Fox Farley

24 | Human | New Life

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calcmitiess‌:

“Do they have treatments for dogs that would help?” She asked, trying to keep some of the confusion and genuine interest out of her voice. There was so much here she felt behind on, but at least there were so many good things, like apparently medication to help with dog allergies. “I’ve seen some stores sell fake flowers which are…..well I don’t know I don’t really like them but it could be a way to have some in your house without bothering the dog.” She was sure her grimace was obvious though. The first time she discovered fake flowers she had been left with a lurking feeling of unhappiness for the rest of the day, the idea of someone wanting the beauty of a plant without having to deal with the life of it rather unsettling. “It’s nice that you have him though, a sort of companion you can always have around for company.”

Fox nodded with a small smile. “Yeah, they have a few, I think.” His nose wrinkled a little at the idea of fake flowers. “They're.. okay?” His statement sounded more like a question as he scratched at his head. “They're just not the same, you know? I should probably get him some meds anyway. It'll be better for when we go out, especially to the park, you know?” He nodded again with a wide smile. “Yeah,” his voice was soft and fond as he looked down at the dog who kept an eye on their surroundings, “he's the best. It's nice to know that someone will always want me around.”

As soon as the words escaped him, he wished he could take them back. “I mean, it's just nice to have that-that companionship, like you said.” He cringed slightly on the inside but was able to keep most of it from his face. Why was he slipping like this? It wasn't even the first time that day he'd said more than he meant to. It was like there was nothing in the place where walls should have stood strong and sturdy. There seemed to be little filter but every sort of regret at his actions and words. Only part of his past's reflexes stuck with him.

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mindcfmxgic‌:

The jedi was used to paying attention to his surroundings, but he also expected people to move when he had been standing in certain places for a while or when he got there first. People watching had actually become somewhat of a hobby for him, especially in this new place. This was one of the easiest ways to figure out what was and wasn’t acceptable on this planet. However, when someone bumped into him, Anakin was taken back. He’d been watching a young couple across the street arguing, and he was lost in thought about Padme and hoping she was still doing okay. She probably was, though; she never had a problem taking care of herself.

“What the hell, kid?” he asked without thinking. “Why would you even be walking without looking up?” he inquired as he crossed his arm and looked him over. “I’m fine, but why?” he reiterated.

Fox frowned before apologizing again. “Sorry, I was letting Malt lead,” he started before cringing a little. “I now realize how ridiculous that has to sound... I'm sorry, I really should have been looking and stopped to look at the directions.” He looked at the other with a sheepish expression. “I really didn't mean to bump into you.” He could feel the low hum of anxiety that was always with him when Malt was at home start up again.

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magicspill‌:

she raises a brow at him, reading his anxiety as if it were written in bright, bold letters.  unfortunately, she shakes her head.  ❛  no, but if you remember where you last saw it, we can go and look.  ❜  lexa may not have been a sentimental person, unlikely to find herself in the opposite position of this situation, but sympathized.

Fox visibly deflated, his eyes looking that light but gaining a slight sheen as they began to lightly water. It had to have been by the treadmill or the free weights,” he told her, laced with emotion. He couldn't remember for the life of him where it had come from or why is was so significant to him but he couldn't handle the loss. His wrist felt naked without it and he felt as if he was missing a part of himself, not just an intricate piece of metal.

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dandelionwines‌:

❛ IT … HAS TO BE DARK MAGIC. ❜ josie reluctantly decides as she shakes her head. ❛ if it was something light, then someone around here would know what the hell is going on. ❜ she would know. she’d be the first one to- at least that’s what she tells herself. ❛ when something’s a mystery, it’s usually because it’s hidden. ❜ thinks josie. her arms cross as she looks back towards the suspicious building again. ❛ says who? ❜ asks josie. ❛ if you want answers … i say get them. ❜

“Dark magic?” Fox's voice trailed off as he looked at the girl with a mix of confusion and concern. He pauses, letting it all sink in. He finally shrugged a shoulder. “I don't know. It's just.. habit or instinct, I guess.” He wasn't quite sure why he automatically thought not to question out loud or where he picked it up. “Some things, they just.. they just are, no real answer as to why.”

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bcrnstars‌:

(¸.• ♛ → “I’m glad. Pleasure, my name is Evie.” She says with a small smile now looking at the other one. The girl looked down at the dog he was really cute. “Cute. The Barking dog cafe? I’ve heard of it but is not like I have a pet, uh, do you mind if I maybe tag along?”

Fox shook his head. “Yeah, it's a pet-friendly cafe. I thought he might like coming along for an outing rather than just sleeping at home until I got back. Of course not! The more the merrier, right?” he asked with a smile. The journey was more for Fox's comfort than Malt's, the dog lacked any separation anxiety, but he didn't quite want to admit that.

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ouija-writes‌:

Looking down at that oh-so-happy dog, Bubbles couldn’t help but grin. She loved dogs –all animals really– but dogs held a special place in her heart. “Can I?” She looked up at the stranger quickly, her eyes wide and her expression hopeful. She didn’t wait for him to confirm, however, before she dropped down, her short skirt flying up as she knelt to pet the ever living shit out of that dog thankful for her kneepads now. “This is honestly the best thing that’s happened to me all week.” It had been a rough week so to be able to give love to something so damn cute was honestly a life saver.

“I’m Bubbles by the way.” She looked up at him as she spoke, only now noticing just how much he looked like Leo. “Holy shit. You could be his twin. You wouldn’t happen to know a guy named Leo Daniels, would you?”

Fox opened his mouth to say yes, but within a blink, the girl was down, petting Malt. He chuckled, shaking his head a little. “Fox Farley,” he introduced himself. He shook his head with the quirk of a brow. “Nope, should I?” he asked, unsure of who she was talking about. “I got here not too long ago, honestly,” he admitted, carefully skirting around how he might have known Leo before but simply lacks the memory now. Oh gods, what if he was his twin? Oh lord, did he have a twin he forgot? “He's.. he's not Irish like me, is he?”

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Fox Farley | Fearless

I have always been very attracted to danger. I guess some call me an adrenaline junkie, but its more than that. I crave things most people are too afraid to do, I am attracted to people others are too afraid to speak to. I try to keep my reckless behavior to a minimum, I really do. I try to be less impulsive, more structured, but I just get so bored. I guess at the end of the day some of us run with lions and some of us run away from them. I will never be the latter.

— Danger // Alexandra

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calcmitiess‌:

“Oh, yes, of course, sorry.” She said,  retracting slightly. Reasonably she knew she hadn’t done anything wrong, that he wasn’t turning her down because of something about her in particular, but it did leave her a little more nervous than she previously was. “I probably have an extra jar in my house somewhere so that I can keep them.” And i she didn’t have one she’d buy one, or put them in a cup, fill her house up with the flowers she couldn’t give away until she was drowning in them.

She stopped, moving to look down at the dog near her. Animals, unlike most people, didn’t strike a natural nerve with her, and she couldn’t help but give a small smile in the dog’s direction. “He’s very cute.” Ophelia state, still looking at the pet. “Have you had him for long?”

“Sorry,” Fox apologized softly, looking down at his feet for a moment, almost sheepishly. “I should actually probably get Malt some sort of allergy meds or something cause I really adore flowers,” he contemplated out loud with a soft hum. “Hopefully they have something.” He smiled widely as she complimented Malt, though. “He is and he definitely uses it to his advantage when he's in trouble or wants something.” He paused, gnawing lightly at his lip before replying carefully. “It's been a little while, now. But not too long.”

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dandelionwines‌:

❛ HOW CAN THAT NOT MATTER TO YOU? ❜ questions the siphon as she looks over her shoulder to give fox a glance over. it’s easy to forget how short sighted mortals can be. the things that go on right under their noses without them noticing or caring never fails to astound her. ❛ you don’t think it’s the least bit interesting? or concerning? ❜

“Don't get me wrong,” Fox started with a small sigh. “It, of course, scares the fuck out of me that there's something strong enough in this world that a building can just appear without disrupting the entirety of everything.” He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, grabbing his other arm to comfort himself. “It's just that there's not much we can do about it, now is there? Besides, there are arguably odder things on this island.” His tone was calm and even but bellied by the small downturn of his lips. He couldn't help but think of his reflexes and his muscle memories that definitely weren't those of the average civilian. “We just have to learn to live with it, though, don't we?”

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bcrnstars‌:

(¸.• ♛ → Right now she was thinking on the next dress that she can create because that’s one of her hobbies, create a very nice design that people are going to fall in love with. But then suddenly, someone just bumped into her, her fault as well because she was distracted. “That’s okay, same here so we can blame the fault.” The blue haired girl joked a bit now.

The girl looked down for a bit and saw that her dress was on place and honestly the bump wasn’t too hard so it was fine. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it. How about you?”

“I'm fine. Fox Farley,” he introduced himself, holding out a hand for her to shake. Malt stood at his feet, staring down anyone and everyone who passed as he kept watch for Fox. “Oh, and this is Malt. We were just heading to The Barking Dog Cafe.” His tone betrayed how excited he was for the journey; being able to take Malt was a blessing.

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fairvercna‌:

    a mix of a grunt and a yelp leaps out of el’s chest upon impact. the wind’s effectively knocked out of her. damn, fox ! though he can’t be entirely to blame—she’s in a bit of a hurry. and a crisis, if that matters. eleven had been rushing in the opposite direction, her attention locked behind her as she moved up the sidewalk. she’d been practically begging for an accident. el nearly jumps out of her skin when she and fox collide, worried that it might’ve been who she’d been moving so quickly to get away from. a lampost bulb overhead pops due to the spike in her anxiety, though she hardly notices it. ❝ i-i’m fine, ❞ eleven swears, though no part of her—not her expression, her shortness of breath, not anything—sells this story. she takes two quick glances over her shoulder before mumbling something about having to go and continuing on up the street.

Fox jolted, his anxiety instantly present in his chest for the first time while out with Malt when the bulb popped. At the girl's words, and the way she seemed to be looking back like someone or something was supposed to be there following her, made his nerves spike. He was torn between following her and leaving her be when Malt shifted foot to foot and a low whine escaped him as he looked after the girl. “Fuck it,” he decided. He might as well put the instinctive knowledge he had to use, right? He jogged lightly to catch up before speaking. “So, who are we running from?”

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ouija-writes‌:

Bubbles nodded her head along to the music as she skated down the block, weaving in and out of the sea of patrons with ease. She had the day off and so far it was going beautifully. She had done not one but two much-needed loads of laundry, bought a new plant, went for a long walk in the park and was now on her way to get some pastries at the bakery. Yes, she could have baked some herself, but as good as hers was, she was craving something sweet without the cleanup needed.

Scrunching her nose a little as the song changed, Bubbles reached into the heart-shaped pocket of her pinafore and pulled out her phone. It was then, as her gaze moved down to look at the screen that someone bumped into her. “Oh shit.” The curse flew from her lips as she rolled back a little, barely managing to keep her balance. She looked at the young man and pulled off her headphones as she noticed him speaking. She had only caught a portion of his apology, but it was enough for her to piece it together. “Yeah, I’m good,” she stated with a wave of her hand as her eyes moved from him to his four-legged companion. “Well, aren’t you handsome.”

Malt stood at Fox's feet, tail wagging faster at the compliment as he recognized it from Fox calling him it a multitude of times. “Yeah, he just came out gorgeous, right Malt?” He smiled down at the pup who looked up at him adoringly. “You can pet him if you'd like. He's a big ole softie who'll flip over for a belly rub at the drop of a dime.” He adored his young dog and how sociable he was, a testament to how well Fox trained him, though Fox wasn't aware of that.

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lvnclot‌:

          ROXY was unsettled to say the least — knowing things is typically her forte and though the bare week she’s spent on this island has yielded plenty of FASCINATING information, she’s not much closer to figuring out the gaps in her memory. there are moments when she thinks she’s close, a reflex she didn’t know she had, snippets of a familiar language she doesn’t remember learning, but these fleeting subconscious things aren’t proving to be all that HELPFUL.

              her name is roxanne morton but she prefers roxy.                       for some reason, some people have also called her lancelot.                               she is twenty-three years old.                                       she— she is—-

          as usual, her train of thought goes no further. she makes a barely restrained noise of frustration in the back of her throat, boot clad feet carrying her forward with a bit more ferocity than necessary. her shoulder bumping with another brings her out of her embittered reverie, gaze blinking between dog and young man before narrowing slightly as something tugs are FAMILIARITY deep inside her. it would be one of the FEW things in this place to elicit the emotion. “ it’s alright, ” she says, “ i wasn’t paying attention either. ” there’s a brief pause and then hoping to shed a little more light on the situation, “ —- i’m ROXY. ”

Looking at the stranger who almost felt.. well, strainséir eolach is the only thing that comes to mind. The language as natural as breathing- Irish, his brain supplies. He supposed it made sense with the accent. “Fox, Fox Farley,” he introduced himself. “I- I feel like I know you. Have you ever been by Kingsman before?” he asked, head tilting a little. Something in his mind was tugging at him as if trying to drag him by the hand to.. to.. where? He wasn't sure, maybe something long forgotten, maybe just a sense of deja vu? Either way, he knew there was something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Malt, on the other hand, had no such problem and looked at the stranger with his tagging waggling so strongly it created a draft. His whole body trembled with it, as he looked between the two as if asking permission. Fox hadn't seen his control so thin before and he knew it meant something- just what was it?

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Fox was more than excited to try the little, pet-friendly cafe he'd found a few days prior. He wasn't quite sure he remembered seeing the cafe the night before on his way home but it's not as if a business could completely pop up overnight, right? Either way, it didn't quite matter. He couldn't quite remember getting the dog or anything else for that matter, but he did know two things for sure. One, he was always anxious in public, though he hid it amazingly well. Something in his brain was just constantly hyper-vigilant and he wondered what that said about him as a person. Two, having Malt, as he had dubbed his young dog, made him significantly more comfortable in public and even at home. The dog was always on constant watch in public and he trusted the dog to alert him to anything.

Fox was looking down at his phone, allowing Malt to guide him along as he checked the directions once again. Nodding to himself, he was just about to put it away when his shoulder knocked lightly into someone else's. “Shit,” he cursed. “Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going,” he apologized, offering a sheepish look. “Are you okay?” Malt had steered him just a little too far to the side, but that's what he got for relying entirely on a dog to walk.

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magicspill‌:

lexa sat at the front desk of the gym, sipping a mug of coffee and reading a magazine.  her class hadn’t started yet so she was manning front while the usual guy was out on lunch.  she looked up, raising a brow at the person that had entered.  ❛  can i help you?  ❜

Fox marched right up to the desk, anxiety clear on his face. “I'm sorry but has anyone handed in a bracelet? It has a little fox pendant and was silver and thin, real dainty?” he asked hopefully. “I lost it and I'm freaking out a little,” he admitted. He wasn't sure how he knew it, but he knew it was very important to him and the loss was wearing on him greatly.

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dandelionwines‌:

*     JOSIE     SALTZMAN     :     OPEN     !

❛ THAT BUILDING. ❜ josie murmurs as she stares up at the tall, mysterious structure before her. she had just been in the town square yesterday, surely she would’ve noticed a completely black building. ❛ it looks like some kind of … ❜ josie squints as she tries to get a glimpse through the blacked out windows. nothing. displeasure quietly rumbles in her throat. ❛ it wasn’t here yesterday, was it? ❜

Fox was walking past when he heard the girl speak. He paused, looking at the building, and cocked his head to the side. “Huh, you know, I don't think it was,” he noted out loud before straightening his head and shrugging. “Doesn't really matter now, though, does it. It's just there.” He said this as thousands of questions buzzed through his head and his anxiety that was always a small babbling brook in the back of his mind turned into a shallow stream flowing swiftly. How the bloody hell had a building just.. appeared?

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neglvcts‌:

  ◜  everyone  that  knew  phoebe  ,  knew  that  she  was  a  total  clutz  ,  which  is  why  it  came  as  no  surprise  that  the  entirety  of  her  handbag  had  emptied  over  the  floor  due  to  a  drunken  slip  .  back  on  her  feet  ,  phoebe  holds  her  hands  up  and  exclaims  ❝  it  wasn’t  me  !  ❞

Fox sighed softly before bending down to begin collecting the woman's things for her. He gave her a teasing smile as he spoke, “It was a ghost, right? Damn pesky things.” His hands were moving smoothly for the number of shots he had downed and he offhandedly wondered if it was his tolerance or lack of time that kept the alcohol from affecting him. With his memory the way it was, it could honestly go either way.