[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 looked up at Thalia again after shoving a piece of food in his mouth, fighting the urge to talk with his mouth still gnawing on it like a dog or uncultured protestant he used to know. The world had perhaps ended, but table manners was not something Alexander had forgotten easily about, especially not when they for once were in the comforts of civilisation. But Alexander did give Thalia another smile, nodding at her words. True words, they were all indeed broken, not the same they used to be. Ol' mugsy didn't say anything though, just nodded and continued to eat after a while. He sure wasn't himself anymore. 

The question was who 'He' was? Young Alexander rebelling against his father, Private Polawski with the big-ass radio on his back, PTSD-ridden Alex', loving husband of Judith or Alexander 'Mugsy' the survivor? Perhaps all of them at once, or none. Thalia, he thought, she probably knew him best. Now that Beatrice was gone, she had been with him the longest. Manny knew most about him, but not of him? Perhaps it was The General…did he know himself anymore?

Alexander was pleasently surprised when he looked up to find Manny standing with them, asking if he could sit and eat. Looking over to Thalia again, as if to ask her for permission, Alexander turned back to Manny as he took a sip of his drink. [color=662d91]"I don't mind, was wondering when you'd show up. Not sure how much time we have before the big party starts, though."[/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: L5 (Mess Hall)
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

Nigel "No Visigoths in sight!" switched between eating their small dinner and looking up at Erica, waiting to learn more about the woman closest to him in that big place. He couldn't really recall knowing much about Erica, not the least about her past except for her being a cop. Nigel hadn't really asked in the first place, he was cautious like that with strangers. But now? They weren't strangers anymore, were they? Nigel was in the middle of drinking his glass of water when Erica dropped the bomb, making him raise his brows to her. [color=#B8860B]"NASCAR?"[/color] Nigel asked her, putting down the glass as he continued to look at her amusingly. [color=#B8860B]"Well they do look cool, nice colours and high speed. If you like watching cars going left, left, left and more left."[/color] Nigel teased Erica, letting his words hang for a moment before he playfully punched her shoulder with a [color=#B8860B]"Just messing with you, Erica. It sounds fun."[/color]

People were starting to finish up their meals and leave the Mess Hall. The beach party was probably going to begin in not too long, but then again Nigel hadn't had a good sense of time for a very long time before they arrived in Camp Mexico Beach. He sure wasn't in any rush to finish, still trying to hold his hunger back. [color=#B8860B]"Besides my excellent taste of mediterranean antiquity? Would it surprise you if I'm a wine-person? Or just watching a good movie after a long day at work. I really miss that. You have no idea what I'd give you if you could find a good bottle of wine out there."[/color] Nigel answered Erica, trying to show her that he wasn't just their garden-variety "Sportacus", but someone…normal, he guessed. [color=#B8860B]"Or just a good hike in the woods, I guess. I grew up on a farm, so played a lot in the forrest. What about you?"[/color]