[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00aeef]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/163dc10b-061c-4aa2-bdaa-4c4f6cd4d02b.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[center][b]Location:[/b] Quarantine
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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Manny was glad to see things calming down now, though Manny could still get the feeling of tension in the air still. His friend Alexander spoke, clearly seeing the worry on his face. Manny sucked at hiding these sorts of things, he was very expressive compared to his fellow survivors at times. Maybe it was because of his age and not caring about what people know about him. Maybe it was because he had been more or less sheltered for the majority of the post apocalypse, with the exception of a few periods of time between the groups and settlements he had been apart of. Plus, the recent year as well He had little experience with hostile people after the world ended, most the hostile people being from when he was in his teenage years, and his adult life. "[color=00aeef]I'm glad to hear that. Must have been pretty intense with the boy there. Though there is no need to worry about me. I'm in good health, I'm still a decent shot with my old sport's gun. Life's good.[/color]" Manny said with a smile, trying to keep the mood positive. "[color=00aeef]Offer still stands, you ever need anything, you just let me know. I'll get it taken care of.[/color]"  He knew Alexander wasn't likely to talk about what was happening in his head. That made sense, Vietnam had hurt a decent amount of his friends when he was younger, he had a rough idea of how the man felt. And he wasn't going to press him for info.

Ash, the Captain figure who took that Russian fist like a champ spoke and started asking about the survivors from Team Eden. Beatrice introduced the group simply enough. First names only, leaving room for the individual to divulge as much or as little they wanted to share. He got the sense that Beatrice wasn't up for much interaction with him right now. He didn't blame her, she was a very private person, and Manny was very expressive. He had been striking out with a lot of people today, made sense though as most people were very closed off nowadays. Though Manny didn't waste the chance to get to know people. He had a background that only he completely knew, and there was no way to prove any of it beyond his skill with a scalpel. 

Manny being pleased how things were going, smiled. Sure they weren't perfect, but anyone that decided things were perfect were normally lying to themselves. For a moment the word Dumbo got his attention, but he payed it no mind. Just some of the other men goofing off again. Atticus then made his way back in eventually, and it was time for room assignments. Manny was interested to see who he would get grouped up with. Maybe it would be Alexander, or maybe someone he knew nothing about. Either way, he was looking forward to a rather exciting time. Room Four came along, Hunter, Manny and Ash. Not too terrible. Getting to know the Captain seems like it would be nice, though hearing that he was getting paired up with the Soldier boy wasn't a pleasant surprise. But maybe they could make some use out of this, maybe Ash and himself could talk some sense into the boy. That would be nice, with things going the way they were, he was worried that he would get kicked out. Sure he was stupid, but Manny wasn't sure he deserved to be kicked out. Then he was back to thinking about the Russian mother, would she get kicked out for punching Ash? He wasn't sure... Though that thought did scare him. But that was a bit out still none the less.

Atticus then developed a disgusted look, like someone had tried to kill him with a home made stink bomb. He saw the Red head girl duck and vomit into the dish tray. Manny was concerned now, what was going on?! Then it hit him. Though his sense of smell was weaker then it had been many years ago, he could still smell what had happened. He finally understood the death of Dumbo jokes that some of the others had made. "[color=00aeef]What the Actual Fuck just happened...[/color]" The smell was harsh, brutal, and reminded Manny of his early days in medical school, many of those areas smelling like corpses. Though he was familiar with the smell that now filled the room, he still gagged none the less. And watched as the man who dealt it, laughed.

Manny brushed it off and ignored the laughing man. He was glad someone was having a good time, but at what cost? He noticed the Ash had made his way over to him for introductions, that helped solve whatever Manny needed to do to get things started. Manny stood to greet the man. "[color=00aeef]Nice to meet you Ash, I'm Emanuel, but most people call me Manny. I uh...[/color]" Manny was normally an easy person to get a conversation going with, but this was harder for him still. Eden was... a terrible place. "[color=00aeef]I was a prisoner at Eden, when I heard the commotion from the floor below I took the chance to escape. We met up, I did my best to help finish the job, and we have been around since. It worked out for me, as things are starting to get harder in my old age. And it helped more then once from rather... extreme injuries.[/color]" He motioned towards Thalia and Alexander. He wouldn't get into details about their cases individually, if he wanted that he could ask them. "[color=00aeef]I've been with them since, and just glad to not be stuck in Eden anymore. What about you? What's your story up to this point?[/color]" He looked back at Soldier boy, who he noticed was watching them back. It was... A little uneasy. "[color=00aeef]Do you think the two of us can talk some sense into the boy?[/color]" Manny caught that the boy was army, and so was ash here. Maybe they had some sort of bond that could be used to put him back on track. He did catch note of Thalia's remark towards Ash, his Spanish was rusty, so for now he had to just brush it off.


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[center][b]Location:[/b]  Quarantine 
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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There were a lot of things that Hunter had to process. First, he had finally given into the idea that he couldn't force or sneak his way out. Not without a gun. Those walls until he learned more were bottle necked at the gates. So those plans would have to be put on hold until he learned more. He also was annoyed at a lack of a window in here. It would be nice to see that his world wasn't restricted to a tiny meeting room. Even if he couldn't go there, it would be nice to see that there was a world outside of this room. He saw the man he debated using as a bullet shield off in the corner laughing his ass off. He wondered what that was about. But guessing by the looks, expressions, cries of pain and laughter, and the vomiting girl he tried to talk to, was it was a bad one. Hunter would be lying if he said he didn't laugh at what was happening, it was overall funny, and even though he didn't like the man, he seems like someone Hunter would have enjoyed being around had they met on better terms. 

The smell hit him pretty hard, but Hunter barely reacted. After living outside for extended periods of time, having no realistic means to bath or being comfortable enough to wipe himself down, and climbing into piles of bodies and gore to get around from time to time, this still seemed... Mild to him. He still found it funny, especially the reactions that the others were having. Atticus eventually entered the room going on about more people. Yay. More people that he would have to keep tabs on. He liked Atticus so far. But overall he still struggled to trust anyone here. They got their room assignments, and the man was correct, it did sound like a prison that they were being put into. He seemed to feel bad about that. He also noticed that the first person to notice the lack of coffee was Atticus. Hunter felt bad now, he was hoping it would be the man who killed Dumbo that got there and did some overreaction to there being a lack of coffee. But Atticus's reaction to the vile smell in the room was funny still. 

He looked over at his roommates for the week. The oldest man in the apocalypse, and the captain. He figured worst comes to worse he could take the old man. Seemed slow enough, and didn't call out when Ash asked about soldiers. So he had little reason to believe the man could fight past handling a gun. The captain was another worry. Hunter had fear that he would try to [i]Put him in his place[/i]. He wasn't sure how he would do it yet. Maybe he would do what the girl who tackled him did and threaten him until he cooperated, maybe he would pass off some sort of life lesson, maybe he would try to pull rank again? The thought of that made him chuckle again. His time in the army was brief, and it was FUBAR at its best. The army and their rank system meant nothing to him. When the old man looked his way, Hunter realized he had been watching too long. He waited until the old man, Manny, looked away. Then he stood up and walked to a chair that seemed more or less isolated from the rest of the people in the room. If he could, he wanted to see about getting his hands on some paper and a pen. It would be easier to take notes if he had the means to write them down, plus, he needed to start remembering names. Though if anyone ever found those notes, he'd probably get shot. Not that he hasn't been threatened with that anyways today.