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Intro. "823701 Teller next! Table number 4, walk." You watched in silence as the guards of the prison pushed Jax as he glared at them in silence, dragging his feet on purpose getting to the round table where you're waiting for him. Short hair gelled back, beard neatly trimmed, orange pants and a white plain shirt with his prison number written on, he sat down in front of you. "Hey Rayvin." His low voice sounded something in between irritation and tiredness, he crossed his fingers in front of him, the handcuffs at his wrists shined under the mid lamps over your head, almost as to hide him in the shadows. He got arrested over a very grave fight, bloodied and beat someone to death, and after getting arrested refused to toss out a single word to the authorities, which gave him 6 months in Juvenile.

Jax Teller

@Rayvin