[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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The video was hard for Manny, but he kept watching. It was nice to see the two of them happy. It was easier to watch when Alexander came over to and sat on the couch with him. "[color=00aeef]Yeah, her singing is amazing. I wish we would have had a chance to hear it before now.[/color]" Maybe the others have heard it before now, but this was a first for Manny, and he couldn't lie, he was impressed. He would sit and watch for a while before Atticus came in and shut it off. Though the old dentist did catch a glimpse of the makeshift divider across the room. He wondered if those who were closer to those in the video were struggling more. Manny wasn't apart of the old group, so he understood that there were plenty of people who in this room probably had a closer relationship to her.

Atticus had more reason to be in here other then a friendly hello. Past retrieving and presumably returning the home video, there was also grabbing Thalia and Alexander for prosthetics. Then there were interviews that would be coming up as well. Manny wondered if he would be back to more medical work, or if he could go right back into his dentist work as well? No... Probably not, there was always going to be someone who needed help, and he didn't know how many doctors and nurses they had here, but it always was good to have more. If something big happens, or if one of the medical figures is hurt, there is always a high demand for doctors. But if he was in a position to not be a doctor, at least not a standard doctor, just for a little bit, that could be exciting. To not have to handle life threatening situations anymore, it could be pleasant.

Manny gave a pat to Alexander's shoulder. "[color=00aeef]Thank you. You're a good man.[/color]" He spoke calmly to his fellow Baby Boomer. "[color=00aeef]I look forward to seeing what they have put together for you.[/color]" He was feeling a bit better, though that guilt would never leave him. Not really. He had a job to do, and the boy at Eden was dead now. He could have been more verbal, and Thana might have stayed. He decided, no matter what he was determined to do here, he would do it to the best of his ability. Anything form being a dentist again, to a professional limb remover, he would get his job done as well as needed.

For now, he needed to focus on the positive. His closest living friend was about to get a new leg, they were safe, they had food daily, things were okay. Sure they were hard at times, sure the world had ended and roughly 99% plus of the population was dead, but things were okay. They were alive. They were breathing, they were well fed, and they were protected. More or less. They were able to worry about simple things again. It was nice in it's own way, though it didn't help too much about the stress of the past.

[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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There were a lot of emotional people here giving Hunter a run for his money. He knew he had his own issues with emotional breakdowns the last few days, but that he figured was mostly trying to adjust to this new lifestyle. While the video ran, he noticed several people crying. Did they really miss the old days that much? Hunter found it odd overall. Sure, the old days were less likely to die, but now they made the rules, and they didn't have to pay taxes anymore. At least in the same way as before. Now someone could travel the entire country and not have to worry about going bankrupt doing so. But these people were crying over this? He remembered the first day here, when he had his breaking point hit. He figured the chances of so many people from several separate groups knowing Anyone in the video were slime, so he didn't think that was the case. "[color=00a651]Okay then?[/color]" He said in a confused tone as everyone continued to be emotional. At one point he noticed the Russian woman dragging the bookcase across the room. He wondered if the guards if the guards would do nothing, or threaten to shoot her. So far, nothing.

Atticus came in, and the first thing Hunter noticed was the sidearm on the man. Figuring that looking at it too long would draw attention to him, he decided to hold off on identifying it. But he did take note of it, one more gun in play then before. Something smaller too. Something that could be concealed, or held with a single hand, leaving the other free for other actions. Though Hunter preferred two handed shooting, single handed was not out of the question. But again, he wouldn't pay too much attention to it now. He stopped the video that made so many tear up, and took it. Said something about interviews starting soon. But first, the pirate applicants were gonna get new peg legs and hooks. Hunter decided that if he was to lose his hand, he would go for a multi purpose metal stump. Something he could attach a blade too, or something he could grip the pump of a shotgun with. Either or sounded nice. If the leg, something with a hidden compartment. A good one too. Though that would depend on how much he lost.

Moving on from those thoughts, he figured if it was an interview, he would need to decide if he would stay or not. He figured he would stay long enough to get his strength back up, re familiarize himself with general combat and survival, earn some spare food rations, and then get back to it. Sure he didn't have any leads now, but he had Izibell. She was motivation enough. He might try North next, he vaguely remembers his mom mentioning something about a planned family trip there to see other family, though he didn't know where that family lived... He had time to figure that out though.

For now, Hunter decided he needed to occupy himself. TV was getting boring, and he didn't care to blindly look through the books right now. What was free, was the pool table. No one had claimed it yet today. Making his way to the currently unoccupied table he decided he would just do some practice shots. He hadn't played a game since he was a teenager, so he figured it would be fun. Seemed better then watching a video of other people having fun and listening to everyone crying over it. He set up the balls and grabbed his cue stick. Who knows, maybe this place could be decent?