Gary Stewart Hughes ((WIPpy McWIPperson))

[Gary Stewart Hughes]

NAME: Salt
GENDER: Male
AGE:22
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Since I was a wee little lad... or about 5 years forum roleplay
OTHER CHARACTERS: This is my first.
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GARY HUGHES

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GROUP:Dreamer, Staff
AGE: 33
BIRTHDAY: March 1st
OCCUPATION: Teacher of History
GENDER: Male
PLAY-BY: Nathan Fillion

Gary, were anyone to do him the disservice of making him stand, would stand at six feet, two inches tall. Now, though, he's just taller than the chrome wheelchair he pilots around the school. Until recently, he was always in shape, with a muscular build and lithe body... but the lack of exercise attained by sitting for his entire life has struck a blow on his muscle definition.

Gary's light brown hair is swept back most of the time, and his incident didn't strip him of his winning smile... The few times he chose to use it after the accident. Most of the time, Gary is staring at something on the ground, or on the ceiling, ignoring the world.

Generally garbed in grays and blacks, in suits and ties, Gary gives a perfunctory nod towards being fashionable now, simply because he believes that is what is expected of him.

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Gary Stewart Hughes had a perfect life. When he was younger, he never wanted for anything. Any need or want was satisfied by caring but absent parents. He had a witty and charming personality, and everyone loved him. Even in elementary school, he couldn't help but dazzle his peers with his brilliance. He aced his early classes without even trying overly hard. Every girl in school wanted to be with him, and every boy in school wanted to be him. He was never a stranger to others' jealousy... After all, he was simply... better.
Young Hughes was never given reason to doubt his perfection. When he took up any sport, he was a natural. No one had ever defeated him at fencing, and no one on earth could out shoot him with a hunting rifle. He was a champion tennis player, and could still remember the cheers as he hoisted his golfing trophey in to the sky. When he smiled, the world smiled back.
When he turned thirty, he was at the height of everything wonderful and beautiful. Each night saw a different woman in his bed, and each day saw him with a different group of companions. His parties were the talk of northern Florida, and his name was on every lip. When he laid down at night, he smiled, for who could have a more perfect life?
March 2nd, the eve of Gary's 33rd birthday, everything changed. On his way to the ballroom he had rented, a man emergedged from an alley, holding what was unmistakably a pistol. Gary smiled his winning smile, and spoke softly and easily, "Here now, I don't want any trouble. Do you know who I am?" Surely he could win this man, just as simply as he won his friends, and won his women...
"Fuck you! Hand over the money, asshole!" The thug's angry voice cut through the peaceful air like a serrated blade. "NOW!"
"Alright, alright..." Gary realized that this man could not be dealt with reasonably, and that he had to take a different course. Moving quickly, he went to grab the pistol, and...
The explosion and muzzle flash of a pistol lit up the sky like a firework. Gary fell.
The bright overhead lights of a hospital hallway flashed over head as panicked voices said, "...through his spine..." and "...lucky to be alive..." somewhere far, far above him. Gary blacked out.
Gary woke up in a bed, doctors above him working quickly. He was awake long enough to feel an anesthesia mask cover his face. He passed out again.
When he awoke again, he managed to remain so. He glanced at a calander and discerned that he had been 33 for about two weeks. Blinking drowsily, he looked around. Surely his friends, his companions would be awaiting his recovery? Surely at least one of his many night time playmates would be keeping a bed side vigil? But no, no one was there. The walls were bare, except for one vase of flowers. When a nurse came in, he asked who had brought them.
"Oh, those were sent by your parents. They said they'd visit after their trip in the Alps... and they wish you a speedy recovery." The nurse bustled out.
"Oh."
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About two days later, or as close to that as Gary could remember, his friend Henry Colbert paid him a visit. Pity was the only thing on his face... And Gary couldn't rationalize that. No one had ever felt pity for him. "Hey, Henry, why the long face? I'll be fine in no time."

Henry just frowned and shook his head. "Still as cocky and arrogant, huh? I guess all the painkillers in the world can't cure that." Gary was utterly confused, and it showed on his face. Henry continued, "Come on, man. You're paralyzed from the waist down. You're done, man. Half your finances went in to paying your medical bill, and I can promise you won't be playing any tennis matches any time soon, thank god."

"What? Why thank god? I thought you loved playing Tennis with me?" Gary was scared and confused. He didn't understand why Henry would say these terrible things.

"Gary... you're one of the poorest sports I know. I always let you win because you freak out when you don't. Shit, man, you even needed your parents to pay off your teachers so you could ace grade school! You have money, and you're pretty good with a fencing foil, but everything else you've gotten with money, man. Women, friends... shit, even I only hang out with you because I always have. And now, that money you had? It's gone. It's all..." Henry saw that he was crying, and had the grace to leave.

When he slept that night, he awoke strapped to a hospital bed on a plane, headed for god knew where, and everyone else on the plane averting their eyes, and whispering. Gary just closed his eyes, and turned his head, wishing his legs would move. Some part of him knew that his life had been a lie. Some small part of him knew that he had been fake up until now. Some small part of him was growing.

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