[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: H6 Quarantine (Conference Room) 
[color=662d91][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander shot the loud-mouthed Wayne a narrow smile upon hearing that little Jamie, "Little Kick Ass" was doing just fine. He hadn't had the faintest thought that such a sweet little creature would feel safe in the arms of a man like Wayne, but now that he was sitting with them watching TV, he had to admit it warmed his ol' veteran's heart. In all the madness, death and destruction that had wrecked the world beyond recognition, this…this put a good feeling in Alexander. Just like the war in Vietnam painted a monstreous picture of the world to a young grunt from Chicago, there were still brief vignettes that had made him smile. Made him hope. 

Alexander waved back and smiled at Manny as he joined them in enjoying the couches and Mel Brooks movie, reading the unusal silence in his usually talkative fellow baby-boomer as a sign that he needed some space. At least he would have wanted that himself. When Manny wanted to talk, Alexander would be there. But until then, Alexander indulged in the mute viewing of the TV and let his brain dip into low-gear. As the others slowly began to trickle back into the Conference room, Alexander payed them only the briefest of attention. He wasn't going to ask questions, not now, and not to anyone. Only Beatrice and Thana, if and when the time was right. Now they wanted to be left alone, either with someone else or by themselves. 

The only thing that really lit up in Alexander's mind in his moment of mental hibernation, was how long this was going to last? Would it last, and for who? Would he once again be of use for good ol' Uncle Sam and his previous brothers in arms, after all those years and bloodshed? Or was the prosthetic leg given to him a parting gift, out of charity or pity for a man who couldn't watch over himself?  Once again the fear of his usefulness expired like an overdue can of peaches rang a chord in his mind, but he repressed it like so many times before. The reassuring face and voice of the General, Aeron, the Dragon, showed itself before his eyes…what age was he? Was it Aeron the young superior in 'Nam, or the gentle old man in Camp Mexico Beach? 

[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]

[color=#B8860B]"It was worth a shot. I promise, give me time and I'll think of some good name you'll either laugh or shake your head at."[/color] Nigel told Erica with the same sort of slight smile she had given him. Nigel "Hadrian" had been a teacher, not a comedian or an actor. Coming up with witty nicknames was not something he'd studied in university, and even his own nickname he'd used for the better part of his adult life was not his own. Some of the more experienced reenactors of the Legion XIII Augusta had called him that, "Hadrian", and to this day Nigel had never really understood why, whether it was a compliment or an insult. 

[color=#B8860B]"And that would have frightened me, but somehow, I trust Wayne on this one."[/color] Nigel commented on Wayne taking care of little Jamie, as the other group of survivors person by person returned to the Conference room. It didn't get past him that neither James nor Tatiana went to get Jamie from Wayne, perhaps having full confidence that their friendly neighbourhood drug-addict was more than capable with kids. [color=#B8860B]"The kid looks happy enough."[/color]

The question made Nigel turn his head and look at Erica with blushed cheeks and opened eyes. Him, with kids? He looked at her for a moment, speechless, before forcing a chuckle and smiling a little. [color=#B8860B]"Not my first thought of priority, but sure, Erica. As long as they're never called that. Ever."[/color] He told her, half laughing and half getting tired of the whole Sportacus-thing. But kids? [color=#B8860B]"Never thought about kids, honestly…Never enough time and, you know…"[/color]

Nigel and Erica was once again called on from the TV couch, this time by Hank. Nigel gave Hank a shake of his head at the repeated calling of "Sportacus" and "Apocalypse Barbie", not sure which one was worse. But in the end, he sighed and had to smile at Erica, nodding in the direction of the tv before slowly making his way towards the group. [color=#B8860B]"Sure you don't want to join me? Seems those two miss us, and little Jamie is okay with them so."[/color]