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Jan. 10th, 2024 02:04 pm
avlagsen_stjarna: (startled)
Name: Hjalmar Falkenberg
Age: 25
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Height: 5'11
Weight: 170lbs
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Swedish
Gender: Boyish masculine
Sexuality: Bisexual with a preference for soft or masculine men.

Profession:

Lead guitarist for Skökorna (The Harlots)

Distinguishing marks:

Has a tattoo of a guitar with the words "God gave rock 'n roll to you." on his right bicep. He also has a scar down his navel where he jumped over a barbed wire fence and cut himself.

Pets:

He has a pet 9 year old black horse called Rök which translates to Smoke.

Abilities/talents:

Hjalmar is an accomplished musician being skilled in most stringed instruments including the guitar, lute, mandolin, violin and ukulele. He can also play the trumpet, trombone and piano. Music aside he is a keen horse rider and walker, who likes to scale mountains when not on tour with his band. He knows English, Norwegian, Danish and a little Finnish. Hjalmar is also an amateur astronomer and is often seen gazing out of his window at the stars with his telescope.

Personality:

Hjalmar can come across as a bit of a joker and the one who likes to prank about. He is always seen with a bottle in his hand often drunk because he loves to live the rock star life style. He's often rash and immature in his actions but never means to harm anyone since he is a kind-hearted boy who loves to help others where he can. He can be a workaholic at times, becoming absorbed in his guitar work sometimes forgetting to sleep in the process. An extrovert, Hjalmar loves to make new friends and would bend over backwards to help those he loves and is close to.


Background:

Hjalmar was born in Stockholm and has two younger brothers called Ragnar and Tordis. Being interested in music at a young age, Hjalmar was sent to music school when old enough and immediately began learning stringed instruments such as the violin, cello, double bass and acoustic guitar. He was a talented boy and quickly picked the skill up and knew immediately that he wanted to become a rock musician because he liked the way the electric guitar sounded, so he began lessons at 14.

Soon, he was becoming a skilled guitarist and by the age of 18 he'd become involved in the rock scene, becoming known throughout his home city. He'd attend a few gigs and found that he liked it. The friends he made introduced him to the high life of being a rock star as they all took drugs, drank too much and fucked lots of groupies. Even thought they were just a local band, Hjalmar loved all the attention and soon got hooked on it all.

One night though he was high on coke and got dared to climb over a security fence to write some lewd letters onto a police building. He got caught on the wire and it tore into his navel, leaving him with needing stitches to patch the wound up. Being arrested was nothing new to the rebellious Swede since he often laughed it off being a rock star. A year later the band broke up and Hjalmar needed to find himself a new band. It was in a club that Sven of Skökorna found the guitarist and snapped him up because he'd never heard someone play like how Hjalmar played. It was perfect. The blond needed a lead guitarist and Hjalmar was in need of a job.

Meeting the other members of Skökorna, Hjalmar soon settled in to the new band, who were glam metal and a bit different to his other heavy rock friends. A little more glitter and glam but he loved being on stage doing what he loved best.


Special people:

Skökorna band members;

Sven Gustaffsson [personal profile] nordlig_pojke
Frederik Halvorsson [personal profile] rebellisk_tarta
Ivar Arvidsson [personal profile] skraptrummor

Best friend: Erik Ivarsson [personal profile] rockandroll_swede
avlagsen_stjarna: (Default)
cw: trauma, injury and death.

Hjalmar didn't even know he was tossing and turning in his sleep, now leaving wet marks on the sheets from where he was sweating. The boy was having a nightmare because he was re-living his trauma. The reason why he drank himself into oblivion most days, ending up sick and depressed. The night his best friend and band mate died.

"Come on Hjalmar, pass the booze."

Nils shoved Hjalmar then stole the bottle off his friend as they drove along in the car down the busy Stockholm streets. It was dark because they were performing at a local club, just starting out as a rock band. They didn't even have a proper name yet and just called themselves "The Boys." It wasn't imaginative at all but it was something. Ticket sales were never great at these local clubs because not many people showed up. Still, Nils, Hjalmar, Benji and Markus were in the car speeding along enjoying themselves.

"You reckon anyone will show up tonight? We're all fucking smashed so we might play shit."

Nils just trying to focus on the road as his vision was now blurring due to the drugs and booze in his system. Should he be driving? No. The others were even more drunk than he was. Hjalmar was laughing and poking Benji, who was their drummer, sitting at the back with Markus, who was their bassist. Nils, was vocalist and very drunk.

"Fuck off will we be shit---"

Markus frowning at that just as he shoved Hjalmar from behind, causing him to nearly fall into Nils. There was an oncoming truck turning just as the car full of drunk rock stars came hammering along the road too fast. Much too fast. Hjalmar's eyes went wide just as he realised Nils was on the wrong side of the road. Fuck!

"Nils, you're on the wrong side of the fucking road! That truck it's too close---fuck, Nils what are you?--"

Hjalmar's words were cut off as there was no time. The car clipped the side of the truck and flipped over, scraping it's roof along the road as all rockstars tumbled inside, shouting, screaming. The sound of fear. No one was wearing a seatbelt. Hjalmar felt everything go black as a loud thump smacked inside his head. Then, the hot heat came and the searing pain. His vision went dark and the smashing of glass could be heard before everything went dark.

***

Sirens. Lots of blue light and sirens. Noise. Was he alive? Hjalmar couldn't move. He was strapped to a board and looking up at the pitch black sky. He couldn't hear. Had he gone deaf? His body felt dead. Oh fuck. Was he dying? There was pain all over but his head felt like a brick. He passed out again.

***

A hospital. He opened his eyes and saw a white ceiling but it was all blurry. Everything was blurry but he could hear voices. Lots of voices. Beeping. It was coming from the machine he was hooked up to. The pain had gone though and he was slowly coming to. Where was the car? Where were his band mates? He realised he was in a hospital bed and was plugged in to a monitor. Fuck! The guitarist had no words because all he could remember was that big truck turning onto the road---coming towards them but---they were going too fast and had clipped the side, flipping the car.

"Am I alive?"

Hjalmar felt like he was talking to himself. The words came out but he felt like this wasn't real. A doctor now coming to his bedside, checking on his vitals and replacing fluid in the IV bag hooked up to his left arm.

"Mr. Falkenberg? You're lucky to be alive. Your other friends in the car narrowly avoided losing their lives but they are stable. But---"

Hjalmar panicked, feeling he couldn't breathe. No! Fuck no---

"Where are they? Nils? Markus, Benji---they were in the car with me, they---"

The doctor placed a hand on Hjalmar's arm, comforting but looking rather sad. The poor young man.

"Benji and Markus are alive. They sustained broken bones and a bad concussion but they are alive. Nils, I am sorry, Hjalmar. But, Nils did not make it. He died instantly at the wheel with a broken neck. The paramedics did their best to revive him but there was nothing they could do."

Hjalmar felt his heart drop into his feet. This was bullshit! No! Fuck NO! Nils, he---he couldn't die. He was the band's singer. Hjalmar's best friend---no. Oh gods no.

"He's----dead?"

The doctor nodded solemnly.

Hjalmar had been the one passing the booze around the car, giving Nils gulps of it at the wheel and now he was dead.

***

"NO! NILS! The truck----it's coming! You're on the wrong side of the fucking road---you're--"

Hjalmar was now screaming in his sleep, yanking at the sheets, sweating feverish and mumbling.

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Jan. 10th, 2023 01:54 pm
avlagsen_stjarna: (rocking out)


I'm not here. Find me playing guitar or getting drunk somewhere.
avlagsen_stjarna: (in the shadows)
Nexus Prompt; 5. "I thought I was fine, but it turns out I've been aggressively lying to myself in trying to outrun my problems."

cw: alcohol abuse

Hjalmar rolled over and felt a hard object press into his back while on the floor. An empty glass bottle. Another one. How much had he drank? It had just been the one Jack Daniels bottle hadn't it? Joe had given him one back at the hotel bar. Where was he now? Why was the floor so hard and cold. Everywhere was cold. Was he outside?

Fuck.

The Swede was too paralytic to even get his legs to move where he wanted them to. His body was in a state of drowning. Powerless to move because of how much alcohol was now suffocating his body. He was completely wasted. Why? Why did he do this to himself? He had a problem, didn't he? But then all rock stars were like this and all drank. Joe, Aarne---they all got trashed but did they have a problem too? Hjalmar couldn't even think because he was so drunk.

He tried to get up and grab the nearest object, which was a cold metal railing. The floor was hard like concrete. He was outside and was this the car lot where the bus was parked? Fuck. Pulling himself up was useless as his legs wouldn't move and the world was now spinning. Giving up the Swede now rolled over onto his stomach, floundering on the ground like a beached whale. A very sick whale who was now heaving up the contents of his stomach onto the hard ground in front of him.

"Ngh---fuck---"

Not good. Shit. Maybe he'd drank more than he should. Of course he fucking had. Both his brothers told him he was a wasted drunk and should focus more on his music and star gazing then staring down into the pits of a booze bottle. Booze was like candy to the Swede and his main drug to let go of the pressures of being a rock star. Everyone did it.

"Torden---"

The world was consuming him as he felt worse than ever. Shit. A binge? A bad one. Throwing up once more Hjalmar knew this was bad.
avlagsen_stjarna: (smoking)
Hjalmar was currently staring through his telescope, which he had now placed just behind the tour bus. He had set it up after realising that the bus would be stopping for a few hours while the drivers took a rest. That and it was the bathroom stop for everyone to visit the facilities close by. The Swede wasn't drunk out of his face which was something of a miracle in itself. The night was still young and Hjalmar had decided to ditch the bottle for a few hours so he could get some decent stargazing in.

"What can you see? Oh, that one looks like a giant cock!"

The telltale sign of drunken giggling could be heard behind the guitarist who had his right eye firmly jammed in the eyecup of his telescope. The tripod's feet firmly dug into the grass so it couldn't be knocked by drunken rockstars.

"Good evening, Erik. Trust you to think of that. Would you like to have a look? Robert's cock isn't up there though, sorry to disappoint you."

Erik gave his friend a slight hair ruffle and then nodded, wanting to take a peek. Hjalmar moved out of the way so the younger Swede could put his eye into the view finder and what a sight! Erik gasped when he saw the night's sky lit up like a million lights all on brightly against the pitch black empty maw of space. It was infinite and Erik was so glad it was a dark night with no cloud because light pollution often tainted the whole aspect of stargazing.

"We're lucky tonight. LA can be a bitch to try and stargaze since all the lights but tonight the gods are smiling down at us."

Hjalmar sat next to Erik on a make-shift seat, which happened to be a wooden crate as he watched his friend, pulling out a cigarette to smoke. Erik was marvelling at all the different constellations, not knowing what they all were but was fascinated none the less.

"Oh, this one looks like Gilly the tart! It's got it's hands on it's hips and sort of looks like a tart."

Hjalmar just snorted out a laugh because it was clear Erik was drunk and not thinking clearly. Still, the description involving the cluster of stars was amusing. He exhaled into the night's sky wondering what the others inside the bus were getting up to. Drinking, fucking, talking, sleeping. Maybe all of the above. Who else would venture out to witness the dark haired Swedes stargazing he wondered.
avlagsen_stjarna: (Default)
Sven was already too busy getting smashed in the hotel bar to notice that Hjalmar had left the company of the blond singer and was now walking outside near the carpark area around the back. He was clutching a bottle of Jack in his right hand as he staggered too and froe a little holding onto the wall for support as he then found himself losing his balance in the flower beds. What the fuck? Where did the flowers come from? The drunk Swede was too trashed to notice he'd wandered into the car park's flower beds and was now downing some more booze. Sven had invited his guitarist to join the tour because why the hell not? The rest of the Harlots would soon filter through off the plane and into LA.

"What the fuck?---"

The guitarist's foot got caught in some flower stalks as he tripped and landed on his ass, laughing and feeling his Jack bottle fly out of his hand to land behind him somewhere. If anyone was around they'd hear the cry of surprise and then a loud laugh as Hjalmar was now laying down squashing some of the flowers under his weight. He'd been here for a few hours drinking with Sven and now this.

"Blommor? Fan, jag sitter fast."

Erik was taking a piss close by against the nearby brick wall as he couldn't hold it in any longer and couldn't make it back to the hotel bathroom. Turning around after finishing he heard the cry and then laughed walking up to the drunken Swede and seeing his predicament.

"No hoes crushing the flowers!"

Hjalmar just offered Erik a middle finger and then laughed.

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