[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 -> Bedroom 5)
[color=662d91][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander looked back up at Manny as he assured him they would go gently on Hunter, though giving it no more words for now. It wasn't in his athority to choose how to treat the others, that was certainly that of the soon-to-arrive General, so there wasn't much else to say. But he was glad Manny listened to him, as if his opinion actually mattered. As if his experience was worth something, as if Hunter was redeemable. Was he himself that? Only time would tell. Alexander looked up at Beatrice as she in turn answered his question in regards to the new man at the epicenter of a very touching scene. [color=662d91]"Victor…I'll try to remember that. "[/color] Alexander repeated after her, giving the man a good look, though not questioning his details anymore. [color=662d91]"It's the military-way of doing it, you know. Keeps it easy to distinguish one another and harder for Charlie. Even mine sounded like a comic…"[/color]

He stopped at those words, both not wanting to elaborate on his past with Beatrice as per their usual, friendly agreement that he very muched enjoyed, but also at the final arrival of the man himself. The General. There was something about that man, something that stood out to Alexander as he walked in on his cane, sat down and began talking to them. At first it was only his apperance, especially his eyes that was familiar to the old veteran, who couldn't quite place him. But as he spoke, the old man with the cane became all too real to Alexander. Even more so when he spoke directly to him. 

The Dragon.

Aeron Martin was all too correct in his words; some memories was burnt into your mind for the rest of your life, as clear as glass. More so that Alexander wished that he had. Alexander's focus started to return as the General's opening remarks was being wrapped up, at the very end Ash being given something. A piece of paper? And like that, he had left them, and then it was their turn to leave the same room. Sleep. Yes, that sounded as good as anything. Alexander pushed himself carefully out of his chair, steadied himself on his redneck-pegleg as he grabbed his things, and followed the group to their rooms. Alexander didn't care for anything bad said about the rooms, the sole though of a good bed was more than Alexander could have wished for. Both his young self and old self dreamed of sleeping in a soft, dry bed for years. 

[color=662d91]"Okay then…Good night everyone…"[/color] Alexander said to his own group; Beatrice, Thalia and Manny, though the gesture was not exclused of others. It felt odd to say now that they might actually have a good night. No fear of walkers or bandits, no hard and cold concrete floors, just a good bed. Alexander limped inside the bedroom alongside Jack with little Jamie, trying to give them enough space. He didn't want to be intrusive or anything, especially not after what Jack's wife had done earlier, or the kid might get scared. As Jack got the playpen for his son over to one of the beds, Alexander limped over to the empty bed and sat down on the softest god damned matress he'd sat on for years. But there were still more to be done, as he started changing into a good pair of underwear. [color=662d91]"Ehm, Victor was it? Name's Alexander…good to meet you. In case…I don't know."[/color] Alexander started, but was at a loss of words when trying to make conversation. He was tired, too tired to talk with Victor. Alexander, now sitting in a fresh pair of underpants and taking off the pegleg, looking up at Victor one last time. [color=662d91]"Good night, I guess…call if you anything, you two."[/color]

And with that, Alexander shuffled around in a bed he had almost no idea of how to sleep it. It felt so out-of-place to lie they and not listen to every sound that echoed around them, but he had to try. He had to focus, focus really hard on just lying there in bed and trying to sleep, facing away from Jack and Victor's bed as he tried to shut his eyes. He tried. He tried. He tried and tried, but he couldn't. The black lump, it had clung tightly to his chest the entire evening, but by sheer willpower and soldierly discipline had it been subdued. But now that he was trying to relax, it finally popped. The black lump was released from it's cage and spread throughout Alexander's entire body, a poison that Alexander had tried to grow immune to over the years but always failed. There was no stopping it. Alexander tried to stop it one last time, his hands grabbing tightly around the pillow and holding it firmly over his face in a futile attempt to stop the unstopable. 

Tears. 

Sobbing. 

Crying. 

Muffled by the pillow and by what little strength Alexander had, after it all had came crashing down on the old veteran, the entire evening, day, week, month, year, apocalypse and life, he cried himself slowly to sleep. 

[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 -> Bedroom 3)
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

[color=#B8860B]"Oh you know me, I will."[/color] Nigel "Hadrian" said with a smirk back to his friend, knowing that there probably wouldn't be any of that happening that night. They had shared sleeping quarters before, even if they had been as ad-hoc as they could be, but they had lived together. Nigel didn't have to particularly like either Hank or Wayne, but they'd had each other's back before they reached the safety of Mexico Beach's walls, and there would have to be more than a fart-filled room to break down Nigel's Roman walls. Thankfully he wouldn't have to sleep with the fear of sufficating from Wayne's bodily smells. 

Nigel looked at Erica for a moment and gave her a nod as she said the group on the floor must have known each other. [color=#B8860B]"Yeah. It's nice that something happy for once. We can only wish it would happen more often…"[/color] Nigel "Hadrian" said without much weight to his words. It was just nice to see a sight that brough a smile upon one's face for once, it gave people hope. Erica turned down the volume and Nigel was spoken to by Thalia. He breathed out, half-expecting her to fulfill what had become a self-invoking prophecy of him becoming Sportacus, but glad when she corrected herself. [color=#B8860B]"Yeah sure. No problem."[/color]  he told her, watching her once again walk away from them to tend to to some other business. 

That was the time when Nigel continued to passively not pay attention to Hank's snoring and banter with Wayne, as the man they'd been waiting for finally made an appearance. Nigel was neither able nor willing to stop Wayne from pausing the movie, which was one of the very few, if not only good idea Wayne had managed to put together and actually pull off. It was for the best, as his focus was better suited directed at the man who for all intents and purposes was Caesar himself. And he was like nothing Nigel had expected of him. The man was no Scipio Africanus, but rather a St. Peter or someone benevolent or like that. Nigel listened in silence at his speech, listening with respect at his power over the words which he commanded. The General carried himself and his tounge as good as any professional orator or well-minded missionary, Nigel thought, himself not escaping the thought of a memory one could never forget. The first he had to take a life…it was an undead life, but still…it was awful, but it hardened him and made him a survivor. 

Nigel couldn't help but give the General a smile of approval as he spoke of hope. [color=#B8860B]"Hope is the pillar that holds up the world."[/color] Nigel "Hadrian" said under his breath, continuing to listen to the speech before the General finished it up, handed something to Ashton, and the whole room slowly began to leave for their bedrooms. Nigel quickly made his way over to the VCR, ejected the VHS and placed it back in its cover. It was one of the upsides of the old tapes, and one of the downsides; when you took it out, it stopped right where you paused, and could continue the next viewing. Nigel grabbed his bags like the others, and followed them outside with Atticus for their rooms. [color=#B8860B]"Good night Erica, sleep tight. See you in the morning."[/color] Nigel bade farewell to her, giving her one last smile before he followed Wayne into the room. Wayne had already said good night, nose-dived into one of the beds and farted Mount Vesuvius into submission before falling fast asleep. Nigel look at him and shook his head, before getting dressed for sleep as he looked at Hank. [color=#B8860B]"Shared bunks it is then."[/color] he said to Hank, laying down at the one side of the bed and resting his head as he slowly faded off to sleep. It was far from ideal, but hey, when in Rome do as Romans? [color=#B8860B]Night, Hank."[/color]