[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] Tram --> Mess Hall (L5)
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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For Manny he found the tour overall very exciting, though surprisingly after a week of being in quarantine he just felt tired out. Leaving the tram he made his way tot he mess hall and was surprised to see the number of people in there. It reminded him of how much things have changed since this all started. Nowadays? This was a ton of people, but he could think of times where he could get as many people as patients over the course of two of three weeks. He wondered what the meal schedules for people who worked outside of normal hours were? He imagined that at least a couple people had to be working on different schedules. At least for guard duty. He also wondered what the other settlements were like? But that was a question for another day. 

Manny grabbed his food and took note of everyone in the room. It all felt so... Normal. He saw that everyone in quarantine had broken off into mixed groups with the people from camp Mexico beach. He was honestly expecting everyone to group up together with some integration. Though it was a good sign none the less that things were working out. In his moment of thought, he hadn't really realized how long he had been standing there with his thoughts roaming. He grabbed his food and looked for somewhere to sit. Despite his very outgoing nature he was still getting used to culture here, and so he wasn't really sure where to sit at the moment. He noticed Alexander and Thalia sitting by the ends of one of the tables. He figured out of anywhere 
it was somewhere as good as any. He made his way over with his food in hand and let them finish up their current conversation before speaking. "[color=00aeef]Mind if I sit here? Still getting used to people here I guess.[/color]" He didn't imagine that they would say no, but he wouldn't sit until they did. If someone had something against him there at the moment he wouldn't blame them. Thalia and Alexander were reserved people, and Manny had pushed that more then once without realizing it. And he could always find other places to sit.



[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] Tram --> Mess Hall (L5)
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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In his moment of processing everything he realized he missed his chance to pick up Izibell. When that moment hit him on the way tot he mess hall he stopped to register it, then spoke in a brief but sharp tone. "[color=00a651]Son of a Fuck Bucket.[/color]" He cursed his poor attention span in the moment, and decided to move on with things and find Atticus. Maybe dinner first... He went in and noticed the amount of people. Yes, he knew that there were 300 people. But damn... seeing so many in one place was... a lot for him. Considering every group he has been apart of since things fell apart has either been hostile, or wiped out rather soon after his arrival, or both. This was a lot for the former soldier to take in. "[color=00a651]Huh... people...[/color]" He got his food quietly, and sat down trying to block out the world. He sat with his back to the wall and decided he should find somewhere else to have meals. Even if it was just less people, this was a lot. Plus he knew he was on a lot of people's shit list, and he still wasn't sure how all of them may react in situations. Sure, they seemed nice. But that threat of being shot was his first impression of the place, and it was lasting. 

When he finally finished his food he looked around. Things were still... calm. Though he noticed Atticus finishing his food up and cleaning things up. Rushing to finish his food (Sometimes with a fork sometimes with his hand) He made his way at a rather speedy pace to Atticus. "[color=00a651]Hey, .hey, hey. Uhhh... is it.. To late to pick up Izibell? She like... Uh..[/color]" Guns, explosions, simple engineering tasks, and animals. All things he could handle. But words and people were a lacking skill on his part. But trying to catch him before he left, Hunter pulled together the words he needed to speak. "[color=00a651]Yeah can I uh... pick upisha-[/color]" He stopped himself again. He took another deep breath and calmed down. His words were twisting up and he was struggling to speak again. "[color=00a651]Can I please pick up Izibell.[/color]" He spoke as if he was plotting out each word. But he seemed to be polite about it still none the less.