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[h3][color=00aeef][i][b]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/b][/i][/color][/h3]
[i][b][color=00aeef]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Mess Hall --> Streets L5
[i][b][color=00aeef]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	Since the apocalypse had begun Manny had suffered a rather unusual problem that most people had been able to figure out. He didn't fit the new social post apocalyptic norm. His outgoing nature and attempt at poor humor made it really easy for people to disassociate with him as he gave off the impression of just another person who couldn't accept the new reality of the situation. Though those who knew him a while knew there was more to him then that, it could make first impressions hard. But that out going nature of his seemed to do some good tonight for Nigel. Though it was a strange story, it seemed to give the man hope. Though he did feel bad for not sharing the final bits of said story, it was probably best. "[color=00aeef]Emanuel, but most people just call me Manny. And yeah, I came in with them. Thalia and Alexander are their names, other then Thana. Good people, can hold their own in a fight.[/color]" He knew what stuck with people nowadays, who could hold their own in a day to day survival situation. 

	Nigel had also asked his group about some D&D stuff but it wasn't a game in Manny's realm of experience, but he hoped it was fun. He also seemed hopeful about the boy in the cell. Hearing what Rosie said about the other cases was confusing, but for now he would hold off on commenting. There was probably context he was missing. He hoped he was missing context... 

	With the conversation dying down he decided it was probably a good time to head in for the night. He would say a simple goodnight to Rosie, Nigel, Dolittle, and a few others while making his way out. Alexander seemed to be in a pretty in depth conversation so for him he gave a simple wave towards him while leaving. A smile, a nod of acknowledgement, and a wave. Thalia also seemed to be having herself a rather in depth conversation so he figured he wouldn't get in her way either and gave just a simple smile and wave towards her. He did pass by at the right time to hear a name he was ready to let die. [i]Eden[/i]. The place was hell, either by design or by chance it was hell. He froze in his tracks hearing it at first, but would continue walking less then a second later like nothing happened. He was ready to forget that place. He wasn't sure what Thalia was doing bringing it up, maybe someone had asked about it and she was explaining just how bad people outside the walls could be? Or maybe there was something else to it? He wasn't sure but he wanted nothing to do with that conversation. 



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[h3][color=00a651][i][b]Hunter Monroe[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=00a651]Location:[/color][/b][/i]  Jail (AA) Cell B
[i][b][color=00a651]Skills:[/color][/b][/i]N/A
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	Hunter would spent some time dosing off, regretting not eating some more of his food before meal time ended. He had low confidence for what the next few days carried. But he had one thing on his side, he had time to sort out what he would say, how he would handle thing. And a couple days to sort out his priorities. He wondered what exactly were his priorities. He had a lot of things to sort out for sure, but he needed to pick and choose, as the likelihood of getting everything he wanted was next to nothing. He took a moment to think of some of them just to get them out there.

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[*]Izibell.
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	He decided no matter what. She was his top priority. He understood his mistrust was still Bias, but even with knowing that, he was determined that one way or another, he would get her back. He was not letting the people here keep her. He didn't care if they thought they were better, he knew they had resources, but he wasn't convinced that was good enough for her.

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[*] Izibell. Top priority, no matter what.
[*] A rather long list of apologies to a rather long list of people.
[*] Secure things in a way to sort out his own life. 
[*] If he stayed, talk to the shrink. He wasn't a big fan of the idea, but even the talk with Ashton helped.
[*] If he stayed, make himself useful to the point of he couldn't be seen as easily expendable.
[*] If he left, gain as much distance as possible, and find somewhere to ride things out.
[*] Make actual friends
[*] Get himself back into shape. He barely had the strength to carry his own gear anymore. That needed to change.
[*] If he stayed, draw as much attention away from himself as possible. 
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	The list was in no particular order, other then Izibell. She was his top priority, and he would do anything for her. Even if he struggled every step of the way, he would find a way to hold onto her. He thought about it, what he would do if he was kicked out without her. His plan then? He figured that would depend on the manner he was kicked out on. Other then that? If he stayed, he had a lot of work to do. Most of it would be work he would despise, hate, and be miserable doing. But work that needed to happen none the less. His biggest challenge? To be a more tolerable person socially. He thought back to years ago, the last time that was a real priority for him. That need faded around the time he met Greg and Don. Though he still held onto a piece of it from June and Lucy, the need was pretty weak then. And before then? The Guard. "[color=00a651]God this is going to fucking suck.[/color]"