[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]

Alexander's eyes rose up to take in the Moon in all its glory, basked in a white glow before a dark canvas of black fabric and glowing stars. It was a familiar sight for him, though the setting in which he could stand and watch changed everything. It was no longer just ambience in which to listen carefully for Walkers, but something - Something Alexander couldn't quite explain. When he was a young boy home in Chicago, probably about three of four, his father told him something his own father had told him; "You see those stars up there, shining and blinking up in the sky? Those are holes. God is walking on the other side of that darkness, somewhere down a bright beach up in Heaven. He's carrying a staff, and every time he put the staff down, another hole he made. That's what we're seeing, those stars. Signs of God."

Tonight those words gave comfort to the old veteran. A comfort told from his grandfather to his father, and then onto him. God was everywhere, one just had to look. Were William, Maria and Judith looking down at him from up there?

Alexander Turned over to Manny as his friend came up to him, asking him how he was holding up. It was a simple enough question, though Alexander knew that Manny really meant it. He gave Manny a nod and a smile, before looking out at sea again. [color=662d91]"I'm holding up, just been a long week couped up inside. The sea is real beautiful to look at, don't you think?"[/color] Alexander said to Manny, sighing as he looked out into the distance. [color=662d91]"Thinking a lot these days, haven't had time for that for long now. Thinking about all those not with us here, you know? Beatrice, couple of people we lost at Eden…my wife."[/color] 

He felt a lump begin forcing itself up his throat, but he swallowed it down as hard as he could. It was not often he spoke about these things, even with Manny who he trusted with his life. It was a slow process, but perhaps this place would help him open up, if only just a smidge? Alexander looked again at Manny at his side as a single tear forced itself out and down his cheek, giving him a heavy smile. [color=662d91]"Got to keep moving on though, don't we? Come on, looks like food's being served."[/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, Bar -> Kettles)
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

It was a nice change of pace to see Hunter up about the way he was, not looking over his shoulder every passing second like a frightened Roman in the middle of Visigoth territory. Clearly the safety of sturdy walls, armed guards and the presence of Nikki was having a desired effect upon the young soldier, at least some of them were. It probably helped that he had gotten to see his canine companion once again. [color=#B8860B]"Good to hear that, she probably misses you. Can you keep her out in the open, or does she have to stay indoors?"[/color] Nigel asked him, taking another swig of his beer that he was slow to learn how to enjoy. Hunter continued to ask him how he was doing, to which he began his reply with a brief hiccup clearly caused by him drinking a tad too quickly on a half-empty stomach. [color=#B8860B]"Sorry about that, long time since my last beer…but yeah, things are not too bad. Nothing crazy, just that Erica went to get some rest…"[/color] Nigel answered with a sense of sadness, feeling relatively alone with that beer in his hand and without his only close friend. 

Nigel turned over to Adelaide explaining how they got hold of the wine, nodding in agreement as to why they didn't produce it themselves. [color=#B8860B]"Makes sense, I can see why. People around here get their rations of alcohol in easier made liquids. Too bad there aren't any Roman wine traders here, though. Did you know that the Romans reveered wine so much that they celebrated it not just once, but twice a year?"[/color] Nigel began to explain back to Adelaide, falling into his role of the enthusiastic teacher who was perhaps a tiny bit too into his subject? Nigel smiled and lit up as he recalled the importance of wine in Roman society, though he dimmed down once he thought people probably - as most people in this world - wasn't overly interested. 

It helped that Thalia was keeping up with their conversation about sword and sparring, though something about her words made Nigel raise his brows in thought. It was one thing to hear of her expertise in various blades and spears, but another thing to know that it was her "formal" training. Nigel raised his beer to take another swig of it, giving Thalia a brief look in silence before breaking what could have become an awkward silence with [color=#B8860B]"That's…good to know, got quite enough experience then. You didn't happen to do some reenacting, from the sound of it?"[/color] He asked her, paying attention to her story of her losing her arm. Cut off with a power saw? Nigel had to give it to her people, they had been through some deep shit. Though he wouldn't ask about it himself, getting up from his seat and making his way over to where the food was served. He hoped he wouldn't have to eat all by himself.