[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: L9 (Street) -> L6 (Street outside Education Center)
[color=662d91][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

	As the duo of baby boomers kept their stride up the street of Mexico Beach, Alexander turned briefly around to look in the general direction of the beach. Though he didn't see anything in particular, he knew who they were leaving behind there; Thana and Thalia, their friends and the few others Alexander felt he could say he knew. As if by instinct he felt the urge to turn around, a primal fear of what could happen to them in their absence clawing in the back of his head. The rational part of his brain cast light on those primal fears however, as he once again had to remind himself that they were safe behind those walls. He would be seeing them in the morning or later. 

	They were safe. 

	Alexander wasn't safe from Manny's witty remarks though, and ol' Mugsy turned to him with a huge grin on his face. A low laughter began to come out of Alexander's mouth, before a gave Manny a well-deserved laugh. [color=662d91]"Fuck you, Manny you teeth-hoarding pixie. I was the only thing standing between whatever undead or goons out there, and your sorry ass. So don't you come knocking on my door when you pee your bed."[/color] Alexander threw back at Manny, it clearly being filled with a big dose of humour and well-meant snarkiness. As Alexander paddled on with his good foot and prostethis, he clapped Manny on the shoulder. [color=662d91]"If you're scared, I might lend you it. Only of Wednesdays though. Okay?"[/color] Alexander squeezed his friend's shoulder, letting the laughter die down with his smile still on the face of the old veteran. He'd seen some very bad shit throughout his life, but the jokes, smiles and friendliness he had witnessed that day reminded him of its importance. When you were at war in the middle of Hell on Earth, a smile and a joke could keep you marching the rest of your patrol. [color=662d91]"I think we will do just fine here, Manny. Sure hope that kid will too."[/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) -> L10
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	While Nigel had reached out with his hand in order for Hunter to grab it and get off his sorry ass, he had not expected the drunk kid to grab the oatmeal right away. Much less commence in an eating-ritual that would make the most barbaric Gaul look civilized in the eyes of a Greek king. With the one hand he had held out, Nigel slowly planted its palm straight onto his own face, a facepalm one could be so inclided as to call it. He sighed heavily, face resting in the hand as he slowly stood up. Was there no saving grace for Hunter in this Greek comedy - tragedy?

	The proposal for a wheelbarrow made Nigel turn to Morales, arms crossed and his patience growing thinner by every scoop of oatmeal. [color=#B8860B]"If he keeps going like this, he sure needs it…Oh for the love of…"[/color] Nigel began to contemplate, interrupted by Hunter's feeble attempt at standing up and walking away. To Nikki dancing with someone else? To get away from the oppressive fist of the Roman? Fleeing ridecule? Whatever the cause of flight was, it wasn't working. Nigel's face found its old companion in the palm of his hand again, cursing under his breath. Clearly he wasn't the only one who disapproved of his behavior, though Nigel had to ask about it being marked down. [color=#B8860B]"What did he mean by that? Mark it down? Is his behaviour being added to his list of debt, so to speak?"[/color]  

	Nigel couldn't really argue against such logic if that was the case. Resources were scarce, and here Hunter was wasting it just as much as he was wasted. In the ancient Roman army he might have been flogged, or worse. A different time indeed, so what was the punishment here? Nigel shook his head in disbelief, giving Cook and Morales an apologetic look as to apologize for Hunter's behaviour. In the end Nigel waved goodbye to both of them and anyone else who wached him leave with Hunter, a dissapointed father walking him unruly son home. Nigel didn't want to touch him unless he was going to fall over again, but he was ready to steady him if he must. [color=#B8860B]"Good…good Hunter, I'll follow you to your room. I hope your sober self will come find me and the others tomorrow to give us an apology. For now we just want you to get some sleep. And that oatmeal? You really shouldn't have wasted it like that."[/color]