[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, Kettles)
[color=662d91][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr] 

Alexander has a smile on his face as he stood beside Manny, the two of them reassuring each other that their past actions hadn't been all in vain. They were alive and well all things considered, even if some of them had lost parts of themselves along the way, both mentally and physically. With the shrimp slowly being digested by the old veteran who hadn't eaten a good shrimp for year, Alexander simply gave Manny another of his knowing looks as he enjoyed the show. Many people there, but no one were bothering either Manny or Alexander as the two old men ate. 

Then he heard Thana talking into the microphone after having been refused her evac from the stage, being a bit slow to realize it was Ash she referred to. Alexander gave a good laugh at that, one of the few laughs he hadn't forced in a long while. She wasn't done though, and ol' Mugsy let his jaw drop for a moment as he heard what Thana then said. Before the lovely Navy Blue began to sing a cover of his favourite band, Alexander managed to slip out a meager question to Manny. [color=662d91]"Did…did I just hear that?"[/color]

Alexander didn't have words for what he felt as he listened with every fiber of his body to Thana's rendition of "Paint it Black". It was both nothing like the version he had been so accustomed to hearing, but simultaneously incapsulated everything Alexander associated with the song. As he continued to listen to lyrics describing the depressive darkness that overcome oneself, Alexander bobbed his head to the rythm of the music and quietly singing with Thana's voice. He was by no means a great singer, never had been and probably never would, but he didn't care. Sometime he leaned over to Manny and explained something to him. [color=662d91]"1966, opening track of [i]Aftermath[/i], first record I ever bought. I remember it as clear as day, and tonight I'll remember for the rest of my life as well."[/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, Kettles -> Stage)
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

Nigel couldn't help but give Cook a smile when she spoke just like a Greek philosopher would have done in times of need. It sounded familiar to many a proverb he read and somehow managed to remember throughout his life in both the old and the new world. Nigel nodded in agreement to what Cook said, giving her a grin as he accepted the plate of seafood. [color=#B8860B]"It truly looks like it. Good people who hope can do amazing things, as they say; Hope is the pillar that holds up the world. Hope is the dream of a waking man. Thank you again."[/color] Nigel said to Cook, slowly getting the feeling that his mouth simply wouldn't keep shut no matter how hard he tried. Feeling that it was best to take the food and let others come forth, Nigel gave a sheepish smile and stepped aside. 

As Nigel stepped aside, he gave Thalia another nod in acknowledging her presence before he moved on. There was something about her, something he couldn't put his finger on but told him that she had not been as normal a person before the Undead arose as other may have been. Then again, was he? After all he was the person who thought to himself [i]Si tacuisses, philosophus mansisses.[/i] as he walked away and began to eat the seafood off his plate. No, he wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to back down from some good sparring practice if she wanted to. Would Erica still want to spar with him? Oh now the beer was slowly kicking in. Good on him. 

The food was nothing to complain about. Really it was better than anything he'd eaten in a long while, fresh yet not prepared like a barbaric Thracian would have eaten it. This was good. The night was good, if a little lonely amongst the crowd. Nigel did however enjoy the music, having to be content with few other knowing how to play anything that sounded like Roman music. After all one couldn't ask for everything. Nigel did however notice Hunter wander over to that girl he was getting social with, though was he…was he drunk? Nigel couldn't tell for sure, but something told him the kid couldn't stand his drink much better than Nigel himself. He would give them their space, and instead Nigel made his way further forward towards the stage to listen to the music dedicated to a "Mugsy", whoever that was. Odd name, wasn't it?