Posts by closedcircuit.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]An unsmiling figure was also moving his paws around the campus. The night sky was glittering with stars. They were mocking the looks of Closedcircuit. Only because he didn't appear to be the most amazing, but that passed by everyone okay. The thick-furred feline muttered as he walked by himself. Muttered everything about himself to anything about everything. Wide subjects, like murder and fighting moves. Astrology and dumb continuous reasons not to die.

Pine trees were his favorite. Pointy and sharp. They looked sharp, they were sharp. He didn't even make himself stop to notice one. Oddly. The male was squinting in each step he took. Having bad eyesight didn't turn out that good. Choking on the spit he just swallowed, the male sat down. The feline was out of breath and obviously tired. He tired easily, alright? Closedcircuit lied down. Rolling onto his stomach he thought more about his esse. A thousand reasons more to die, not to live.

A bit of drool dribbled out of his wide open mouth. Lying in the middle of a patch of almost-dead grass, the male didn't actually know what he was going to end up doing. Probably getting killed. The thoughts of dying were quite consistent. Having low self-esteem... isn't great either.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]Padding up with only a heavy heart full of emotions, Closedcircuit was there and not saying much. He was a thinker, not that talker. Another person dead. Well, bird. It counts. Death was quite, um, the sensitive subject to the feline. The albino frowned and kept his green specked orbs only on the little dead feathered thing. He didn't want to say anything. He didn't want to make any friends. Just was there to say, "ow."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]Not saying a word, the adult male quickly coated a layer of paint onto his very own paw. The albino dragged his paws across the rug to make a long line. A long line of blank, whiteness that basically described his inside feelings. Bouncing around like hot little cells. Kind of forgetful, but yet determined to fight. Closecircuit looked up, his small head a bit wet with dew from his drink earlier, then stared at Porcelainpaw. The quiet male just kept thinking and thinking and, well, thinking. Shaking his head, the feline went back to smearing different colors onto the messy floors.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]Relaxing as he passed by the autumn scented trees, Closedcircuit rounded himself towards the Wyvern Squire. He loved leaf-bare. The weather was alright, it seemed to get cooler on some days more than others. But, that's what he liked. Indecisive weather. Not even smiling, the mid-adult feline nodded and sat himself down, resting his tail over the top of his paws. The male didn't say anything, though.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]Showing up in a quiet manner, Closecircuit nodded once and kept standing his his oso-awkward stance. The feline was, too, rather bored but preoccupied by his own thoughts. His mind was swelling of the bad thoughts he had, so he decided maybe social talk would work. Maybe not as much talk, but some. He didn't talk much. The male whispered a few words that no cat could really hear, then spoke up with a small greeting. "H-hi."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]Picturing the scene in motion in his head, the albino cat appreciated the work of art. Ah, more thoughts to think about! Amusing thoughts, not always boring thoughts. Blinking with a slight smile, the male didn't say anything quite yet. The green specked orbs just ran back and forth over the lovely painting, which he could rather not do. Painting wasn't his talent at all. Just, er, wait-- nothing really. After a while, he decided to compliment the piece. The lovely figures were appealing. "How... pretty." He muttered very quietly.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]Staring blankly at Coldpaw, he shook his head, again, to keep himself straight and thought about ways to reply. Closedcircuit sat down in his own confusing before getting himself overwhelmed and too tired. The male then looked at the ground and moved his mouth a couple times, wording a few things. Then, looking back up again, the feline was looking at the squire. "Uhh-uhm it's... um..." Feeling a bit embarrassed by not even saying anything that makes sense, he stood up again. "It's... thoughts?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]Awkwardly shuffling his feet at the short reply, he nodded and finally said, "I'm um, Closedcircuit..." The quiet voice wasn't much. It could be heard but there was nothing really to it. But, it's not really his fault of course. The male made a weird squeaking noise from rubbing his tongue against his mouth, then sat down hesitantly. "What's your name? Or... Or both of your names?" Staring back at the ground, he realized finally someone asked him how he was doing. The male's life was not exciting much. Ah, well. "Okay." Making a slight sideways face, he nodded. "I'm okay."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]Small talk seemed kind of common around these SunClan parts. Or was it? Eh, what else did they have to talk about? But, snow. Snow was the topic right now. Closedcircuit liked the white blankets that sometimes covered fields and homes. It was kind of pretty, but overall the male just liked the color white. It's a simple color. "Wh..." The male muttered, letting some of his thoughts come out as the feline talked to himself. "Sorry." Flopping his tail over his paws a couple times, he finally looked up at the clouds above. Grey. Maybe there was going to be snow.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]Blinking a few times before replying, Closecircuit kept studying the piece of art. Then, as he heard the female -- it was Brooklyn? Yeah. -- speak the male turned his head. The small feline didn't make any expression at all. "I'm Closedcircuit." There was nothing more or less to his reply. That was it.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]Squinting as he approached, the bloody scene was left right there, in front of him. How beautiful. Anyways, Closedcircuit was trembling. Not only from being a tad bit cold, but because he didn't like gore. Sort, kind of. Maybe. All his speckled green orbs were doing were going back and forth. Trying to figure out what more could of happened. Was it that simple to be killed? Was that it?

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]Appearing with that frown on his face, Closedcircuit was there. Kind of ruining the moment with his true awkwardness. The male let a small huff peek out of his rough lips, then sat down a few feet away. Not one to make very much contact. The feline nodded as a greeting. He was a bit distracted by the surroundings too, feeling the chill even if they were on a roof. The albino shuffled his paws, and looked at the ground feeling a little helpless.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]"I'm Closedcircuit..." Trailing off and changing his speckled eyes' direction, he was now looking at Witchpaw, which he'd only seen about once. The almost-albino didn't really smile, but the male at least tried to make a friendly expression. It was odd. The SunClanner didn't know what else to say; he didn't start conversations. But, then he heard the meow from close by. What's up? The tom looked at the ground with a muffled expression. What's up? Why was that a hard question.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]"Ah, thank you." The male meowed quietly, observing each of the mammals around. Trying to get stuck with the names in his head was pretty easy. Closedcircuit had a pretty good memory. Not quite perfect, but y'know. "I like those names." The albino finally let out the compliment, with a slight smile after. Anxiety was pretty easy to pass if someone tries.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]Suiting up in his anxiety-filled face, Closedcircuit carefully listened to every noise around him, avoiding the good thoughts about anything possible. All he could think of were the vile threats of anything in front of him. It couldn't be anything too awful, it was only SunClan. The albino whispered to himself as he walked, counting the seconds before he could actually make it to where he wasn't so alone. And, by that, I mean that he arrived towards the few crowded around Coldpaw. The few who actually seemed very concerned. They might be part of some plan, or family. Or whatever, man. The male just stood there, preparing his now unsheathed claws to smack the dang squire out of it. It could possibly make things worse. But, the SunClanner didn't question his only talent.

Closedcircuit was not close with Coldpaw, maybe just not yet. They'd seen each other and nothing else even happened. Who cares? Words were swimming around the feline's mind, and mouth, almost making him talk for once. But, no, he wasn't going to. No, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The albino was only ready to collapse and/or spring into anything. The tom didn't live for anything more or less.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]Painting was quite the mainstream thing around SunClan. But, popularity over one thing was common. Like reincarnation in BloodClan, and stuttering in ToMS. Closedcircuit approached with not even one expression pasted on his face. It was more of the male just looking blatantly at the painting, wondering about the mixture of colors. It was pretty alright, not the best but the feline was quite young. Nodding and not saying much--only thoughts in his head-- the albino finally made his crooked smile trying to say 'nice job' in a way to the kitten.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]Sitting, listening. There was Closedcircuit, not knowing what to make of the words. He knew it was a song that she was singing. But, his thoughts tangled and ended up realizing it might be what Lolita was wondering from the world. The almost-albino faced his gaze towards the ground and just wished that she hadn't noticed him that much. The SunClanner was behind of her. The almost mute feline was not even going to ponder at her singing. He liked it, that was all.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]"H-" Nodding and nodding over and over again was the tom's reply. Yes, he was there to join her. The male was nervous and shivering in the new weather. "Hello u-um yes." The terse reply didn't stop him from moving, so he moved a little closer because she had obviously noticed him now. Closedcircuit tapped his skinny tail along the floor and fiddled with his own little paws. Letting out a few little hums to go along, he was enjoying the moment.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub] Closedcircuit forced a tiny little smile, then nodded. He wished he could trust, but anxiety got the best of him sometimes. The feline acknowledged the other two who had arrived with a nod of his head. The albino watched them closely as they complimented her singing, but it was good singing. The tom should've done it too. Letting out a slight cough, he answered the one question thrown at him. What is your name? Easy enough to answer, he guessed. "I'm C-Closedcircuit." Another short reply.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][sub]The albino enjoyed soft sounds of singing and the music of humming. Closedcircuit remained inside of the mansion all day long on this particular day. It was a little soggy outside but the tom was also still groggy. He just awoke, actually. The male yawned once, then made his way towards the singing voice. It was certainly enjoyable, he could listen to it for a while. It seemed to be fading from the direction he was heading, so the SunClanner turned and made his way around.

Closedcircuit certainly didn't talk much. The only time he talked was if spoken to. Usually a terse reply, actually. He figured his indifference wasn't going to get him many places, but he liked that as well. Speaking wasn't that necessary. For, the male didn't believe anyone he'd seen was as quiet as him.

Making his way down the halls was pretty quick and swift. Soon the male found himself already in front of Marina, in which he'd only seen once. The tom didn't speak. He stared and let his thoughts tangle and untangle. Was it worth speaking?