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rocketrobie2Alexander Polawski
Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Conference Room)
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Alexander couldn't help but give a most questionable look at the Asian guy, introducing himself as "Tesla" when he rolled up one of the carts in front of him. In his mind he was wondering what just exactly he was going to do with him, a subconscious fear whirling through his mind with the military aspect ever present around them. But Alexander's questionable look turned only into more of a confused one as Tesla placed a bucket in front of him, filled with some kind of purple...liquid, jelly, stuff? Alexander looked up at him, then over to Beatrice and back to Tesla just as he explained himself. A mold, for his stump? Were they really going to make him a workable prostethic leg to replace his redneck-pegleg?
"I..eh...Thank you." Alexander managed to stumble out his words, his gaze once again moving back and forth. He should have been overjoyed that he could go back to some sense of normality with his leg, especially after the hap-hazardly pegleg he'd managed to put together. But as Gunny continued to brief them in a most fitting manner of a proper jarhead, even referring to Thalia and him by name as they were told they could keep their prosthetics if they didn't stay, he wasn't as eager as Thalia to stick his leg-stump down into the purple liquid.
Alexander was slow, very slow to start fiddling with the redneck contraption strapped to his leg. For the lack of care he'd shown when in the showers to his naked body, there was something different with his un-peglegged stump. It was a sign of weakness, of the burden he'd been to the group, and most to Thana. But perhaps it was a struck of luck, as he had been slow enough to hear the rest of Gunny's briefing and the subsequent calling of their names. Thalia had already stuck her hand in the liqud mess, and gotten Beatrice to get her kit. Alexander contemplated asking either her or Manny to do the same, but even the ol'timer knew from Bea's look to leave it. "I got this." he told Beatrice, though it could just as easily been to himself as he limped over on his old pegleg to Auntie once his full name was called out, grabbed his kit and gave a most polite "Thank you, ma'am. I'll try not to ruin the clothes with this old plank.", nodding to his old pegleg and limping back to his old seat. He would have thanked Gunny as well, but Ash was already talking to him. That would give him time to figure out whether to salute him or not.
Then came the almost shameful process of detaching the pegleg from his stump, but eventually the old veteran got it off with a loud thud as it hit the ground. Alexander brushed off whatever dust or dirt was still stuck to his stump, trying to avoid any looks given to him and finally sticking his stump in the purple stuff. "Oh...ouch, you weren't kidding."
Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper
Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Conference Room)
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Nigel "Hadrian"'s eyes followed Erica's gaze as she looked at the two young women with their hair newly cut. He had to agree, she wouldn't look as good as she did without her hair. Seeing those two together like that made Nigel sigh quietly, the image of the one called Amelia after Shears fresh in his mind. "Must have been through a lot, those two..." Nigel said quietly, turning back to Erica as she said she had indeed eaten. "Good. It's far better than the chips we ate back in the swamp, remember?" Nigel gave a friendly smile back to Erica, and had to stiffle another chuckle as she gestured to Wayne. "You mean before or after we got here?"
Nigels' conversation with Erica was cut short by the continued briefing by Gunny, telling them what would be expected of them and what they could expect of the others. He had to give it to them, they were as thourough as anyone could have hoped to be in a world like that. Thinking back on how Nigel "Hadrian" and the others at Novo Invictus had handled newcomers, they were more humane yet systematic. Even if he didn't like having his freedom taken from him, he fully understood it. What Gunny said about leaving whatever entitlement or anger they brought with them rang true, even if he didn't like it.
Having finished his reasonable filling meal for now, Nigel walked over to where he'd taken the plate and put it down, unsure of where to clean it. As he was about to walk back to Erica, his name was called up as well. It was a de-tour, but not a too long one. Call it changing formation. Nigel quickly turned his walk to Auntie and grabbed the clothes and pack, giving the older woman a thankful nod, though still not certain what to think of these people. "Thank you, Auntie?" With the clothes and pack taken, the Neo-Roman gave a quick look around the room as he walked back to where Erica was sitting. He took note of the two amputees getting casts made for them stumps, watching as the older one put his leg in the bucket. As Nigel sat down with Erica again and put down his stuff, he couldn't help but tell her something on his mind. "They've got to have been through some serious things to have survived like that. Almost makes us seem lucky, doesn't it?"
