[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b]The Meeting[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander wanted to take back everything he had said against himself, figuratively  punching himself for making himself look like an ass-hat. Whatever he had said to make Thalia dislike him the way she did, couldn't possibly stand a chance against what the looney of a Kiwi was doing right then, stuck between a rock and a hard place. While the other strangers might not have seen the old soldier or what he was doing, he gave himself a good ol' facepalm. First she decided to join the fray by walking towards them, then she called them 'spotted dicks' and said she had to get her nails done, before promptly swearing at them. Okay the last one was uncalled for, she was a Kiwi after all, but the rest? How in the world had she not gotten herself killed yet?

The scene involving Thalia and the black guy however, now that was something different. Very, very different. Alexander couldn't see her face, but it wasn't hard to understand that this wasn't easy for her to do. And yet she did it. [color=662d91]"God damn, that girl's something."[/color] he whispered to himself, seen as Thalia and the Kiwi loony had gone off without him. He wasn't going anyway. The tank was the best cover right now, not that it stopped him from leaning more and more out of the hatch to hear what was being said. And it was painful to listen to. Alexander struggled to keep back a few tears from running down his cheek. He had never met these people before, but it sounded all too the same as what he had experienced himself. Loved ones dying because of mistakens being made. Loved ones being put down by those who loved them. Put down by himself. It was good that he was still at the tank, because he didn't want to see him that way. 

Cry.