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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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	Social skills like a cactus in a balloon factory. Alexander nodded in silence to Manny's description of Hunter, finding it oddly befitting the young soldier who didn't know when to keep his mouth shut and do as one was told. Again, part of him couldn't not fault him for it, for Alexander had been there in his shoes once as a youngster himself. Age really did put things into perspective, didn't it. He could only imagine how he'd react to being put in a figurative box for all to gaze upon with scrutinizing questions wonder if his rash temper would get the better of him like it did towards his father, or he'd retreat into his mental shell as he'd done for so many years. Thankfully he wasn't in that box. Not then, and not now. 

	The old veteran himself didn't utter another word after his brief conversation with Manny, his eyes going back and forth across the room when the session continued. More witnesses, more questions, more answers, and they had only just started with the charge of Gross Insubordination after the whole wafting of picking up dog shit. Even Alexander raised a brow at this, but he understood it as the military just being thourough. The AAR Maddoc gave under questioning sure was a thourough one. 

	Once it was Alexander's turn to be called up, he felt the same black hole open up in his chest like so many times before. A hole of black force, throwing itself against his defences. They held, and the one-legged Mugsy walked up to take the stand and answer the same questions asked before. To most he would have looked calm and collected, but he gripped whatever he could hold onto tightly as he spoke. [color=662d91]"In all honesty, I have very little to say about my first meeting with Hunter…Mr. Monroe. I was not close enough to overhear the conversation we're talking about, limping behind the others in my group towards the huey, with the help of Mr. Newman. Frankly, I gave the young man very little thought at that time…The only thing I can comment on is Mr. Monroe's attachment to his dog,. Thinking back on it, presumed it was one of those things that happened when meeting living people again after so long…"[/color] 

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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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	Nigel too was finding the amount of detail the court proceedings went into to be unexpected, but found sound reasoning behind it in true Roman fashion. Logic had to be put into use, and a logical turn of events had to be established in order to weigh Hunter's true nature. From the questioning about his apparent disdain from cleaning up after his beloved canine companion with used bags, which to Nigel gave a curious look but nothing more, they soon dvelved into what he belived to be more serious charge. The one Nigel thought would stick more than a mere accusation - a most certainly real one, of course - of disordly conduct. 

	Gross Insubordination. An Uocatur, one starting with their very first meeting of chance out in the Florida country. 

	When it was Nigel's turn to be called, he returned to the stand he'd taken when he had answered before. The second time he walked up to it, he felt more worried. Not for himself, but for Hunter, even if he knew Justice had to run her due course. From what had been said about the young, troubled soldier by the others, his unfavoured toungue showed itself from the very moment they all met around that helicopter. Threats, talks of cannibalism and disregard for the others survivors…all for his dog? Taking the stand, Nigel pretty much confirming what already had been said. 

	[color=#B8860B]"I entered the audible range of Hunter about the same time as Wayne, coming up behind him alongside Erica and Hank. Hunter spoke about other people using kittens as a trick to…Well, seem friendly, I assumed. I thought someone, that being Hunter, was talking either hyperbolically or with an unsound mind. To me, it seems we all responded quite differently to seeing a helicopter filled with survivors land right before our eyes. I hoped, as we were handing over our belongings before being taken to CMB, that Hunter wouldn't do anything stupid and get himself killed. Afterwards we all went to the newly arrived bus and took our seats, Hunter in the far back with Izibell. To me he didn't seem like a threat to me personally, though I did wonder how he would fare, even with a 95 % acceptence rate."[/color]