[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 --> H6
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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	Now that everyone that remained had been accepted in, and were the ones staying, the guards eased up a lot more. Things felt... strangely normal. There was some chatter here and there, Thana talked a bit with one of the guards before she rode her skateboard off. Manny decided that was probably not the form on transportation that he would be trying to learn. Sure he may have had fun with it in his youth, but even then he was a very sure footed muscle head. Being on wheels like that would probably be more comedic then anything else. Manny before leaving the conference room decided to meet up with Alexander. "[color=00aeef]Ready for our new world?[/color]" He spoke trying to keep the moment a little positive, but he was struggling. Sure he wasn't close on a emotional level with Beatrice, but they were like family in some ways. But she seemed to thrive in environments like those outside of these walls. She'll do well. Even if he would miss her.

	Leaving quarantine felt good. Being outside again was a surprising thing for the old dentist. He had gotten used tot he cool air of air conditioning, being outside almost felt like a cruel punishment more then anything else. "[color=00aeef]Damn, this will take some getting used to again.[/color]" Manny is pretty sure it wont take too long to adjust, as long as some major heat wave doesn't come through and devastate the southern state. What surprised him other then the sudden heat, was the Tram that awaited them to give them the tour of this place. Seeing as he hasn't ridden in one before, this could be fun. Not really sure what to expect from the tour outside of some basic explanations Manny sat himself in an empty row at the front of the wagon. Seemed the main machine was filling up pretty fast anyways. He was excited to see what his new home would be, but anxious about it. The excitement held stronger though.


[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 --> H6
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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	Tonight's party sounded decent enough. The lady with the scared up face who's name Hunter still couldn't place was going to get dragged up for more singing tonight, he would get to be with Izibell again, and he would be in a semi open space again. Though the last one was a simple comfort more then anything else. Hunter figured since he was staying, he had to make some goals for himself. One, keep things simple, avoid making more enemies. Two, get himself into a position with a gun. Though he would not likely ever [i]Need[/i] one, he felt safer with one then not. Even if he never fired it. Three, find some decent hobbies. Maybe get back into scrapping like the old family business? Make a set of armor that would make Ned Kelly proud? He wasn't sure. But he needed a hobby none the less. He did take note that Nikki got what weapons she had taken and would most likely be returned to inventory, good thing to take note of no matter how things went for himself. Limited possession. Made sense, but still. Four, he needed to find a space for just himself. If he found himself in a position to afford an apartment, great. If not, he'd settle with a closet or a small untraveled space behind a building. But that would cause more suspicion then the other options. But it was another thing, not needed as much, but when needed, it was nice to know it was there. 

	Nikki ended up riding off on her skateboard soon enough. Back to Supply from what little he heard. He would needed to decide how he felt about her. Was he emotionally starved? Easy to get to? Or did he actually like her a bit? Those thoughts were confusing to him, and it was an expression that showed on his face. Confusion. He also wondered if she reminded him of others that were close to him, but that was all connected to memories he normally tried to avoid. So he decided to not use memories to compare her to those he may have known before. She is nice though. While his mind was active, he accidentally reminded himself of something else he needed to take care of. He was still under weight, and at only a portion of his strength. Five, gain weight, and get stronger. 

	The temperature outside was noticeably hotter then it was inside. Though the initial surprise got his attention, he shrugged it off easy enough. His time up north had taught him a very important lesson about Central New York. Don't like the weather, wait five minutes. The winters would reach record cold every other year it seemed, and the summers record hots every few years. Got comfortable, you'd lose next season. Sure, the AC was nice, but now being outside felt nicer. The super super golf cart with a dozen seats, and a wagon with double that number sat outside waiting for them. Atticus was waiting to take them on the tour to show them their new place of residency. Hunter decided that with how many people here he was on negative terms with, best to get some space for now. Worst case scenario, he wouldn't be able to hear what the tour information was, and he would have to learn it later. He sat in the last seat all the way in the back, seemed free enough.