[color=lightgray][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell] [h3][color=00aeef][i][b]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/b][/i][/color][/h3] [i][b][color=00aeef]Location:[/color][/b][/i] F10, street --> Chapel [i][b][color=00aeef]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A [/cell][cell] [right][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/d552b003-bb2d-4c09-ad58-f20f3e2d1b17.jpg[/img][/right] [/cell][/row][/table][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][/color] Manny had gotten his jog in, had enjoyed the southern rains, and had gotten to see a bunch of the community without a harsh time table on his back. So far, good day. Now the rain was starting to get to him though, especially with the humidity. He figured now was a good time to call it quits for his jog before the weather made him hate being outside. He took a few steps and looked at the chapel and debated going in. Manny had poor memories involving local religious groups both growing up and once he had tried to settle down for his life. Though those days were over, and the people here seemed better then those he had the misfortune living near, it was still something that he found himself being slow to accept. Finally working past those thoughts, he decided to enter hoping to see how things have changed since he used to go himself. The first thing he noticed when entering compared to the last time he was in one, was how quiet it was. There was no yelling, there was no cursing, there was no one being threatening. It was quiet shy of a couple conversations going on here and there. He grabbed one of the towels and dried himself off, returning it to let it dry off. He caught the tail end of a conversation, but not enough to make out what it was. Not until the conversation shifted to a more familiar voice did Manny start understanding what was going on. He found Alexander and Freeman in conversation, and deciding not to interrupt he found himself a seat out of the way a bit giving Alexander and Freeman their own separate waves and sat down in a pew up front and held his hands together thinking something along the lines of "I have no idea what I am doing..." He found himself unsure if he was here because he was just curious, or if he felt the need to pray. [color=lightgray][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell] [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 [/cell][cell] [right][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ff63c8f2-413e-4dbc-a9d3-4eb2cf95781e.jpg[/img][/right] [/cell][/row][/table][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][/color] The basement door opened to Hunter's surprise and Izibell's excitement. Hunter stood up half expecting a pair of guards armed with shotguns ready to escort him towards wherever his trial would take place. Instead, it was Cage with a rather large mix of things in his hands. And... Was that Coffee? Hunter watched in silence as Cage set himself up. Then, Cage did the unexpected, unlocked the cell. Sure, it had happened when he walked Izibell, but not for long. And never seemed as.... Casual. Izibell took the chance to leave the cell the moment it came. Even if it wasn't much more room it was still more space she wasn't usually allowed in. Hunter took his steps a bit more cautiously as he stood out a bit, then sat in the offered chair. Hunter eyed the waxed paper with suspicion mostly out of habit then even suspicion of Cage himself. At this point in time Hunter held little reason to believe Cage to be a threat. At least physically. But Hunter in his untrusting ways continued carefully none the less. When he saw the treat inside he found himself confused for probably the hundredth time in the last two weeks. "[color=00a651]I... uh...[/color]" He froze for a moment, trying to think to the last time he had found sweets like this. Best guess, the movie theater he raided just as winter started to kick off. Those questionably safe M&Ms were nowhere near as good condition as the twinkies before him. "[color=00a651]Thank you....[/color]" He spoke unable to make eye contact with Cage as he said so. "[color=00a651]But uh...[/color]" He stumbled for the question he wanted to ask here. It could be summed up simply as "[color=00a651]Why? aren't I in trouble?[/color]" It seemed like a weird thing to get while in jail, and it made no sense to Hunter. But he would accept it none the less. The coffee, the treat, even the newish environment had thrown Hunter off so much he was barely able to process what the purpose of this meeting was. The Trial. He thanked for the coffee too, and attempted to follow Cage along with what he was sharing with him. Cage did a pretty decent job explaining how this would go, Hunter had his own list of concerns but if it all worked like Cage was explaining he figured he had a chance at least. "[color=00a651]You'd be surprised. Izibell is quite expressive when she wants to be.[/color]" It was an attempt at some simple humor, but at this point Hunter's stress about the situation hid any tone that would have implied that. He did give the list a glance and had a sinking gut feeling. The bulk majority of the people in this list were people he had either 1) hadn't taken the time to get to know past maybe a name. And some not even that. 2) Had been an ass towards. 3) had pushed them away through his actions. Hunter thinking the list over, realized most of the people would have less then great things to say about him, would have next to nothing to say about him other then brief, but most likely poor interactions, then there were the few exceptions. Nigel maybe, but he had pushed him off more then he meant too as well. Would Ashton be a help in his case or would his fuck ups in quarantine come back to bite him in the ass? Sure, their last interaction seemed to end on a more positive note. But what had to happen to get up to that point? Hunter mouthed a simple "[color=00a651]fuck me[/color]" giving it only a little more breath then his normal breathing, but still not quite speaking. Cage got to the point involving Hunter's personal option in the trial. Hunter had to think about it for a while, there was apart of him that felt like if he didn't speak he'd be fucked, and there was apart of him that knew just how that had gone so far being here. "[color=00a651]Do I have to decide now? or is that a... like... in the moment thing?[/color]" He realized after speaking it may not have even been a question. But as Cage put it, Hunter speaking up was a toss up more then anything else.