username: Discter
kalon name: Vuori
personality:
Pretty calm now (He's 29 now, was 23 when the story took place), use to be really angry and had to avoid situations in order to keep his cool and not yell at people. He's an understanding and accepting guy, just sorta sad at the world and it's harshness.
Small things:- Down-to-earth
- Calm
- Friendly
- Probably needs a hug every now and then
short story:
Vuori unpacked some of the newer shipments out of the box, and set them up on the shelf.
The yarns had been marked for him, so when he touched the specific grooves on each one he knew what they were, and the color.
Yarns were also marked by brand and fabric, so he could sort them into color, brand, and material.
He was thankful his boss marked them so he could work, being blind wasn’t easy when it came to working a crafts store.
But he managed, and his coworkers were happy to help him if he needed it.
After a few more minutes of stacking, with the box almost empty (his paw pads had brushed against the bottom), he heard the chatter of multiple people, and the bell at the door ringing.
He turned to where they were, and tried to make himself visible (the shelf hid him more than he liked).
“Hello! Welcome to Ben’s Craft Store, anything you’re looking for or need help with?”
He could tell now that there were at least four people from the sounds they made, maybe even more?
“Oh, we’ve got it! Just browsing to see if anything catches our eye.” “Okay, have fun!”
As Vuori returned to his stocking, he could hear them talking more clearly now, the voices indicating at least six people now.
And they were talking about him and his eyes.
“Man, did you see his eyes?”
“Do you think he’s blind?”
“Why would they let him work here if he was blind?”
“Poor thing.”
“They look really strange.”
“Almost ugly…”
“What, no, I think they’re pretty!”
They all continued arguing and talking, now mostly focused on the items in the store, but a couple of them still on the topic of his eyes.
Vuori quickly emptied the box, and went to the back to put it away, trying to ignore the tourists chatting in the store.
He broke down the box after scurrying into the room, breath uncomfortably fast, fingers shaking.
He was angry at them, and he needed to keep his cool.
It wasn’t their fault his eyes looked ugly and milky now, and that he was blind (someone had described his eyes to him at one point).
Although he thought they could at least talk about his eyes later, but then again they all seemed young, so he tried to excuse it.
Vuori sat down on the faded old couch, and tried to keep his emotions in check while his paws shook.
He was fine.
The accident was over a year ago.
These people didn’t know any better.
He needed to get over it.
He needed to have thicker skin.
He couldn’t lose his job.
These people didn’t know any better.
The accident was over a year ago.
He was fine.
Vuori had finally managed to convince himself he was in a better place, and went to the cash register.
The door opened, and a flamboyant voice rang out.
“I am heeeerrrre!” Oh, it was one of his coworkers, Nahiko, coming in for his shift to take Vuori’s over. “Do you mind ringing these customers up?” “Anything for you darling!” Nahiko guided him out of his spot, and rang up the customer that was ready.
“Go home now dear, you look like you need it!” He nodded, facing where he heard Nahiko’s voice come from. “Thank you.” He murmured, going towards the back to change as Nahiko called out a goodbye to him.
He got out of his work clothes as quickly as he could, grabbed his cane, and trudged down the path to the misty forest ahead. Vuori’s fingers still shook slightly, heart still raced, and his head still swarmed like an angry beehive.
His cane was patrolling the ground ahead of him for twisting roots, but it still could not save his boots from clipping a root, causing him to catapult to the ground.
He gasped as the breath was knocked out of him, chin smashing into the root, tongue almost bitten off by sharp teeth, cane knocked out of his paw. He lay there in anger for a moment, a pure, unbridled rage forming at himself and the world.
Then he got up onto his knees and paws, searched for his cane, and tried to calm down. He didn’t really calm down, but it was better than the white hot rage he felt a moment before.
Finally confirming the object in his paw was not a very smooth stick or a very sleepy slash dead snake and indeed was his cane, he rose to his full height, and continued down the path.
Vuori focused on his surroundings in an attempt to feel better and control his rage, but at the same time, it just made it worse. Using his other senses seemed to confirm even more that he was blind, and what that blindness implied.
The woods were misty, and the air smelled of earth and plants more so than usual.
The air around him was also very humid, so it must have rained recently, if the mud squishing under his boot was any indication of that (and had gotten on him in his fall).
Eventually his cane knocked against a familiar rock, and he crouched down to feel it to confirm it was indeed what he was looking for.
Yup, that familiar smooth gauge in the side made by his uncle to let him know he was at the right place.
He turned right, and held out one paw as he walked forward.
After his cane knocked into the tree, paw feeling the rough bark and part of the wood planks nailed into the side, he sighed in relief.
He was at the hunting blind his uncle used and use to bring him along into.
Although now his uncle was less of a hunter, had moved, and was trying to support his sister, who was his mother.
Plunging the cane upright and into the mud, he kicked off his boots, and climbed up the planks.
He felt the flat boards of the floor when he put his paw up to reach the next plank, he pulled himself up, and crawled into the small blind.
It was dark, cool, and dry, as he could tell from the air that was brushing against his fur and skin.
Vuori sat down, legs sprawled out, as he leaned against the exposed tree bark inside the blind.
So many memories of this place swirled in his head, and so did the accident.
He closed his eyes, and allowed the hissing rage to flow, letting his emotions out as he thought about the accident.
Gif~He’d been working in the lab, coding another one of his many projects on his laptop.
Many robots, car parts, half finished projects, computers, wires, and old trophies surrounded him, with a few people bustling in the school lab as well.
It was quiet, which was exactly what he liked about the lab.
Oh, seemed like another bug had popped up as he checked his work.
He started to fix it, only to see a figure trip on a wire out of the corner of his eye, and a project someone was working on in front of him explode, sending shrapnel everywhere.
He couldn’t remember much else, only that the shrapnel had hit him in the head.
The pain had been excruciating, and he barely registered anything else, before he blacked out.
Apparently people had been screaming around him, and he had been whacked in the stomach with another piece of shrapnel, but he didn’t remember that.
The shock had made it so he ignored everything else around him.
He curled up onto the wooden floor, lying down as more memories came to him, rage and sadness took over completely, almost sending him into a haze.
His career with computers was gone, the doctors had told him.
He could never see again, could never see what he was typing again.
His career was dead before it had even begun, his teachers had told him he was one of the greatest students they ever had there. Only for that dream to die, and all the promise his eyes brought gone.
His uncle had disappeared to go work, too.
The money Vuori had brought in for his mother to use to pay rent had disappeared when he lost his eyesight. Everything disappeared, just like his terrible father.
His father, eyesight, career, money, happy mother, uncle…
Everything had just went poof in an instant.
After about an hour of self-loathing and drowning in his emotions, he went to sleep inside the blind, determined to sleep off his anger.
He had no intentions of going home, then snapping at his poor mother in his blind rage.
As the mist continued to dance in the woods, Vuori fell asleep, another horrible day passing by.
Hospital Scene
