[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: L6 (Street outside Education Center -> Apartment 1C)
[color=662d91][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

	Alexander had to give it to Manny; for someone whod been threatened with a shotgun shoved up his backside many moons ago, he had grown to become a source of light in Alexander's social circle. He could take a verbal punch from the old veteran just like his brothers in arms had, and hit back just as hard, but more importantly just as funny. Alexander chuckled at Manny's replies, holding his hands up in front of him. [color=662d91]"Fair point. Keep my health clean and healthy, and I'll keep your big mouth safe. Deal?"[/color] Alexander proposed, giving Manny a long, good smile at their fiendship. They needed people like that in this world. Alexander needed that. 

	The old veteran too noticed poor Hunter drunk as a skunk, shaking his head at the fool he had made of himself. There wasn't anything he could do for that kid now, but perhaps later? The thought of redemption crossed Alexander's mind, but it blew away just as quickly as Manny bid him a good night. He quietly told him to sleep well too, watched Alexander walk before he himself went inside. The sight of Tesla and Shears leading the kids up the street held him back, again reminding him of the flashback he'd had earlier. Alexander gave them all a small wave and a smile, both knowing the horrors children never should but undoubtly had been exposed to, and hoping their future was brighter than his own. 

	Perhaps they'd want some gum? He wanted to give them some gum.	

	Alexander finally entered the General Housing and slowly waddled over to his own room. The key was still in his pocket, alongside the photograph he'd been given earlier. He pulled out both, looking at the image of himself and his long-gone comrade and friend. So many memories of that California kid with the sun in his eyes. And the other one? A long-lost Chicago kid the cold winter wind in his back. A long call from today, but the memories remained. Who knew what kinds of memories the General's photographs would bring back. 

	He sighed to himself, locking himself in his bedroom and going to bed. The photograph lay at his bedside as he kneeled before his bed and clutched the rosary around his wrist. Quietly he prayed to God to forgive him and his sins, hear his prayers and guide him in these troubling times. Before he finally put himself to bed, he lifted his head up and spoke directly to the Lord above, a tear running down his cheek. [color=662d91]"And Lord? Please, if you can, tell Judith I love her. Amen."[/color] 

	Then ol' Mugsy went to bed and fell asleep.


[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: L10-> L6 (Apartment 3C)
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	The answers given to Nigel on the nature of Hunter's probably reprimands echoed in his mind, still following the drunk boy up the street to wherever he was to sleep. Their words rang louder than whatever Hunter was trying to mumble to his Roman baby-sitter. Again he agreed with the need for some form of punishment for this kind of behaviour, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for Hunter in general. Perhaps miserable was too strong a word to decribe the young soldier who didn't have anyone, but Nigel felt it still fit. Only time would tell if he could be transformed to something more civilised. 

	Nigel kept careful watch over Hunter's stumbling towards the General housing, noting the two older gentlemen looking back at them in the distance. The one with a fake leg and burdened mind from what he gathered, and his friend. He knew very little about them, but they had been with Thalia and Beatrice when they came here, and from that he figured they were a tough bunch. The older guard of the Roman republic, the Triarii so to speak. Perhaps it would be in his interest to learn from his elders, wiser and more experience as they should be? 

	Nigel followed Hunter inside and made sure he got as close and safely to his sleeping quarters as Nigel was allowed to go. He nearly missed Hunter giving him a muttered "Thanks", looking back at him with a half-smile. [color=#B8860B]"You're welcome. See you in the morning."[/color] Nigel replied, though sure that the kid wasn't going to remember a single word in the morning. 

	And like that, Nigel was standing alone again. It was dark outside, and as Nigel made his way back to his own quarters he felt a little darkness penetrate his flesh as well. But he would endure like the soldier he was, just from another time. He locked himself inside his room and sat down at the bed, for a good while staring blankly out into empty space and simply reflecting on tonight's events. Many things had happened, many words had been spoken, but only the future would reveal their effects. How would he fit into this new society? Would he find new companions like some already had, where would Erica be in all of this, and would things ever be the same? Nigel fell asleep with these thoughts running through his mind, his body still unfamiliar with the comfort of a bed and safety of sturdy walls.