[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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People were back, things seemed settled, overall things looked okay. He took note of the baby from the one couple seeming to have the time of his life with Wayne. Manny found him interesting, he was patient with Manny as he recovered from having a regular steady diet, and he was very correct about Manny being tired of everyone's shit on the first day. It was nice to see the gentle side of the man, though it seemed that this was going on for a bit now. Manny had been so deep in his own thoughts, he missed that bundle of cuteness having the time of his life. Manny figured what snapped him out of that self thought, was Man Nanny. Or Manny for the nickname. But he found that cute in the context used.

He noticed Alexander who also seemed deep in his thoughts. "[color=00aeef]Hey, you doing alright there?[/color]" There was apart of him that wanted to ask what he was thinking about, but over the last few months, he had gotten the idea that there were a lot of things that Alexander didn't want to answer. A simple yes or no question normally seemed to be one of the better ways to check up on the old veteran. Even though Manny was a very outgoing and talkative person, he understood the need to keep quiet about some things. He had his own past he didn't talk about much. Though people seemed to not ask a lot of questions when you gave them what seemed like a lot of information. Almost like an open book, but used as a front for a slight misdirection. It wasn't a malicious thing, but his youth years were harsh for him. Though he was sure that Alexander had seem some pretty fucked up shit around that same age as well.

[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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The cluelessness continued for Hunter as he struggled to understand what it meant to be a regular human being. His lack of being able to make decent conversation at times never helped him either. In many cases when he struggled he would reply with something along the lines of '[i]Huh[/i]" or '[i]Uhuh[/i]' as they were vague and could buy him some time to think of something better to say, or maybe brush off the conversation entirely. Hearing that Camp Mexico Beach no one seemed to hold personal possessions or gear was strange for Hunter. He had been apart of a rather small group that tried that once. It ended with a knife to a neck. He had been in groups that were the complete opposite, also ended with a knife to the neck. Though the more he thought about it, both cases may have been the people and not the method. So hearing that Camp Mexico Beach would be sharing his gear, Hunter replied the best way he knew how. "[color=00a651]Huh.[/color]" He spoke like he completely understood and grasped the concept when ignoring the actual word itself. He figured it made sense why some groups did it, rationing concepts and all. Though this group seemed to be very well set? He struggled to understand why he wasn't allowed to keep owning at least some of his gear? Sure most of it had no sentimental value to him. But some things just felt right to have available all the time to him. He wondered if that was something he would get used to or would struggle with. He could picture his father yelling something about "Communist Scum!" and going on a rather large rant. He did chuckle to that though.

Though, what she wanted did make sense thinking back to the whole conversation. To Hunter's surprise, this was what people called '[i]Flirting[/i]'. If she made the shot, she would want a kiss from him. If she missed, she would do his chores, and he would be even more bored. He wasn't really sure which was harder for him. First, he didn't want to be bored out of his mind even more. Chores were the only break up in his dull time in this damn room. Next, he hasn't been close to anyone in a long time, and he remembered that last relationship ending rather poorly. Though thinking back, it didn't start great either. But there was a lot he didn't know when that relationship started. So at first, all he could figure to say to the bet offer was "[color=00a651]Huh...[/color]" He said like he knew what he was saying, but this time with a slight bit more thought in it. As if thinking deeply about the offer.

After thinking about it for a bit, he wasn't completely sure what to do. He had seemed to stare off blankly into space for almost a minute before replying to Nikki. "[color=00a651]I uh... Sure... i guess yeah... sure.[/color]" The awkward boy that Hunter was deep down was showing again. When faced with a problem that can't be solved by shooting, stabbing, or blunt force, he was stuck. And he resorted back to the socially awkward boy he was back in highschool before joining the National Guard. "[color=00a651]I uh... yeah you're on I guess. Its a deal.[/color]" He said unsure of himself. Finally understanding that she was flirting with him, he got scared. What if she wasn't as nice as she seemed? What if this was some sick trick from this settlement? What if things were as they seemed and she saw Hunter for the creature he has become in the years since the apocalypse? None of those options were good for Hunter.