[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 --> kettles)
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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	Manny knew that Alexander would be there for him. But it felt good to have his friend here now. His hand on his shoulder was a relief, and it felt like a pressure had been taken off him that he couldn't get rid of before. Manny got the idea behind the old Vets nod. He understood. You don't live to be this old unless you can learn to understand these things. Especially now. Trying to move onto less depressing things, Manny went with Alexander to get some food. Grabbing bits and pieces for himself Manny prepared a simple meal. Though as having the pasta before he didn't need much. He even chuckled a bit when Alexander placed the shrimp in his mouth. He's not too sure why he thought it was funny, maybe it was enjoying life despite what the world outside carried.

	Listening to Thana sing was something else entirely. The tapes didn't even begin to show what she could do. "[color=00aeef]Yeah, it seems it is already paying off.[/color]" Yes, it was hard to think about those who had been lost. But it was a great to see the world that they helped set up for those who had made it. By helping to make this place, helping those who made it to get here, and to build a sustainable future. "[color=00aeef]It's moments like these that make life worth living. It helps to think that everything we went through was worth it. Moments like this... Make it worth it.[/color]" Manny was feeling optimistic, even with all the stuff that team Eden had gone through, it had finally paid off. Though he had to wonder, was everything done and over with? With this new chapter of life were they going to face challenges greater then before? Or a whole new different set of challenges that they would have to get used to. He figured the later, but only time would tell.



[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) --> Kettles
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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	Hunter was overall having a good time. Though as he would have to figure out soon, that despite the many rules in CMB, there didn't seem to be any Dramshop Laws. Or anything of the like. Or if there was one, it was at a much later point then what Hunter was at. Which in this moment, the soldier boy didn't care. It helped forget those who died, those who left. And in his mind that was perfect. "[color=00a651]Thanks...[/color]" He spoke to Ada with the cup of whiskey. His voice in a slightly lower tone, and the words slower to speak. Hunter got up from his seat swaying a bit with each step as he made his way over to where food was being served. Taking a couple sips of his now fourth drink of the night he stumbled his way over to Nikki, stopping just in time to not let himself fall to the ground. Lots of music was playing at the moment, it was familiar but it sounded off. A cover maybe? Broken speaker? He wasn't sure. He didn't care much either. 
	
	Hunter when he finally stopped and balanced himself took a deep breath and began speaking. "[color=00a651]You are so... Nice... and pretty...[/color]" He said to Nikki struggling getting his words at a steady pace but at least speaking clearly. Enough. "[color=00a651]Like... Prolly... The nicest person I have talked to since Lucy. Lucy was nice and pretty too... But she dead now...[/color]" He took a sip of his whiskey, not sure if he was trying to remember or forget. "[color=00a651]She was like... The closest to loving someone I have ever... been with... You remind me of her...[/color]" turned to face her better, but his sense of balance was questionable at best. "[color=00a651]She didn't like me back though... She... pretended to... but she didn't like me back... She only pretended... because Don told her too...[/color]" He broke eye contact again to take another sip of his drink. "[color=00a651]I don't know if Don liked me or not.[/color]" He haphazardly made eye contact with Nikki again. "[color=00a651]You remind me a lot of Lucy... DO you... Only pretend to like me? Because Maddoc said to? or the General Said too?[/color]" The question seemed legitimate, and there was clear concern on his face as if the answer held all sorts of emotional weight. "[color=00a651]If so that makes sense why they took the weapons... Because who wants the psychopath armed and pissed about being lied and toyed with? I sure wouldn't....[/color]" He gaze trailed off again. At this moment he seemed stressed and upset. But in his head, he wasn't sure how he felt. This place felt... "[color=00a651]Too perfect...[/color]" He spoke, not realizing his thoughts were not in his head.