Alexander Polawski
Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room) -> H6 (In Front of W Parking Lot For X -> Apartment 1C)
Skills: N/A
Alexander couldn't help but smile and chuckle a little at the mention of Thana doing some singing at the aforementioned beach party, slowly standing up on his one god-given leg and the one prosthetic the egg-head monkey-wrenches had put together for him - That was a compliment, he truly thought highly of them for that. Alexander stood on his legs and slowly made his way outside, walking beside Manny on their way to their first taste of fresh air in a long time! Most of them, Alexander and Thalia had in the very least walked to Fabrication earlier, though this was different. Tempted to ask Thana herself, Alexander held his request back watching her and Ash hold hands. He smiled, at least some things turned out right.
"I think so. If not, better start getting ready for it. I think we'll be fine here, Manny. Just fine." Alexander said back to his fellow Baby-boomer, giving him a smile as well as they walked out.
"What are the chances she'll sing some good ol' Stones for us, do you think?" Alexander asked Manny back in a chuckling whisper, before feeling the wall of humid air hit his face as well.
"Yeah, it's awful like that for the first days and weeks. Then you'll get used to it, but you will. You can imagine how Saigon must have felt like…" Alexander explained to Manny, his more relaxed mind allowing him to blurt out one of the many words he hadn't said in a long, long time. A shiver ran down his spine as he realized it, but looking back at Manny, he saw only a friend getting onboard a tram. Safe, was he safe? Alexander looked at the tram and Manny for a good moment, breathing in and getting onboard it beside Manny. He was still there, nothing bad happened because of the S-word…
Alexander grabbed the seat beside Manny, holding onto it to stabilize himself as he looked up at his dentist-friend, hopefully for life.
"Now we're starting to become retirees. Just like I imagined." Alexander chuckled halfway to Manny, putting on the smile as he payed attention to their little tour of the camp. Fabrication he recognized, but the others not so much. He was sure to do so soon though, as they were shown their new homes. Home, a proper home, not seeking shelter in a abandoned home like vagrants. Alexander accepted the keys with much gratitude, thanking Atticus with a
"Thank you, Father." as he was told who he was living with. Manny, thankfully, and two others.
"Cards at night, sounds like a nice bunch. It'll be nice, right Manny?"Locking himself in his new room, Alexander took a few steps inside the door and simply took in the view around him. This humble abode was not just a room. It was clean, well-kept all thing considered. Nobody had looted or loitered in there. This was his. Home. Alexander slumped down on his new bed, careful not to lose his key as warned by Atticus. Even his old stuff were there, including a certain mug he found a long time ago. Alexander pulled it out and held it up before him, reading the text printed on the mug that made him smile. This was his mug, the legendary one.
"You're lucky I only have one foot, or I'd be kicking your ass right now." This was his mug, and this was his bed. His home. The old veteran could like this. Sitting alone in his room with the mug in his hand, he just felt thankful for being this lucky.
And he cried.
Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper
Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room) -> H6 (In Front of W -> Apartment 3C)
Skills: N/A
Nigel looked at Erica with an obviously fake look of digust, gasping dramatically before ending his reaction with a laugh.
"What, you too now? You've been too much around Wayne and Hank. I do in fact not have a stick up my ass!" Nigel laughed to Erica, knowing she was teasing him and finding a job in it. Yeah, perhaps he did have a stick up his ass. It had kept him alive all those years up until now. Not the stick…his attitude they meant? The cold shoulder he'd given to Robert way back in the swamps? Perhaps they had a point.
As Erica showed him her own note and suggested occupation, Nigel gave her a smile of approval.
"You too. If it is what it sounds like, we might get some normality back into our lives again." Nigel told her, following her lead to get up on his feet as the were told to exit Quarantine. Finally, they would be allowed outside. Nigel had begun to feel like a sentry guard stuck up on the walls of a besieged city, watching the enemy army fleeing the field of battle and the gush of fresh, free air blow past him. Freedom. Well some freedom, but it was a start.
The wall of humid air hit Nigel as well, regretting the overly-comfortable enviroment he'd gotten used to over the week. While it hadn't made him weak, this was not a step in the right direction if he was going to have trouble living in Camp Mexico Beach. And he wasn't going to be seen as weak. Even if he was going to be a teacher here, he was going to prove himself to these people. He was Roman after all, or Neo-Roman, wasn't he?
Nigel "Hadrian" was late to take seat in the tram, letting most others get in first and then Erica, before he joined her in the seat next to her. He didn't say much during the drive, simply taking in the view, remembering the sights pointed out to them and trying to get used to the humidity the best he could. Nigel payed special attention to the buildings designated at "Education", where he hopefully would end up working. This was the first school he'd seen with an outside swimming pool, Florida-style. It was all a lot to take in, literary. Even more so when Daytona pulled up to what would be their living quarters; their homes.
He didn't argue with the philosophy with the strict rules for keys and locks, they didn't have the comfort of extra keys those days. Not that he would have planned on trying to pull something like that off. His own room, even with sharing the common areas with two strangers? This is a big improvement from the fishing store he had shared with Erica, Wayne and Hank back in the swamp. Better than anything he'd had after the End really. He was sure he could survive Roy, sarcasm was something he'd lived with for a while now. And teach Mizrahi some English? While he wasn't qualified to teach English, he would be happy to try. It was one way of getting to know people here, not become an outcast. Nigel accepted the key from Atticus, making his way inside to find what would become his room for now. Again it was a whole lot better than anything he'd had since the world went to Hades. Nigel didn't need a lot of time in his room, going through his room and his returned belongings, knowing well that his sword and armour still was under locks. When the 30-day period was over, he would make sure that he could get his Gladius back in the very least. He still had to show it to Hunter and Erica.
"Pax intrantibus, salus exeuntibus. Welcome home, Nigel…"
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