'oh Spectrum Cal this isn't your life....' ----------------------------------------- Eyes focused on him. Watching and judging /him./ Despite the chatter everything was silent. Inclosing. The only noise the echoing of his own heartbeat. Like a drum. It was the only thing that seemed to drag him back into reality. And he, Spectrum Cal was at the center of their gaze... the thought almost unreal. As if... as if well... he weren't really here at all. Flash. Flash. //Specter. What do we do when we are afraid// The ghost whispered- or maybe he was talking to himself. He wasn't exactly sure. The flashing lights seemed to drown out all senses. His tired eyes seemed to spot the young capitol child that padded up towards the glass. Pressing her paw against the frame that separated them, he envied her eyes which glittered with youthful awe. It was all Specter could do to press his paw against hers- wishing that such a simple child could pull him out of this prison. For Spectrum wasn't brave. Wasn't strong. He just wanted to go home....
Art, short story, and character are all by me :) costume by the fabulous designer Gabe Dubois @--sammy (space to see it) kinda funny how i keep using bright colors for him even though hes colorblind uh well hope yall like it :)
