[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]  Briefing --> Quarantine 
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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The briefing was hard, but it was well needed. And thinking about it, Manny could see why they did it. The scene was almost like ripping off a band aid, get it over with once, then it would likely be dropped forever. Who didn't have an experience like that at some point? Everyone probably had a lot of those now, some worse then others. Everyone had a moment to process what they were told, Manny barely registered that it was time to leave until he saw everyone getting up. Did someone say something? Was he so in his own thoughts that he wasn't registering things correctly now? He stood up, and noticed Beatrice was staying behind for the time being. Thinking back, he did remember some names being listed, hers wasn't one of them. Manny almost offered to stay with her as everyone else was leaving, but he figured that wouldn't help anything at this point.

Manny followed the others back and found himself a comfortable enough chair to rest in. He couldn't get the images out of his head, the story that they have been told, everything. It was... a lot to take in. Manny normally in situations like this would think of something to say to help bring up the mood, but he had nothing now. He looked around the room to see what had happened while he was gone, seemed Wayne was now watching babies. Manny wouldn't have considered that though very much, but the man seemed protective enough. Though Manny did question his care taking abilities. Thinking about it, Manny never had kids, and decided as long as he wasn't being a dick to the kid he was probably fine. They seemed to be having a good time. He noticed Hunter playing pool with one of the guards, a girl surprisingly younger then he was by the looks of it. It was cute in a way, Hunter seemed like an awkward teenager who was just going with the motions struggling what to say. Manny missed those days, but he was glad to see that there was some good things happening still.

There was another movie playing, Manny never got into movies as much. Sure there were exceptions, but overall they were just not his thing. Though he did notice everyone having a good time with it. The last few months were hard, painful, and scary in more ways then he could count. But, things were looking up for the first time in a long time. He just needed to see this place outside of this room to get a good solid idea of what this place was really like. That was most of his stress and fear now, what was this place actually like?

[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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To say that Hunter was socially inept, was a pretty accurate statement. The only people he really got along with growing up were his siblings and their friends. While in the National Guard he got along with some members of his unit pretty well, but he wouldn't really call any his friends. A lot of it stemmed from trust issues he never knew how to overcome, and the fact that he lived in the middle of nowhere with a pretty comfortable life. As comfortable as living on a scrap yard could be at least. But it was heaven for him. Even int he worst of times. Especially in the worst of times. So all of this, trying to get along with people who other then a few minor instances in the early days haven't done much to make Hunter feel like he would get stabbed in the back, was strange for Hunter. Everyone he felt he could trust since the world changed seemed to betray Hunter in some way, and he just couldn't get his mind across all of this as well as he wanted to.

But Nikki, Checkbook, was something different. He was still worried that this was a trick, but she seemed nice enough. He laughed a bit at the reasoning for her code name. "[color=00a651]I had several members of my old unit call me Greyjoy, I never understood why until near the end of my training when one of the guys told me I reminded them of someone in a book who smiled at all the wrong things. I asked what book, they told me the name, can't remember it now. I just remember the name sounding silly.[/color]" She was right about the mac and Chilly with cheese. Probably the best MRE as long as it didn't make you sick. "[color=00a651]There was a beef jalapeno one I really liked though, found it once, never again. Should have written down which meal it was.[/color]" He said thinking back to when he raided his old Units food reserve. Hunter let out a laugh for the distillery situation. He stopped once he realized he laughed out loud. He stopped himself with a look resembling fear. Did he laugh too much? Did he show too much of himself? Did he even know what of himself he was showing? He relaxed at the talk about Maddog. Seemed right so far, though he wasn't a fan of getting threatened to get shot. Sure first day kind of justified that, but he felt the other times it was over the top. But maybe that was the point.

She seemed to be enjoying the fact that he fucked up his shot. He let himself smile again as she took aim again. When she told her age though that confused him, even with the clarification. He stood there puzzled and confused. Almost like someone spoke to him in a language he didn't understand. Then it registered. "[color=00a651]Ohhhhh. Okay that makes sense now.[/color]" As if answering his own thoughts. Not long after it was his turn, but he was still hung up on Checkbook's comments about Izibell. He was glad to hear she was doing well, getting air, enjoying life. But it was hard for Hunter to be without her. She made him feel safe, helped with with his nightmares. He made sure she ate before he did, she meant everything to him. He missed her, but was glad to hear she was okay. His emotions were showing again, he realized before he took his shot and wiped his face off noticing nothing. And he put on a strait face again, like nothing had happened. "[color=00a651]Cool cool. Yeah lets uh...[/color]" He was distracted. He was struggling to stay focused on what he was doing. Then he remembered, it was pool, something simple.

He set up for his next shot and took it. The shot was clearly poor, but it went in well enough. He took a deep breath and made another. "[color=00a651]Huh, looks like I am having a comeback. Better watch out or you'll lose to some poor asshole stuck in a conference room.[/color]" He took another shot, it went in. Hunter surprised himself, he rarely got a third in a row, this was his chance to come back. He took another shot a bit preemptively and messed it up. "[color=00a651]Welp, that sucks.[/color]" SO much for getting the upper hand. "[color=00a651]Well it seems that the pool table is cheating again. Not sure what to tell you other then you wont be able to see my true powers of pool while it's in this mood.[/color]" He was going to make the most out of now, he knew that soon he would get his fate determined. That scared him, like most things. But unlike most things that Hunter was scared of, this one couldn't be solved with a sawed off shotgun. Not with a high likelihood to win at least.