[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]

It was clear that it was not only Alexander and Manny who had some form of reactions to the home-video of Thalia and Gavin. Victor, the Frenchman who Alexander was sharing a room with slid down onto the floor. Victor was a good man, Alexander thought after having shared a few nights in the same room. He just hoped Victor and Jack thought the same back at him, especially if they had heard his crying. Alexander turned his gaze towards Ash as he commented on what was going on in the video, throwing a remark as heavy as a Daisy Cutter at Wayne before quickly leaving for a quiet corner. It was a sight Alexander had seen all too many times himself, an certainly a sea of emotions he had felt too. 

Alexander was tempted to go and talk to Ash, though a series of things stopped him. The first was that he didn't know what to say. Perhaps he should have told Ash to breath, like so many others had told himsef? But Tatiana was quickt to follow her former punching-bag, and it was probably best to leave the two, for a moment three with Victor, alone. The second reason was Manny. Alexander looked back at Manny as he recived a comradly pat on his shoulder from his fellow baby-boomer, a wistful smile forming his lips. [color=662d91]"If I'm a good man, then you're a Saint, Manny. But yeah, me too. Perhaps I'll end up looking like a Terminator or something?"[/color] Alexander tried to say in a witty tone, standing up on his one foot and two crutches, as the third reason was presented. 

Atticus told them that Thalia and Alexander were to follow him and recieve their prosthesis for their leg and arm. It would be a nice change to finally walk again somewhat normally, after having used the peg-leg that rather medieval in nature. As Alexander got up and limped over to Atticus, he looked one final time back at Manny with a [color=662d91]"I'll be right back, I'm sure. Take it easy, Doc."[/color] before he turned to Thalia. [color=662d91]"Hey Thalia, you coming?"[/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]

So far nothing overly dramatic had taken place in the conference room, nothing compared to what had happened the first day they got there. Nigel "Hadrian" noticed that more people had gathered around the television to watch the singing, but that Ash the soldier perhaps hadn't reacted as well to the sight as the others? Hank had gone and pulled off the regular "don't know, don't care" attitude towards the tape, while Tatiana went to gave Wayne a well-deserved Ottoman slap for his comment. Nigel stiffled a sudden outburst of a quiet laughter, since he'd want to slap Wayne for a very long time, but the already heavy mood of the room made him only cough. 

Nigel "Hadrian" went back to reading his book on the Fall of Rome, already having made up his mind on several key points on the author's work. Edward Gibbon had written the book well over 200 years ago, and Nigel was eager to point out what he either thougth or knew was wrong with his case, though there probably wouldn't be anyone who wanted to ask him. It was then that Atticus, the Athenian priest entered the room like a long-awaited senator in the Senate, ready to speak. Nigel put away his book and listened to what their priest had to tell, both about two of them getting their prosthetis and the coming interviews of the survivors. By now it was getting just too loud for Nigel's liking to read for himself, and he looked around the room to see if he could join the others in some activety. 

Some were still gathered around the now turned off television, Erica was playing Pac-man alone, while the others not standing in a corner behind a bookshelf or getting ready to leave with Atticus, were playing cards. Erica, Nigel didn't want to bother her if she was busy, and he wasn't overly-eager to join Hank after that night. If he could have some time away from him, the better. That left one person he hadn't exchanged words with before. Hunter. Nigel wasn't sure of his decision, but he made his way over to the pooltable where Hunter was setting up shop. Perhaps after a few days in here, the young soldier with some anger-managment issues had calmed down? And if they were going to stay in Mexico Beach, perhaps it was for the best to extend an olive branch? [color=#B8860B]"You're any good in pool?"[/color] Nigel asked Hunter casually, acting calm and trying not to upset the young man. [color=#B8860B]"Mind if I join? Haven't played pool for a long time, so I'm quite rusty. Hunter, was it?"[/color]