[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Conference Room)
[color=662d91][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander didn't pay much attention to the tv being pulled over to the quarantine group, though he had to take note of the old guys clear amusement of whatever they were watching. Nah, watching children's tv wasn't anything that interested him that much, especially since he didn't know any of those that were put in quarantine. Thalia, Beatrice and Manny had clearly dodged the bullet of getting or spreading lice to one another. Thankfully so, since Alexander didn't want to shave his head clear off and he figured that was the easiest way. He'd fought for his country without proper hair on his head before, and he wasn't going to do that again.  

When Doc told them to stay in the recreation room while the non-green tagged people were taken out, Alexander watched as the group was led out, trying to picture them without hair. He felt most sorry for the girls, even if he didn't know them. But that left him asking the same question he had asked Manny a few minutes earlier. [color=662d91]"I wonder if..."[/color] Alexander began to question himself, finding himself standing up from his chair just as the Ash fellow went up to do what Alexander had been about to do; Search for some records. 

Alexander limped up beside Ash, watching as he ended up with the very same records that Alexander would have chosen. [color=662d91]"Well I'll be damned..."[/color] He couldn't help but say quietly, taking in the view of the Rolling Stones records that ol' Mugsy would have done a lot to get his hands on those days, and here they had four of them! Alexander looked back at Manny, whom he talking about this earlier, and back at Ash as "Beggars Banquet" was put on. Oh man, those notes really brought him back. [color=662d91]"Good to finally meet a fellow Stones' fan out here."[/color]


[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=#B8860B]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Conference Room -> Former Sauna Room)
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Nigel "Hadrian" wasn't angry at what Hank was doing then, ending up in the same yellow-badge group as him and pulling out that TV just to show the Gods-awful childrens tv-show that he was laughing almost hysterically at. No, Nigel wasn't angry; He was truly pissed off. Had he been in that very same show as the dreaded 'real' Sportacus was, smoke would be steaming out of his ears, nostrils and all. The very shame of it all, especially with everyone else able to watch this humiliation with their very own eyes, Nigel "Hadrian" felt a growing urge to do something stupid to Hank. 

But he didn't punch Hank or anything, only breathing heavily as he sat down in a chair and hid his face in his palm. He had dealt with students like this plenty of times before, so he was good at not lashing out against them, at least not in a way that would get him fired. Not that he could get fired from any job then and there per say, but going full-on Germanic berserker on Hank would surely get him thrown out of the camp, or worse killed. With Wayne joining in on the fun, Nigel "Hadrian" slid further and further down in his chair, avoiding viewing the tv as best he could though sometimes having to see just how bad it was. 

It was really bad. And Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper would have his revenge, somehow, some day.

[color=#B8860B]"...May the powers that may be please give me cancer..."[/color] Nigel sighed back to Hank, trying to pay attention back to the red-head he has asked earlier. He didn't fault her for only giving him an feeble "yes", how could she trust him? Soon she was joined by another girl, so Nigel left them alone. 

Then they were ordered out again, this time out of the recreation room and out to get their whole lice-situation hammered out. Nigel didn't waste any time getting out of his seat and following Doc out of the room and into what Nigel figured could have been a sauna before. He'd never been in one before, and he certainly didn't expect to have the pleasure of experiencing one in those times. The barber chair gave the room more logical sense though, and Nigel did as told and sat down at the bench. After Hank's earlier mocking, Nigel didn't know what to make of Hank's new and understanding tone. As if he wasn't a complete old asshole. Was revenge worth it, with him trying to comfort those girls? Maybe. Looking halfway at Hank, Nigel figured it was easier for him to talk rather than the strangers. [color=#B8860B]"Not really. Unlike you, I'm not pickish."[/color]