[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] [hr][hr] Manny was glad to hear his friend was doing well. Out of everyone here Manny figured he worried most about Alexander. Not because he saw him as weak, but because he was a strong man who had seen some pretty fucked up shit even before all of this started, and like many people Manny had known who had returned from that war, they all struggled with how they felt. So they put on strong faces until they couldn't take it anymore. "[color=00aeef]I'm glad to hear that.[/color]" He said with a smile on his face. When his fellow baby boomer returned the question to him Manny wasn't really sure what to respond at first. "[color=00aeef]I'll be fine. Mostly just worried about what happens if someone doesn't get accepted here. Then I have to wonder, how should I react to that? What if it's someone we know? Or... Someone who wont make it far on their own? And if everyone here does get in, then what? Just from what I have seen this week, it seems that some of these people are going to have more trouble fitting in then others.[/color]" He spoke just loud enough for his friend to hear, he didn't want to let too many of his concerns be shared out in the open for all to hear. But he figured Alexander would probably have a better understanding then many in here. When the topic moved to something a little more pleasant Manny relaxed more. Beatrice and Thalia seemed like they were having a good time with one another. "[color=00aeef]If you need a sparing partner, I am afraid you may have to look elsewhere. Those days for me ended long before either of them were born.[/color]" Manny motioning towards Beatrice and Thalia. "[color=00aeef]Didn't change the fact that those fights were fun as a youth.[/color]" He spoke with a chuckle. He did leave out that some of those sparing fights for him as a youth were more then just sparing when he was younger. Sometimes they were more then that, sometimes people got hurt. Though that thought upset him, there were fun moments back then he found fun. "[color=00aeef]There seem to be plenty of former military here and others of the sorts, maybe one or two of them can spar with you? I'm sure that some of them would be up for it.[/color]" Manny's moment of solidarity of his friend is a more positive state and him looking back on positive memories was ended with the smell and explosion of the little baby's diaper exploding in Wayne's hands on his way to the parents. "[color=00aeef]Dear god, now I remember why I never had kids.[/color]" He said with a pained laugh. Though it wasn't the actual reason, it was definitely a supporting factor. [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] [hr][hr] She made the shot, perfectly. Hunter expected as much, but he didn't feel as ready for it as he would have liked. Nikki was nice, and sweet to him, and still fairly competitive. It was little things, but she reminded him of someone he used to love. He was scared to commit at this point, but what else could he do? When she stood on her heals waiting for her prize for winning he froze for a bit, a face of blank confusion on his face. What if this was a trick? Something to catch him while he was weak or emotionally vulnerable? What if this was something that Maddoc set up? Or the General guy? What if this was all a ruse to make him speak up about things he lied about, things he might share if he decided he could trust Nikki? Could she really be that devoted to this place? In the end, that didn't stop him. He leaned in awkwardly at first, slowly trying to figure out if this was just a quick little kiss, or if it was something more? He decided to keep it safe though. He leaned down just enough so that he could give her a kiss. He did a light kiss on her lips, debating if it should be something more then that. Hunter didn't even notice the foul mess that had happened in their small room. Though he found himself holding the kiss longer then he meant to though thinking about how to react now to Checkbook. He eventually pulled back, calm and slow, and found himself looking into her eyes. Hunter had many skills in combat, guns, and other things to really put fear into the hearts of his enemies when left unchecked. But this... was harder. Much harder. Did he mess this up? Did he make things awkward? Did he just let himself get close to someone when there was a high chance that he was going to get kicked out himself by tomorrow? All alone... But then if he stayed, what did that mean for... them. Were they going to be friends? Something more? God he hated trying to figure this out. This girl here, Nikki, was one of the few people he had met since all of this started that had been nice to him, or haven't tried to manipulate him. And he wasn't sure how to react. In that moment for that kiss, he completely forgot his fears about this being a trap. "[color=00a651]Huh.[/color]" He said with a soft look on his face. The confusion seemed gone, the fear seemed gone, he felt, relaxed. He felt... Safe.