[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: H6 Quarantine (Conference Room) -> J6 Mechanics And Fabrication
[color=662d91][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander had to shoot Thalia a smiling grin at her enthusiasm as they were leaving the Quarantine to receive their new toys. Toys, haha, it sounded like they were a bunch of kids ready for Christmas or a group of grunts finally getting their hands on some new guns or military hardware. Alexander couldn't deny it, he was looking forward to it too. Walking around almost normally, it would be pretty neat as the kids would put it. Almost. Alexander gave a final nod to Manny as he told him to go, and limped out on his crutches behind Thalia and Father Atticus. It would be nice, normal. 

Almost. 

As Alexander limped out on his one leg and crutches, that one word, that single part of the sentence that previously made him grin also brought forth the black lump he had cried out days earlier. Almost. It was just a prosthesis, not a new leg, and he would never be able to walk as normal. Would it be enough? Enough for him to be worth having around, to be with his group? His friends? The fear from back when he had just lost his leg resurfaced for a moment, as he failed to realize they had company. Alexander quickly looked up from having stared down at his missing limb and noticed the people talking with Atticus. Roy and Nikki. [color=662d91]"Hello, nice to meet you."[/color] Alexander quietly greeted them back, glad that Atticus ended the conversation and continued to lead him and Thalia to their destination. 

Fabrication and Mechanics. 

It was a good thing it didn't take long for the trio to reach he other building, the weather was far from the air-conditioned enviroment they'd had in Quarantine. Hot and humid, even without the direct scoulding of the sun thanks to the cloud cover. Alexander half-anticipated the sound of birds and insects, quiet radio-chatter and someone further back in the line cursing the damned jungle, but this was Florida, not 'Nam. Thankfully Alexander soon stepped into what used to be a repair shop for cars, the once again AC'ed air hitting his old face like a good smack to the face. Inside he recognized the Asian guy from earlier, Tesla who'd taken the mould of his stump. The other man he didn't recognize, but he gave them a polite smile both as he limped inside. 

Alexander looked for a moment worried as Atticus took Thalia aside to talk with her alone, leaving ol' Mugsy alone in the room with Tesla and Volt. What were they going to do with him? This was the first time Alexander had been alone with any of the Mexico Beach people. But he followed Volt's orders as he sat down in the chair in front of him, watching Tesla bring over something wrapped in a towel. The worry in Alexander's face slowly washed away as he saw what Tesla brought over; His new leg. Alexander had to chuckle as Tesla told him no one would see the difference if he wore pants. [color=662d91]"Pants, in this state? Good one, Tesla, good one."[/color] Alexander said jokingly to him, but became serious afterwards. [color=662d91]"But thank you, I appriciate it. Really."[/color] If people couldn't see he had lost his leg, perhaps they wouldn't see him as less of a man? He hoped…he really hoped so.

The old veteran payed closed attention to Volt's and Tesla's instructions on what the prosthesic was made out off, how it worked and how to adjust it. To someone used to dismantling an M16 and a Prick 25 on the spot, it didn't seem like magic to him. But he had to admit that he was impressed on what they'd managed to put together for him. It felt odd to put the leg on, having it sucked to his stump , but it worked. It actually worked! Alexander began to test his new leg, walking around the room first with the crutches, then without. The latter was when Alexander couldn't stop grinning like a little kid. He could walk! The veteran forced back and down the tears and laughter that longed to escape him, but he still smiled. [color=662d91]"I…I'm speechless, this is fantastic! You two really know your shit…sorry, language."[/color] Alexander said to the two of them, as Thalia and Atticus eventually returned after a long time. Who knew what they had talked about? Alexander wanted to ask, but that was best asked later. So Alexander just looked up at Thalia and gave her a big smile. [color=662d91]"How do I look?"[/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: Quarantine (Conference Room)
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

Unlike the Pictish warrior who'd voiced his concerns quite loudly and brashly earlier that week, Nigel "Hadrian" thought that Hunter was acting less aggressively than what he had feared. Not entirely normal in old-world standards, but from what Nigel had gathered on his behaviour, Hunter seemed reasonable enough as Nigel asked him if he could join. Nigel hadn't expected Erica to join him, but he turned to her and smiled at her as they now were three, which now officially made them a crowd. Nigel turned back to Hunter as he told them "sure", and nodded to this being fun. [color=#B8860B]"If none of us have played for that long, we'll all be even then."[/color] Nigel said to both Hunter and Erica, as he started looking for another cue. 

While he searched, Nigel too noticed the changing of the guards and the coming interviews. While Panama were taking out Wayne for the first interview and Mayor simply left, they now had two new contenders in the Coloseum; Wolverine who took Mayor's place and Checkbook sitting down between the group playing cards and the ones playing pool. Nigel couldn't help but think Checkbook acted a whole lot like a student of his, as she greeted Nigel and the group while popping her gum. With the skateboard, she would have slipped perfectly into one of his classes, most likely late as always and feet slung up on the table. He nodded back to her and returned the greeting with a [color=#B8860B]"Good day."[/color], before he turned back to the business at hand. 

Pool.

First Wayne had gone and gone back after about 15 minutes, and afterwards one of the two old guys left too. The latter was gone a while longer, but Nigel payed more attention to the game of pool they were having. Hunter asked them who wanted to break, and Nigel stepped in to take the mantle. [color=#B8860B]"Sure, I'll start."[/color] Nigel said as he took the cue and lined up the shot. It was not a good one, which Nigel would blame on a lack of experience the past years. Playing pool was not something he thought a lot to practice after the Undead took over the world. But he kept his annoyance to a disgruntled sigh, and passed the cue over to Erica in the end. While he waited, might as well try to make friends. Even Rome found use of the Gauls they conquered, perhaps Hunter could become trusted too? [color=#B8860B]"So speaking of highschool, which one did you attend? Used to be a highschool teacher myself, and if we'd had pool tables back there…now that would have been nice."[/color] Nigel asked Hunter, before quickly adding [color=#B8860B]""Hadrian", or Nigel by the way. It's been too many new names to learn these days, you know?"[/color]

After another half an hour later, the old man returned from his interview, and Nigel himself was called on by Panama. Nigel gave a thoughtful look to Erica, not concerned or worried, but more wondering how the interview would be. How he would weather whatever questions they had for him. [color=#B8860B]"I'll be back soon, I'll be fine. Enjoy the game, both of you."[/color] Nigel told Erica and Hunter, leaving the pool table and following Panama out of the Conference room and to where he would have his senatorial hearing, so to speak. 

It took a little longer for Nigel to return from his interview than Manny, about 45 minutes or so. As he returned to the others and going back to the pool table with Erica and Hunter, he couldn't help but think over the interview. First of all it was both a pleasent yet strange sensation to be in the presence of a fellow partaker in the education of the masses. Secondly the seconds were a mixed bag, some of which he personally felt he'd handled well, others…Surely he couldn't have failed on the questions, could he? It had been quite useful that Nigel "Hadrian" had been a motivated teacher he used to be, but one questions troubled him as he walked over to Erica and Hunter. The one about himself. 

Who he was. 

[color=#B8860B]"…so…who won? Want a rematch?"[/color]