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

Alexander kept his gaze forward, bobbing back and forth to the music like the General did. The atmosphere around the two old soldiers, one with more bars on his shoulder than the other, was ever growing around Alexander as the two of them spoke. For having not spoken with the man for many years - and even then only briefly and mostly about military issues that Alexander could remember - he felt his shoulders remain down even as the memories passed before him. Faces of people he'd buried: his father William, his wife Judith, many good friends on foriegn soil. People he'd never see again. 

[color=662d91]"Burial? You mean that Lola…"[/color] Alexander turned quickly to face the General, looking at him in suspense as he attempted to understand his words. He began to ask for their beloved and dearly missed Kiwi, stopping himself as the first name might not ring a bell for Aeron. [color=662d91]"I mean Miss Holler, from the hellhole Eden; she's buried here at Camp Mexico Beach? Could we see her grave and the others? We left them in haste, never thought they would get the burial they deserved…"[/color] 

After the General continued to describe their place in the world now, the comparison to soldiers making Alexander nod his head in agreement,  the old veteran got his answer for what he had seeked out Aeron for - The photographs. Not only did he have such memories printed onto polaroids, but boxes upon boxes of boxes of material from houses and libraries. From the sound of it Alexander could be of assistance in Aeron's efforts to organise all the photographs and other documents he had gathered throughout the years. Since the General had managed to find a photograph of Alexander, who knew what else he had managed to dig up. Alexander gave Aeron a growing smile equal to Aeron's, feeling a sense of purpose grow inside him. Him, useful? It had been a long time since he felt that. 

[color=662d91]"You need not ask me twice, Aeron. Been a while since I've sorted out papers, photos and bills, but I'll do my best. Where can I find you normally?"[/color] Alexander asked the General, moving his gaze from him and over to the party going on around them. It was getting late. People were turning in, and as Alexander felt himself yawn like an old man at a Florida-resort, it was probably time for him to head for bed too. [color=662d91]"I should probably get some sleep. It's been a long day. Good night, Aeron. It's been good speaking with you."[/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)
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

Nigel kept his attention split between the poor, dog boy of Hunter still lying on the ground and the party still going on around them. Clearly Hunter was somewhat able to take notice of people around him too, adding that crackers would be good. Something dry and salt, that would help, just like Cook had said. While the much needed sustinance was nowhere to be seen, Nigel could see that the bar was getting crowded again. Were the others trying to talk to Nikki like he was talking to Hunter? Some might have found amusement in their quarrel, but not Nigel. Perhaps later in the week or month he would find it a funny memory. 

The teacher looked back down at Hunter as he agreed to Nigel's words. Nigel himself would have corrected Hunter's terrible drunk-grammar, but it was just that; drunk. It would be of no use. Nigel only shook his head in a resigned manner, wondering how Nikki would take such an apology Hunter wanted to make. But as Hunter tried to stand up, Nigel looked at him with wide eyes and tried to hold him back with a [color=#B8860B]"No no no no, you're not going anywhere just yet."[/color] Nigel didn't have to stop him though, the alcohol was clearly doing its job. [color=#B8860B]"You can keep cursing nuggets all you want, Hunter, but right now isn't a good time to apologize. Later."[/color] 

Nigel turned back to Cook as he was done talking with Hunter, shaking his head and crossing his arms at the whole affair. [color=#B8860B]"I should get him back to his bed after he's gotten something less boozey in his stomach, don't think anyone else want to take care of him right now. But thanks for everything, Cook."[/color] Nigel thanked Cook in passing his eyes across the beach, watching it slowly draining of people like an audience leaving the arena. It was probably time to get some rest for everytone either way, both mostly sober Romans and stupidly drunk dog-boys. [color=#B8860B]"And you? I'm getting you too bed, whether you want to or not. Understood?"[/color]