[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: L5 (Mess Hall)
[color=662d91][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander guessed that Thalia was not used to this kind of talk, the way his fellow amputee looked at him a quizzical face. Alexander hadn't really been the type to talk about his wife or what she would have liked, not after what happened on the island when the world first ended. After she…Judith, was no more. He would have liked to say that something changed in himself that day Judith died, but in reality, Alexander didn't change; the world around him. Judith was the element that had brought order to his life, a shining beacon to guide him through the mist. But without her, he once again became the young man who came home from the war, without anyone. 

It probably didn't help that Thalia was not the person he'd spoken with about his life and past. That honour went out to Manny, but tonight Alexander wanted to say those words. Alexander pulled the side of his mouth to a smile, nodding gently to Thalia talking back. [color=662d91]"Me too, me too, Angel. She was patient, yes, ever since '75. She saw the good in everyone, even a broken Vet."[/color] Alexander continued, letting the ending words flow away as Thalia began eating. He began to eat as well, sitting in silence and enjoying the light meal and the silent company of Thalia. His friend, almost like when they first met. From a snowy street, a tank and a hot cup of cocoa, things had changed. Some for the good, not all, but some. And for that, Alexander was grateful. He had kept moving forward, leaving his past behind him, and come out better on the other side. 

 
[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: L5 (Mess Hall)
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

Nigel wached as Erica shook her head and gestured for him to sit down next to her, glad that she had not rejected him even after having spent so much time together. Some people didn't like that, too much company. Maybe Nigel was that kind of person, the one who enjoyed spending an evening with a good friend but not the whole week. Growing up on a farm in the middle of nowhere, maybe the lack of neighbours made Nigel that way. Erica certainly fell into the category of a "Good friend", and so far Nigel didn't mind her company either. Would the good time keep rolling, or was the cracks yet to reveal themselves?

[color=#B8860B]"Well, thanks for listening regardless. Not used to people like you who like that."[/color] Nigel thanked Erica as he sat down beside her, smiling at her before also looking around the room. Hank and Wayne were their usual selves, not caring. Perhaps it was that attitude that made them sit with the higher-ups of the Camp on their first night of freedom, while Nigel stuck by his usual partner. Nigel turned to look back at Erica, before he began to eat a very, very good meal. [color=#B8860B]"Some time I'd like to hear you talk too. About something you like a lot. I much better prefer dialouges over monolouges."[/color] Nigel continued, before finally turning quiet and enjoying the light meal of the night. Since they would be eating more a the beach party, he'd limit himself as best he could, which was harder than you'd think; a week in quarantine and a relative ambundance of food worn down the tolerance to hunger faster than he expected. But life was good for once, and it showed in Nigel and his smile.