[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) -> L9 (Street)
[color=662d91][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander wanted to say something to the General, knowing that he would be able to give a final goodbye to Lola. He had only briefly known both her and Gavin, but it was in part thanks to her that he was there now. If not for her and her TANK way back then, who knew where the old veteran would have ended up? Alexander opened his mouth to tell the fellow old-timer something, though his words failed to materialize at the mention of Eden. Terrible? It wasn't even close of a worthy description. Alexander was pulled back to one certain room he had entered, and the vengeful act of God he himself had performed on that Eden son-of-a-bitch.

[i]Do not take revenge, my dear friends but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: "It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord.[/i]

And yet Alexander had shot a dying man in cold blood, not in defence but in despise. For a moment Alexander had become someone he feared. 

Alexander only nodded at the General's words, catching where to find him after his work was over tomorrow. It took him a moment to realise the hand held out for him to shake, but Alexander also rose up and shook his hand. The same hand he'd shaken when both were young and lively. Manny showed up on cue to head to bed as well, which was more than fine for Alexander. He gave Manny a wave and a smile, giving the General one last grateful look. [color=662d91]"And so say the Lord. Thank you, good night. Come on Manny…wait what?"[/color] 

He had began to make his way away from the dance floor when he understood what Manny and the General had been talking about. Wild fucks, the boy who drank too much. [color=662d91]"Oh…right, right…I'm going to feel sorry for that kid in the morning."[/color] Alexander stated quietly to Manny, not elaborating on it more as he walked off the beach. It was right that the boy was too rowdy and needed to be talked to, but Alexander couldn't judge him too harsly. It just felt too familiar, too much like himself. [color=662d91]"I wonder how it feels to have a room for ourselves now. Will you miss my snoring, Manny?"[/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]

Hadn't it been for Nigel somewhat voluntarily taking care of Hunter - that one was very much up for debate in whether he had chosen so himself or been forced to take the choice because nobody else cared - he would have been tempted to simply leave Hunter right where he was lying at the moment. The guy's incoherent ramblings about nuggets, America, taxes and more fuck nuggets only reciprocated shrugs of disbelief from the Neo-Roman. Some part of him was glad he himself hadn't been the one to drink his sorrows away in Erica's absence, though the teacher in him made him feel responsible for Hunter's well-being. 

Nigel wasn't about to play by Hunter's rules however, leaning over the drunkard and giving him a stern look as he was getting sick and tired of this Greek tragedy. [color=#B8860B]"Forget about the cursed nuggets already, and get up on your feet."[/color] Nigel told him sternly, though Cook's words made him regret giving off such a hard tone. As Morales returned with the promised bowl of oatmeal, Nigel sighed and hung his head forwards, thinking about what Cook had just said. [color=#B8860B]"I guess you are right…we've all become something less out there. Thanks you two."[/color] 

Kneeling down beside Hunter again, Nigel held out his hand for Hunter to take it and sit up straight for once. It was probably best to get some food down while they were still outside, and later Nigel could get Hunter back wherever he was sleeping. [color=#B8860B]"People are like that, errare humanum est. Our fault as human beings. That is not for you to think about at this moment, young Venandi. Now get up from the ground and eat this, and I'll get you to your bed. And yes that is an order."[/color] 

While waiting to see if Hunter would actually do as told or not, Nigel noticed the second person in this whole maelstrom pass down towards the dance floor. Nikki, who ended up dancing with someone else as the party winded down ever more with the enveloping darkness. Nigel sighed - he had sighed a lot that night come to think of it, he probably sounded like a fed-up philosopher with students asking too many stupid questions. While sure didn't want Hunter to watch Nikki dance away with someone else, he still wanted to have some fun himself. After Erica had called it an early night that had been difficult. Hopefully she was feeling better tomorrow.