn't about to say that. Besides he couldn't take back the whole cheating thing. He kind of wished he could, he felt like an ass whenever it was mentioned. But he couldn't really change it, could he?

Tallon walked around the halls of Blair aimlessly for awhile, his green eyes scanning the hallways for Luka but she was nowhere to be found. He hadn't really expected her to stay in the school, though. He kind of had a feeling she'd go to her dorm, but he was putting off going to look for her there. He still didn't know what he would say. He didn't know what she wanted him to say. But he couldn't leave things like they had just ended in the classroom. She was upset.

Finally he stopped walking, leaning his skinny body and dark haired head against the plain colored wall of the school and sighing. He had the biggest headache in the entire world right now. He closed his eyes, and he hadn't been intending on moving from that spot for at least a few more moments. But he jumped when he felt his cell phone vibrating in his back pocket. He stood up straight and pulled it out, flipping it open. The callerID read "Luka" - he didn't answer. Only because he would get his phone taken away if a teacher happened to overhear Luka screaming at him through the tiny phone. She left a message, though, and he listened to it. Once it was over he took the phone away from his ear, looking at it with a confused expression on his face. Apologize? And why had she laughed like that? He shut his phone again and shoved it into his back pocket. Whatever.

As Tallon exited the school and headed toward Luka's dorm, the thoughts running through his mind didn't have a thing to do with any memories of him and Luka. He didn't think about their many late nights at the park or their long phone conversations or the times when they went over to each other's houses or that necklace he'd bought for her. There were countless memories with Luka that he could've thought about all the time if he'd wanted to, but he never did. Simply because he just didn't feel the way he used to about her anymore. He didn't know why. He didn't know exactly when he'd started to change his mind. He didn't know how he knew that he didn't love her. It was a lot of things. Like when they were on the phone, he'd run out of things to say. And when they kissed it didn't feel as right as it had used to. And instead of going to the park with her he'd go smoke outside the mall with a bunch of his friends. It didn't make any sense but it happened all the time. People fell out of love, just as Tallon had. He couldn't help it. It just hadn't been the same.

Tallon could see the door of her dorm now, and he felt awkward. He still didn't know what to say, but at least now she had told him to come so it wasn't going to be him randomly showing up in her room without a clue of what to say. He stopped in front of her door and sighed, reaching up to mess up his hair a bit more before knocking on the wood with a pale white hand.

all about your character ' '


name: locky august hartlet
age: twenty
gender: male
band and posistion: bassist for scheduled nurse
celeb/PB: oliver sykes
likes:

» scheduled nurse of course
» parties
» alcohol
» sexin it up
» dancin like a ghetto girl
» kisses
» hello kitty, lawl
» cigarettes
» giggling
» pwning n00bs @ DDR
» Guitar Hero
» taking naps
» running around in his boxers
» writing lyrics
» chocolate chip cookies
» shows
» booty shorts
» lollipops
» staying up all night
» boyz and galz
» spongebob
» taking pictures
» hot chocolate
» shopping

dislikes:

» people who don't like him just because he has a lot of hair and wears tight pants
» crap music
» baggy pants
» liars
» swimming
» bugs
» when people stare
» long nails
» goody two shoes
» the wizard of oz
» bad hair days
» shit talkers
» burps. ick. just the word sounds nasty
» being by himself

personality:

that boy is a hoxton hero,

There is only one way to describe Locky properly; absolutely crazy. There is never a dull moment when Locky August Hartlet is in the room. He's not shy in the least. He is a tiny little boy with a big heart, good hair, and a strange mind. He's loud and energetic and impossible to miss in a crowd. It doesn't take much to entertain this boy; he'll laugh at pretty much anything. He's one of those kids who will come up to you and start a random conversation right from the start, that is if he thinks you're important enough to bother with. He's not afraid of much; he'll talk to anyone, fuck up whoever messes with his friends, piss off whoever he feels like pissing off. He's incredibly arrogant at times. Honestly, he could care less what anyone else thinks of him. He just wants to have a good time.

is there a hole in your heart, or am i mistaken?

Love has not been good to Locky in his seventeen years of existance. Relationships? For Locky they usually last one month, maybe two. If you asked him he would openly tell you that he has never been in love. The whole being tied down to one person just isn't his thing, too time consuming, boring after awhile. Plus he can honestly say that he couldn't really tell you much about his previous girlfriends or boyfriends for that matter. He never really cared enough about any of them to really get to know them. So if you want a one night thing or a FWB, low and behold, Lock's your guy! He's a huge manwhore. And he just loves it. However, he knows that if the right person came around, he would fall hard, and fast. And that absolutely scares the shit out of him.

He would give anything to have someone to care about him enough to want to get to know him and to try to make him feel needed, but in the eighteen years of Locky's life, no one has ever bothered. He's starting to become convinced that no one ever will.

hey i think you're cute, would you like to be my new best friend?

The kid isn't hard to talk to, trust me. Even if you're not much of a talker, conversations with Locky are usually very easy. Mostly because he'll talk about absolutely anything; shoes, cereal, book covers, sandals, worms, toe socks, you name it, he'll talk about it. He also really likes to tell stories, but he's not real good at it so you probably won't really get what he's trying to tell you. The point is that Locky's a nice guy. It would be a lie to call him anything other than a sweetheart. Sure, he's silly and can definitely be a bitch if he has a reason to, but he likes cuddling and making people smile too. He's an amazing friend, very trustworthy and always there when you need him. Just don't screw with him once you're his friend, it's hard to gain his trust but it's pretty easy to lose it.

let's get fucked up & die,

There is absolutely nothing on this eath that can keep Locky away from a party. He lives for getting drunk out of his mind on the weekends. That's what being in highschool is all about, right? Well, no, of course not, he knows that. But it sure is a hell of a lot of fun. Mr. and Mrs. Daniels would just about die of shame if they knew what their little Lockyboo was doing when he wasn't under their constant supervision. They know nothing about the sex, cigarettes, alchohol, drugs, boys, girls, countless parties and hangovers... and they probably never will. Good thing too because he'd be in a whole lot of trouble.

silly boy, gonna make you cry!

It's hard for Locky to get close to someone. He's not shy but due to his past he finds it hard to trust people he doesn't know very well. But once he does, he is truly a wonderful friend to have around. He likes making people smile and watching movies for hours while cuddling with his best friends. He'll do weird stuff and say cute things, he'll take crazy pictures and sing stupid songs with you. He'll even start dancing like a stripper if you want. He'll listen to your problems and offer his advice, and he'll always bet there for you. Locky does not abandon his friends, he never has and he never will. Also he'll fuck up any bitch ass hoe who messes with his friends, thanks.

other: description of locky's appearance.

you look like the songs that i've heard my whole life coming true,

A mop of straight dark (*cough*DYED*cough*) black hair frames Locky's face, carefully styled each morning in the bathroom mirror and then fixed at least twenty times during the day by the boy himself. Locky Hartlet's hair... now that's something you should probably never mess with. If you really want to get him pissed off all you have to do it mess it up a little bit, and he'll flip out. It's kind of entertaining, actually. Locky's hair almost always looks soft and in place. It smells like watermelons, due to his shampoo... and if he lets you get close to enough to smell it, consider yourself very lucky.

Locky has those big, dark, emerald green eyes that anyone could instantly fall for (and he knows it). Sometimes he likes to try to use that feature to his advantage. His eyes are really the only thing that he honestly considers attractive on his body. They stand out compared to his very, very pale, soft skin.

He's definitely not a football player, he has absolutely no muscles, and he's about as skinny as a twig. But there's no question that he's appealing in his own way. Locky weighs a mere one hundred and foutreen pounds, something that certainly cannot be healthy for a boy of his age, right? He's not too sure... but it doesn't look that gross, since he's a naturally tiny boy, and only stands five feet and seven inches tall. Yeah, he's short. Don't rub it in, he's aware of it. He's just a small guy, he can't help it.

His mother and step father never really did approve of piercings and such. But that certainly didn't stop Locky from getting his own fair share. He doesn't have that many piercings, but enough to properly annoy his mother. His ears are gauged enough so that he can fit his pinky finger through the holes (and he loves doing this to gross people out), and he's had several previous piercings, including snakebites and a bridge. He also has a ton of tattoos all over his body, including a very small tattoo of a heart just above the waistline of his pants, and stars on each of his wrists.

Let's face it: the kid's got style. From skinny jeans, v-neck shirts, American Apparel, zip-up hoodies with random patterns, Vans slip-ons, big sunglasses, strange necklaces, cool socks, merch from bands that no one has heard of, unique t-shirts; Locky has got it all, and he pulls it off exetremely well. He knows how to make the the most ridiculous article of clothing look absolutely fabulous on him. That's kind of a girlish trait, yeah, but it would be a lie to say that it does nothing but help his appeal. There aren't many times when you will see Locky in anything other than skinny jeans, except in the summer, where he switches to denim bermuda shorts instead. Often you will find a bandana tied around his head or shoved into the back pocket of his pants. He's a good-looking kid. Sometimes he even carries himself like a model. But that's just his image, a cover; he's really not that confident. In fact, there are many days where he doesn't even want to leave his house because he can't stand how he looks.

parents:

» mr. michael gilmore - father - deceased.
» mr. john hartlet - 46 - stepdad - successful lawyer.
» mrs. kristen hartlet - mother - 40 - nurse.

siblings:

» corbin hartlet - brother - 5 - spongebob-obsessed.
» --- --- hartlet - 20 - twin sister - backup vocals & rhythm guitar for scheduled nurse.
» bookitty hartlet - locky's kitty cat.

history:

and your memory's a leech.

Locky August Hartlet was actually born as Locky August Gilmore to Michael and Kristen Gilmore on the 21st of October, just in time for Halloween of '89 in Glendale, California. He wasn't the only little angel that the Gilmores recieved that night; Locky's twin sister was also born that day.

At first, Locky's childhood was fairly normal, aside from living in a very upper-class family that is. He went to elementary school, he played on the playground, he drew with chalk, he finger painted, he pretended to be a dinosaur, and he cried when he fell on the sidewalk.

Around the time of Locky's fifth birthday, Mr. and Mrs. Gilmore went through a year of loud fights and slamming doors. This went on for years, though they held off getting a divorce, for Locky's sake. It probably would have been better if they're gotten a divorce sooner however, because the endless nights where little Locky lay in his bed, listening to his parents scream at eachother, made him cry more than once. A year passed until divorce papers were signed, and Mrs. Gilmore recieved custody of Locky. She took her son to a new state, where they could both start off fresh and try to forget about the divorce. A year later, Locky was a seven year old boy, and he had a new step father (John, who his mother had met at a library) and a new last name (Hartlet) to go along with his new life.

the temperature of your voice,

Mr. Hartlet's occupation as a lawyer was obviously very time consuming, and of course Locky's mother had to work too. Because of this, his parents were barely at home, so the obvious solution to this was to get a babysitter to watch over Locky when his parents could not. And that's just what the Daniels family did. Everyday, Locky and his sister would wake up to kiss his mother goodbye, and after that he was under the care of the babysitter until 9 o'clock at night. Now Locky doesn't remember the babysitter's name - it could have been Jake, Paul, Matt, he wasn't sure - all he remembers was that he had dark brown hair and was a high school student.

The first few weeks of this arrangement worked out perfectly fine; Locky and his sister would watch Disney movies while the babysitter supervised, obviously bored but never complaining. Then, one day after his mother had left, the babysitter told Locky to go back to bed and wait for him. That was the day that the babysitter first began molesting young Locky.

fires my fever to keep me from the cold.

Locky was only a child, so naturally he was very confused about what the babysitter was doing. However, he was smart enough to know that it wasn't right. He wouldn't dare tell his parents, though, because the babysitter had threatened to hurt his mother if Locky told anyone what the babysitter did to him. This went on for about two months until Mrs. Hartlet finally found out. The babysitter was fired immeadiately (and... well arrested and such, but Locky didn't know much about that sice he was still so young), and Locky's mother quit her job in order to watch over her children herself, now too afraid to be able to trust anyone else who offered to watch him.

Of course therapy was in order for the young boy, but to be completely honest he didn't like it very much. More like he hated it more than anything. He was always rude to his therapist (therapist = the rapist. Ever notice that? It's weird), but his therapist interpretted this rudeness as "a cry for help." Therapy continued for about 3 years, more or less, but Locky didn't really believe he gained anything from it. The therapist had never told him anything he hadn't already known, and the effect that the incident had on him did not change one bit.

of losing you... i'm losing you.

But life continues, no matter how traumatic any incident is. Elementary and middle school passed quickly and effortlessly for Locky. His grades were decent, but the decline in the amount of friends he considered to be close was definitely noticeable. The therapist had told him that he would probably have issues trusting others due to his childhood, and it seemed to be that she had been right. Most of Locky's time was spent alone, playing video games, watching television, doing homework, writing. He had a million things to distract him from the loneliness. His parents were worried, of course, but less attention was paid to this problem due to the birth of Locky's little brother, Corbin.

but you look so beautiful in this hospital bed.

The first year of high school was brutal. Locky could honestly say that he hated every single moment he had to spent in that building. He had no friends, he was constantly made fun of, and he never felt like he fit in. His number of friends was becoming dangerously low, but he was definitely happy when summertime rolled around. Sophomore year was a bit better for Locky; his personality became a lot more outgoing, and was able to make several more friends, but he if often known as "the kid that was so weird in freshman year, nobody liked him." If you look in a past school yearbook for his freshman picture, he looks like a completely different person. However, junior and senior year passed quickly for Locky. He was a pretty popular guy during the last two years of his highschool education, one of those guys who was going to parties every weekend and changing girlfriends constantly (although Locky knew he was bisexual by then, he never told anyone until after highschool). No matter how many friends Locky had during his final years at school, he was pretty glad when it was over, because that meant that him and his sister could focus all of their time on the band that they were in, called Scheduled Nurse. His parents never approved of him being in a band because they were convinced that it would get him no where, but now that Scheduled Nurse is getting more and more popular and touring the country, he's pretty sure that he's proved his parents wrong.

[`alex weathers]

accepted ' '

Welcome to euphoria music festival !

OLIVER SYKES -glomps- I'll love you forever. Poor Locky :[ -huggles.
Excellent app, loved reading his personality.

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