Topic: Broken but Mending

A Falconne

Date: 2016-02-09 13:04 EST
It had been 3 years now...Or was it maybe more? He couldn't remember. He'd spent almost every waking moment since his fake death wallowing.

He took occupancy in one of the one bedroom condos at Luks Condos as he decided a form of separation to get his head on right would be the best thing for their family. He was in a dark place, the last drop of the bottom of an empty bottle, and he couldn't claw his way out because he didn't even want to.

He should have been happy.

He still had his wife, his partner, and their two beautiful boys. He put on a strained smile and pretended to be happy for the times he was in their presence.

But there was a self-loathing, a distaste for himself and what his life had become that he couldn't shake.

Alger wanted to be Alper Ergin the Second again, the face of Koch Holdings before his other siblings could bring it to ruin....Not Algernon Falconne, both his partner's cousin and Anya's secret husband, so to speak.

Sometimes, he wished he had died, because then he wouldn't feel so conflicted.

A Falconne

Date: 2016-02-22 14:44 EST
He was angry all the time. He almost felt sorry for the walls of his apartment as he had punched through them more times than he could count. His therapist insisted he find an outlet, something that calmed him.

Often, he took his motorcycle out for a ride in the outskirts of town, but while it made him feel alive, it pumped him up instead of calming him down.

Alger had taken a DIY Construction 101 course (hosted by a local tool shop) and learned to patch the damage himself by hand, no exciting shortcuts like Koch Holdings usually had available.

It was strangely therapeutic, the way you needed to spread the compound in a crisscross fashion and feather the edges until it was perfectly smooth. It gave him an outlet to control and channel his anger for the time being. By the time he finished, he not only felt centered but accomplished, too. It reminded him of the time he crafted the wooden sailboat for the boys in their garage.

Yearning to learn more about DIY construction, he decided he wanted to look for a company or someone he could be an apprentice to and learn the tools of the trade. This was something that could be used in every day life instead of just aimlessly crafting boats. It had to be done by hand, though. He wanted to know the satisfaction and guarantee that could be said of doing something with your bare hands. After growing up in an age of instant gratification and constantly pushing out items and products that do everything for you, he was ready to take a step back.

It was time to take matters into his own hands.