little fox boy

(almost) leader of the lost boys.

[landondiggory]

Fuck It, Let's Have Fun

[landondiggory]

Lan walked through the door as Sleightly said it was open, moving to go and sit down on the edge of the boy’s bed. He couldn’t help but laugh a little bit, looking around and seeing the mess that was his friends room. Turning his attention back to the brunet as he was questioned, he shook his head. “Nothing, really. I was wondering if you had any ideas for something fun we could do? I need to get my mind off of something. Plus, we haven’t hung out in like forever.” He flashed the other a grin, already beginning to feel better.

[sleightlyhigh]

"Something fun to do?  Yeah, I'm always up for adventures.  Especially with my favorite twin!" He offered up a giant grin at that, but quickly stopped himself.  "Don't tell Logan I said that.  Anyway, we can probably come up with something cool to do." Sleightly said thoughtfully, nodding a bit and going through ideas in his head.  "Did you have anything specific in mind, or are you just looking to distract yourself?"

[landondiggory]

Fuck It, Let's Have Fun

Landon blew out a sigh as he walked along the hallway, no destination set in his mind. Today had been a generally shitty day, and he was fairly sure he’d failed one of the more important tests of the year. The boy knew that he shouldn’t be letting it bother him, he didn’t really care about school or classes, but he couldn’t get it off of his mind. Before he knew it, he was standing in front of one his best friend’s dorm room, knocking on the door. Placing his hand on the edge of the door, he closed his eyes, unable to stop another sigh as it passed through all of his lips. An idea popped into his mind, he’d as Sleightly if they could go do something fun, so he could get his mind off of the stupid test. “You in there, man?” he asked, knocking on the door again.

[sleightlyhigh]

At the sound of someone knocking on his door, Sleightly blinked groggily, lifting his head up off his pillow and looking around in a daze.  "Wha-?" It took him a moment to get his bearings before he realized it was Landon's voice calling from the other side of the door.  "Yeah, man.  Door's unlocked, come on in," He called back at his friend, rubbing his eyes and suppressing a yawn as he pulled himself out of bed.  After a few minutes of searching through his piles of mess for a clean shirt to throw on, Sleightly plopped into his little armchair and smiled at Landon.  "So, what's up?"

[yourangel-angie]

Her green eyes followed his movements around the large gymnasium. The flitted over the polished wooden floorboard, the walls, the gym equipment and the bleachers before settling back on his face with a smile of her own. “Maybe you’re right for this once,” Angie grinned, slowly getting to her feet. Walking past him, she patted his arm and nodded towards the hoops. “Wanna play?”

[sleightlyhigh]

"Just this once, huh?" His eyebrows raised and his headed tilted ever-so-slightly to the left. "Honestly, I'm right 99% of the time.  Hate to break it to you." He joked, but his cocky facade was broken almost immediately by the unstoppable grin forming on his face.  He nodded at her question, grinning even wider.  "Hell yeah I wanna play.  Have you got a ball?"

[yourangel-angie]

Angie lifted her head, a brow raising in amusement as she turned towards him. “What makes you say that?”

[sleightlyhigh]

A cheeky smile tugged at his lips, and his hands made sweeping gestures all around.  "Well, just look at those bleachers— beckoning for you.   And the basketball hoops?  They're practically calling your name."

[yourangel-angie]

"There will come a time when I am not needed in the school gym. Apparently that time is not today."

[sleightlyhigh]

"Oh, please, don't kid yourself.  This gym will always need you."

[twistedxbeast]

"Is there a difference?"

[sleightlyhigh]

"That's the question of the day, isn't it?  I'm not sure I have an answer.  But if there is a line between the two, it's a damn thin line."

[teenagecollegestudent-deactivat]

I dunno hun’, are you sure that’s good for you?

[sleightlyhigh]

"Oh, I'm almost certain it's not. But, that's never stopped me before."

[wondergirlmeg]

Why not both?

[sleightlyhigh]

"Ah, there's an idea.  A mind so clouded with fantastic thoughts, that he's driven mad.  Or perhaps it's the madness that drives him to genius?"

[paradiseacademy-rp]

"One of the few who manage to vanish that thin line don’t you think?"

[sleightlyhigh]

"I'd have to agree with that.  A suicidal maniac, sure, but he had some great ideas."

[alice-inthe-clouds]

"In order to be a genius, you must be slightly mad."

[sleightlyhigh]

"I suppose you're right.  All the best thoughts come from the twisted individuals."

[theuntameableswizz]

Who gives a shit, both words practically mean the same thing. 

[sleightlyhigh]

"Fair point.  Though, I don't agree entirely— I don't think the words are completely interchangeable; however there's definitely a correlation between madmen and geniuses."

[sleightlyhigh]

"So, Hamlet.  Madman or genius?"

[sleightlyhigh]

[please publish] Before you is nothing but a long, dark corridor—no doors nor windows to be seen. A half slithering, half dragging noise sounds behind you, drawing nearer and nearer with every moment. The creature—whatever it may be—emits a low hissing, gurgling sound that only grows louder. Do you flee down the corridor into the unknown, or stand your ground?

Making his way through the corridor, Sleightly found himself getting a bit bored with the whole haunted house.  A dim hallway wasn’t exactly frightening, and the piercing screams coming from other rooms throughout the school were beginning to bum him out.  He wanted to be scared shitless; it was his favorite part of Halloween, in all honesty.  But, instead, he was stuck in the bare, empty hall, waiting for something to happen and listening to the frightened shrieks of his classmates.  Sleightly hated waiting.

But then, just before he gave up hope entirely of ever being horrified, there was a noise.  It was coming from somewhere behind him, though he couldn’t be sure where, and it was approaching steadily.  The noise was unlike anything he’d ever heard, some combination of scuffling and spitting and sliding that evoked a burning curiosity in him.

In all honesty, the noises terrified him— how could they not?  He had a fear of the unknown, and he couldn’t fathom in the slightest bit what would be making that noise.  For a moment, Sleightly was frozen in place in the middle of the hallway, torn somewhere between “run for your damn life” and "I ain’t scared of shit”.  It wasn’t until the noises were practically on top of him that he made a move, turning slowly to meet the creature approaching him.  It took all of his willpower not to run as he waited for it to come out of the darkness, but he was determined to face this, whatever it was.  He was a Lost Boy, a king of mischief, and he wouldn’t be caught dead running with his tail between his legs; especially not from a teacher in a Walmart costume.

[sleightlyhigh]

"what are you supposed to be?"

"dave."

[perriewinters]

"I feel like I should be worried about you."

[sleightlyhigh]

"Nah, don't worry about me.  I'll be fine.  I mean, I'm not dead yet, so I must be doing something right."

[perriewinters]

"I think I just slept for a week."

"What did I miss?"

[sleightlyhigh]

"I would fill you in, but  I slept through the whole week, too."

[sleightlyhigh]

Ghost

Ghost: Do you have any regrets?

"I guess my main regret is that I didn’t get to know my mother enough before she died."