[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Quincy : Inside house (G6) --> (D7)
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]N/A[/center][hr][hr]

[color=662d91]"Wouldn't that be nice?"[/color] Alexander started to answer back to Manny, shifting his seating of private parts in the dusty couch as their conversation continued on. [color=662d91]"Our own school-bus of The End Times and home-made ammo. Picking up strangers and teaching them to make bullets for us adults. I've heard of crazier ideas, and followed half of them."[/color] It was a good thing, a life-saving thing to think of the possible future, and that's what Alexander tried to do. That machine-gunner from L.A. in his platoon? Jeremy was his name, though L.A. was much faster to shout. That overdose he died of, was just because of that; Nothing bright to look forward to. Not without the girlfriend who broke up by letter. Alexander didn't want that. 

That was about when Mugsy heard Thalia shouting back at them, and not in a good way. The first part was confident enough, but the second part following just after was what Alexander knew what meant; she was bit! Damnit! He didn't see what she had done, but that mattered little now. Thank God that they had Manny nearby and that he was quick on his feet. Thana ordered Alex to take point of Thalia and Manny, to which he was more than happy to oblige. She was acknowledging his existance and usefulness, which seemed to be rare those days. [color=662d91]"Yes ma'am!"[/color]

Alexander pushed himself up of the couch with the help of his good o'l stick and leaned against the couch as long as he could while moving towards the kitchen. As long as he could have something beside his cane, he felt more useful than not. But it was the gap between the couch and the counter that he feared for a moment. He had limped before in his life, oh yes, but back then he was young and vigerous, and now? He was getting to old for this shit. But he managed, somehow, to limp the distance between the couch and the counter, looking at Thalia, Manny and Beatrice. He wasn't about to sit idly and do nothing. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=#B8860B]Location:[/color][/b] Okefenokee: E14 
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color]N/A[/center][hr][hr]

The name-calling was just continuing from the two others. Great, that was really not giving Nigel a better impression of them than before. But Hank did at least manage to not get himself killed in a situation they could have avoided - if Lady Fortuna herself would have allowed it -, so on that point Nigel "Hadrian" had to give it to the shovel-wielding man; he wasn't a total dung-digger. [color=#B8860B]"I'm just saying...oh nevermind."[/color] Nigel "Hadrian" replied to Hank after he went to get his guns. It would have been bad if said guns were to be aimed at him and Robert, which was a possibility. 

Then again it seemed less likely once Wayne just...well, went somewhere on his own...doing whatever he was doing. "Hadrian" turned from looking at Wayne with a look of "What in the name of Jupiter was that man doing, and how was he alive?", to look at Robert now that the 'small skirmish' was done with. [color=#B8860B]"You're probably right, we should go. But you want to take those two with us...you?"[/color] He asked quietly, putting his shield back strapped on his back and taking in their surrounding sight. This was not what he had expected when he left that building a few moments earlier. [color=#B8860B]"Are you okay, Robert?"[/color] Nigel didn't know this man, but there was still enough humanity left in him that he wanted to know that. The two others, Wayne and Hank? He wasn't sure. [color=#B8860B]"What? Yeah, sure...I take it you two aren't sticking around here?"[/color]