[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) 
[color=662d91][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr] 

[color=662d91]"Let's see…we're talking something between Mick Jagger late '69 and Neil Young at his best. Hell, I could give you a run for your money with that hair."[/color] Alexander had to answer Beatrice with a smirk, pleasently surprised to hear her laugh, even if it was only slight. This was one of the few moments of his past he'd shared with his favourite Let's Not Talk About It-person, and to hear her respond to it with an unusual sense of joy was a nice change of pace. It was nice, talking about his past without the fear. He'd be smart to keep that in check. 

What followed was an overkill of an information-dump that could be only rivaled by the military Alexander had been part of a good four decades earlier, and he'd been good at paying attention better than he did in his early adulthood. It being Thana holding the briefing only made him more attentive of all the information. Only thing missing now was their officers jotting down notes, coordinates and whatnot so they didn't have to remember every order under the hail of gunfire. 

Alexander listened carefully to each and every word Thana spoke to them throughout the whole briefing, only in brief moments seeing images of his days in the Army flash before his eyes as it sounded all too familiar to him. The C.O. holding all the cards and being the allmighty lord of the camp, your pre-miliary skills not being needed before you'd proven you could clean up other people's shit, meal-schedules, what you were allowed to do and carry and not, and much more. Yeah, Alexander had been through it before, though in a slightly different varation and context. The military needed them back in '70, they didn't now. But Alexander was still pretty sure he'd want to join. 

His confidence grew slim when Thana mentioned the part of therapy. 

The old veteran held the piece of paper before him, reading through it until he once again came back to the part with therapy. Therapy…he'd never had that. He knew enough fellow vets of what that could mean. Therapy meant talking about your feelings. Talking about your feelings meant talking about what caused them, and talking about that meant talking about what they'd done…what Alexander had done. Was he ready to do that? Would he ever be ready? His old eyes read the line again, again and again until the words no longer held any meaning. Therapy recommended, though not required. Did he really have a choice? He'd gotten this far without it, but could he? 

Alexander looked over the paper again, before signing it. This was his best option by far, even if he didn't neccecarely like it. This was the military; you might not like it, but it gave you a sense of normality to a life who's normality was shattered by the undead. He'd have to ask about the therapy more after this, but if he didn't have to do it, he'd rather not…unless that was what his wife would have wanted? Alexander stood up and walked slowly over to Thana to hand in his paper, giving her a loaded smile at it all. He was tired of living like he had done on the outside, and now he wanted to prove himself useful, even if memories would come back to haunt him. He wanted to say something, but nothing wise came to him, so instead he handed in his papers and went back to his seat. 



[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 nodded back to Hunter, glad that he was perhaps helping in the young, troubled man's existantial crisis with his reassurances. The young man had made progress since the first day Nigel saw him, if it wasn't one hell of a poker player or anything. Or a Gaulish barbarian assimilating into Roman culture who did all he could to be a good Roman, though deep in his heart his soul belonged to the forrests and rivers of Gaul. Perhaps Nigel too was a Gaul, a foreigner to this new society that was determined to forge their place in a unkind world. They all probably were, all various cultures and tribes that would become part of this military society. Was then Nigel a Greek? 

[color=#B8860B]"If they will allow it, it would be more than just cool. I've had my sword since this whole thing began, and it has yet to fail me."[/color] Nigel said back to Hunter, returning the smile as he finally got some eye-contact with him. Progress. He had no idea whether or not he would actually be allowed to work his trade in the camp, but he struggled to think they wouldn't find use of his skills. How many blacksmiths were out there those days? 

Then Thana began to explain the way forward for them. All of them, both those who wished to stay and those who didn't. It was a lot of explaining, and Nigel did his best to take note of all the points she made underway. It all boiled down to one of the first things Thana made abundently clear; Camp Mexico Beach was a military camp. Rules existed for eveything, and for every rule there was a punishment. Like the legions of the Roman Republic and Roman Empire, you worked and fought who you were told to. They owed you nothing, it was your duty to serve if you wanted something in return. Work yourself up from the bottom, prove yourself worthy. It was what all modern militaries had based themselves on after all, it worked. 

Nigel "Hadrian" was having few doubst in what he wanted. Like he believed himself, Rome did not become one of the greatest empires by playing nice or easy. It was a harsh world out there. If peace is what you seek, prepare for war, and so on. He still took a little time to read over the paper, noting the lack of required therapy for him. It was a good sign that his interview hadn't gone as bad as he'd feared. It also gave Erica enough time for him to notice her nudging him as she sat down with him. Nigel looked up at her, giving her a soft smile before looking down at the paper and signing it. [color=#B8860B]"Let's hope this works for us."[/color] Nigel said to Erica, standing up and walking over to Thana to hand her the papers. Afterwards Nigel went back to sit with Erica, returning the favour and giving her a nudge. He hope this would work. He didn't want to be alone anymore. [color=#B8860B]"Just asked Hunter if he'd like to be forge a sword. Want to learn it too?"[/color]