'Society's willingness to accept.
It's a strange concept, to say the least. One day, you might be at the very top of the ladder, lording your looks, your popularity and the like over those sat at the bottom. Another day, you could be sliding down like a firefighter down a pole, while others shoot up past you, like a firework into the sky.
Some days, you may never even reach a few rungs up, sitting near the very bottom. Just above the criminals and those whom society left behind, many a year ago. I am one of those near the bottom. Why? Well... I am not as "handsome", or "brave", or anything, really. That's what most people tell me.'
A frustrated groan passed by Arthur's chapped, dried lips, the young man's deep green eyes leaving the glow of the computer screen to settle upon the papers which sat in a chaotic pile besides him, the old "Fuck it, this'll do" school of organisation kicking in once more.
Most of the papers were to do with the local hospital. Some were simply letters telling him when and where he was to go next, others a list of cancelled appointments, the few remaining papers listing medicines he needed, where he could get dressings from, and the such.
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Eighteen months ago, the school he attended was set alight by a fellow student, though why was never quite confirmed by anybody involved with the clear up operation. It was late afternoon when it occured, with many students having already departed for the weekend ahead. Amongst the few remaning was a much more happy and bubbly Arthur. Though not popular, he had a few good friends, and was settled and content...
Untill it happened. It was over in seconds, or so it seemed. An explosion tore through the science lab. Alex had been caught in it, and sent flying.
Though he'd survived, he was seriously injured. Both legs had been blown off, and burns covered a large amount of his body. Some minor, others more... serious.
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Moving his wheelchair back, Arthur's hand reached out to the piles of letters on his right. These were much more neatly stowed, and kept in envelopes of 10 or 11 high, from the oldest to the most recent.
Following the fire, he'd taken up writing letters to a penfriend, in order to allow him communication with the outside world. He'd never met the person he spoke with, but fully intended on keeping in touch with them. Smiling, he picked up the most recent, starting to read once more..
(This is set up to revolve around pen friends finally meeting in person. The adventures they share, how they support one another, and so on.
It can be romantic, it can be friendship. It could even be a sibling-like bond between them.
I don't mind if your character is "normal", or injured/disfigured like Arthur.)