HallwaysHallways by Ani-Harker
He was a lowlife, a con man, and one hell of a fighter.
His name was Jay Larsen.
Most assumed that prison life was a dream come true for this strange fellow, and he backed up that assumption in the way that he strutted around like he was on top of the world. In terms of intimidation, Jay paled in comparison to some of the larger inmates. He surpassed six feet at a whopping one hundred and thirty pounds, sported the overgrown remnant of a crew cut, and the freckles which plagued his face made him somewhat of an oddity to behold. He was missing one of his front teeth, and would often spit through the gap at offenders.
Scrapping was his favorite past time, and not a day went by he didn't spend trying to pick fights. To many of the men he was a buzzing gnat, and to others he was a favorite punching ba
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The work was fine in and of itself, but finding ways to cope in a prison cell was an entirely different challenge altogether. August Hammond created an escape within the pages of his hardbound notebook, but soon found that this practice was giving him the symptoms of a madman. He shared the contents of his notebook with nobody, hoping to confine his bizarre and sporadic thought processes to its covers.
For one, he had begun the process of mapping out the detention center to the best of his ability, through the glimpses of the building his weekly routine would allow him. August wasn't quite sure why he was doing it himself. It didn't bring him much comfort, nor did it distract his mind from heavier maters. Something beyond his own grasp of understanding compelled him to memorize the exact dimensions of his confinement. Every nook, every office, every hallway had to be accounted for. The hallw