[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: M6 (Outside General Housing) -> L5 (Mess Hall)
[color=662d91][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Don't let it control him. Alexander nodded silently to Thalia's piece of advice, something he had been told many times before and yet failed to follow. Somewhat. The old veteran knew how to contain them, his emotions, most of the time. Like when they first arrived at Camp Mexico Beach. When they first got to shower. To eat. To not be afraid of having an walker asshole or Edenwipe just behind your back, ready to KIA you. Alexander could contain his feelings, yes, but they? They could control him. Like when he cried himself to sleep the first night, or whn he blacked out in the Conference room. 

He could win the battles, but he could not win the war. 

In his effort to once again combat the Tet-offensive of tears that came from his memories, as well as Thalia's kind words to him - of which he didn't have any words of his own to thank her with - Alexander probably wasn't paying too much attention to what was going on. All that he registered was that Thalia suggested them go and stare at the locals while they waited for dinner, and that he started moving. He probably said something to her in an acknowledging tone as he stood up, marching after her like a sleep-deprived grunt into the jungle. In all of this turmoil of his mind, one question kept popping up in Mugsy's head, as he followed Thalia to the Mess Hall;

Would Judith have liked it there? If she was still with him? Still…alive?

Alexander came back to usual self once in the Mess Hall, not helping but finding all of it as familiar as the whole camp had been; Military, or something similar to the military style of minimalism. Standing in line for their light dinner, in due to the later seafood they would enjoy at the beach part, Alexander noted the seating of the General and Gunny, alongside Wayne and Hank. At first the old veteran would have liked to sit down with the General, The Dragon as he better knew him. The old man's presence calmed the usually reserved Mugsy, but with Hank and Wayne around him, he'd prefer to stay away. Alexander made his way over to a table near the wall, seeing Thalia look for a spot. He gestured for her to come sit down with him, quietly giving a prayer to thank The Lord for his blessing, before starting to eat. 

If and when Thalia would join him, Alexander would look up at her with a smile for a moment, before saying something along the lines of; [color=662d91]"Judith would like you; My wife…She knew how to put up with people like us…"[/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:  M6 (Outside General Housing) -> L5 (Mess Hall)
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper, not one used to being joked about by anyone else beside his colleagues and fellow reenactors, couldn't help but smile at Erica joke about him being included on the List. Whether or not such a list existed at all, didn't matter. What mattered was that Nigel laughed with her at the joke, as he began to walk with her. [color=#B8860B]"Yeah, just walking around works. It's a big enough place that we can only cover so much ground in 20 minutes. About the size of a standard Roman fort, if you care to listen to me ramble?"[/color] Nigel asked Erica, talking with her as he followed her down the street and took in all that was to see; the buildings, the sky, the atmosphere, everything. 

As Erica turned to the Mess Hall, Nigel diligently followed her, not saying much as he felt he spoke to much on a regular basis. Which was odd for him, the man who had told Robert way back in the swamp to shut up, not to mention his less-than-stellar relationship with Wayne who just would not shut up. But with Erica, Nigel spoke like a commander ordering his centum of soldiers when he was with her. She was different than Wayne and Hank. A lot, lot different. Nigel followed Erica to the Mess Hall, standing in line in relative silence as he too noticed Hank and Wayne sitting with The General and Gunny. [color=#B8860B]"They never fail to amuse me. That, or surprise me."[/color] Nigel told Erica, holding his tray and following Erica to the table. [color=#B8860B]"Can I sit here, or do you want someone else here? I feel like I've followed you around like a dog or something."[/color]