[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: Quarantine (Conference Room)
[color=662d91][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander wasn't too happy when Manny came over to sit with him, but the old veteran didn't stop him from taking the test beside him. Manny hadn't tried to look at his piece of paper and what he'd answered to the group's questions, and he was one of the few he actually trusted in that room, besides Thalia and Beatrice. Bea's group of Newnan was halfway okay in his book, mostly out of trust for her, and so far Ash had seemed like an okay grunt. But Alexander finished his questionaire in silence, holding in every emotion that attempted to free themselves from his shackled mind as he wrote. It wasn't easy. Nothing was easy those days.

With the test all done and handed in, Alexander watched as Manny went to get his check-up. Alexander wasn't sure whether to feel sorry or happy for him; he was a doctor himself and usually did the physicals himself to others, but then again it must have been nice to get checked on by someone else. It was probably how it felt to have an electrician checking your home for you, when you'd done it a thousand times before. As Manny left, Alexander looked up at him and gave him a supportive smile. [color=662d91]"Good luck, Manny."[/color]

Before Manny it had been the foreign-sounding lady who looked scared, which Alexander could understand, then the odd-ball who'd made quite the show in the showers, and then another redhead from the Newnan group. None of then which he knew, and not the youngster who went after Manny. Some were separated from the others, and then it was his turn. Ol' Mugsy got up on his good foot and redneck-pegleg, limping with determination to Doc and Miss Mary. [color=662d91]"Do your magic, I'm ready."[/color]

Mugsy wasn't really scared of undressing for the doctors; he'd done that a thousand times in front of the Army docs and fellow grunts the few times they got proper showers in 'Nam. What did he have to hide? The pegleg attached to his leg or the ancient gunshot-wound in his thigh? Blood was taken, eyes and heart checked, most of what Mugsy had gotten checked before he and his wife took that last boat-tour to the Bahamas. He was given the all clear, and got dressed before he was given a green band on his wrist. [color=662d91]"Thanks Doc. Ma'am...Miss Mary, sorry."[/color] Perhaps he could ask Miss Mary later where in Chicago she worked, him having been born and bred in the Windy City. He rejoined the others, finding a seat beside Manny. [color=662d91]"Weren't much undressing when you were a dentist, I guess?"[/color] Alexander said to Manny, before casually looking over to his own folks; Thalia and Beatrice. Now he and Thalia could get prosthetics, perhaps they would be less useless than before, and Manny and Beatrice could feel they wouldn't have to baby-sit them as much.

That would be nice.


[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: Quarantine (Conference Room)
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Nigel "Hadrian" didn't think that the test was too hard. In fact he found it quite reasonable for them to fill it out, seen how many they were and how many possibly had gone through the exact same process before them. Though some of the questions were rather open, bordline philosophical he felt. But like he had said earlier, "When in Rome...", he went along with it. Giving Erica a smile as she sat down with him and filled it out, he handed in his test and waited for the next step in their integration into the so-called General's personal empire. 

When it was time for the medical checks, Nigel "Hadrian" watched as some of the others started volunteering to go. One after another went in and came out, and to his great surprise it was not Wayne who was separated from the group. Nigel "Sportacus"...yeah, it was getting to him, watched in equal surprise at Daytona came into the room with a box for Hank? Leaning towards Erica, Nigel whispered her a question. [color=#B8860B]"Any idea what the box and Hank's about?"[/color] 

The Neo-Roman didn't get time to ask much else as he decided it was his turn, and walked behind the screen. Unlike Alexander, Nigel "Hadrian" wasn't as keen to undress full, and after Doc and Miss Mary had checked his blood, heart and the rest he only disrobed partly as they checked him. For a while it seemed like he was good to go, until they found their casus beli to separate him from the others. [i]Doc runs a comb slowly through Hadrian's hair and steps back. "Well that's fun. You got lice. Over there until we get a handle on it," he says quietly.[/i] Nigel didn't get angry at Doc, but he gave off an audible sigh of annoyance. Of course he had been the one to draw the short straw. [color=#B8860B]"Ough...could be worse I guess. Thanks."[/color] Nigel said as they strapped a yellow band around his wrist like a Gaulish slave with the pox, got dressed and went over to the segregated group of a red-head and the young soldier. [color=#B8860B]"Hadrian, or Nigel I guess."[/color] He said flatly to Hunter who talked the most of the three of them, looking at the redhead. [color=#B8860B]"We'll be okay, I'm sure. I could be worse. You're with the bigger group?"[/color]