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[h3][color=00aeef][i][b]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/b][/i][/color][/h3]
[i][b][color=00aeef]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Bus (Outside Camp Mexico Beach) --> Grave Yard
[i][b][color=00aeef]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	The bus ride for Manny was an interesting one for him. Bass had more then a single thought on how Manny was handling the gun he had been given. TO the point of talking to him like he was an old man who had little idea what he was doing. He remembered a time back when he would have tried to throttle him for comments like that. Granted the boys father probably wasn't even born at that time in Manny's life. He did let out a rather loud audible sigh of disappointment. "[color=00aeef][i]Boy.[/i][/color]" Putting rather strong emphases on the word. "[color=00aeef]I have been handling firearms since long before you were even a thought in your parents minds. I get you are just trying to do your own job, but if I didn't know how to safely handle a gun I wouldn't have made it this far.[/color]" He spoke with a simple matter of fact tone to him, as if educating a student who refused to listen despite repeated attempts. "[color=00aeef]Now, I get you are on guard duty, so some firearm safety rules have to be let slide. I am not on guard duty. I am not a huge fan of storing a dozen loose loaded firearms in a duffel and hoping the bus wont hit a bump and get my own foot or head blown off. I'll load it when it is a safer time to, as the last thing I need for it is to go off in my hands causing a rather horrible accident.[/color]" He went back to inspecting the gun. To the best of his understanding it was good. 

	Once they got closer to the graveyard Manny did feel a bit bad about treating him as, well a boy. Sure, the boy might lack some respect, and he may have skipped a few steps in firearm safety, but he figured he had good intentions none the less. Bass and Atticus left the bus to make sure things were clear and once at that point the others were allowed off. Many of the others had gotten off before him, but when it was his turn he stood up holding the shotgun with the breach open. Once everyone was settled outside Manny grabbed the two shells he had taken out, loaded them in, and snapped the gun closed. Nice, stable, open ground. The safest and most effective place to fire a gun from. When given another chance, he would need to apologize to Bass. Other then his tone while explaining things, the boy seemed like a decent enough kid. The graveyard itself was... normal. Too normal in some ways. Maybe it was just the idea that Manny hadn't really been to a place like this in a long time. And especially not for something like this.

	Manny Kept one hand under the pivot for the breach, in front of the trigger guard, and the other hand further down the barrel. His hand was close enough to the trigger that he could move and line up his shot in one swift motion if he was careful with his steps. And it was another safety step in case the actual safety decided it didn't want to work with him that day.




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[h3][color=00a651][i][b]Hunter Monroe[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=00a651]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Inside Jail (AA) --> Cell B
[i][b][color=00a651]Skills:[/color][/b][/i]N/A
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	Hunter leaned back a bit when Cage snapped at him. It appeared that the man was dead set on believing this was Hunter's fault. Sure, it was a poor time to get arrested for them, but he didn't like where that left him in terms of a trial if reactions for things like this were extreme. He gave a shrug when Cage mentioned he has plans to avoid being near Hunter as humanly possibly. Under normal situations he couldn't blame him. He had to stop himself from saying something along the lines of "Right back at ya". He didn't, but the thought was a funny come back in his mind. Roy Drove the point home more, and Hunter did have to admit, he did have a tendency to say the first thing that came to mind on a regular basis. He wondered who wouldn't when the only thing you've had to talk to for over a year was walking corpses and a dog that seemed much more interested in the beans in your hand then the conversation. 

	He looked around with curiosity entering the new room. Bricks, in his mind one of the greatest single inventions of all the human race. Build walls with them, build houses with them, play jenga with them, and made great emergency weapons in a pinch. Then he saw cell A, he stopped walking for a moment to stare at it. So they were serious. There were comments made about it, but Hunter paid it no mind. Any reply he would get for replying would probably be met with one trying to defend it, but with the backing of guns. This left a bitter taste in his mouth. These were the people who had the resources to rebuild the world, or at least apart of it, and this is what was coming from it. To add insult to injury, the remains were just left out for display. Hunter considered all the crappy things he had done for a bit, and looked at the blood and other bits. "[color=00a651]Huh.[/color]" He considered saying something along the lines of "Mother Fucker" or "What the fuck" Or even, "Fuck Nuggets" but couldn't completely wrap his head around this. So Huh had to do. 

	He was so drowned out in his thoughts he flinched a bit when the cuffs were removed. And the main reason he noticed was because of the lack of tension on his hands. He looked at Roy with almost a look of surprise as if he had just been told something unbelievable. It took a moment for him to register completely what was happening, but keeping eye contact with Roy a moment, not completely registering what he was saying, then noticing the open cell door he got the idea. He walked into cell, and collapsed on the bed face first, and just laid down. The day was barely half over, and it had been a long one. He was ready to go back to sleep except for he didn't like being watched while sleep, and the dreams were still hard for him.