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rocketrobie2Alexander Polawski
Location: Camp Mexico Beach: H6 Quarantine (Conference Room -> Sleeping quarters, Room 4)
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The well-being of Manny was something Alexander took serious, knowing from personal experience that the curse of age rarely favoured one's physical attributes, and could equally waste away one's mental well-being as well as restore it. It all depended on how screwed up you'd become in your youth and how you dealt with it afterwards, in Alexander's personal opinion. One which he clearly wasn't ready to share with anyone in the room, but his care for Manny would be a showing of it, so to speak. Alexander leaned in close as Manny spoke in a hushed voice about his concerns, nodding to what he said. "Let us hope for the best, but prepare for the worst then. Not much else we can do at this point, really…I don't know Manny…" Alexander could only answer feebly, trying not to think too much about it. But should he? It was a possibility. "Let's pray that we all get clearance, and this week in quarantine has been the worst hurdle of our journey."
Alexander had leaned back at this point when he stopped to looked with a surprised look at Manny, and smiling a little. Manny, a fighter? "Trouble with your patients, Denist Newman?" Alexander had to chuckle at the idea, but seeing how Manny had survived with the group didn't put the thought of Manny as a fighter far off. Alexander didn't respond to him at first, however, noticing what was going on with little Jamie. At first he began to laugh, but his laughter subsided at Manny's words of not having children. He forced a smile, but inside the words stung.
It was a good thing that they soon were told to head for their quarters, as Alexander's enjoyment of social interaction was rapidly declining. And he was tired, already so much had happened. Perhaps the briefing had drained him the most, or his new leg and adjusting to it? Alexander didn't want to dwell on that, and got up from his seat to make his way to his and Manny's room. There wasn't much Alexander wanted to say as he walked, except for a kind nod to Beatrice and Thalia as a sign of "good night girls", before he went to his bed. It was the same procedure as the nights before, now with the added prosthetic leg to take off. Soon Alexander knelt beside his bed, quietly praying once last time for the day as something he'd began doing again, before climbing back into bed. He wanted to sleep fast, he needed to. But before he closed his eyes and drifted off to another dream-filled sleep of past memories, Alexander said to Manny "Whatever happens tomorrow, whoever is allowed a place here or not, I think…I think we need to take it calmly, as God intends it. The decision probably already made, it's out of our hands. But I pray that whatever happens, it is for the best. For a better tomorrow…if He will's it. Good night, Manny."
Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper
Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Conference Room -> Sleeping quarters, Room 6)
Skills: N/A
Skills: N/A
Nigel had to give Erika an impressed look at her defence of the importance of the Classical Mediterranean civilizations in Jamie's future curriculum, nodding both in agreement and approving of her words as he couldn't help but hold back a hushed laughter. Both of Erica and the little biological warfare Wayne was dealing with. "Then you can deal with the roudy kids at the start, and I can pick up where you left later on. Deal?" Nigel suggested jokingly to Erica, looking at her with a smile on his face as he saw she watched the tv, not him, and lowered his hand he had prepared to shake hers with. Still, it was quite amusing.
The gladiator duel that was taking place in the middle of the Conference room was still going on, with the one-handed lady being the clear winner of this first skirmish between friendly foes. Nigel "Hadrian" had to agree that it was probably a good idea for some training like that, and who knew? If he was accepted into Camp Mexico Beach, perhaps he could teach some the art of swordsmanship in return? Guns were good and all, but a good sword of steel would never let you down. Unless you were clumsy, like Nigel…For now Nigel didn't pick a fan favourite of the two fighting, perhaps next time.
When Hank left the couch surfers to be a dad, to Nigel's surprise, Nigel looked back at Mel Brooks movie still running on the tv. It was still okay, perhaps he really needed to unwind a little and not take it too seriously? Maybe. That would have to wait for the next day, as the Major ordered them all to their bunks for the night. Tomorrow, probably wouldn't be any unwinding then either way, regardless of what happened. Either they were all accepted and began their next step in integrating into the military society, or only some were and tensions would run high. Nigel looked back at Erica, giving her a smile back as she bid him farewell. "You too, Erica. Good night. In somnis veritas." Nigel said back to Erika, getting up on his feet and making his way to his and Hunter's room. On the way, he wondered what would be of the two fighting girls, Beatrice and Thalia was it? He hadn't payed much attention, but something was up…speaking of which, Nigel would ask Hunter as he got in his bed. "So, you've had a pretty decend day today, haven't you?" he asked the young soldier from his bed, closing his eyes and falling asleep while wondering about tomorrow. Not really worrying, but thinking of the possiblities, good or bad. On which side of the wall would Nigel end up on? The inside or outside? And would it be on his own accord, or against his wishes?
Tomorrow, the die would be cast.
