[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] 

[color=662d91]"I'll bother you when I need that root filling or my dental-hygiene refreshed, don't you worry Manny."[/color] Alexander replied to Manny with a growing smile, laughing at his own words that for once in a rare moment funny. The old behaviour of Alexander pre-Eden resurfaced for a moment, which felt good for Alexander, though he at first actively tried to ignore the first thing Manny had said. Alexander didn't really want to talk about "soldier boy" and his yelling, even if it had caused his flashback. But he felt he couldn't ignore it, and only gave it a brief mention. [color=662d91]"I've had worse."[/color]

The smell that punctured the conversational bubble was bad, all right. Its shear volum didn't help either, which Alexander couldn't ignore. It was real bad, and the old veteran shrank his whole face at the very smell of it. It reminded him of something bad, something burning or rotting for a very long time in a certain wet climate, perhaps not as bad but it was a tough competition. Alexander swatted his hand before his nose, trying to get the smell out of his face as he noticed Father Atticus finally returning to the quarantied survivors, and the younger, now bald guy in the smaller group shooting Wayne daggers with his eyes. Alexander could understand the look once he heard the room-assignments. 

Alexander himself was put together with Jack, the father of the young boy and husband of Tatiana, their child, both of which had appeared to be calm and nice...and another newcomer? Alexander shot Atticus a surprised look. There had come more survivors that same day? Had they followed the caravan with them all rounded up back here? [color=662d91]"Who's the newcomer, Father?"[/color] Alexander asked Atticus, before his attention was turned to Beatrice and Ash joining the little circle. He gave the fellow Stones fan a good nod and smile, letting him and Manny talk as soon-to-be roommates. He knew the drill, best to get on the good side of those you shared bunks with. Alexander had been there, done that in the Army. He nodded to both Manny and Ash at the mention of extreme injuries, silently looking down at his amputated leg and sighing. Manny had saved their lives. He was the damned best dentist Alexander had ever known. 

Alexander looked at the young soldier, Hunter as Manny mentioned him and talking some sense into him. What had happened to him that had caused him to end up like that? Broken, like himself? Alexander couldn't help but put himself in his shoes, looking up at Manny again. [color=662d91]"Go easy on the kid, will you?"[/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] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

Nigel "Hadrian" couldn't fathom first what was causing the infernal noise befitting the realm of Hades, but Wayne's thundering laughter was a clear giveaway at what was going on. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to Nigel that it was a fart, and a titanic one it was indeed, borne into this world by no other than Wayne "Caligua" himself. At first Nigel only shook his head in disbelief and turned back to Erica to talk about the movie, before the smell hit him. 

[color=#B8860B]"Oh God! Now I know what burning war pigs smell like."[/color] Nigel uttered as he wafted the VHS to fan as much smell as he could away, though it was as futile as the boulder of Sisyphus. Trying to not die of the shear smell alone or Wayne's laughter, Nigel stared annoyingly at him as the 'Priest of Athens' finally returned. [color=#B8860B]"Finally, I'm looking forward to some good sleep."[/color] Then came the list of who were to sleep in which room. Atticus was correct, Nigel had hoped he could chose who to share quarters with, or in the very least who he wouldn't. His hopes were shattered once he heard his name called up. Room 3: Wayne, Nigel and Hank. Of course, the gods surely were smiling in amusement at their little prank on Nigel "Hadrian". He sighed, trying to get comfortable with what was becoming his fate:

Being the verbal punching bag of Hank and Wayne, whatever the cost may be. Even suffication from Wayne's poison gas.

Nigel "Hadrian" was reminded of that thought; dying from sleeping in a room farted in. Somewhere far back in his mind he started digging through hours of watching television, his eyes wandering the room as he looked at the various groups of people sleeping together. A newcomer? He wondered who that might be, and his own curiosity was reflected in one of the old men's question, the one missing a leg and with a home-made pegleg...Mythbusters! The leg looked like something they could have made, at least Adam Savage with his personality. Nigel thought further back to an episode, the one about dying from your own farts. 

As far as he could remember, they had tested it over and over again, each time increasing the variables in proper Mythbusters' sense of over-doing it. Nigel "Hadrian" breathed out as he remembered their verdict; Myth Busted. As he was certain that he wouldn't die from lack of oxygen that night, Nigel put on the movie he'd picked out and sat back down again with Erica, now that they had their rooms. [color=#B8860B]"Yeah me too. Must have been, I don't know, ten years since I last watched it."[/color] he told Erica, noticing Hank's smile which normally couldn't have been good, but now? Nah, Nigel wanted to just watch the movie with Erica and whoever else wanted to watch, preferably in silence and not smelling like the sewers of Rome. [color=#B8860B]"You pick the next movie then, Erica. Unless you Hank has any objections to that?"[/color]