[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]

Seemed Thalia was doing the same thing as Alexander, looking at him silently all except the sigh that could carry more meaning than any words ever could. Alexander looked at her for a moment, wondering whether or not there was anything to say in such a situation. A normal "Are you okay?" or "She's in a better place now" might have been fitting, but both sentences were rather redudnant at this point. First of all if he asked, he'd get an answer than wouldn't lead anywhere really. Secondly, it had been said so, so many times over the years, both before and after the world went to shits, so did it carry any meaning anymore? It was a teling sign that a Catholic like Alexander didn't say it. 

Alexander gave Thalia an equal puzzled look as she stepped away, only to realize that she had been standing in his way for the coffee. He had a coffee cup in his hand, that was halfway why he was there after all. [color=662d91]"Thanks, Angel."[/color] The old veteran said in a kind, old man's voice to the one-handed badass of a woman, stepping past her as he gave her another kind smile. If Angel wanted to talk or needed anything, he wouldn't hesitate to do it. He cared for her, for their whole group. The young soldier they'd picked up he didn't know, but noticed him talking to himself. Alexander couldn't blame it, not if he'd seen some real shit. That tended to mess up your mind. So as he went to get his coffee, Alexander nodded in his direction as to acknowledge him. 

That's when it started. Old Alexander couldn't see what was going on behind his back, but he could hear it well enough. The unmistakable sound of someone getting punched their good mind out, falling, and the shouting. No, not shouting, screaming. Alexander turned around with a half-filled cup of coffee, finally witnessing what was going on. The foreign woman of the other group stood over Ashton the fellow grunt, screaming at him at the top of her lungs in some language. Russian perhaps? It didn't register with the old veteran, who could only hear the screaming ringing in his ears. Louder and louder, piercing deeper into his mind like a bullet. It felt...it felt all to familiar to him, the whole scene. Many things had felt familiar that day, but this...this was different. And as Tatiana continued to scream at Ashton, Alexander felt his vision fade...

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It was unnusually quiet in the library that night, it being in the middle of the week during the middle of the autumn semester. Some students were sitting around the library doing their school work, papers, projects and exam notes when they could, while some had decided to live on the edge and use the library for socializing with either friends or that cute guy from the year above. Tucked away at a lonely table, sat a young man reading a textbook about electronics and the assembly of such. He was new to the university, and having few to no friends an even stronger desire to study when he could. 

Alexander had been there for a while now, and stiffling a yawn he decided that it was best to leave now. Falling asleep in a library was a death-sentence if one of the librarians caught you snoring at some table. It didn't take long for Alexander to pack up and start walking out, passing several people either reading or talking. One group in particular took notice of Alexander leaving, having had a discussion about a certain subject that Alexander sadly knew all too much about. And this notice was followed by some of the group following Alexander out the doors and onto the stairs. 

"Hey, Polawski is it? What are you doing here?" One of the group called out to Alexander once outside, them knowing his name enough to make him stop in his tracks and turning around. [color=662d91]"I...what? Reading, why'd you ask?"[/color] 

"We prefer to not have you here at the library. In fact, not anywhere near the campus. Understood?"

[color=662d91]"What? What the hell are you talking about? Leave me alone..."[/color] Alexander asked back, attempting to feign innocence but the truth being he knew exactly what they were talking about. This was not just some random study group he'd passed. This was the hard-core youth revolutionaries, and they despised everything Alexander stood for in their eyes. "You know what we're talking about. We don't want murderers here at the university."

[color=662d91]"Fuck off. You don't know what you're talking about, so screw you."[/color] Alexander was getting tenser by the second, his hands grasping thightly around his backpack as he edged closer to the stairs, only to be stopped by one of the group going around him. "I think we do. What was it like over there, doing the dirty work for Uncle Sam? Did you enjoy shooting people?" 

"Innocent women and children, shot and burned alive! And why? Just because you got a kick out of it? You psychopath." Another chimmed in, getting up and personal with Alexander up in his face, while Alexander get progressivly more nervous and looking around. [color=662d91]"Please...just leave me alone. You really don't know..."[/color] 

"What don't we know, Polawski? How it is kill people you've never met and had no reason to kill? We don't want you here, baby burner." The student spat on Alexander, disdain and disgust glowing from his eyes.

"Polawksi probably misses it, don't ya think? You make me sick, you should have stayed there where you belonged and died."

That's when it started. The student couldn't see what was going on behind his back, but he could hear it well enough. The unmistakable sound of someone getting punched their good mind out, falling, and the shouting. No, not shouting, screaming. Alexander had punched one of them straight down, and now stood over him screaming at the top of his lungs. About what, Alexander's flash-back didn't fully reveal, but it was obvious it was something very personal to him; The War. 

The War drags on. Even when it ended, it was never over. 
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Alexander stood staring tranfixed at the fight going on in the room, his eyes not having blinked through the whole thing. It was not entirely certain whether the old veteran had been there mentally for the whole endavour, but now his lips were mouthing words with no sound. The half-filled cup of coffee became to heavy for his feeble grip in his hand, and without him paying any notice to it crashing into the floor with a loud crach and coffee spilling around his feet, his mouthed words gain sound, only for a few to hear while his other hand fiddled intesly with the rosary still wrapped around his wrist. [color=662d91]"Please...please stop screaming..."[/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)
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Basic Psychology[/center][hr][hr]

Nigel listened intently as Erica aired her opinion on whether they should stay there or not. He wouldn't argue her reasoning, they would have a far better shot at survival if they decided to remain there. Like she said, they had been given food, clothes and safety, but Nigel "Hadrian" was still reluctant to place his whole future into one option. What if they didn't pass the test and were thrown out? Having gotten their hopes up only for them to be shattered? Nigel preferred to hope for the best, but prepare for the worst. [color=#B8860B]"Let us hope for the best then. Not having to run away would be nice for a change."[/color]

He had to chuckle at Erica's words right then. For a moment he had forgotten that she used to be a cop before the world ended. What would she had found if she looked him up? When he thought about it, the chances of meeting Erica without the Undead having conquered the World of the Living would have been significantly minimal. He was glad they had met though. [color=#B8860B]"Yeah, yeah sure. Don't know if there's much to talk about, but I'd like to talk."[/color] Nigel answered Erica, for a brief moment wondering what he should tell her about his name and why he didn't use it. 

That was before battle was set in full motion with a surprise attack, with the first victor now standing over the defeated. Tatiana had somehow managed to give Ash a good enough punch to knock him to the ground, which was a massive feat of strenght, surprise and luck all things considered. But why? When Erica asked him if he spoke any Russian, the Neo Roman simply shook his as he answered with a quiet [color=#B8860B]"No..."[/color] 

But as he answered Erica, the mental gears in his mind began to turn like the wheels of the brilliant Roman war machine at its finest. Nigel had taken note that the foreign woman had appeared like a scarred mother ever since he first saw her back at the first meeting. Tatiana punching Ash, who appeared to be their leader, was as unthinkable as someone crossing the Alps with elephants. Which was precicely why it made the impact it did on Nigel. Getting ready for a fight as the screaming back, he continued to observe the situation deterioate fast. 

Nigel didn't speak Russian, at all. Period. But he could understand that this was something very personal for Tatiana, her screaming, crying and deciding to do all of this in what he could only presume was her native language. Something had triggered her to lash out like that, and it had to be bad. Nigel continued to look around the room at the others as he took a step forward, as if awaiting the brawl that never came. Their guards, Panama and Major weren't doing anything to stop the fight. It was clear that the Major didn't find it worth getting involved in, so must have understood what Tatiana was shouting about. But still, this could quickly get out of control! 

Or was it? When Nigel "Hadrian" looked at Jack holding the little boy, he was baffled at the fact that he too avoided taking any action. Jack's name had been called out after all, and they were married? Was it because she was like this all the time? Probably not, taking into consideration she hadn't been like that before. So was this then so out of the ordinary that nobody knew what to do? Looked like it, as first only one of the younger girls approached and tried to defuse the situation. They had lost more people then, more than just the one woman Ash came for? Was that what this whole fight was about? 

More strange was Ash's reaction, or rather lack of reaction there of. Nigel didn't know anything about Ash and what he was like, but to him he couldn't help but feel that he wasn't able to connect fully with what Tatiana was talking about or feeling. A lack of empathy, wouldn't be the first time it happened those days, but still...This group clearly had a hell lot of baggage to carry with them, but punching one another? Nigel had been a teacher after all, he had stopped countless students from fighting each other over the most minuscule of problems. Just because the world had ended didn't mean that violence was always the answer. 

[color=#B8860B]"This has to stop before it gets any worse."[/color] Nigel told Erica in the end, walking towards where Tatiana and Ash had had their encounter, getting ready to intervene like the teacher he had used to be in case something worse happened. But it wouldn't be a full day of the life of Sportacus, if it hadn't been for Wayne or Hank throwing their hats into the ring. Wayne was the least troublesome of the two, having gone forward to enjoy the little gladiatorial game or save the day. With Wayne it was no way of guessing. Hank on the other hand...Hank just had to be all witty about it, clearly not giving a rat's ass about the fight. That was it. 

[color=#B8860B]"Will you for once, just once not try make fun of a very serious and tense situation, Hank?"[/color] Nigel "Hadrian" said very sternly to Hank. He had just about enough with him and his "fuck-it" attitude towards everything. This was not just about some Undead ghoul, random strangers or even himself. It was one thing to make fun of Nigel "Hadrian", but others who clearly had a very serious moment? [color=#B8860B]"Your witty comments are seriously not helping anything or anything in this situation, not even if you don't care about it or them. Do you honestly take anything seriously? For once, just once in the good name of God, can you shut up and drink your damned coffee?"[/color] It wasn't normal for Nigel to lash out like that, but he couldn't hold it any longer, not when it was this serious. Perhaps it was easier to crack under the pressue and talk back to Hank when not in fatal danger?