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[h3][color=662d91][i][b]Alexander Polawski[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Administration (A)
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	Another day waking up to the sound of a full-blown reveille, another day of Alexander waking up with a long sigh and heavy head with bushy hair. Except that he was not a soldier in basic training anymore, but an old man. He was fortunate to be who he was that day, both familiar with the damned trumpet blasting everyone awake and being old enough to wake up early anyway. Some younger man might not take the horn-music as lightly. Didn't stop him from saying something less than child-friendly as he awake. Some things never changed, did they? Well his leg and walk had changed, but for that he didn't curse anymore.

	The rest of the morning was far more enjoyable, if not exciting. Alexander read from the piece of paper pushed under his door, looking forward to the coming events of the day - Breakfast, work, the visit to the cemetary and free-time activeties. Only one thing on the paper made him swallow hard, thankful he had the room alone. Therapy. Alexander would spend most of the morning tearing himself apart over it. Should he attend or not? He knew people would want him to "get some help", he wasn't stupid. They were probably right, but something dark in the back of his mind told him he could deal with it himself. 

	Alexander fought that proverbial skirmish all the way till he said goodbye to whoever he had eaten breakfast with, mostly likely Manny, and made his way over to his first assignment in Camp Mexico Beach. The walk over to Administration nice, made him grow accustomed to his fancy leg. It welcomed a new start for Alexander, even with the darkness skulking in the back of his mind. Passing several people milling about, Alexander nodded and smiled back to those friendly enough in the morning rush. Inside he couldn't help but overhear the older woman overload Gunny with requests and information. It was just like the old army days, wasn't it? 

	The old veteran stood silently at the side of the long desk, waiting for Gunny to be done with the old woman before he would make his presence overtly known. In the end though he would probably have to say something, something simple. [color=662d91]"Gunny, sir? Alexander Polawski, I am to report to you for my assignment."[/color] 


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[h3][color=B8860B][i][b]Nigel Cooper[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=B8860B]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Hydroponic Gardens (T)
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	Whatever that infernal noise that could only have been produced by the very hounds of Hades themselves actually was, Nigel was in no state to answer as he was awoken by the reveille. Unlike the old veteran who had listened to the same morning call in his younger years, Nigel hadn't had the pleasure of getting used to it. Nigel struggled to open his eyes as he covered his ears, wondering why they were tormenting him like this. Then it hit him - He had chosen to stay in an Army camp, run by the military as a semi-military society. As he got out of bed and get dressed for the new day in Camp Mexico Beach, he questioned himself why he hadn't anticepated the horns. The damned horns. 

	With no answer in sight, the neo-Roman had turned to the slip of paper slid under his door. Simple and reasonable enough. He was to report to someone called Sparrow at the gardens for his assignment, neither of which rang any bells in his head. Who was Sparrow again, and why the gardens? The names had been plenty the last week and he hadn't spent much time doing gardening since he lived at his parents' farm back home in Washington. He didn't mind though, he was sure to do his best at getting his fingers green and dirty. In regards to this Sparrow, he would have to wait and see. 

	Nigel "Hadrian" didn't say much during breakfast, but not because the food itself was any bad. After last night's escapades with social blunders being made - mostly Hunter to be honest- Nigel was starting to feel the sense of isolation that Erica's absence was causing him. He even contemplated if he should sit and eat with Hank and Wayne, but he decided to get some well-deserved space from the two grumps. The activeties he found listed on the bulletin board were in that case tempting, at least some of them. Perhaps quilting or some games, or just a good book? Oh yes, getting back to knowing and trusting people wasn't easy. It was made easier when he had been applied with the [i]Sportacus[/i] label. 

	With breakfast consumed and free-time activeties pondered on, Nigel made his way to the Hydroponic Gardens as instructed by the piece of paper. It was the smell that hit him first, early as bad as the big stink little Jamie had made back in Quarantine. The gardens and greenhouse was a more impressive sight to behold, even if it was certainly Spartan. Standing over by the shed and looking over a clipboard, Nigel recognised the woman who must have been codenamed "Sparrow" - Thana. The badly-scarred woman, closely connected with Ash the army man. While he didn't know much about her, anything really, he had to have respect for someone with those scars and still living. [color=#B8860B]"Good morning, Sparrow I presume?"[/color] Nigel asked Thana, stepping up to her and giving her a polite nod. Okay, time to attempt a good first-impression.  [color=#B8860B]"Not the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, but still looks solid. Nigel Cooper, I'm to report to you for the week. Hope I can be of any use to you and everyone."[/color]