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[h3][color=662d91][i][b]Alexander Polawski[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b][/i] CMB Graveyard (Bus)
[i][b][color=662d91]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	The presence of his dearly beloved Angel with more force grown up inside of her than most people he'd known, with few strong exceptions, went unnoticed by old Mugsy as he looked out the window for a good second or two. Yes he could see her in the edge of his sight and hear her speak to him in her restrained Boston voice, but he didn't respond immediatly. The thoughts that had haunted him during his time in the cemetery, followed him most of his life actually, they had drowned her out. 

	[color=662d91]"Hm?"[/color] Alexander mumbled from his absentmindedness , turning around and looking at Thalia sitting in the bus seat and looking as deadpan as she ever did. He didn't judge her though, they all had a lot to process, not the least her. [color=662d91]"Yeah, sure thing Angel. Uncle Sam still need us after all."[/color] He quiped, stiffling a sigh and straightening himself up in the seat. "Pull yourself together, old man." he'd tell himself, just like Sergaent Jackson would have told him, like so many others in his life told him. Be a man and all that. Judith was the only one who didn't listen to that bullshit, because she listened to him.

	As the bus starting up again with everyone seated and accounted for, the thought of therapy crossed Alexander's mind again…maybe it was a good idea after all.

	Manny also found his way over to Alexander, sitting beside him and giving the usual optimistic commentary the post-apocalyptic dentist Alexander knew him for. And that smile, that stupid smile of his which somehow helped. Did dentists smile as much as Manny did? Alexander couldn't remember. [color=662d91]"I don't know. It is sure a lot better to give them a proper burial. Helps us moving on as they move to God. We can only do our best to, quote; "not fuck up", as my old sergeant Jackson always told us."[/color] Alexander said to Manny, taking a deep breath in of fresh air-conditioned air that filled him with new vigour. It was unusal for him to mention someone from his military past, especially by name, but it had happened. 

	Almost as unusal was for Thalia to thank everyone on the bus the way she did. Alexander turned to look at her again, pulling the side of his lip into a smile and nodding to her compassionatly. [color=662d91]"Yeah, thanks everyone, and you…"[/color] It was emotional, without any doubt it was for everyone. Losing someone never got easier. Alexander patted Manny on his shoulder and reached the palm of his hand out to Thalia to do as she wished. 

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[h3][color=B8860B][i][b]Nigel Cooper[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=B8860B]Location:[/color][/b][/i]  Streets of CMB (N5) -> Administration (A)
[i][b][color=B8860B]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	Things were far too lax there? Nigel didn't show it in a massive spectacle of disbelief, but he didn't quite understand what Thana was going on about. The neo-Roman had some trouble seeing how much more stricter the security of Camp Mexico Beach, having been through it himself after having spent as much time out in the undead wild as he had. As they kept walking through the streets of CMB, Nigel couldn't help but compare that experience to someone stepping out of the Nubian Desert into the grand cities of the pharaoes for the first time. 

	Perhaps that was why he didn't see what Thana saw? He had to admit he'd grown softer those past days in quarantine and within the safety of sturdy walls. Perhaps Thana was right, Nigel certainly knew to what lenghts they themselves had gone in order to keep their own settlement safe. Kept people outside, starving and freezing, their lives dictacted by the dead that followed them…Would he need to harden himself again?

	Thankfully Thana quiped back more cheerfully about the children and their training. Nigel had to chuckle in surprise alongside her, giving the black haired kid a second look as they passed. Impressive was the least he could say of the thought that a lone kid could disarm Gregory…whoever this Gregory was, which he couldn't recall. Just like Thana it seemed, they were trained from a very young age. [color=#B8860B]"Well about you I'm not surprised, but those younglings? Sounds like they've recieved the best of both Athenian and Spartan education. My pa' mostly taught me how to smith horse shoes, shovelheads and the like. It would be an honour to teach them if I'm placed in Education."[/color] Nigel admitted, hoping to teach them proper sword-fighting techniques and warfare of the Ancient world.

	Nigel followed Thana closely as they finally reached their destination - the Administration building, again blessed with the modern marvel of air-conditioning and the less modern shade. Of course it was quite the enviromental change to Nigel's body once he stepped inside, but it thanked him sooner rather than later. An older looking lady sat filing her nails like a certain librarian had done at his campus back in the day. Nigel couldn't place that lady either, and let Thana once again do the talking for both of them. She knew what they were doing after all, he was just her slave. 

	Voluntary slave…no, didn't sound any better.