[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 (F6)
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]None[/center][hr][hr]

What did Alexander usually dream about? Unlike the pretty sight of Judith standing with her husband and making sure he was safe from himself, his dreams were usually far worse. He cherished the nights he didn't dream at all, and the nights he did dream he spent the better parts of the morning ensuring himself they were just that; dreams. Not because they weren't true, because they were, but because it happened so long ago. Images burned into his eyes as clear as day, forever tormenting him for what he did and didn't do. So tonight was different, but why? Was it the relative safety they had inside that house, or just an exhausted old Mugsy finally passing out? If Alexander had been aware of this, he would have told you to shut up and let him enjoy his sleep. 

But the old veteran wasn't aware of his dreaming slumber until he felt something rousing him. Or someone. [color=662d91]"..Huh?..."[/color] Alexander grumbled out of his sleep, opening his eyes ever so slightly to see who it was. It was Beatrice, which pushed the gears in his head back into gear. [color=662d91]"What's the..oh right, my turn. Give me a moment..."[/color] Alexander said less groggly to Bea, pushing himself off the floor and leaning up against the wall in order to wake up more. He looked at the two other sleeping figures, Thalia and Manny, wondering what they were dreaming about and if Thalia was feeling the pain in her sleep. [color=662d91]"Anything to report, Bea?"[/color]


[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=#B8860B]Location:[/color][/b] Okefenokee: F8 (Fishing Camp inside) -> B7
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color]Sword fighting, Smithing[/center][hr][hr] 

Nigel "Hadrian" had been wandering around the shop-area since picking up the tin box, walking back and forth it would seem while examining his booties of war - something even the Neo-Roman hadn't been expected of him to think, much less say out loud. But Nigel was half-listening to the conversations going on around him in the building. He had to give that to Hank, he had a flashlight in a time and age where batteries were getting rarer than Roman victories against the Parthians, and was conservative about using it. Nigel could approve of that. 

His focus was more aimed at Wayne however as he spoke directly to him, and the tin box itself of course. Wandering back to the loose floorboards he had pulled it out from, Nigel shot a look back at Wayne as he offered to tie him a noose. [color=#B8860B]"...Not right now, but I'll be sure to ask you first if the need arises, Wayne."[/color] Nigel "Hadrian" answered Wayne's offer, putting on the face of a teacher who had just gotten an answer so stupid that he didn't dare point directly, instead nodding in agreement that it was a good answer, but not the right one. It happens more than you think. But turning back to the box, Nigel picked up his Gladius and focused on the lock of the box. Erika had a point. Why not just break it open? How much use would they have for a tin box really? 

Nigel started hitting the lock of the box with the pummel of his sword, giving it a good wack as he heard Erika ask one of the usual 'Let's get to know each-other' questions. [color=#B8860B]"West-Coast, Washington."[/color] Nigel answered before either of the loud-mouths had the oppertunity to throw in another witty comment about ancient Rome and Greece. Who knew what they would have answered for him? But Nigel refrained from going into more specifics than the state. It was a habit, be careful what one told others. Hence his use of the name "Hadrian". As he finished his answer, Nigel heard the sound of the lock cracking open and off the box, leaving him to find out what was in it.