[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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Morning started easy enough for Manny. He slept decent enough despite his fears for what was to come today, who would stay and who would go, and how they might react. Alexanders words the previous night did help though. Between the two of them, they had been alive many long years, with drastically different life experiences. He was pretty sure that between the two of them, their wasn't anything the two haven't experienced in some way shape or form. Though these people, The people of CMB, they were strict, and were not ready to take crap from anyone. Manny could respect that in some ways, but in others he worried they may have been too much and wondered if it had caused problems at times. "[color=00a99d]I'm awake, and ready to take on the day.[/color]" He said in a rather blank tone for his usual self. He could think of at least one person who may not take being accepted well. Or may take it too well and cause other issues. He could think of others too that may not take it well, or others who may not take it well if someone they knew wasn't accepted.

It didn't take any special detective to realize what was going on when the survivors entered the conference room. More guards, and more guns. They were prepared to take action if needed, and Manny believed they were more then fine using that action. Thinking back over the last week, he was surprised that they guards were armed the way they were instead of like prison guards, with riot gear and things like that. Sure these people knew how to survive well enough, but they also did a good job at making a situation more uneasy then he felt it needed to be. He tried to factor in his own experience into this, knowing that he had never been to war, he had been in walls almost the entire post apocalypse, and that he had never needed to handle real security work. So for all he knew, he was being over paranoid. 

The conference room felt.... Tense. But many were taking things well, and he liked that fact. He noticed Thana and a few others from the survivor group and Camp Mexico beach by some papers. Manny had a few guesses as to what those could be, but he couldn't be sure. Nor would he ask. His best guess, notes from the interviews. All compiled into something useful that all the key members could look at. Or for all he knew, maybe it was an inventory list of everything that the survivors had brought in with them. Sometimes Manny wished he was a proper detective. Then at least he would be able to figure out more about the things that were going on. Though, he would probably know soon enough. 

Everyone was settling into the main room, breakfast was being served, and yet again, Coffee. Manny grabbed himself a cup of the glorious caffeinated goodness. He had realized he had pushed his openly conversationalist personality on a lot of people during the week, which had really made many uncomfortable. He saw Alexander, Thalia, Beatrice, as well as a girl who he still didn't know that well all sitting together. He was tempted to go sit by them as they were used to him, but he also knew that many of these people were not fans of fast growing crowds. With the main room still leaving him rather uncomfortable as he felt confined, imprisoned, he found a spot in a chair with his back to the wall by himself. With his back to the wall it helped him forget how small this room seemed at times. Though he didn't show it, the room made him anxious at this point. Out of all the things in his life, nothing was as scary as his time in Eden, and the small cell that they kept him in until they sent him to go fight to the death in some form of shitty arena. That time in his cell had changed him in a way that he wasn't sure he would really recover from the same way. He wondered what things would have been like if team Eden had arrived a couple days later, and he had been forced to fight. Would he have been killed? Or worse... would he have won... 

Those times were over though. Now he just waited for the results and to see who would stay and be forced to leave. And those who may leave by their own choice. Manny was ready for it though, even if the stress was starting to get to him a bit.


[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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Morning has never been Hunter's friend. Between the nightmares, the fear of being attacked in his sleep, and the fact that he rarely liked starting his day too early anyways, this time of day sucked for the former soldier. Though today was a special kind of sucky. His nightmares enough they were not as bad as usual still kept waking him up making actually starting the day an annoying pain in the ass. Thrown on top, the stress of today's decision was starting to wear him down. He knew what would happen if he didn't get accepted, and he didn't really like his options of staying either, but they seemed better then what would happen if he got kicked out. Nigel was nice enough though, seemed he also was worried about today but in his own way. He spoke a bit in a language that Hunter didn't understand, but he didn't mind. Figured it had something to do with the theme he kept trying to go for. Hunter made note to learn some of it if they both ended up staying. It would be nice to know a limited language. He knew some Russian, but he wasn't amazing at it, and seemed many people here knew as well. So it would do him little good if any. "[color=00a651]Whatever may come, hopefully things to get out of hand today.[/color]" He replied back to Nigel before leaving the room himself.

Nikki was their guard on their way to the conference room. He didn't say anything to her though along the way, stuck in his own thoughts, he realized how stupid he was for letting himself get so weak in front of everyone. She seemed nice enough, but getting close to her was still a weakness. He would be vulnerable, and that could be exploited. Plus, there was always the chance that she was just trying to make him let his guard down. He wouldn't ignore her, but he would refuse to let himself get close to her. Thrown on top, Maddoc had a point, Hunter got shot at a decent amount. Though he rarely got hit himself, those around him tended to a decent amount. Izibell was one thing, she was a natural survivor, and could get away from danger much better then a human being. On their way in, he would acknowledge her with a wave then proceed to get himself breakfast. Though getting food he realized he wasn't really hungry. He wasn't sure if that was because he had actually been eating more food this week then he had the last couple months, or if he was just too stressed from all the chaos of the week, and what was to come today. He decided just the coffee and he would find somewhere to sit.

It took Hunter longer to realize then he thought, but all the guards were in today. All well armed, and all ready to handle a situation. Like someone losing their shit because they got refused. Someone who might blow up at a moments notice. Something like what he had pulled the first day. He will admit, he fucked up that first day. He was tense, and he was stressed. And he wasn't in his own proper mindset that day. Now though? Was he any better? Could he handle losing his dog if it came to that? He wasn't sure honestly. Could he take more threats of being shot? Hard to say. In that case, context. He found Nigel sitting by himself eating his own breakfast. Hunter, not wanting to be the odd one out, sat by him and drank his liquid confidence. "[color=00a651]Today's the big day huh.[/color]" He spoke without making eye contact. 

He struggled with regular conversations. But today, he was determined to not lose it. Normally that wasn't an issue, but the stress was hard on him, and he struggled to fight against it. "[color=00a651]You think those they kick out they'll ask politely first? Or just start off the bat at gun point?[/color]" He asked it if it were any other casual conversation question. "[color=00a651]Or maybe they have some other means to do so... Who knows.[/color]" Though he spoke like it was a regular conversation, it didn't take much to tell he was uneasy. His right hand clenching and letting go where the holster for his sidearm used to be, the fact that his eyes kept looking back and forth between the several armed guards. Though he wouldn't admit it, he was scared to a small degree. In most encounters with groups he was on bad terms with, he was armed, so even when he knew he would die if a fight broke out, having the guns made him feel at ease. Or even something, but he felt naked while unarmed. He felt even more exposed, he felt... vulnerable. And if things didn't work out today he would lose what little he had left.