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[h3][color=00aeef][i][b]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/b][/i][/color][/h3]
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	What a rather hectic trial. Today Manny had learned a lot about the community he was now calling home, he learned a lot about Hunter, he learned what he thought was quite a bit about how legal procedures were handled, and he learned a surprising amount of details about himself and those around him. It seemed that the set of events had even helped those close to him learn about his own life and how it compared to their own. In the end though, the troubled boy known as Hunter was staying despite the protests of many. Looking back on the final count it seemed many more preferred him gone or dead. He wondered what Dr. Freedman would learn about the boy? Was he a real danger or just some kind who had no understanding of the real world or the people in it? Somewhere in the middle maybe? Manny with his limited understanding in that specific medical field had no answer to it other then the most obvious option. PTSD. But even then, Manny's understanding of it didn't go much further then the title of itself. But who didn't suffer some degree of it nowadays? Then again, it might not be as many people as he thought. Or maybe most were better at handling the effects of it? That wasn't for him to figure out though. That would be up to the ward staff to decide.

	Manny took a moment to notice Alexander. The trial had taken a toll on the old veteran on a personal level. To Alexander, the boy represented a side of himself that Manny couldn't even get close to understanding. Manny had never served in the military, he had never had to deal with a troubled past the same way Alexander did. Where as Hunter might of, but Manny had no way of knowing for sure. Sure, Manny had his own complications growing up, even in his adult life. But they were in an entirely different playing field. All Manny could guess at was from what little Alexander had cared to show during the trial. "[color=00aeef]Hey.[/color]" He spoke in a calming quieter tone. "[color=00aeef]He's going to be fine. He's going to take the time and effort to recover. And he is going to do good.[/color]" Manny had no idea if that was true. From the days reports it seemed he could put in a lot of effort when motivated, but spiraled out of control rather fast. And when he did, he did so causing as much damage as a person could cause to himself. But Alexander seemed like he needed some hope in his life at the moment. "[color=00aeef]Let's go outside, get some air, and get ourselves some space from this for a moment. Then from there, we can go get some dinner. I'm sure it's something great tonight.[/color]" His tone got progressively more cheerful as he spoke trying to avoid sounding over positive from the start, but leaving enough that Alexander could latch on if he so wanted too. He figured it was likely fish again, but Manny had been enjoying it more and more as the weeks have gone by. Maybe it was because it was a prepared meal, and having prepared meals for the course of several weeks was a great improvement compared to having beans and peas out of a can with a fork/spoon/fork/screw driver or god forbids his hands. And he didn't have to do it with his shotgun on his lap or by his side. Though he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss having it close just in case. Even though the place was safe, it was a nice assurance to have by his side that at least if all else failed he still had some ability to do something. 

	Manny stepped outside leaving Alexander the choice to follow or take some breathing time on his own if h so chose too. Once outside he took a moment to appreciate the fact that the rain had stopped. Though he didn't mind it too much, it was nice to step outside and not be soaking wet. Though the sun wasn't visible, it felt nice to be able to stand and enjoy the fresh air of the streets without a downpour making him question his enjoyment of the outdoors. Despite his fears of old age creeping up on him, he still had a lot of time left to try and do some good in this world. Maybe he'd get back into his old trades, help teach those in the next generations who were interested in learning about them the trades so that it wouldn't be lost. Dolittle had explained that there was no longer an acting dentist outside of broadly related fields crossing over and some books substituting the gaps. Despite his fears, that in his mind made him feel valued again. It was going to be an interesting few months to say the least.


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[h3][color=00a651][i][b]Hunter Monroe[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=00a651]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Education Center --> Streets
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	So it was done. He was going to be locked into a ward for six months to be determined just how much of a problem he was. The only way he'd be out sooner then that would be if he fucked up, and they kicked him out sending him somewhere he had never been before, and had no idea how things worked out there either. He was about to spend another six months alone. With the exception of the staff who were there to monitor him, and watch him under guard to make sure he didn't fuck it up even more. He wondered if he had made the right choice, but he had no way of really knowing. It wasn't anything he was looking forward towards, but if it worked out maybe something decent would come out of it. He wondered if agreeing to this lock up was in a way admitting he was crazy? He wondered if that's how everyone else saw him? Some crazy person who needs to be locked up, shot, or sent as far away as humanly possible? At this point maybe. But admitting that to himself wasn't something he was ready to do yet. He had no idea what the next few months would entail, or what to expect on the other side of it all.

	His security detail came, and took him away. Once outside, that urge had returned to Hunter. The urge to run while he had the chance. The urge to seize was little control of the situation he could despite the odds of him ending up dead for trying. It wasn't strong, but with every few steps he found himself noticing it. It wasn't strong enough to act on it, nor react to it in any physical manner. But it was present, and a feeling that would likely never leave him the longer he felt trapped. As he walked, he would on occasion turn in a circle looking around as if taking in the sights around him. Apart of it was an old habit of attempting to process the visual information around him, that had converted itself to a survival instinct when the world had ended. This time there was more to it though. This time was likely the last time he would see anything like this for a very long time. Best case was on good terms in six months. Any sooner and he was likely being taken out to be dropped off as far away as feasibly possible. He knew he wasn't in the best mindset at the moment. But the idea of going into a locked up ward scared him. He had no idea what to expect either from the place, or himself. And he had no idea what kind of person he'd discover he was, or the kind of person he'd leave the place as.