[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] L11 (Beach party!) [b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center] [hr][hr] The camp fire talk was something special. Shears was a good conversationalist, Alexander seemed happier then Manny had seen him since knowing him, and Manny didn't have to walk around with his shotgun over his shoulder or in his hands to feel comfortable. Though he would love to have access to it in case of an emergency, or to pick up target shooting again, he understood the reasoning why he didn't have it now though. Manny did let out a bit of a laugh to Alexander's reply to the hair change recommendation. "[color=00aeef]I'm not ratting you out. Just think of it like... Setting you up for a great story for later. Or an explanation.[/color]" As he spoke his idea, his hand moved in a circle fashion as if he was thinking of a good way to give out his joke. Before too long Shears left to go get a drink at the bar. Manny had no plans on drinking tonight, he was getting old and old age was already catching up to him in uncomfortable ways. Last thing he needed was to have a few drinks to trick him into thinking he was a lot younger then he actually was. When Dungeon and Dragons was brought up, Manny was about as useless as a brain dead goldfish. "[color=00aeef]Can't say I can help you clarify.[/color]" He spoke to the old Vet. "[color=00aeef]I knew people that used to play, they didn't seem like the Devil Worshiping kind of people. Nerds. Yes. Absolute nerds.[/color]" He left out the part where he picked on those kids from time to time, though it didn't really get popular until he had grown past that phase of his life. Though even as an adult he found it a silly game. He did wonder about the ways he could keep busy in his free time. Though they did have a library here. He took a moment to see all the kids running around on the beach with their sparklers. God what it would be like to do that again. Then it occurred to him, those would probably be the kids he would be teaching from time to time. He was also able to take note of Alexander who had found himself focused out onto the ocean side. "[color=00aeef]Hey, how are you doing?[/color]" He didn't show concern when asking. It was meant as a simple, informative question. He didn't want to make Alexander feel like he had to share more then he wanted to. [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] L11 (Booze spot) [b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center] [hr][hr] The bar seemed to be a very active place. At this moment, there seemed to be more people at the bar then there had been with any group he had been with since his unit fell apart. It was.... uncomfortable to say the least for the soldier boy. God... there were so many people here... For the longest bit he had trouble keeping track of who was coming and going. This would take a lot of getting used to. He almost didn't notice when Nigel started talking to him. But thankfully Hunter had at least some trust for the man, so he dedicated some attention to him. "[color=00a651]Izibel? She's doing good. Probably annoyed that I had to drop her off in our room. But otherwise good.[/color]" She probably would have liked the scrap yard. Nice, open, other dogs. An overall nice place. Adelaide brought up the point right about then about not knowing what he could handle. But he accepted the beer with a smile and a simple "[color=00a651]Thank you.[/color]" He took a few sips from it as if he was drinking a soda, a few big gulps and then set it down. Hunter in his mind thought he could drink a decent amount and stay functional. In the early days? Maybe. He was still at a starved weight though. Drinking would be an adventure here. "[color=00a651]Adelaide? After this mind if I get something a bit stronger?[/color]" He tried his best to be polite. He was new here, and offered booze. Plus, you never wanted to piss off the person making your drinks. But he did laugh a little at Adelaide teased Nikki about her drink. Hunter found all sorts of things funny. He turned his attention back to Nigel. "[color=00a651]How are things going on your end? Anything crazy or interesting?[/color]" He liked Nigel. Figured he was someone that would be good to be friends with, apparently he knew his way with a sword too, meaning if things broke down inside the walls, he could probably hold his own in an unarmed fight. Not a bad place to be in. He caught Nikki going off to get some food he guessed. "[color=00a651]I'll catch up with you in a bit.[/color]" "This is a lot and I need to distract myself from the stress" he almost added. He almost added that this place still stressed him out, being unarmed was stressful, and so many people were stressful. She didn't like hearing much negative about this place. He didn't blame her, but that didn't change his mindset on it. So, liquid courage! "[color=00a651]Adelaide, if possible make it a double.[/color]" Booze helped. He did take note of more locals coming and going. Some stayed, some left. He also noticed the one armed girl who now had a hand that seemed like it came out of an Iron Man comic. Iron Pirate? He was pretty sure her name was Thalia. "[color=00a651]Mind if I ask what happened to the arm?[/color]" He had met many people who had lost limbs. But most died of infection, being unable to adapt physically, or being unable to adapt mentally. Granted, he wasn't sure it was something he could do either if it came up. Maybe she was born without the arm? Also possible. He didn't realize he had gone through his drink until he went to take another sip and it was gone. He looked at his empty drinking container with a look of sadness. "[color=00a651]Damn...[/color]" Not the worst problem in the world though, he figured that the worst problem would be running out of bullets. Then he thought about it, he had no bullets now. And no booze. Though he didn't let that concern as much as he did the lack of booze alone. Letting his attention wonder back over to Nikki, he would make his way over and try to figure things out more with her after a few more drinks.