[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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The day was over faster then Manny thought it could be. One moment, it felt like the day was dragging, worrying about who would stay and who would go, and now? It was over. Though he was glad that he was with his friend Alexander. He seemed to have a lot of good experience and knowledge, especially in areas where Manny might struggle. He reassured him that there was nothing that they could do right now, but no matter what happened, use their superior age and take things calmly and smart. No need to rush or make things worse. "[color=00aeef]Yeah, let's hope this week is the worst of it. Hopefully the world outside of here is as bright and cheery as we saw when we first came in.[/color]" Though he imagined himself driving himself around in a golf cart, and he laughed at that. He never liked those things to begin with. Before the world fell, he figured either drive a car, bike, or walk. The golf carts seemed silly to him. Though maybe here they were more practical.

Manny noticed the surprise on Alexander's face when he mentioned he used to be a fighter, then asking about the context in a indirect way. "[color=00aeef]Nah, my patients were amazing. This was long ago in my youth. I was in something along the lines of... I guess a gang, something like a Greaser might be a good way to explain it.[/color]" Looking back at those days, thinking how hard he thought those days were, then looking back now. He wondered which was worse still. Him and his people VS the world, or Him and his people VS the world VS the dead world? "[color=00aeef]To be honest, did some pretty fucked up shit back then. Part of the reason I became a doctor. There were good times back then though, but I am glad those days are over for me.[/color]" It seemed that while he spoke Thalia had wont he match, though they were good sports about it. It was nice to see them having a good time with each other. Though he had a pretty good guess where things might go later tonight, at least he thought he did until there was some more conversation that Manny couldn't make out.

Heading back to their rooms Manny made his way to bed rather fast. He was an old man, so late nights and long days were not a thing he could handle as well as he used to. Alexander once they were settled into bed, gave Manny some words of reassurance, or as best as he could in this case. He was glad that no matter what seemed to happen, the old Vet would always be there to back him up in some way. Even though Manny wasn't a religious person, he respected what Alexander was saying. "[color=00aeef]Thank you.[/color]" He said to his friend's words of wisdom. "[color=00aeef]Good night, tomorrow, is the big day we've all been waiting for.[/color]" He went to sleep pretty soon afterwards, a nice calm dreamless night.



[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 wasn't sure what he expected. He wasn't normally someone that liked to get close to other people. He felt exposed, he felt weak, and with that, the kiss was brief. But like any other times he felt like getting close to someone, he felt weak, he felt exposed. The kiss was nice though, it was simple, and she seemed happy. Though she made a comment about how it needed work, and how she would win more from him. "[color=00a651]Next time, we'll do something I actually have practice in.[/color]" Ignoring the fact that he bragged about his days of mastering pool only moments before. The announcement came for them to go back to their rooms, time to go to bed, and then tomorrow, they got the news about who stayed and who had to go. He saw pros and cons to both, though not like he had much choice. 

But if he did get a choice, he had to really think about it. Cons of staying in CMB, he had been threatened with being shot at least 3 or 4 times now, which he found odd as he still hasn't threatened anyone yet. Sure he blew up on the first day so there was some justification, but there were two times prior to that still. None of his questions have been answered yet, other then some minor clarifications in an interview, but nothing useful or relevant to questions he asked the first day. So another con, very one sided trust in his opinion. There were a lot of officers here, which normally wouldn't bug him but even with a battalion of 300 people, that seemed like a lot of officers, or at least high end of that. Plus one was a general. That rubbed him the wrong way. It all seemed off. He no longer was allowed to own any of the gear he fought, killed, and bled for. He found that frustrating. He wanted to be thankful for what they had so far, but the cons listed makes it hard to be thankful for all of this. It made him feel like a pawn, a peasant, an indentured servant to be replaced once he died. He wondered how much of his own person he would be once he joined, it was made clear that leaving if he didn't like the place in a week or two wasn't an option. So another con.

But the pros. He would get to eat again, something he struggled with for the last several months. His dog would get to eat, Izibell wouldn't be held back by him not being able to find something to eat. He'd have a roof over his head, something he didn't have many nights due to worn out and destroyed buildings struggling to keep up with the lack of maintenance. He would be able to get dry clothes from time to time, clothes without holes in them, clothes that didn't smell like shit. That would be nice. He looked up long enough to see Nikki leave. "[color=00a651]See ya next time...[/color]" He said barely audible. Then there was Nikki, someone that he wanted to be able to trust. He missed that feeling. She was a pro he decided. No matter her intentions, or lack their of, she was a pro. He also stopped to consider his own issues with trust. Many people he struggled to trust because of how things went with his old unit, he wondered if a lot of his bias was because of that? 

He barely noticed the walk back to his room. What he did notice was that no matter what he decided, someone else had probably already decided his fate, and he would get little if any say in the matter. Once back to his room, he was back with Nigel. The guy seemed nice enough, and Hunter liked him more then anyone else that came in with them. He gave him a chance, was polite to him, played pool with him, and had not threatened him or mocked his mother. Sure he knew he deserved some of it, but he liked the former teacher for not being apart of it. Once he laid down in bed the teacher asked him about his day. "[color=00a651]Yeah, I'd say a good day. Better then any other days this week so far.[/color]" He said with a laugh. Though not his sarcastic or sadistic laugh, a legitimate happy laugh. he stopped suddenly realizing that. It was something he wasn't use to. He liked it.