[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 smiles at Alexander's comment about dental hygiene and Manny's participation in that. "[color=00aeef]Any time is a good time to refresh dental hygiene.[/color]" Though that wasn't completely true, it was a bit of a creative way for Manny to say Any Time to his fellow baby boomer. The discussion of Hunter, the soldier boy, seemed to give some worry to him though, he wondered if Alexander saw something in the boy that reminded him of himself? They were both military, and Alexander was probably in at a pretty young age, much like Hunter. "[color=00aeef]Don't worry, we're just going to try to help him adjust to things. Talk to him and figure out what we can about him. Stuff like that. We're not going to beat the shit out of him or anything, I don't think that will do much other then make him worse anyways. I think he just needs to feel comfortable enough to talk. That did it for me while I grew up.[/color]" He wondered what the boy would have been like if the world didn't end, or if he have had more time to grow up. Manny was still hard pressed to believe he was military, he seemed early 20s at most, that country he was in the military for ceased to exist over five years ago, almost six.

Manny had a good time continuing the conversation with Ash. Many was a conversationalist. Sure he probably wasn't one, but everyone in his group was emotionally closed off. Not that he blamed them, but it did make it hard to strike up conversations. "[color=00aeef]I wasn't captive long, so I didn't see too many of them. The only faces I cam remember are the immediate guards I had...[/color]" Manny vaguely remembers shooting them with the gun he stole back, and using another as a shield as bullet after bullet filled the man. Manny wished he had died faster, it was hard to willingly hold a human being to shield himself. "[color=00aeef]...I might also be able to remember the ones that first captured me. But it's probably best I wasn't there long, I don't think I could have made it far otherwise if I had been there even a couple more days.[/color]" Manny couldn't be sure if they had gotten the ones who had first captured him. Maybe the team killed them before he got out, maybe they fell when the building collapsed, or maybe they were out gathering more survivors and were still at large... Rebuilding... or enslaving. Manny pushed those thoughts aside, the last thing he needed was to worry about being in another cage. "[color=00aeef]If I see any though, I will let you know.[/color]" He said reassuringly hiding the fear from his thoughts.

Conversation continued to medical work, then to the boy again. He didn't seem convinced that they could do much for the boy. "[color=00aeef]Sure maybe not one day would do it, but once we get him talking, get him opening up, he might lighten up, be less aggressive. But I understand not wanting to take that challenge on today. Maybe he just needs time to adjust.[/color]" Even though Manny wanted to help, he had seem come pretty fucked up people in his life. Manny's money was on Hunter dealing with something that he didn't know how to. The question is what? and what effect did it have on him? What was he hiding about himself? He wondered if the soldier boy would be the type to hide weapons in their room? Maybe try to kill a guard? God he hoped not. Looking over again, Hunter was still watching them, drinking that last cup of coffee. Was he sizing them up? Deciding how he would kill them both? He was malnourished and weak, Manny didn't think he could hold a real fight in his condition. But he seemed like someone who was used to being desperate. Someone who would get creative. Manny realized he was staring back, the boy didn't break eye contact. Hunter just kept watching. Manny was concerned at this point, but he did his best to hide it. Though it wasn't to just Manny, it was to Ash too. He was trying to figure out something about them. He hoped it was something simple, like if he was willing or able to trust his new roommates.

Ash held up his hand to polity put a hold on their conversation when the new man entered. He just returned the nod, they would be locked in a room together all night anyways, they had time to talk later. Plus, this seemed like a pretty big and important family reunion. It made Manny happy to see, and gave Manny better hopes for this place so far. Sure the man was another newcomer like them, but it was a central hub of sorts that people could wonder towards. And it worked well. Seeing everyone gather up again like this, it was amazing to see.

Panama gave the word. It was time for this General character to show his face. In all honesty, this man could be the make or break for Manny on his final opinion of the place. He had a lot of concerns about this place, mostly around the military/police state it seemed to stay in, the military dictatorship feeling he got from the brief description, and the lack of professional behavior from the guards they had. Though he was starting to like some people here, he wanted to be sure that what he was getting himself into wasn't going to be the end all. Though not like he had a lot of options if things didn't pan out. Not like he could pack his things, stock up on meds and shells, and open a new dental office right outside town. He would do his best to make this place work out, but he needed to know more. He took his seat and prepared for whatever came next. He took his seat and prepared for the man in charge.


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00a651]Private Hunter James Monroe[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/c08a6051-3ab9-4c98-87b6-05533c8b19e8.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[center][b]Location:[/b]  Quarantine 
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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The old guy and the Captain talked a while, he was pretty sure it was about Himself but he couldn't be sure. What he did notice is that the old man kept looking back towards him, and at one point held eye contact for what seemed like minutes. He almost wanted to say something, but his words so far had gotten things pretty bad for him. So he drank his coffee waiting for the old man to stop looking at him. It was creepy. The two kept talking for a while but nothing seemed to change. Sure the old man broke eye contact to keep making conversation, but he kept looking back. Was he sizing him up? Was he deciding how he would take him on in a fight? No. That couldn't be it. He was a quiet old man with not much going for him. Maybe he old man thought he was sizing him up? That could make sense, but he already did that and decided that the Captain was the real threat. Now he was just keeping tabs because he was sure they were talking about him. 

Soon enough a new person came in, wearing the same new people clothes that they had. Then things got... emotional. The Russian mother ran over and hugged the man, calling him papa. He watched as others went to greet and embrace him. It was... sad. No... sad was the wrong word. But he couldn't pull up the word he wanted. He felt a large mix of emotions, sad, jealous, angry, empty. He felt confused as well, he couldn't understand how all of these people could be near their loved ones while he sat in his chair wondering where his family was. He tried to hide his mixed emotions. It mostly came out as sitting in the corner staring at his coffee hiding back tears. He was liking this place less and less as things went. He hated being forced to experience these emotions again, he hated being unarmed in a room full of people that may or may not stab him in the back, shoot him, tackle him, he didn't trust any of these people.  

At this point, he was left sitting in a pool of his own emotions. He wouldn't react verbally to them, and did a decent job hiding them in his facial expressions. There was a part of him that wanted those that were reunited to be happy again. It was heart warming in its own way. But his main mindset was focused more on when his turn would be. When did he get to go hug his family again? Then he figured, what if he wouldn't? What if he died before then? Or worse. They were. He took the last few sips of his coffee, trying to enjoy it, but the taste fell flat on him. It tasted like anything else has had recently. Bland.

He took a moment to look back up when talk of the General started up. He didn't pay too much attention. He knew how to handle officers, even if he didn't show it. Or even if he didn't care a lot. While he looked up though, he saw again how happy all those people seemed again. He wanted to hate them for it, he wanted so badly for that to be him, for his family to be the ones who walked through that door. But he couldn't help but smile thinking about them. His emotions were still conflicted, but he thought about that small baby, they had a family, parents, family friends, grandparents. He let himself smile at that despite being upset himself. He wondered if this all was punishment for the things he has had to do to make it here so far.