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[h3][color=662d91][i][b]Alexander Polawski[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b][/i]  Education Center: Auditorium (M)
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	Forehead wrinkled up with his well-worn frown and sweaty hands firmly placed underneath his bum, Alexander did his best to not attract any attention towards himself. Not that he liked being the center of attention anymore since before the joyous days of the late 60's and early 70's, said attention back then either existing in the form of either NVA/VC ambushes and AK47 gunfire, or war protesters looking upon their fellow countrymen as baby killers and war criminals. God, he was barely in his 20's - how the fuck was he supposed to know it would be that bad? No, Alexander preferred the leave the spotlight for those who revelled in it. 

	Well, not that Hunter and the others enjoyed it much themselves. This was not a day of celebrating their survival, after all. Most days Alexander had found a sense of purpose, especially sorting through the military archive Aeron had set up. Now with ol Mugsy's help, it was getting sorted out - even his own thoughts, so to speak. The contrast to what Alexander then felt sitting there, feeling uncomfortable attending the trial, was tangiable. 

	No, keep breathing. Like Tatiana had told him, like Judith had told him…keep breathing, and you'll get through this you son of a bitch…Yes Sergeant Jackson, Sir! 

	Alexander's attention snapped to the Roman actor, teacher…toothpick fellow who'd taken the stand and begun to answer the questions like the dutiful schoolboy he was. 

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[h3][color=B8860B][i][b]Nigel Cooper[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=B8860B]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Auditorium (M)
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	If a look could kill, Nigel would have sent a volley of pilas through Wayne's fake cough, clearly not out of reach of the dynamic duo's verbal tormenting even in a court of law. Nigel sighed quietly, taking a deep breath as he had to stay focused on the matters of law, justice and truth to the best of his abilities. The neo-Roman looked at the Professor as she read up the charges once again pressed against Hunter, directing the line of questioning towards his involvement on that night's events. Nigel took another breath as he tried to formulate his testimony as best he could, knowing the oath he was under. 

	[color=#B8860B]"Yes, I was present for said actions that night."[/color] He answered, refraining from bringing up his usual Latin jargon, even for how much he would have liked to speak precisely about the events. It felt like an entire year had passed since that night, and yet it was a mere week ago. Funny how the wheels of time spun in such mysterious ways. [color=#B8860B]"Well, I was by his side for some parts of that night. I remember him speaking with Nikki after getting said drinks, though I cannot tell what words were spoken. At this point I approached Hunter and suggested he eat something instead of drinking more, though said drink was spilled over him at this point."[/color] Nigel answered, closing his eyes for a moment and thinking hard about their conversation that had. 

	[color=#B8860B]"Hunter was…concerned about her, Nikki that is. About her lying to him, though his was in a drunken state at this point - Feeling that, in his own words, 'Society is eff-ing harder than I thought it wold be.' While Cook and Moralez brought us something for Hunter to, as they put it 'Soak up the booze', I attempted to talk him down, suggest he apologize for his behaviour in the morning. To this Hunter agreed, and for me to get him to bed after eating aforementioned oatmeal and toast from Moralez…"[/color] Nigel stopped for a moment, pursing his lips as he recalled part of the episode that had brought them all this far - the moment Hunter dropped his food, like a stubborn toddler, only bigger and drunk. 

	[color=#B8860B]"…which he held out for me to hold, I presume, though not long enough for me to catch it, before Hunter stumbled off towards the stage, falling to the side and giving up on whatever he had intended to do over there. Hunter had only eaten half of it, the rest smeared across his palm, face and the sand. It was at this point he agreed my assistance in getting him to bed. I supported Hunter back to his dwellings at the Condo, watching him enter after locking himself in and thanking me. That was the last time I saw Hunter that night, before I went back to my room myself."[/color] 

	Nigel was glad when he was finally asked to return to his seat, giving the Professor a respectful nod as he got up and walked back to Ash. It was done, his part of this play had been testamented and he would be called up again later. For the same charges, or for the other one? Whatever it was, Nigel had done his best to elaborate and be truthful, knowing Justice could only live under those circumstances. The Truth was meant to set you free, but would that ring true for Hunter as well?