[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 --> Briefing
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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Manny had realized soon after his little speech that he had done it again. He had spoken more in a couple minutes then the rest of his little team did in a single day. Sure, he wasn't a hugger, but damn was he a talker. It helped in his medical days to help people he worked with stay comfortable and to distract them from him yanking a tooth from their mouth. But in cases of well adapted survivors, he was a a shining light when it was dark and everyone needed a good night sleep. He had said several times he would work on it, so far, he has made little progress. If he did get the job where he thought he was going to, he would have to work on that anyways. Though he did wonder, how would their little team hold up once they were integrated into Camp Mexico Beach? It was clear that they were not all fits with each other, and many were put together by situational events. They had a bond that couldn't be broken now, but it didn't change the fact that they were not likely to interact nearly as much anymore once things got going. 

Manny did let out a chuckle seeing the can of Spaghetti-O's. "[color=00aeef]Oh my God...[/color]" He said with a smile on his face. He had completely forgotten about this noodle war until just now. Manny never really understood the feud that was going on, but he didn't care. It was something simple and nice that kept moral pretty damn high among their group. Manny backed off for a bit letting everyone else get some time to catch up with Thana. Soon enough, Panama came in and started listing off names. Pretty quickly Manny noticed that for the most part it was members of Team Eden, plus Ash, the Captain. He wondered what this was about, but his best guess was something to do with Thana, as to his understanding everyone here knew her a decent amount.

The group was escorted down the hall towards a room that said briefing. Manny found that strange and was wondering even more what all of this could be about? Did this mean they were staying? Was there something that they were all pulled in to cross reference? The room resembled something like he would expect from a guidance counselor office, a desk set up with a small group of chairs facing it. What Gunny had in mind for them? Who knows, but Manny felt as ready as he could for it. Though the look of confusion was definitely clear on his face.


[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 got pulled out of his trance when one of the guards walked towards the pool table he had learned to call home. His first though, Oh shit what did I do this time?! But, she came alone, and didn't have a gun drawn. So before Hunter said anything out loud, he stopped to think about what was happening here. Another thing he took note of, she was young. Probably younger then he was, surprisingly, not many people in that descriptor nowadays. And she... wanted to play pool? Hunter every day was more confused by these people. They were extremely strict in many areas, but very... relaxed in others. "[color=00a651]Sure...[/color]" He agreed to pool, he was tired of it, but maybe a new player would help. Plus, maybe this was a test, or something worse. For now, he would go along until he had an idea what was going on. But he would be mindful. She reminded him of someone he knew a few years ago, and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. He decided he would work on not over thinking it and let things play out for now.

She started, and Hunter would follow suit. His pool abilities have gotten better over recent days so he didn't suck nearly as much as he did a couple days ago. He did take note of a decent amount of the people in here being called out. He didn't really know anyone's name yet. He didn't spend any time with anyone outside of a couple people. He took note of the old man he shared a room with, the girl who seems like would make a better pirate then he would, the Captain, the girl who came in with the extra gun in play, and the girl who pinned him and threatened to break his arm. He knew some of their names, but not all. He made a mental note to learn more names. Once they left Hunter turned his attention back on the girl he was playing pool with. "[color=00a651]Kinda surprised that anyone from here is willing to interact with me. Figured word got around pretty fast that I am the problem child of the group.[/color]" He mentioned this for a few reasons. The main one, to try and understand her more as a guard, and as a person. Another being, he was legitimately confused why anyone from Camp Mexico Beach would want to interact or be near him. Though he passed off the comment with a smile, as if it were a joke. "[color=00a651]Name's Hunter. What's yours?[/color]" His joke smile was gone at this point, he just kept a focused look towards the pool table as he played. Though his focus would be on her reaction.

What Hunter wasn't expecting was another person to ask to join in. His first thought was "What the fuck is with this pool table?!" So far, it has done more for his reputation here then he has himself. "[color=00a651]I mean, I don't mind. Though I should warn you, I've done nothing but pool for a few days now. I'm a bit of a pro.[/color]" He lied with a joking smile. Sure he had gotten better, but that wasn't a high bar to beat. His skills were limited. Hunter did recognize the girl as friends with the red head girl he tried talking to on day 1. Though they seemed closer then friends, Hunter made another mental note to figure that out more. Family maybe? Group family? That happened sometimes when the world ended. He didn't offer a name to her though, he made his introduction known to all members of quarantine on day 1, and knew he lost that first chance. He would continue to try and play pool without seeming like a paranoid asshole looking for ways to fight off the whole room. Though that was a habit that wouldn't leave, he would work to be less obvious about it.