[open] SIT BACK! smile sweetheart.

[Locke Marquis]

WHEN YOUR ONLY FRIENDS ARE HOTEL ROOMS
hands are distant lullabies!

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Birds chirping. A gaggle of teens rough-housed a few yards away, where the exercise yard lay. Exiting the cold interior of the institute, Locke grimaced at the brightness of the outside world. Could it really get brighter? Probably, he shrugged. Pausing just outside the doors to the inside of Michigan State, Locke wondered what to do. He had already met with an icky counselor.

They had said something about him being neglected or some similar bullshit. It was his parents' faults anyway. Them and Felica's fault he wasn't able to get what he wanted. He absolutely, positively adored explosions. It went well with his explosive personality. Bouncing on the balls of his heels, Locke glanced around for anything interesting. The birds chirped quite loudly in the background and Locke tilted his head. Hum. Where to go next?

He needed to explore this whole place. Top to bottom. He needed to find something to make a bomb with. And then, literally he'll be able to leave Michigan State in a big bang. A Chesire-like grin spread across his face as he trotted towards the backwall. Ah, this was the place where kids would get beaten up at if they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Fun. Locke cheered sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Turning around in circles as he made his way, Locke easily amused himself. It was so simple to get caught up in mundane things. Like walking for instance! He adored just walking about in a rhythm, in a pattern, in whatever fashion he felt like. And the action never got tiring in the slightest. Amazing. Simply amazing. Ebony colored hair fell into his stormy blue eyes in the middle of all his spinning and he paused the turning.

Blinking said storm blue orbs rapidly, Locke let the scenery spin all around him. A laugh bubbled up from beneath his lips at the action and he felt five again. He could remember spinning and spinning and spinning in circles with his mom attatched to his wrists. She would spin him so fast the world was just a blur of faded color and muted sound. Then she would laugh her pretty wind-chime laugh and say she had to go get back to cooking a fantastic five course meal for his father.

A scowl appeared at the bleak thought of his father. For even mentioning the memory, Locke crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. That just ruined a really good spin cycle. Another helpless giggle bubbled up at the horrible pun and Locke finally made his way toward the backwall. Plopping his butt on the cold, hard and rough concrete, Locke fidgeted a bit to get comfortable. Criss-crossing his legs, he perched his long and stick-like arms behind him like a prop and smiled.

Fun in the sun. Too bad there weren't any bullies or tough kids around. It would've been fun to see how riled up he could get them before they snapped and physically attacked him. Oh, the attention he'd end up getting though! The new kid picking fights and getting beat up. A very lucky ducky Locke could be. He giggled once more, though quietly, at the thought. He was just on a roll with these awesome puns and such. Leaning his head back to stare up at the clear blue sky, Locke huffed.

He didn't see why he had to come here. Sure, he was a bit of an attention whore, but that was his mom and dad's fault for ignoring him for Felicia in the first place! If they hadn't caught on about the fireworks when they did, he could've been able to make the largest and most amazing explosion there was!

Furrowing his eyebrows downwards at the foiled plan that almost killed Felicia, Locke snorted. It wasn't like she was hurt all that much anyway. A few bumps, a couple of scratches and a large spike of the shed through her side. That was it. The stunt got him noticed at least. It did it even more than his tattoos and boyfriend ever could. Too bad his father shoved him here. He actually really liked his boyfriend. So romantic and adorable.

Closing his eyes against the bright blue hue in the sky, Locke hummed to himself. He needed to find some friends. Some cohorts in his duty to escape Michigan State with a bang. Then there would be the supplies he'd need. Certain chemicals and such. Oh man. Why didn't he smuggle any of his bomb supplies into his backpack in the secret compartment he created? Man he was so stupid!

Flopping flat on his back, Locke winced at the jarring sensation of his head hitting concrete. Whoa. That actually kind of hurt a bit. Oh well. Sprawled out on the ground, Locke watched the sky with an attentiveness that seemed borderlining on a statue-like appearance. Only horizontal instead of the usual vertical standing statue. Fun fun fun.

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IF I COULD TURN AROUND
i would tonight!

bitter words spoken to! ANYONE!
bullet holes with your name inscribed! EIGHT HUNDRED TWENTY FIVE!
i hate these thoughts of you! I can't see three feet in front of me due to an allergy attack. Fck.
i'll name this song in your honor! Paperthin Hymn; Anberlin
i'd like to thank the academy! CAMMIE, the amazing she-devil she is, made this template and she'd love it very very very very much if it stayed hers kthnx.

[Locke Marquis]

WHEN YOUR ONLY FRIENDS ARE HOTEL ROOMS
hands are distant lullabies!

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Locke blinked curiously at the voice. Then he blinked again. A person! Someone finally stumbled over towards this area, awesome! Pulling himself up to a sitting position, Locke rubbed his head. "Hum. Guess you're right, but I wasn't looking for comfort anywho. I really wanted to talk with someone, so since you're here, you're now gonna be able to talk with me!" Giving the other male that approached a bright grin, Locke waved his hand in greeting.

"I'm Locke. What's your name? Oh, oh! Why are you looking around over here? Same as me I hope, cause I was looking for someone to talk with, like I said before. But there weren't very many people here and it sort of made me kinda upset. But since you're here, I won't be lonely!" Stormy blue eyes glittered brightly as he waved a hand around in a circle, his insitent talking loud and very fast. Pulling himself up onto his feet, Locke dusted himself off before tilting his head at the male.

Hum. Shoulder length brown hair and sort of nerdy-looking glasses. Ouh. He might be fun to hang around with, Locke mused to himself. That would probably make his day, super bright and awesomer than it had been previously. Blinking in slight confusion, Locke sort of wondered if the word 'awesomer' was really an actual word. Looking up through ebony locks, Locke parted his lips to wet them before talking.

"Hey, is awesomer a word? Cause I don't think it is, but it sounds like one, don't you think?! I mean. If it wasn't a word, it should be a word since it sounds so neat outloud! Try saying it. Awesomer! Aw. Som. Er! Awesomer." Nodding to himself, Locke made sure he enunciated the word at least three times, just in case the other male hadn't heard right.

Blinking once more, Locke tilted his head to wait for the other male's reply. He hoped he would answer soon. The question if 'awesomer' was a word was eating at his insides and he felt like asking again about the word. But he really doubted that the other guy probably wouldn't like it if he kept repeating himself over and over and over and over again.

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IF I COULD TURN AROUND
i would tonight!

bitter words spoken to! DAYTON!
bullet holes with your name inscribed! FOUR HUNDRED OH FOUR!
i hate these thoughts of you! rofl. i couldn't think of much besides Locke's constant babble. :'D
i'll name this song in your honor! Paperthin Hymn; Anberlin
i'd like to thank the academy! CAMMIE, the amazing she-devil she is, made this template and she'd love it very very very very much if it stayed hers kthnx.

[Locke Marquis]

WHEN YOUR ONLY FRIENDS ARE HOTEL ROOMS
hands are distant lullabies!

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Locke's eyes lit up at the grin the other male returned. Okay. That was good, right? Nodding his head rapidly in agreement, Locke plopped back down on the ground and the other guy seemed to also. "Tha's great. What do you want to talk about? I mean, I know I could talk about anything and everything, but it'd be rude if I did all the talking you know? I could like, irritate you to a point where you'd want to hit me or worse even. You could want to leave me for something else, something less. . . I dunno. Talkative?"

Tilting his head at the babble that escaped his lips, Locke wondered if he would actually hit him. He didn't seem the type, but then again. He did misjudge a few people in the past. Especially if he was doing all the talking. He could remember he was trying to talk to this guard once, which was kind of stupid but it was the only thing he could think of doing, and the guard had the nerve to leave right in the middle of his tirade of talking. The nerve!

He could've at least waited for him to finish his sentence before leaving, but no. He left right in the middle of him talking about something that had to do with daisies. He didn't know the specifics but he was pretty sure he was talking about something morbid at that time. Bringing his fingers up to his ebony locks, he ruffled them and tugged at them absentmindedly. He really thought that those guards were sort of like the guards at the Queen's palace. Trained not to speak, move, or even sneeze without permission.

Guess he was wrong about these guards at Michigan State. Feh. Oh, the guy was talking again. Nodding his head quickly, Locke grinned. Dayton? Fun name! "Your name's fun sounding. I like it. Oh! You wanted to meet someone too? Neato!" Actually leaning forward on his hands, Locke tilted his head. His smile was still plastered on his features widely. Mutely nodding at Dayton's agreement with him, Locke returned back to his spot on the ground.

The grin on his face slowly dissipated at Dayton's words, sort of like a kicked puppy, and Locke mussed his hair up in silent thought. "Oh. . ." he mumbled quite despondently, his blue eyes downcast slightly. Well, at least he was frank about it. Sort of like how Locke was with observations. But still, that made him a bit sad that 'awesomer' wasn't a word. Oh, huh. . what?

The word could be used as slang though? Listening with rapt attention, Locke's blue eyes were wide with fascination. He sounded just like one of those dictionaries his mom sometimes told him would make him smarter! Oh golly gee wiz. Listening with the same rapt attention as Dayton spoke, Locke let a giggle bubble up past his lips.

"You sounded just like the dictionaries my mom told me I should read more often to make me smarter. You're really neat! I like you. Didn't I tell you the word would be awesomer than the regular old 'awesome!'" Giggle once more, Locke tried to refrain himself from starting on another babbling spree and let Dayton catch up. It wasn't like the guy was going to go anywhere. Unless. . . unless he got fed up with Locke's silly babbling, but that seemed unlikely, right?

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IF I COULD TURN AROUND
i would tonight!

bitter words spoken to! DAYTON!
bullet holes with your name inscribed! SIX HUNDRED TWO!
i hate these thoughts of you! 'oh golly gee wiz' makes me think of one of those old 50s shows.
i'll name this song in your honor! Paperthin Hymn; Anberlin
i'd like to thank the academy! CAMMIE, the amazing she-devil she is, made this template and she'd love it very very very very much if it stayed hers kthnx.

[Locke Marquis]

WHEN YOUR ONLY FRIENDS ARE HOTEL ROOMS
hands are distant lullabies!

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Locke blinked. Then he blinked again at the meek smile on Dayton's face. Tilting his head to the side, lifting his eyebrows curiously, Locke's epiphany finally dawned on him, eyes lighting up in recognition. He meant hitting someone that way. Wow. That sounded really fourth grade. With the emphasis on a certain way the wording was said. It was sort of like those times you heard third graders and fourth graders mumbling, 'I like like you!' to each other. Haha.

". . .oh. Oh. Don't worry about I guess. And really? You couldn't find anyone more interesting that talked less? Really really? Awesome. And I'm glad I'm not you know? Cause I think I'm a really neat person. Not to sound concieted or anything. I'm just like. Awesome. Neat. Fantastic. Fabulous. Amazing. And probably other adjectives I can't remember at the moment."

Waving his hand around in a circle, Locke righted his head and gripped at his ebony locks with the circling hand. D'aww. That was kinda cute how he mumbled and shied away from that compliment. Hearing Dayton start speaking again, Locke trained his blue eyes on the male, completely enamoured with him. He really wondered where in the hell he got all his energy from. He couldn't remember when it started, though he had heard from his dear parents that it started when he came home from the hospital.

The thought of him in a crib, cooing and 'gah-ga-ing' all the time made him giggle slightly. Then the cooing and ga-ga-ing evolved into his rambunctious runs through the house. It was amusing to see his mom scuttling along behind him with a wet rag incase he got into something sticky or something he didn't need to be messing with. Locke grinned as Dayton told him he already repeated whatever he said. He really couldn't quite remember what was said anywho.

"Oh. My bad then." Probably the only shortest thing he was going to end up speaking, Locke scratched at his nose gently with a black nail polished nail. Perking up at the sound of Dayton's voice, Locke blinked once then twice. Then another time just to be sure. He wanted to know what landed him here again? Sweet. He liked talking about why he was there, but usually. . . it made others sort of, huh. . . shy away from him?

Locke didn't quite get it. Just because he did that, didn't mean he was going to do the same to the other people. Unless he magically got ahold of some C4 or explosives. Simple fireworks would've sufficed even. But nah. He was a dipshit and didn't pack any when his father started screeching at him to 'pack his bags cause he was leaving for good!' Then like. He ended up here. At Michigan State, joy.

"I blew up a shed." He deadpanned, a bright grin on his face. You could probably tell by the way he was grinning that he seemed absolutely esctatic he did such a feat. "It was a really big shed too! I had it all squared away and shit, but like. . . my sister got in the way. Stupid me for not checking around for her, since she was like my second shadow. Almost killed her, but I didn't! When the shed exploded it looked like it shattered like glass. Really pretty. But then this mother fucking hugeee stake of shed impaled my kid sister."

Making motions with his hands, Locke grinned again before licking his lips and continuing on with his story. "Oh by the way, don't worry if it's rude. I'm gonna ask you the same thing anyway, kay? So like. . . I was there and the stake was poking through her side, sort of like a staked vampire, just not through the heart. It went cleannn through her side. Didn't hit any vitals or nothing. Dad was pissed though. So he told me to pack all my shit and shoved me here. S'what he gets for ignoring me for 'licia."

Nodding his head once, Locke finished off his explaination with a pout. He never did like his father anyway. He was way too stuffy with how a kid should behave. His mom was much more fun to be around than his dad. She liked playing house and hide 'n seek and spinning around in circles. When she wasn't slaving over a stove for the stupid five course meals his father always wanted when he got home.

Blinking and locking his gaze on Dayton's orbs, Locke's pout morphed into a grin. "So like I said. I'm gonna ask you about your reason for being here. Unless you don't wanna, but it's gonna nag at me all the time and I think I might follow you around to get the four one one from you, but don't feel pressured in doing it. I'm just too nosy for my own good. Er. . . well. That's what the counselors told me. But I really don't care. It's just the way I roll."

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IF I COULD TURN AROUND
i would tonight!

bitter words spoken to! DAYTON!
bullet holes with your name inscribed! EIGHT HUNDRED NINETY SIX!
i hate these thoughts of you! blahblahblah. locke likes talking. ;]
i'll name this song in your honor! Paperthin Hymn; Anberlin
i'd like to thank the academy! CAMMIE, the amazing she-devil she is, made this template and she'd love it very very very very much if it stayed hers kthnx.