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[h3][color=00aeef][i][b]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/b][/i][/color][/h3]
[i][b][color=00aeef]Location:[/color][/b][/i] F10, street
[i][b][color=00aeef]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	Manny spent his morning rather simply. Saying good morning to each of his roommates as they arose from their slumber with a smile on his face as if he had just finished his first cup of coffee and was ready to take on the day. As many of the people he was now sharing space would come to find out, Manny was a very much an early to rise person. He could function on rather few hours of sleep which he figured was one of the few benefits of getting older and having to survive as a light sleeper on the road. Taking the extra time to say good morning to Alexander though. Even though Manny had really gotten to like his new roommates he still held a strong personal connection to Alexander. They have been cornered back to back for months on end, and had helped each other countless times to get through past.

	Over the week Manny had conformed to many of his old habits. He got up early, walked to breakfast, Though this time she was able to spot Thana and give her a friendly good morning, did a jog for as long as time would allow, and then went to work. With having the day off, he decided to extend his jog to last longer then it usually would. He figured, fuck it, age is just as much a mentality as it is a physical condition. He spent his whole time from breakfast on wards jogging the perimeter of the camp taking care to try his best to avoid areas he wasn't allowed in. Though would find himself poking in a little more then he probably should of, but never more then street view. He found himself getting a bit soaked from his long jog in the rain, but it wasn't something he couldn't handle. When supply was better staffed he would have to make time to get himself a rain jacket and better jogging equipment. sweat pants, or athletic shorts, a good rain jacket maybe? He could kill for a half decent water bottle too but he had little idea what was in good supply and what was high demand. 

	He made sure to give a nice friendly wave to those he passed, stopped with those who wanted to chat, and felt relaxed. Today he had all the time in the world to stop chat, jog, and explore what he could. Many people could easily find themselves struggling with boredom, but Manny as long as he had space to run would hold a good pace and be able to enjoy a comfortable afternoon once he wore himself out a little. He wondered if that was yet another one of the benefits to aging, it did not take much to be satisfied with his time. In his teens or twenties a morning jogging and exploring with an afternoon of reading would have driven him mad with insanity. What made it better now as well, he didn't have to do his relaxing job with a shotgun and a box of shells on his person which was the bare minimum he needed a few weeks ago if he wanted to try something like this. As he jogged though he found himself stopping a few times to catch his breath, sometimes struggling more then he would willingly admit. He hoped that was something he could work out over time, get his body more used to this relaxing jog. 

	He found himself ending this segment of jogging where the road met the beach. Behind him, the chapel with some foot traffic going in and out. The beach with some locals attempting to enjoy the view despite the rain. A few kids running around enjoying the rain many likely at their parents protests. He smiled at these thoughts, this was a life he could get used too again. If he wanted to get nit picky there would always be things he would not enjoy, but as a whole, this was a place he figured he could call home. "[color=00aeef]God I missed this.[/color]" He spoke as if he had finally relaxed after a crazy week of emergency operations, and someone had just told him that it was all over. We did it, and the big problems we worried about are over. It was back to facing the little problems again.

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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 found himself laying on the cement floor face first with Izibell licking his face repetitively. "[color=00a651]I'm up, I'm up.[/color]" He spoke as he continued to lay down on the floor. Izibell calling his bullshit continued to lick his face until he stirred awake. "[color=00a651]Urg... Okay fine you win.[/color]" He sat up Izibell still hounding him for attention. He had woken up earlier in the morning for breakfast, and then attempted to try some exercise. How that he had Izibell, he had to start sorting out his next few steps. And right now? That included getting himself into shape to either head out on his own again, or to have the strength to get more then the minimum done here. Both of which would be a challenge, and his time to work on that was almost up. This morning after breakfast he attempted some simple stretches and pushups, and at some point he fell back asleep face first into the floor. His body despite it's current condition was at least used to carrying around his gear however excessive it was. But much past that his body was struggling.

	Izibell continued her relentless attacks of licks and playful chewing attempting to get her human's attention. "[color=00a651]Oh my god you fucking attention whore.[/color]" He spoke with a playful expression on his face and a smile as he turned to rub and push his dog around a bit in their playful banter. Their space was limited though, and the two of them could only play around so much. During walks he had more room to goof off with her, but today that had to get canceled. Hunter attempted to protest it, but he didn't push it far. He let her go eventually without fuss, and when she returned he gave her a hug which she replied a simple series of licks implying she was done with the hug.

	His main concern today, was his court martial. This was the day where everything would be decided and he would have to start sorting out his life yet again. He found himself struggling with that thought. If he was kicked out, Maddoc made it clear he would lose Izibell. She had been his companion for nearly a year now, and he couldn't imagine a world where she wasn't apart of his life anymore. Then came the issues of if he stayed. He had little hope that even if he stayed, today would be the last of it. He pictured what things would be like after this. How guards might eye him as a potential threat, how his supervisors would likely perceive him as a problem before he arrived after reading his reports.

	Not to mention, he had concerns about the court martial itself. Some fears were more valid then others though. Hunter was not looking forward to a potential audience he would have to be in front of. He figured it was something along the lines of stage fright, but that didn't even seem right. He also had no idea what to expect from how laws and punishments were carried out here. He had no idea if the system was geared in favor of the accused, in favor off the prosecution, something with an partial deciding factor, or what he feared the worst of it to be. A "Just Us" system. He feared that one the most. Many settlements have turned towards that one as one, it was easier, and two, it was the people's homes where they could do what they wanted. It made sense many settlements would turn to that one now. But he knew how little he was liked, and how a system like that would very much not be in his favor right now.

	All and all, he wasn't a fan of where his situation had landed. And he had little hope of where it was going as well. He held nothing to offer these people either that they didn't already have, or that they would never let him handle. "[color=00a651]Let the Show begin.[/color]" He said in a low voice as he sat down on his bed.