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Present: October 17, 2014 All sense of time and space had been lost to Alex. The last thing he could clearly remember was himself and someone else, his former target, being separated after arriving. Thinking back on the last week Alex wasn't sure how things had gone so awry. It had been a simple kidnapping job, pick up some well known model at the bar, take him to an undisclosed location and await further orders. However, shortly after arriving he'd been ambushed by some of his employers other men to 'tie up lose ends.' In retrospect, Alex probably should have seen it coming. The men, two of his (former) employers lap dogs, had managed to catch Alex off guard and overpower him. There had then been a tense moment with a gun pressed against his temple in which Alex had expected death, only that hadn't worked out either. Rather than kill Alex they decided it might be worth their while to drop Alex, and the model off, with some men involved in the business of human trafficking. Alex was thought of as a strange sort of oddity, or rather an expensive commodity with his unnatural eye and hair color. It wasn't long before pale roots began to show as Alex's usually dyed black hair grew out and that only seemed to enhance his value in his captor's eyes. In the time Alex was there he'd grown close to the model he was supposed to kill, only for the model to be sold off to some private collector in France. Time seemed to drag on until one day Alex was informed that there was a buyer interested in him. After that his memory was a bit fuzzy, but the former assassin was sure he'd been drugged. Now he was starting to come to and found himself in an uncomfortable predicament. The slight draft against his skin informed him of the fact that his clothing had been removed. A second later and Alex became aware of the hard plastic between his teeth, the cloth over his eyes and the heavy chains around his wrists and ankles. As his surroundings became clearer to his sedated brain Alex realized he was positioned rather awkwardly and the chains seemed to 'crinkle' a bit as if they were covered in ribbons of some sort. Alex tried to move, but found it difficult in his present position. He was almost face down on what felt like a bed, his knees were drawn up to his chest, parted and secured in place, while his wrists were chained to the headboard, or something, it was hard to tell. Straining his ears Alex tried to listen for some sort of sound, footsteps, or a creaking door, or a Past: October 17, 2007 Alex was in a bit of a hurry, or rather, he was hoping things would move a bit faster. Presently, he was carrying out a contract that involved killing some old man involved with the mob. It wasn't necessarily a hard job, in the sense that he doubted the man would put up much of a fight. Then again, Alex was wary of possible body guards, friends, underlings and family. Right now Alex was, more or less, trying to sneak in through a second story window. Said window lead to the inside of a bathroom, from which Alex hoped to reach his target. As soon as he reached the bathroom and pulled himself inside he heard someone approach. Quickly, Alex jumped into the shower and behind the curtain. He laid quietly, hoping the person would pass by entirely or leave quickly. Of course, Alex had all night to complete the contract, but he had a few projects he was working on in his apartment across town and he wanted to finish quickly to get back to them. While waiting in the tub, Alex brushed a stray strand of white hair out of his eyes. He then decided to dye it when he had the chance, knowing it stood out as it was and standing out was kind of a bad thing in his line of work. OOC Notes: Sorry if it's a bit long, I was trying to give some background and I don't necessarily expect a long reply.