Last_Rider
La Fin Absolue du Monde
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Time has a funny way of changing things. When Alex Fensen was sentenced to six years in prison he was a good guy who chose the wrong friends and allowed himself to be placed in a really bad situation. Alex wasn't really the type of guy build for prison, and he spent the first year of his eventual three year stint getting his ass kicked. After twelve months he'd had more broken bones than he'd care to remember, stitches and staples, fortunately he'd managed to avoid getting stabbed or slashed. After a skull fracture put him into a coma for a few weeks Alex decided he'd had more than enough of being a victim.
With nothing to fill the time but more time, Alex got himself into shape. He didn't have a coach or guidelines, but time was on his side. Alex also started fighting in his cell. Shadow boxing in his cell, and more than a few fights after he got strong helped him learn what he was doing. Early release came after three years inside, and Alex found himself back in society. Alex was a smart guy, and actually didn't have too much trouble finding work. Wearing dress shirts felt odd, but it was comforting to have the structure of working in an office. It formed a nice bridge between prison and the rest of the world.
Alex worked mostly as a personal assistant to different executives, or in the mail room, basically your average gopher that every office has. He was still strong, but the people he worked with and for didn't seem to care, they had influence to make themselves feel strong, Alex had his body. Today he was filling in for a someone who'd been in a car accident, and he was up near the top of the pecking order. His black hair was combed neatly, gray pants offset his dark red shirt that highlighted his blue eyes. He knocked on the door to the office he'd be working for for the immediate future.
With nothing to fill the time but more time, Alex got himself into shape. He didn't have a coach or guidelines, but time was on his side. Alex also started fighting in his cell. Shadow boxing in his cell, and more than a few fights after he got strong helped him learn what he was doing. Early release came after three years inside, and Alex found himself back in society. Alex was a smart guy, and actually didn't have too much trouble finding work. Wearing dress shirts felt odd, but it was comforting to have the structure of working in an office. It formed a nice bridge between prison and the rest of the world.
Alex worked mostly as a personal assistant to different executives, or in the mail room, basically your average gopher that every office has. He was still strong, but the people he worked with and for didn't seem to care, they had influence to make themselves feel strong, Alex had his body. Today he was filling in for a someone who'd been in a car accident, and he was up near the top of the pecking order. His black hair was combed neatly, gray pants offset his dark red shirt that highlighted his blue eyes. He knocked on the door to the office he'd be working for for the immediate future.