[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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Hunter had faced many challenges in his lifetime. His first deployment, he was stationed to assist with the evacuations in his state. Every step of the way was a lose. HE had dealt with countless people who would hurt others to make their lives easier. He has fought hunger, dehydration, the stress from being alone, and this chat with Tatiana ranked fairly high on that list. Without a list in front of him, he would guess like 8th hardest thing he has done in recent years. Though the solution for making things end well wasn't the same as the next 7. After Hunter waited for her response, she spoke a very simple reply. In her heavy Russian accent, she said they were good. The terms were simple, the response was simple. He... wasn't ready for that. Though, he wasn't really sure what to expect. Did he expect to get tackled again? Honestly yes. He was ready for those that cared about her to put him back in his place in the corner of the room with a coffee cup in hand and wait him out until he got confirmation that he would be kicked out. He almost expected a punch from Tatiana. A good one to misaligned his jaw. This... He wasn't prepared for.

Struggling to pull words again he took a sip of his coffee. He was clearly trying to speak, but nothing was able to come out. "[color=00a651]I uh.. I...[/color]" This all felt off for him. Most people he had met had either tried to kill him, or he shoved them away because he didn't know how to handle things peacefully. "[color=00a651]Uh... thank you...[/color]" He spoke, still struggling for words. But he was glad to be able to do speak that. "[color=00a651]Sorry again...[/color]" He took another sip of his coffee. His cup was almost empty at this point. He figured he had spoken enough at this point, no reason to push things and make it worse. So he stepped away.

Once away from the awkward conversation that he made awkward he made his way back to the pool table. After looking at it for maybe 10 seconds, he decided he had enough pool for the year and needed to find something else to do. Taking time to look about the room, he saw that the Captain had returned, and he looked like shit. But he was smiling so Hunter shrugged it off. Sparring gone wrong maybe? Or... Sparring gone right? He didn't spar much so he didn't know how it was supposed to go.

What Hunter did notice were the two people who just walked into the room, also wearing the same bands as the rest of them. The uniform was easy enough to recognize as not Army and Not Marines. He wasn't completely sure what Air Force Field uniforms looked like, but Navy blue was recognizable as... Well Blue. Though for all he knew, Air Force. Or Coast Guard... Now he wished he payed better attention to the other branches. The other guy was a bigger well built man. Someone Hunter did not want to spar with. The woman, had clearly seen better days. So have they all, but her face clearly showed it. What also got his attention, is that unlike all the others in quarantine, she was armed. The only one outside of the guards who were armed. A pistol, a holstered one at that, but a pistol none the less.

The fact that she had the gun on her said a lot about her, more then the hell that had clearly come across her face. Who the hell was she? Did she know someone who trusted her with it? And if so, why did she need it in here? That made Hunter uneasy. He remembered what Maddoc told him in the interview, and tried to suppress his thoughts about what would happen. But it was hard none the less. He did take note, that many people in here knew her it seemed. He found that odd that so many people that knew each other all landed up here. Was this town some rally point for another larger group? Did all these people know each other before shit hit the fan? It was confusing. He had no reason to approach her, so he stayed put by the pool table trying not to stare at her sidearm. But who was she? 


[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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Still worried about Ash Manny was trying to find the best way to approach the situation. The hardest part was that he was smiling, what the hell happened to lead to that?  Manny walked his way over to Alexander hoping that the old Vet maybe had a better guess then Manny. Was it some kind of military joining ritual? He had known many people who were in the military, his second partner was in the military, and he never heard anything like this happening? "[color=00aeef]You have any idea what could have happened?[/color]" Ash didn't seem to be keen on sharing what happened personally based on what others were doing.

Though the new people walking into the room didn't answer, Wayne's comments to Ash gave him a few ideas. Though he had to take everything the man said with a good spoon of salt. Though the taller man he didn't ring any bells for Manny, the woman got his attention. Her scars were harsh, her leg was wrapped up, and she wore some kind of military uniform that Manny couldn't place. Or maybe it was a strange hunting garb? But taking another look, that didn't matter. "[color=00aeef]Thana?[/color]" He couldn't believe his eyes at first. He knew he was getting up there in age, but... He didn't think he was delusional yet? Watching Thalia go over and hug the woman confirmed his thoughts. There was a large mix of emotions that passed through his mind, but the main was, was joy and relief. 

He walked his way over to their former leader, still in partial disbelief. "[color=00aeef]You... You're... You're alive.[/color]" He spoke, his confused tone drifting to almost solid joy by the end of the sentence. He wouldn't hug her unless she prompted it. Despite Manny's social nature, he wasn't much of a hugger. He was debating between trying to improvised a solute or something else? Deciding that he didn't want to make a fool of himself he held off on a solute, it seemed easy but he would probably miss details that were easy for actual military personal. "[color=00aeef]I'm... I'm glad to see you're alright. Can I get you anything? This place has... Everything. We have a lot of things here in quarantine and...[/color]" He struggled to speak, what would he say here?

He knew what he wanted to say, Where have you been? But now wasn't the time. He wondered of the new scaring had something to do with it? Most likely yes. That looked... Less then great. He wondered what had caused it. He wanted to ask if she was okay, but they had doctors here, so that felt redundant. So he just smiled, and tried to keep his thoughts in line as this almost unreal event took place. "[color=00aeef]I'm glad you made it.[/color]"