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[h3][color=00a651][i][b]Hunter Monroe[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=00a651]Location:[/color][/b][/i]  Education Center (Back Stage) --> Auditorium (Front and Center)
[i][b][color=00a651]Skills:[/color][/b][/i]N/A
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	Hunter held a strained look on his face as Cage talked. A look that was a mix of confusion, frustration, and trying to keep it together. "[color=00a651]I don't know that difference. And every attempt I have made to figure it out has only escalated things.[/color]" He felt lost again, he tried to be open when things should be implied, he kept some information to himself when he thought he should, though the latter he still struggled with in both regards, and he felt it was a losing battle either way. What didn't help things was Joaquin's reaction to Hunter's comment. His guess, he struck a nerve with the man who was going to be watching his every move. The fact he gave, he wondered if that was what people saw in himself when his mind went off to rather dark places. If so, the some of the comments made towards him the last week were starting to make more sense. Roy intervened and got them moving. 

	Then they had arrived. Though Hunter was still having trouble grasping the idea of when and when not to speak while things were implied, Cage spoke up and reminded him to breath, and stay calm. The reminder helped as when he entered he started to feel overwhelmed. He found himself on a stage with a rather large audience made up of more people then he had seen in a single place since... He wasn't sure thinking about it. The last raised platform he was on, he couldn't recall if there was this many people, but he was the center of attention then and he remembered how that ended. Serving his punishment for his involvement with Don and his group of thugs. It was hard to not compare that event to now. 

	Hunter looked around the auditorium trying to take it in little by little to try and avoid the overwhelming feeling. Fist, he noticed some people were easier to pick out then others. A couple of the girls who had been removed due to bug infestations with him were easy to spot. Amelia, and Riley. Then, there was a lot of the old people. Some long time members, others who had come in with Hunter a couple weeks ago. Including one who had insulted his mother that he had been forced to bunk with for a few days. He spotted Ashton, the Captain that reminded him of his former commanding officer in the best ways. Surprisingly, he didn't notice the girl who he had hung out with after they left quarantine, who seemed to know everyone. There were ones easier to spot too, ones who had given him a real chance to become a functional person again and he blew it. Nigel, and Nikki. Both of whom had given him a chance, and had each given him another one after he fucked it up. He found it harder to look at them.

	He snapped back to attention when one of the oldest addressed him. Hunter hadn't meant this person before, but between his rather old age compared to the other old people, and the way that he seemed to control the room around him, he wondered if this was the "General" he had heard so much about. The same one who had wanted him executed a little over a week ago. Looking at him now, it was hard to believe they could be the same person. He wondered if the man had a genuine change of heart or had a really good poker face. He then looked at the other people and wondered if one of them were the General, and the man before him was just head of internal affairs, or laws, or maybe human resources. He listed the charges to him, and though he felt a couple were redundant, another misleading, they were minor compared to the ones that he could more or less confirm. The last one, probably what would be the noose around his neck, he had definitely done.

	The next part stunned Hunter, and made a lot of his thoughts over the last few hours redundant at best. They offered to let him leave, with food, his weapons, and the ammo he walked in with. For a single person in a rather passive combat zone, a lot. The shot on sight part did draw him, but they were offering him a chance to leave, and if he did take it, he had no plans of being anywhere near this place afterwards. But he listened to how the man worded it. "[color=00a651]I...uh...[/color]" He struggled on focus, the crowd and mass attention still a bit overwhelming even after taking a moment to take it in little by little. "[color=00a651]I um...[/color]" Alone. That was the word that the man before him used. He eyed Maddoc, as just over a week ago the man had emphasized that too. He then looked back at the man leading the session. If given the chance to leave with Izibell, he would take it and go back North. Far away where no one here could ever find him again. He knew the Northern states better then here, and even parts of Canada. But he wouldn't be leaving with Izibell. She was, still his biggest priority. "[color=00a651]no thank you.[/color]" He struggled to speak up, but his annunciation was sharp enough for those closest to hear his words. He cleared his throat to speak up again. "[color=00a651]Let's uh... continue please/[/color]" It was louder this time, a little more audible and easier for others to understand. 


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[h3][color=00aeef][i][b]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/b][/i][/color][/h3]
[i][b][color=00aeef]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Education Center
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	The trial had begun. To say he found himself concerned was an understatement. He watched as Hunter stepped onto the stage not dressed in his camouflage fatigues he had worn during the beach party, or having that look as if he was preparing to face off against everyone in the room either one at a time or all at once. He looked so, young. He remembered as the boy scrubbed the grime off mentioning being in the National Guard, but that was about 6 years past now. He seemed too young to have been in any armed outfit by the time of the outbreak. It reminded him of stories he heard about the British army in the earliest part of the first world war, where 13 year olds joined the army and recruiters looked the other way to keep their numbers up. And it wasn't until those same 13 year olds saw the horrors of what was one of the most horrible war fronts in history were those young boys able to be sent home. He wondered if the boy in front of him on stage was a case like that, lied about his age, or found an exception to get in before he would otherwise legally old enough. He wondered if that was even a thing at the time of the outbreak. He hoped not, to the best of his information the militaries of the world had come a long way since the era of sending bodies into the enemy until they ran out of ammo. Or maybe he looked younger then he actually was. Another thing Manny had noticed while in quarantine with the boy, was how under weight he was. Though it wasn't as bad as other cases he had seen since the world ended, he still seemed too light for a boy his age. Even if he had lied about his age. 

	The boy looked around with wide eyes like a deer in headlights, with the only difference being he seemed to be looking at many of them all at once trying to understand the scope of his situation. The charges were listed, and an offer was made to him that Manny was almost certain he would take. A chance to leave, with the gear he came in with, and food to get himself started. Seemed fair enough, and it seemed Hunter was at least partially aware of the friction between him and those in charge. But he refuse Manny couldn't hear what he said at first, but after he cleared up he got the basics. He had refused? But why? Was it desperation? Fear of what was outside the walls? Someone outside the walls? Or maybe he had formed some kind of attachment towards someone inside the walls, and wanted to stick it out for them? He wasn't sure as he had spent nearly no personal time with the young boy other then watching him lose it in quarantine, the group shower talks, the young boy's drunken rants at the beach, and maybe the quick passing conversation here and there while in quarantine. So it seemed the trial would proceed as planned despite the offer.