[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]

Beatrice's silent shake of her head to him served to reinforced the silence that had enveloped the whole house, but not in the sense what he associated dead silence with before. There weren't any Chalies around them, not that Bea had to report, which he took as a good sign. They had hopefully been smart about it, the silent and dimly lit approach, which it usually was in his experience. Alexander gave Bea a nod back as he straightened himself up against the wall, taking another look at his brother and sisters in arms. It looked like they were all fast asleep, which they all duly deserved.

Alexander wondered where Thana was, and more importantly if she was alive. She had to be, or else they were in a sitaution best described as FUBAR. But she was Navy, and the way she had pulled herself out of Hell back in Eden gave the old veteran good hope that she was all right. The thought of it sent a shiver down Mugsy's spine. No, wait. It was the inside of the house cooling down, and here Alexander had undressed earlier. Not that it was a big surprise when he thought about it, he had been in Florida for many years before the world went to Hell. 

Perhaps that's what kept him awake as he sat guard for the three others, thinking about his previous life there in Florida a few years earlier? All the people he'd known and trusted there, all who died...how many because of him? And those alive? Were they still there, waiting for him? 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=#B8860B]Location:[/color][/b] Okefenokee: B7 (Fishing Camp inside)
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color][/center][hr][hr] 

So Nigel was in the company of the former arms of the Law? From what he had experienced around the two so far that day, he wouldn't have guessed that. Not by a long shot. But then again what did they think he was, if they had wondered about that at all? Not what they joked around him about, but his previous life? Since they all clearly didn't share his initial hesitancy to share his background, Nigel decided that perhaps it was okay for him to open up a little more?

[color=#B8860B]"Looks like I'm the only teacher here then, go figures. Teacher and reenactor, but you already knew that didn't you?"[/color] Nigel "Hadrian" said with a chippier tone than before, settling into the relative safe environment that they had managed to capure for themselves. Hopefully that was not a cue for either Hank or Wayne to start with their jokes again. Not that Nigel would be listening with both ears, as he finally managed to open the tin box to look into it to find...pictures? A small stack of them, with three people that stood out to Nigel as he went through them. Two men and a girl, neither of which he recognized. Should he have? How? Nigel hadn't been to Florida before, and certainly not in that fishing camp. Did they own it, or had they simply been passing through? Nigel had no idea, but he found browsing through them to be interesting. At least for now, while Nigel asked Wayne [color=#B8860B]"I take it Erika and I aren't part of that group?"[/color]