The_gladiator
Avatar of Fantasy
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Sight where there is none, learning to love
A thread of learning, for all involved.
at 18-years of age, Matthew turner was attending his first semester of college in the midwestern United States. There was nothing remarkable about him physically,
he had dark chocolate hair, and blue eyes, of medium height and weight. His only distinguishing characteristic was the fact he couldn't see. He had lost
his vision due to cancer when he was in middleschool, and had been blind ever since. He was farely easy going, and would talk with anyone that talked to
him. He was just a tad naive, the kind of guy that was smart, but had little experience with the world. Almost everything he knew he had read in a book.
He took pride in the fact he had the highest grades in his hi school classes, the problem was, that accademics were the only thing at which he seemed to
achieve success. He didn't have many friends, for he had attended a small high school, where anyone that was considered "Different" was shunned. He hopes
things will change, now that he is at a university, where he hopes people will prove more open-minded.
The bus rumbled to a stop, and the atendant got out followed by Matthew. He had his backpack with his books on his back, and held his white cane in his
right hand. He took the elbow of the atendant, who lead him to the door of the Library. Once there he shifted his cane into his left hand and proceeded
into the building after thanking the woman for her help.
He moved through the library, his cane making the distinct tap tap of his two point touch technique.
He made his way to a secluded study room he used often, for his hall was rather noisy, and he had a paper he needed to write.
Sitting on a couch in the room, he reached into his bag and pulled out his lap top, and switched it on. He plugged in the headphones, so everyone wouldn't
hear his screenreader, and began to work. Some part of his mind wondered if anyone would come join him, or if one of the many helpful librarians or assistant
student workers would come ask him if he needed help. He generally didn't, but it was nice to talk to people when they came by. Then, he had a long night
ahead of him, distractions would be most welcome, even if they were distractions from his work.
As he sat there, his mind wandered back to physics class, and he remembered a girl, he thought her name was, well he forgot, but anyway asking to sit beside
him. He had agreed, but hadn't been able to speak with her after that initial hello. Some part of him wondered if he would ever see her again. Not like
he really cared, he just thought about how there were so many people that he had met, he had no idea if he would ever see any of them again. But that was
the way at college. He didn't even think he would recognise her voice, even if he did see her again. He never forgot a voice once he knew the person, but
it took him a while to remember the distinctive sound of each person he met's voice. Once he knew them, they would be hard pressed to hide their identity,
but until then, he did a lot of "Who's this?"
ooc: this thread is close unless otherwise specified, please do not post unless I have contacted you specifically reguarding it.)
A thread of learning, for all involved.
at 18-years of age, Matthew turner was attending his first semester of college in the midwestern United States. There was nothing remarkable about him physically,
he had dark chocolate hair, and blue eyes, of medium height and weight. His only distinguishing characteristic was the fact he couldn't see. He had lost
his vision due to cancer when he was in middleschool, and had been blind ever since. He was farely easy going, and would talk with anyone that talked to
him. He was just a tad naive, the kind of guy that was smart, but had little experience with the world. Almost everything he knew he had read in a book.
He took pride in the fact he had the highest grades in his hi school classes, the problem was, that accademics were the only thing at which he seemed to
achieve success. He didn't have many friends, for he had attended a small high school, where anyone that was considered "Different" was shunned. He hopes
things will change, now that he is at a university, where he hopes people will prove more open-minded.
The bus rumbled to a stop, and the atendant got out followed by Matthew. He had his backpack with his books on his back, and held his white cane in his
right hand. He took the elbow of the atendant, who lead him to the door of the Library. Once there he shifted his cane into his left hand and proceeded
into the building after thanking the woman for her help.
He moved through the library, his cane making the distinct tap tap of his two point touch technique.
He made his way to a secluded study room he used often, for his hall was rather noisy, and he had a paper he needed to write.
Sitting on a couch in the room, he reached into his bag and pulled out his lap top, and switched it on. He plugged in the headphones, so everyone wouldn't
hear his screenreader, and began to work. Some part of his mind wondered if anyone would come join him, or if one of the many helpful librarians or assistant
student workers would come ask him if he needed help. He generally didn't, but it was nice to talk to people when they came by. Then, he had a long night
ahead of him, distractions would be most welcome, even if they were distractions from his work.
As he sat there, his mind wandered back to physics class, and he remembered a girl, he thought her name was, well he forgot, but anyway asking to sit beside
him. He had agreed, but hadn't been able to speak with her after that initial hello. Some part of him wondered if he would ever see her again. Not like
he really cared, he just thought about how there were so many people that he had met, he had no idea if he would ever see any of them again. But that was
the way at college. He didn't even think he would recognise her voice, even if he did see her again. He never forgot a voice once he knew the person, but
it took him a while to remember the distinctive sound of each person he met's voice. Once he knew them, they would be hard pressed to hide their identity,
but until then, he did a lot of "Who's this?"
ooc: this thread is close unless otherwise specified, please do not post unless I have contacted you specifically reguarding it.)
