[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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[color=00aeef][b]Day 4:[/b][/color] The fourth day was simple for Manny. His interview was over, Alexander came back on two feet, and damn was it a sight to see. Whatever contraption they put together was about a hundred times better then anything Manny could improvise. "[color=00aeef]So? Was it Terminator?[/color]" He asked with a slight laugh. It was good to see the man walk again. To add on the good news, the baby walk walking too! Sure he would to get to know him, but the parents didn't seem as up for that. He didn't blame them for that. He also noticed Hunter being social, and hasn't had an outburst since that first day. Sure he still gave Manny the creeps at times, but he seemed to be doing better.

Room reassignments came today after dinner. Manny stayed in the same room which was nice, though Hunter and Ash got reassigned. Alexander got moved into his room though. He didn't mind that, they were used to backing each other up when need be. Even with one foot, the man was still a much better fighter then Manny. Overall, it was looking good. Boredom seemed to be a common theme for many in recent days, though Manny found that odd. There were so many books available! How could anyone be bored?

[color=00aeef][b]Day 5:[/b][/color] Manny continued his chores with a refreshed attitude, and not feeling like shit anymore he worked as hard as his aging body could. Though as things started to look up, Manny had to remember that nothing was perfect. Tatiana's interview had lasted well over 4 hours. She seemed to have become even more distant because of it too. What the hell kind of interview did everyone else get? His was short and sweet, the interviews seemed to be getting longer, and people seemed to be coming back worse and worse. Though a few people had shorter ones, they still had a defeated feeling to them when they came back. The exception being Amelia, Manny didn't really know her outside of catching her name though. He did remember her being pretty upset after she got her hair cut, so seeing her relaxed now was nice.

Manny did notice that many people seemed to be getting bored while in quarantine. He found that odd as they had so many books here! Even though the selection was limited here, the options were not half bad. Sure books weren't for everyone, but things didn't seem that bad? He did take note that after Amelia came back from her interview Hunter left for his. From what he could tell of the boy, it seemed like things could get worse here, it would all depend on the boy though.

[color=00aeef][b]Day 6:[/b][/color] Manny was finally understanding the boredom issue. Sure he loved books, but damn it would be nice to do other things. He missed working, he missed jogging, or even just walking. He noticed Thalia and Ash doing pushups, though that would be something Manny wasn't in as good of shape as he used to be. So that he would have to pass on. He watched a couple shows on the TV a bit, but he was never really a fan of Television. He wasn't very good at pool, and he didn't want to push things with the soldier boy anymore. Cards were an option, if he got too bored of his book, he would join a game later. 

Ash came back from his Interview today. He looked like he had been in a full on brawl?!  Manny having been a doctor for almost his entire life felt he should at least do a simple check, but where to start? Sure the man physically looked like shit, but... He was smiling? 


[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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[color=00a651][b]Day 4:[/b][/color] Today was overall a decent day for Hunter. He played a game of pool, no one died, no one threatened to kill him. Overall, a win. Plus, he was working towards improving things with at least some people here. Though Hunter was horribly out of practice when it came to pool, he still felt he did a decent game, even though he struggled to play a three way game of pool when the balls were normally only stripped and solid colors. It was weird, but it was fun just hitting balls over and over again. He wasn't sure what he thought of Erica at the moment. Nigel seemed pretty decent though, someone Hunter could probably get to like eventually. "[color=00a651][/color]Hunter's the name yeah.[/color]" He spoke answering his prior question. Hunter didn't mind small talk, especially if it wasn't about the early days. "[color=00a651]I used to go to highschool a town away from where I lived, Penn Yan Academy. Nice enough school, though conflicts made it hard to stay focused on it.[/color]" Soon Nigel had to leave for his interview. Hunter hoped that whatever he had for an interview didn't lead to him getting shot in the back of the head once he left the room.

Erica also left for her interview today. Playing pool Hunter didn't really keep track of time much so he wasn't really sure how long the two were gone each. But it didn't seem too long. Hunter made a note that it could be helpful to get a watch at some point. It never hurt to have a good watch. Or even a cheap one. At some point after dinner Gunny came in to let everyone know that they were getting room changes. So instead of the Captain and the old man, he was getting Nigel. He seemed nice enough, so Hunter wouldn't complain. No interview for Hunter today. Another thing he was fine with. More time for pool and... pool.

[color=00a651][b]Day 5:[/b][/color] Today Hunter did his chores, did them well, then went back to pool and coffee. Sure he liked pool, but god he wanted anything else to do. Did they set it up like this on purpose? To test people in situations where they get figity? To see how people would entertain themselves? TO stress people out waiting? God, no matter what it was, it seemed fucked up. Sure he could probably join a game of cards, if it wasn't for the fact he didn't know how to play any card games. He had no plans to admit that to anyone here, especially Wayne, he could see Wayne saying something stupid if he found out about that. So no, cards were off the table. So pool... more pool. So much fucking pool. On the plus side, if things went wrong, a pool cue made a better weapon then a coffee cup.

Hunter was partially convinced that they were skipping interviews today, then he remembered the Russian woman left this morning. And was still gone... Hunter saw this as bad for a lot of reasons. 1) Most interviews so far has been less then an hour, or barely over. 2) Was there more going on outside of interviews that should be noted? 3) Out of everyone to target, the mother seemed like an odd choice. Then again, she did throw the first punch. But the Captain took it well enough. 4) He wouldn't get a chance to say anything to her if she didn't show before quarantine was up. He felt guilty about day one still, but with nowhere to go he wasn't comfortable talking in front of anyone here. Especially since half had threatened to kill him or beat him up.

She came back hours after those thoughts crossed his mind. She had the look of someone who once had the confidence of the world, then had all of it ripped out from under her. "[color=00a651]What the fuck happened here?[/color]" He wasn't talking to anyone in particular, mostly thinking out loud. Two more people went in for interviews. The new comer who Hunter still didn't get his name, though everyone else seemed to know him, and the used to be red head girl who wanted nothing to do with Hunter. Before he gave good reason for it in his mind. Then his name was called. Glancing at the Russian mother he wondered what was in store for him. He held the pool cue for a while, finally opting to set it down. There is a reason the human race decided to stop using sticks and stones. Bullets did more, and at a fraction of the effort.

After two hours, and forty five minutes, Hunter came back. The stress on his face was clear, the fear was easy to see. He looked like he was told the most important bits of information in the world, and had no idea what to do with that information. He wandered his way over to where he set his coffee cup down and went to take a sip. Once the cup was upside down over his head he realized he had finished it before he left. With the mix of emotions he was having he wasn't sure what to do, though the motions he did implied he was ready to pelt the cup to the wall. He stopped himself before the motions really went into play, but he wanted to so much at this point. He decided, this place is cruel, probably more cruel then the outside world. But he had to make it work. He kept to himself in a chair for the rest of the day. One plus side to this afternoon, no more fucking pool.

[color=00a651][b]Day 6:[/b][/color] Unlike previous days where Hunter put decent effort into his chores he was slower today, distracted on his own thoughts. He did his job still, but it was noticeable when he stopped and thought. Unlike prior cleanings, he didn't find himself looking for potential weapons and where to hide them. Though the job was done, and done well, it just took longer then usual. He had stopped eyeing people as threats, and how he would take them out if need be. He stopped internally plotting how to get a gun in his hands. Compared to the boy who walked in with a plan to take on the world, and ready to take it down with him, he had been broken. Now he just went through the motions until he could figure out what he had to do next. No, he was pretty sure he knew what he had to do. He was just scared to. Because if he fucked up it would mean everything to him.

After breakfast, Hunter took his cup of coffee and walked over to the couch. He was slow, and tried to hold the coffee in a non threatening way. But he held it tight like it was the only thing keeping him going and he would collapse if he lost it. He kept distance from the young baby, making careful note that he would probably get beaten to death with his own cup if he got too close to him. He stopped a bit off to the side of the couch, away from the young baby, and with a bit of distance between himself and Tatiana. "[color=00a651]You're right. I know nothing.[/color]" He spoke like he was struggling to get the words out. "[color=00a651]I... I uh... fuck...[/color]" His words broke, and he was having trouble speaking. "[color=00a651]Sorry just... Trying to figure out... how to word this.[/color]" He took a sip of his coffee, then took a deep breath. Deciding the coffee was more help, he took another sip of that. "[color=00a651]I'm trying to apologize... but I don't think a simple one liner will do it... If you want me to stop here I will, but I really do want to make things...[/color]" He wasn't sure what he wanted to make things now that he thought of it. "[color=00a651]I fucked up. So if I could get a chance to fix that it would be awesome. If not, I get it, and I will walk away, and we wont ever talk again.[/color]" Hunter waited for a response from Tatiana and to get tackled again. By who, could be anyone. Then he took another sip of coffee. The coffee helped, but damn did he wish it was something stronger. He barely noticed when Ashed walked in looking like he fought the world and the world tapped out.