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[h3][color=662d91][i][b]Alexander Polawski[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b][/i] General Housing/Apartment 1C(M7)
[i][b][color=662d91]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	His fellow Baby Boomer was not the only one who thought their turbulent relationship to be quite amusing when one thought about it. They had come a long, long way since their first encounter in the Hell that was Eden. Arms held tightly around Manny, Alexander had no trouble picturing the scene from so many months ago; the group descending the stairscase, having just lost their beloved Kiwi moments earlier and now pressing forward. Out of the whole group, Alexander had been the one to keep watch over the self-proclaimed prisoner, or as Thalia so-well put it, "bitch detail."

	Manny had grown to become more than mere "bitch detail." The fellow old man hugging Alexander back, perfectly answering back at ol' Mugsy's remark, was the damn best dentist in the world he knew. He'd saved his life…and was his friend, through bad or worse. Freedman's words echoed in the back of his mind, intermingleling with Manny's words of friendship. Pulling away, Alexander returned the smile to Manny, taking a deep breath and looking at him. [color=662d91]"Probably somewhere practicing experimental dentistry on someone a whole lot uglier than me, if you ask me."[/color] Alexander answered as serious as he could, before chuckling at clapping him on his shoulder, shaking his head. [color=662d91]"Nah, our paths crossed for a reason, I hope. But we're here now, and that's what matters."[/color] 

	The Trial, yes, it was fast approaching. Alexander sighed, remembering the very thing that had brought him to the Chapel in the first place. No, he had to be there. For who? He didn't know. [color=662d91]"Give me a minute, and I'll tag along with you. Got to get into some dry clothes first. I'm looking like a wet cat thrown into Lake Michigan."[/color] 

	Alexander was quick - well, as quick as an old-ass man with one good leg - in changing into something dry. He looked quite modest as he reunited with Manny, his hair drier after applying a towel in all haste. Compared to how he looked not fifteen minutes earlier, he looked quite presentable. [color=662d91]"Okay, let's get going. Got an umbrella or something, or we're making a run for it?"[/color] Alexander asked Manny, not keen to head outside again, or any of the following events of that day. He would have to steel himself, become the barrier within himself once again, toughen up his defences and so fourth. Whatever may lay in that trial, Alexander would follow Manny there. 

	The point of no return. 


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[h3][color=B8860B][i][b]Nigel Cooper[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=B8860B]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Towards the Mess Hall -> Education Center (M)
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	Nigel had to nod along to Volts as they got out of the Gymnasium and towards the Mess Hall for a well-deserved lunch. [color=#B8860B]"You can say that again. Well, both of those points. Women are ferocious warriors when they are allowed to, and arrogance the folly of Man. I'll be careful to learn from her, and perhaps my fortune will be better once I've got a good sword in my hand."[/color] Nigel commented to Volts, as if they were in the middle of a highly academic discussion on the topic of Eastern Mediteranian trade in the post-Alexander era. Hopefully Nigel's outward portrayel was not too theatric as had pushed away many a layman before. 

	From the sounds of it, Camp Mexico Beach had had their fair share of disabled survivors, at least those able to put up a good fight regardless of their weaknesses. A wheelchair-bound gladiator? [color=#B8860B]"Sounds like he'd be quite the show for Caligua back in the day, but such a man garners respect from me. Deception is a powerful card to hold in war."[/color] Into the pouring rain would have been a pleasent change of climate after their time in the Gymnasium, had it not been for the temperature being a fiend that day. [color=#B8860B]"…I'm not sure I'm getting soaked or sweating in this weather. Come on, better get to…Oh bother, I'm supposed to be at the Trial soon! Maybe catch said lunch later? Thanks for the fight, Volts, will look forward to our sparring next time."[/color] 

	Nigel began a steadfast jog through the rain, making his way towards the Education Center, hoping to get more time inside to dry himself. If that was realistic or not, only time would tell. The same went for the Great Trial awaiting them later on. Nigel was unable to refrain from picturing what the trial would look like, his only reference points from TV and his studies of Roman law. Military law was another matter all together. Where would Nigel be placed in all of this? Only time would tell. 

	Soon Nigel stood inside, a roof keeping the treacherous rain from launching onagers of liquid death upon him. Nigel was dripping with rain water, or sweat, or both. He had no idea which. Clearly he was not the only one who was called fourth to attend this important event in CMB. He recognized Amelia and Thalia also standing inside, one he had a much more intimate relationship with. Literary. Running his hand through his not-so-bald scalp after having it shaved first day of Quarantine, Nigel approached Thalia out of habit. [color=#B8860B]"This will be an interesting day, don't you think? Good fight, thanks again. Next time I'll pay it back."[/color]