[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color] & [color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Men's Locker Room -> Conference Room)
Skills: N/A[/center][hr][hr]

They were a colourful ragtag group of men, them in the showers, that was for sure. Seemed their guiding priest had been in the military like Alexander, Ash who had been the leader of Newnan and Hunter the youngest of them. Four soldiers of The United States Armed Forces, serving Uncle Sam wherever he'd sent them; four soldiers, yet so many different generations of war. Alexander looked at Hunter, who had been silent for the most part so far, wondering if he himself had looked so young when he first joined? He wasn't even the youngest of them all, as the old veteran noticed one of the Newnan men with a child. Was it his? 

Nigel "Hadrian" was one of those without a military background, and so far he had managed to stay alive without having to have killed people in the old world. His old self hadn't wanted that, but his new self? Things had changed, and Nigel had taken the steps he needed in order to survive. He wasn't a soldier, but a Roman. A Roman who at this point was surprised that neither Hank nor Wayne had pulled a Toga-joke on him as he wore the gown and robe. What would he have said back if they did? That at least he looked like a Roman and not a retiree? 

Alexander gave a silent nod to Atticus quoting the Bible, having heard that phrase used many a time over the years. But hadn't they managed to carve out a little kingdom out of the end times? All cleaned up and shaven, they were escorted out of the showers and further into the motel. Alexander looked at Manny, making his stride beside his only male friend as he walked with one slipper and one piece of wood. It was uncomfortable, but it worked. Eventually they got behind the women of the groups walking ahead of them, and then the Conference Room.

While Atticus spoke about God destroying the kingdoms and the rest of the Bible verses, Nigel "Hadrian" wasn't so sure. He wasn't religious by any means, and as far as he was concerned it wasn't real or didn't matter. If there had been a God at some point, he had either decided to cleanse the world with the Undead for some unknown reason, or he had simply up and left them to their own. A God that Atticus preached for wasn't one that made sense to him, he could buy Hades taking over Olympus and raining death upon the world or something like that. But "Hadrian" was a Roman, not in belief but in practice. Was easier this way, not having to gut a goat everytime he tried to pray. This he thought about as he walked alongside the other men out of the showers, behind the women where Erica surely was somewhere, and into the Conference Room.

Was this a rec room for a hospital or the Army, 'cause Alexander couldn't make out the difference. Nigel thought it looked like a retirement home. Considering the age of some of these people, it might fit. [color=662d91]"You think they by any chance got The Stones live in Chicago, 1981?"[/color] Alexander asked Manny quietly, while Nigel "Hadrian" hoped they had any good books to read.

Alexander recongized some of the electronic applicances in the room, they could have been pulled straight out of his own store back home. Then the two doctors started briefing them of the situation, another a former soldier and another a civi with the attiude of a Marine surgeon. A test? An actuall written test? This just felt more and more like Mugsy's army days, though with the added bonus of a man looking up his ass. But first the test; Alexander accepted the pen and piece of paper, giving it a quick look over as he realied what some of the questions was about...He took a deep breath, then found a chair a little ways away from the others, starting to fill it out. Slowly.

Nigel understood the stern greeting from S.B. or Miss Mary as she preffered; they were newcomers, practically strangers from someone as far as Assyria visiting the tribes of pre-roman Ibera. They had to be taken care of, out of humanity, but also observed, controlled and contained before their fates could be decided. A medical test he could understand and appriciate, a normal meal he looked forward to, but a written test? Nigel "Hadrian" had to blink the first time he heard it, but followed with a little smile as he looked at Erica as they were all four in the room, he and their group. [color=#B8860B]"Usually I'm the one who hands out the tests, but fair enough. Nihil sub sole novum."[/color] He said, taking the pen and test on paper as he noticed the old one-legged man taking a seat for himself alone. Nigel found a seat and started filling out the test.


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Questionnaire:
[color=39b54a]Name: Alexander Polawski.[/color]
[color=39b54a]Age: 59.[/color]
[color=39b54a]Birth Date: March 8th, 1952.[/color] 
[color=39b54a]Race: Caucasian.[/color]
[color=39b54a]Where were you born: Chicago, Illinois.[/color]
[color=39b54a]Where were you when the outbreak occurred: At sea, somewhere in between Florida and the Bahamas.[/color]
[color=39b54a]Who were you before the outbreak: Owned an electronics store.[/color]
[color=red]Who are you now: An old survivor with one leg.[/color]
[color=39b54a]Have you ever been part of a large group since the outbreak: Yes.[/color]
[color=red]If so, why did you leave: It collapsed, nothing to stay for.[/color]
[color=39b54a]Did you serve in the military: Yes[/color]
[color=39b54a]If so, what branch/rank/specialty: United States Army, Specialist, Radio Operator.[/color]
[color=39b54a]Any known medical issues: Beside losing one leg, none.[/color]
[color=red]Any special needs: No.[/color]
[color=39b54a]Any special skills: Can fix most pieces of electronics and appliances. [/color]
[color=red]What would you enjoy doing if you had time to: Not sure. Fishing perhaps.[/color]
[color=red]Your most traumatic moment: Losing my wife.[/color]
[color=39b54a]Why are you still alive: My group.[/color]
[color=39b54a]What are you seeking: A purpose[/color]
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[hider=Questionnaire - Nigel "Hadrian"]
Questionnaire:
[color=39b54a]Name: Nigel Cooper, preffered name "Hadrian".[/color]
[color=39b54a]Age: 33[/color]
[color=39b54a]Birth Date: 11th of March[/color] 
[color=39b54a]Race: Caucasian[/color]
[color=39b54a]Where were you born: Washington State[/color]
[color=39b54a]Where were you when the outbreak occurred: Spartanburg, South Carolina[/color]
[color=39b54a]Who were you before the outbreak: Teacher, Roman Reenactor[/color]
[color=39b54a]Who are you now: The last survivor the Legion XIII Augusta[/color]
[color=39b54a]Have you ever been part of a large group since the outbreak: Yes. Fortified settlement in South Carolina.[/color]
[color=39b54a]If so, why did you leave: Forced to escape when home besieged by hostile attackers and settlement burned to the ground.[/color]
[color=39b54a]Did you serve in the military: No[/color]
[color=39b54a]If so, what branch/rank/specialty: N/A[/color]
[color=39b54a]Any known medical issues: N/A[/color]
[color=39b54a]Any special needs: N/A[/color]
[color=39b54a]Any special skills: Swordmanship. Manufacturing; smithing and leather works. Teaching.[/color]
[color=39b54a]What would you enjoy doing if you had time to: Normality.[/color]
[color=39b54a]Your most traumatic moment: First day of the Apocalypse.[/color]
[color=39b54a]Why are you still alive: Determination and my skill.[/color]
[color=39b54a]What are you seeking: The rebuild a better world.[/color]
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