[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  (Bar) --> (Dance Floor)
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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	The bar was full of activity. Between the wild fucks, teenage hormones, and all sorts of crazy things, it reminded Manny of being young again. Manny thanked Ada for his tea just before he watched the rather impressive improve act about wild fucks. It seemed Nikki was trying to hook up with the erratic soldier boy. He found that interesting, but it made sense in a way. New people, new faces, no experiences. "[color=00aeef]Are you alright Ada?[/color]" He leaned over the bar to try and see if she was alright. But based on the monologue, she was probably fine. He did notice Nikki trying to speak, but it seemed that the events that transpired cut her short, and she eventually left. "[color=00aeef]Best of luck to you.[/color]" He said, though it wasn't a concern if she heard it. Overall, she seemed determined despite her set backs. Manny sipped his tea mentally recapping the last few days. "[color=00aeef]Damn I am getting too old for this.[/color]" It seemed everyone was starting to slow down for the night. 

	Manny finished his sweet tea thinking to himself, Damn there is nothing quite as good as Southern Sweet Tea. "[color=00aeef]Hey uh...[/color]" He was about to ask about another glass before he left, but seeing as Ada was so tied up about wild fucks, he figured it was best to let her be. "[color=00aeef]Nevermind.[/color]" He set his glass down and stood up walking back to the beach itself for one last minute for his night, giving Thalia a nod of Acknowledgement before he left. He saw Alexander and walked over to him on the way across the beach. "[color=00aeef]I think I am going to turn it in for the night. There is apparently something about wild fucks. It was....[/color]" He paused, not sure of the best word to describe it. "[color=00aeef]Interesting.[/color]" He said ready to leave for his room.


[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  (Kettles)
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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	Hunter decided he hated Gravity. Granted he hated a lot of things, though most (Gravity included) were formed from his own misdoings. Struggling to get up to fix things tonight had failed with him landing back in the sand. "[color=00a651]I will curse all the nuggets I want... This is America, and in America we can say Fuck It to whatever we want. Including Nuggets.[/color]" He paused for a moment, realizing something. "[color=00a651]Not taxes... You can't say fuck it to taxes... The government said so. Fucking lairs...[/color]" He stopped again at another realization. "[color=00a651]But the government is gone! So no more taxes![/color]" He held his arms up briefly in a cheer. Then thought about CMB. "[color=00a651]Wait... these people probably have taxes too... fuck nuggets.[/color]" Hunter laid down, still cursing nuggets. "[color=00a651]Fuck all the nuggets.[/color]"

	When Nigel suggested Hunter was going to have to go to bed, Hunter prepared to protest. "[color=00a651]No I'm not even tired yet...[/color]" He leaned up to continue his protest, then fell again. He lay there, eyes wide, as if something pushed him back down and he was surprised. "[color=00a651]...okay... you win... I'll go to bed...[/color]" He accepted defeat, the only way he could accept it. Intoxicated to the point where telling up from down felt impossible. If he could get some crackers, cool, if he couldn't.... it would suck but whatever. A real bed sounded like a good idea, even though he wouldn't admit it. "[color=00a651]Tomorrow... I need to go fix all of this...[/color]" He didn't like losing. But... He had lost here, and tomorrow, he would need to fix everything be broke."[color=00a651]So... why... Like... What can I do to fix this now... God... why are people so fucking hard to figure out.[/color]" Shoot it, blow it up, burn it, hide it, find it, Hunter could do it. Talk to people? Interact with people? Be sociable? All skills Hunter lacked.