[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: L11 (Beach)
[color=662d91][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

The change of music in the background brought back memories to the old veteran as he stood there, just having entered into conversation. While he never had been a huge fan of Elvis "The King", many of the girls he knew simply couldn't get enough of the man with the shaking hips. Alexander himself had to laugh at them and their immature obsession with him, way back when he had still not joined the Army and gone to war. It was a different time. Back then the biggest cause for trouble were his strained relationship with his father, and the ongoing battle between the listeners of The Beatles and The Rolling Stones. It was a different time, Alexander found himself thinking as he remembered the good ol' days. Kansas was one hell of a band too, don't get him wrong, but by 1976 he was a different man. 

Alexander tried not to think about it, instead enjoying the background music as Shears extended out his hand. 

[color=662d91]"Dominos? Now this is really beginning to feel like a retirement home, not in a bad way either."[/color] Alexander answered with a smile as he reached out and shook Shears' hand, firmly shaking it. While Manny talked with Shears, Alexander shot a smile at the two young girls as they talked back to him. [color=662d91]"That's right, dear. Call me Alex if you want."[/color] He answered Amelia, the fact that she seemed more nervous that a cat locked in a dry-cleaner not going past him. He didn't judge, he knew all about it.

Manny had asked him about shaving, which Shears - rather fittingly - said he did as well. Napping too, forcing Alexander to hold back a snorting laugh. It didn't help that Daytona added another spicy comment into the flame. Yeah, Alexander could like it here. [color=662d91]"As long as you don't reserve that pink for my hair, we can get along with cards and dominos. Never coloured my hair, and I don't intend on starting now. So anyway, what else do you do here, Shears? Only cutting and shaving?"[/color] Alexander continued the conversation, once again feeling the odd sense of normality returning to his troubled mind and soul. Was this how it felt being…normal? Not afraid? With Manny by his side Alexander felt calmer than usual, prompting him to laugh for himself for just a moment, before mentally returning to Shears. [color=662d91]"No point in standing here, is it? Should probably stay at the beach with the others. I take it you don't have these kinds of events often?"[/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: L11 (Beach, Fire Pits -> Bar)
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

While Nigel waited for Erica to answer him, he sat down in front of the firepit and simply did nothing. Nothing at all, only breathing in and out calmly as he stared into the fires in front of him. With the temperature slowly decreasing to something tolerable, the heat of the fire helped to give Nigel a different kind of warmth, mental as well as physical. There was something about an open flame that fascinated him. He could easily understand how pre-historic man felt in the presence of such miracle, and why the Romes worshipped it as Vulcan, the Forge God. Really, for a good few minutes all Nigel could do was to stare into the fire as the embers flew up alongside the licking flames and smoke. 

It took him another couple of minutes to realise that Erica had been quiet ever since he sat down. Oddly quiet. Nigel turned to face her, watching her stare emptily into it like he had. [color=#B8860B]"Hey, are you okay?"[/color] Nigel asked her, promting her to give him a slow yet determined nod. Nigel nodded back to her, giving her a soft pat and a rub at her shoulder as if to show her that he was there, before returning to silence. Perhaps she was remembering something that troubled her, saddened her, or perhaps she was simply tired. Nigel wasn't sure, but he felt that this was a good time to give her some space. [color=#B8860B]"I…I'll go get us something to drink, okay? Be right back."[/color] Nigel assured Erica, standing up and making his way over to where the bar was standing. He was pretty sure it was the bar, it sure looked a whole lot like the frat' bars at university way back when. 

Nigel recognized a few faces sitting or standing around the bar, the one sticking most out to him being the one-armed girl with a fancy prosthethic now. Thalia? Yeah, Thalia was her name he thought. Nigel gave her another as he too tried to order something from the barkeep….bartender, whatever one called her. [color=#B8860B]"Hey, could I get two beers, please? Bringing one for my friend over at the fire."[/color] Nigel asked Adelaide, before looking over his shoulder to where Erica was. He really hoped she was okay. Looking over at Thalia, Nigel gave her a perhaps sheepish look before trying to make conversation. [color=#B8860B]"So…Thalia, was it? Sorry, hope me and Erica didn't bother you talking around the fire earlier."[/color]