[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach, Florida, the Bus -> Quarantine (Showers)
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]N/A[/center][hr][hr]

A chapel overlooking the gulf? Yeah, that sounded very approriate for the catholic Mugsy. Holding the bag in one hand he fiddled with his own rosary with the other, the corner of his mouth pulling into a small smile at the thought of finding some peace there. For a man who had only found religion once he actually became an adult in mind and not only age, it didn't sound too bad. Neither did the sight as they finally exited the bus make him worry too much, except the previous men holding guns around them. They were making sure the newcomers didn't go fuck themselves. Fair enough. 

Alexander limped his way into the motel after the others to first enter, his earlier practice with his redneck-pegleg having paid off now that he was without a crutch to assist him. Manny was more than enough, but in an effort to not look the part of an useless old man - like he so many times viewed himself as in his own mind - he walked by himself. Alexander followed Atticus and the other men, giving one last look at Thalia and Beatrice as they parted for the first time in eternity. Atticus told them that they were to undress, shower and shave, and change into less moth-ridden clothes. Alexander only needed to look down to realize he had one question, which he asked Atticus. [color=662d91]"Can I keep my leg on, Father? Easier for me to keep it on rather than...you know, taking it off and on again."[/color] Atticus gave a confirming nod back to the old veteran, who proceeded to as was told. Undress and start washing.

[color=662d91]"Oh...Holy mother of Jesus..."[/color] Alexander couldn't keep back, washing for the first time since the Beginning of Time his face, hair and dirty hands. Had been far too long since he had gotten a good shave, something he hadn't prioritized with life and death being ever-present and all that jazz. But this? It was Heaven! Alexander finishing his cleansing, thankful that his group's redneck engineering had made his pegleg water-proof enough. Dressed in the dressing gown, robe and one slipper, he too dropped his bag with his clothes in the corner like the three others had. One was Ash, the guy Thalia had talked and knew was the earlier leader of the previous group, another man who looked more like Ben Hur than anything else and the two other older men. The last two looked more like best friends than not, but it was Ash that asked the first question, one which he should have known would be asked. Military? If Alexander trusted Thalia and Beatrice, could he trust Ash too?...maybe.

[color=662d91]"Not in a very, very long time. Not that it matters, really."[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=#B8860B]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach, Florida, the Bus -> Quarantine (Showers)
[color=#B8860B]Skills: [/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

So that was how it was going to be? Not only had the Athenian priest learned of the lovely nickname for Nigel "Hadrian" from the only one or two he knew bothered to keep up the charade, but did so in Latin! He wasn't sure whether he should be even more annoyed at the growing fan-club of his name, or impressed to be around someone who actually new Latin. Nigel "Hadrian" leaned heavier on the first, though he couldn't completely reject the latter. Had been far too long since he had practiced his Latin, even if he had hoped to teach Erica some, if she'd want. 

"Hadrian" followed Atticus and the other men out of the bus and towards the motel, standing tall and proud in face of a sort of 'walk-of-shame'. The dirty plebs, off to get washed as to be presentable to the Patricians. Not that he minded getting a good wash, he minded their armed escorts. All in the name of safety he guessed. Wayne and Hank were enjoying themselves more than enough, while Nigel "Hadrian" tried to remain as neutral as he could. 

But even the Neo-Roman had to admit defeat against the forces of hot water, soap and proper shaving, resting his shoulder with ease as he became cleaner than he had been before Spartanburg. Perhaps not enjoying it as much as Wayne, but it was damn close. Nigel just kept his mouth shut a bit more. Especially when after getting re-dressed and disposing of his clothing, Hank had to mention the History Channel to Atticus and Maddog, but Nigel only shook his head in disbelief, while commenting their deja-vu banter. [color=#B8860B]"...for future reference, I really don't want to know."[/color]. The younger of the two other unknown men asked them if any were military, to which the one-legged guy gave a cryptic answer. [color=#B8860B]"No Sir, just skilled with swords, shields and books. I take it you were?"[/color]