[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] L5 (Outside mess hall) --> L7
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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	Manny enjoyed his time with Alexander. It was nice to have someone calmly to talk to who he had been able to share struggles with for the better part of the last few months. Even though he was sure that he could get along with people here well enough, there was something about surviving with others and learning to deal with struggles with them that helped build solid relationships. He was also glad to see the old vet was enjoying his humor. Manny was no practical joker, but he did enjoy a good joke every now and again. "[color=00aeef]Mixed bag here as well. Have had people who have been very polite and respectable, but complete and selfish jackasses, and I have met people who are ill-mannered, and yet very polite.[/color]" Funny how life did that sometimes. The worst people many times seemed nice for a while, and vice versa. Though he didn't expect anyone here to be like that, it was an interesting thought none the less.

	When talk moved onto the settlements again he could understand Alexander's point well enough. "[color=00aeef]I see your point there. But if there are other communities, what if there are ways to improve things even here? Sure the people here have things more or less figured out, but they are extremely restricted to this space. What if there was a way to expand things out without building the great wall of Florida through the state? SO that future generations could have a world to explore?[/color]" Manny had some small ideas in his head, but he lacked the military know how for making them work, and the logistical mindset as well. But he would love to see a day that people could walk the streets outside of walls again, and still feel safe. Use these communities they have now as a last resort rather then a standard of living. Who knows, maybe it's impossible for at least another couple generations. 

	The loud speakers went off surprising Manny at first, but he was more impressed then anything else. His last community tries something similar once, but after fear of it drawing walkers the project was dropped. He also took note that Alexander seemed to be getting used to his leg better. That was nice to see as well. Alexander struggled for the longest time when his leg had to get removed, even with what was put together in recent months he still struggled. It was nice to see him getting used to walking properly again.

	



[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] N7 --> O10
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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	Hunter decided that this girl was interesting, and maybe a start to getting used to people again. He would be slow to open up still despite the occasional weak moments. But she seemed like a good start. He could understand the problem of doing the same thing over and over again every day. Even in isolation here that was a bit much for Hunter. At least int he army when that was going on there was a challenge he was aiming to beat. And while on the road he normally knew where to look to find more ammo then he could carry on his own, and put it all to good use. "[color=00a651]If you want an original date try something in terms of learning. Handling different types of guns, hand to hand combat, how to take down an opponent twice your size. All the good stuff. Though if they are wearing body armor that is harder. But all armor has it weak points.[/color]" It was a fun thing for Hunter at least. Knowing how to take down any person who wanted to try and stop him. But people needed at least some strength to be able to do that. He was still rather weak from starving to near death. Better, sure, but still weak.

	He appreciated Nikki listening to him about his trust issues. The cannibal issues, the death issues, all of it. He opened his mouth to add about his other worried about this place, but he held off on that for now. Last thing she needed to hear was about his paranoid ramblings on what could be wrong with this place. About how there are worse things then being killed, or eaten. There were much worse things that could be happening. Though those thoughts were distracted by how Izibell trusts the people here. "[color=00a651]Izibell trusts everyone, she's kind of a jerk that way. Someone could be hacking my arm off and she would go to that same person for a belly rub that whore.[/color]" He laughed as he spoke. Rottweilers were amazing dogs, trustworthy, protective, but total attention whores. But the fact that she seemed to like it here was something. So why not give it a shot. 

	Hunter fumbled for a bit when the speakers went off. It was such a surprise for him that he found himself reaching over his shoulder for where his sawed off shotgun use to be, pumped and ready to fire. He stopped about as quickly as the reaction kicked in once he realized what it was. An announcement that the beach was opening up. He slowly pulled his arms back to his side. Loud speakers were not something he expected here. But he wasn't really sure what he expected so  anything was fair game. "[color=00a651]Parties, huh.[/color]" Hunter hadn't been to many parties growing up. He went to prom once. Nothing memorable though. "[color=00a651]Hell Yes I am ready to see Izibell![/color]" His smile showed this time. "[color=00a651]Let's get going then.[/color]"