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rocketrobie2Alexander Polawski
Location: Camp Mexico Beach: H6 Quarantine (Conference Room)
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Day 4: Alexander had to smile at Thalia's seal of approval as he had just gotten a new leg, himself having equally been impressed by Tesla's and Volt's handy work. It was sure as hell a lot better than the duct-taped piece of wood they'd managed to put together, didn't make as much noise either. Alexander grinned at Thalia and her square dancing-comment, finding himself a place to sit as she was getting her own little toy. "I might be up and mobile again, Thalia, but you'll be sorry when you see me dancing. It ain't a pretty sight, I can tell you that. With or without the foot. " Alexander joked back to his soon-to-be two-armed friend again, watching the arm being mounted on her and how it all worked. It wasn't magic, but the Army always had the fanciest toys in Mugsy's opinion.
Soon the duo had been returned to the Quarantine by Father Atticus, and Alexander was glad to be able to walk almost normally like before. Manny was obviously impressed by the whole contraption, and it looked like Alexander was joined in his walk by the little kid, to which Alexander's smile only remained brightly on his face as he watched. "It feels better than lugging around on the log, that's for sure. But I still prefer Mugsy over Terminator." He replied with a laugh, only for their new sleeping arrangement to be announced. Alexander and Manny were put together in Room 4.
Things were looking up for the group, for ol' Alexander.
Day 5: Today was another day of interview, and Alexander's name had been pulled out of the proverbial lottery machine for that day. First Tatiana had been called up and been gone for over four hours, followed by Victor, Amelia and Hunter. All of the interviews had been long, but Tatiana's was by far the longest. Alexander couldn't help but wonder what they had asked her about, and what she'd told them. It worried him. Should it worry him? The lengths did little to subside his fear. But as his turn came up and he was escorted out by Panama, he tried to force a soldierly courage upon himself like so many times before.
The Alexander that then returned from the interview one hour and 20 minutes later was a different man. Not by a long shot, but it was visible. Alexander wasn't afraid as he walked back into the Conference Room, he was relieved, yet still burdened. It must have had something to do with the interview being conducted outside in fresh air by the General himself, the whole tone of what had been more of a conversation rather than an interrogation he feared, and what words were spoken. And then there was the photograph, safe in his pocket. Relieved, yet burdened by the memories the talk brought back. But Alexander did smile as he walked back into the room with Panama, his fingers feeling the photo in his pocket. A photo of two men now long gone, one permanently and the other a fleeting image of his former self.
Day 6: The days were getting quicker by the hour it seemed. Perhaps it was the daily routine of cleaning-duty, regular meals and non-fatal activities that calmed down the old veteran's battle-hardened mind, which didn't need to comprehend everything in slow motion not to get killed by a stupid mistake? Regardless of what it was, Alexander was almost surprised when he realized their time in quarantine was nearly over, and then…then what? Were they in, or out? Some or all? Only God, and those in charge of Camp Mexico Beach, knew that.
Alexander enjoyed spending the first time of many years of respite to the best of his abilities, sitting quietly in a chair and enjoying his own company when he wasn't either watching TV with Manny or having a conversation with someone else from his group, or the others. He wasn't so occupied in either of those activities though to not notice the state in which Ash returned from his interview. Bloody and bruised, like after a rather harsh engagment with the enemy, yet smiling. How, and why? But Alexander asked him not, Ash's silence to Hank asking him was more answer than anything.
It don't mean nothin'.
Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper
Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Conference Room)
Skills: N/A
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Day 4: The game of pool proceeded as well as one could have imagined it to go with Nigel being left alone with Hunter for the half an hour Erica was gone. What impressed Nigel the most wasn't Hunter's skill in playing pool or anything like that, perhaps since they either were just as good or equally were horrible at the game. No, Nigel "Hadrian" had to give it to the young soldier who had spent the earlier part of the week making a fool of himself to the others; he actually behaved somewhat normally. Hunter both confirmed his name and answered Nigel's question about which school he attended. "Penn Yan? Didn't work there, but I think I've heard of it. New York, right?"
Though Nigel wasn't entirely happy with the new sleeping arrangements that had been re-shuffled. Hunter was getting better at having a normal conversation with, but Nigel was still weary of sharing a sleeping quarter with the clearly troubled man. Then again, what were the difference between Wayne and Hunter? And if Nigel could survive Wayne and his infernal farts, he would try Hunter.
Day 5: The following day brought more people away from the main body of the survivers, including Nigel's fast-becoming pool-buddy of Hunter. When Hunter had gone way for his interview though, Nigel first enjoyed the peace and quiet he got while contiuing his study of the fall of Rome in book-form, though he started to wonder what had happened when the first hour passed. Then the second, to which he would give Erica a questioning look, as if she would know. It wasn't that Hunter had been away the longest, that honour went to Tatiana. But considering what Nigel had been asked about the day before…no, he had no idea what they were talking about. At least Tatiana had a legitimate reason to lash out the way she did, Hunter had more or less snapped at a very unfortunate time. But most interviews that day took long to conclude, even the no-longer one-legged Alexander and buzz-cut Amelia, who didn't appear dangerous. Once Hunter actually returned, something was very obviously wrong with the kid. It was tempting to ask him if he was okay, but it was just as clear that giving him space was the best tactic of the day.
Day 6: By day 6 Nigel "Hadrian" was getting eager to get out in the open and stretch his wings again. Having spent a week in quarantine, locked inside a building like prisoners or slaves ready for sale, Nigel was looking forward to walking outside in the sunlight without having to fear your every step in the open. Before a roof and walls had been a blessing for his tired survivor's soul, but now it was what it was. A cage. So yes, the Neo-Roman gladiator was eager to escape the Colosseum. Whether or not it was as a part of this camp's machinery, he longed for the sun.
Nigel was still sitting in his corner and enjoying the book on Rome's fall when he took note of Hunter. Yeah, having talked to the kid and spent the night in the same bedroom made him aware of the young soldier, more than before. To his surprise, Hunter went over and apologizing to Tatiana for his behavior. Nigel was amazed, yet equally concerned. It must have been one hell of an interview the previous day. The sight of Hunter with Tatiana was countered by Ashton returning from his interview, prompting a (never) well-placed call from Hank on what he'd done then. One of those days, someone wasn't going to take Hank's words as easy anymore. Perhaps their next day in freedom would be that time?
