[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 stood in what felt like shock when Thana saluted him. He... He wasn't sure how to react in this case. He wasn't military, so his best guess was this was a sign of respect that normally someone outside of the military wouldn't receive. He did his best to salute back, but it was clear it wasn't something he did often. Or ever really. "[color=00aeef]I uh... Thank you.[/color]" He spoke taken back by this. He stopped his simple salute and let Thana get her greetings from everyone else. Manny had never done the things he did for praise. He didn't become a doctor in his early life to make money, though there were some selfish reasons in the mix, he did it mostly to do better by a world that he otherwise didn't give two shits about until that point. Even in his aging years, he never worked to be rich, he had plans to work until he physically couldn't anymore. Then maybe retire. 

Thalia spoke next. Also thanking Manny for what he did all those months ago. Looking back on it, he wasn't sure she did say anything out loud prior to now, but he was never looking for it. "[color=00aeef]You may be surprised to know this, but I am not a hugger. I haven't really hugged someone since I was last married, so you're fine.[/color]" He said with a chuckle. "[color=00aeef]But don't downplay what you did for me. If you and the rest of Team Eden didn't come when you did...[/color]" He stopped. Looking back, he was one of the lucky ones. He had only been there a couple days. He had seen others who have been there longer, and had the unfortunate fate of still being alive. "[color=00aeef]There's no telling what could have happened to me.[/color]" He lied. He knew, he saw what would happen to him. "[color=00aeef]The rest of you too. Thana, Alexander, Beatrice. And... Everyone else who didn't make it. I would not be here if it wasn't for all of you. Even if I didn't get caught by those...[/color]" He didn't dare call them people. "[color=00aeef]By them. I am no skilled fighter, or survivor. I spent most the recent years inside walls and walls, and rarely stepped outside them. Like so many others in the early days, I would not have made it without help from people who knew what they were doing. So... Thank you. All of you.[/color]" He decided to end his talk here, he knew for a fact that there were a few people in his small group that thought of him as a bit of an over talker sometimes. 

They were probably right, going back to the fact that Manny was not an adjusted survivor. He was simply an old doctor who talked much, and said hello to everyone. His only real survivor skill was his experience with a shotgun, anything else was from many years ago from before he decided to change his lifestyle. 



[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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Everyone seemed to be getting very emotional. He understood emotional, but there was clearly something going on here he didn't understand. So many people who should have been random strangers seemed to know each other, but it seemed everyone that was here knew each other in some way shape or form. That made Hunter uncomfortable. Everyone... Except him. He decided maybe he shouldn't think about it too much, there was probably something not related to his maybe to be soon death to explain it all. Someday he'd prob around and try to figure it out, unless he got shot or kicked out. Then he would lose all interest in the matter. The woman carrying the gun seemed to know a lot of people here too, that seemed odd but maybe she came in right before everyone by a few hours or a day or two. That seemed probable. Something struck him as odd about the woman though, something other then the gun on her hip that Hunter kept eyeing despite his attempts to not look at it. She seemed... Familiar. 

The first thing that came to Hunter's mind, was that he needed to stop over thinking things. He was just convincing himself that he knew her because everyone seemed to know someone here. Then it clicked, she was the girl in the home video! Or at least someone closely related. It was hard to tell because of the scars on her face. But that changed all of his ideas on this place and everyone knowing each other. He was sure he was over thinking it, maybe this was some kind of rally point and these people all had reason to be here. He went to take a sip of coffee to help clear his head, only to realize he was still out of coffee. Forgetting at first he finished it trying to gain the courage to apologize to Tatiana. "[color=00a651]... fuck.[/color]" He spoke looking into the coffee cup. His concerns for the people, the extra gun in play, and if he could stay were sidetracked that his happy calming drink was all gone. After day one, they were all put on one cup a day ration. After the amount of coffee they went through the first day, it made sense, but still. Coffee.

Looking around the room, it was clear that everyone was going through there moments right now. In some ways, that was sweet, in other ways, it meant that trying to be social was a bad idea right now. He tried for a while, even made some good progress this week, sure he would struggle and would rarely start anything socially, but he went along with it, and other then the first day he figured he did okay. He looked back at the pool table. The fucking pool table. If he stayed, he would make an effort to add more things to do here. Anything, even if it was work, fucking something. He actually liked pool when he first came into this room. He realized his thoughts were wondering again, he was stressed, they were going to learn soon if they were going to stay or not. He knew his chances were not great, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to stay. But his options were running out.