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[h3][color=00a651][i][b]Hunter Monroe[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=00a651]Location:[/color][/b][/i]  Auditorium
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	As the night was replayed out to Hunter through verbal testimony he sunk in his chair in a mix of shame and horror. Some parts came back to him, others that he had known but had little context on were starting to make sense. And the reactions of those towards him started making sense. Nikki had stopped, and had turned to face him. Nothing was said, she simply nodded, and seemed to want this over as much as he did. He wished he had taken more time to apologize sooner before things had gotten this far, he wished he knew just how badly he had fucked up so that he could have at least stopped the bleeding before making it worse later. That was the past now, he had fucked up, and continued as if nothing major had happened assuming nothing had, and it had only made things worse. 

	Nigel explained how Hunter admitted how much he was struggling, and just how much he needed to be taken care of when he had collapsed on himself that night. It was hard to listen and hear just how far he had fallen during the beach party. He watched Nigel as he spoke, but the more he talked, the less he could stay focused on the man. When Nigel was sent off stage Hunter wanted to speak again, but didn't have it in him to stand again. His fuckups were coming to light the first time to himself and the realization was taking it's toll on the boy. He felt sick as more and more people came up to the stage to explain what he had done. Some tried to take part of the blame for what he did, making him feel worse for it. Some were pretty strait forward about the night in the most simple terms. Some took pity. The pity felt almost as bad as being a target. Maybe some of it was sympathy? But much of the trail had started to pass by him as he tried to process what was happening. He would have laughed at the "fuck nugget" comments if he wasn't struggling to keep up with this influx of information.

	Hunter didn't notice the announcement for a break until he was spoken towards. "[color=00a651]I... uhh...[/color]" He nodded struggling with the words again. He didn't really need to use the restroom in the traditional sense, but he felt like he was getting sicker and sicker as the trial went on. If he was going to toss up breakfast he'd rather do it with some privacy. As well, a private moment to collect his thoughts was something that sounded rather nice about now. "[color=00a651]yeah.[/color]" He'd follow Panama and Joaquin plus what other security details were used.


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[h3][color=00aeef][i][b]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/b][/i][/color][/h3]
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	Manny waited, and waited. But the sound of the gunshot never came. As things continued, he sighed in relief letting his heart catch up to the situation at hand. He took time to notice Nikki's hesitation, and her to turn to face the boy. But he couldn't see her face, or even get a remote guess at what she was thinking. There was visible tension in the room as Hunter stood though. People who stiffened, others eyeing guards, but nothing came of it. Nigel walked his way up to the stage, and explained his point of view for the night. Much of it matched what he already knew about the night, but the additional details helped fill in the night. The boy was wasted, and had either way too much to drink, or a really shitty alcohol tolerance. Maybe a mix of both? Maybe he drank it too fast or his body simply wasn't used to being intoxicated? Manny wondered if maybe by some chance he was a recovering alcoholic? He had met people who had gotten hooked at a young age, and adding an apocalyptic event is one sure fire way to go cold turkey. And maybe the night was a relapse of some kind gone out of control? But at his age, he had no idea how it might effect him. He had seen others he knew react poorly to trying to sober up and even more so cutting it off abruptly. 

	More people came up and gave their opinions and statements. General thoughts? Things went down hill for the boy somewhere between inept social skills, and booze. He clearly seemed to understand he had some lack, and maybe attempted to use booze to substitute it? The plan was terrible, though this was also coming from Manny's many years of experience. And as others had so well put it, he was a kid. Break was announced, and Manny let out a sigh of relief as things had gone rather smoothly despite a couple moments where he tensed up. Manny was tempted to stand up, go outside, and get some air. The reminder of the poor weather stopped him as he noticed the water under him from earlier, and from the other soaked people. Inside seemed more then fine at the moment. He took a moment to turn towards Alexander to get an input from his fellow and trusted baby boomer. "[color=00aeef]What do you think about all of this?[/color]" He didn't speak too loudly. He didn't want the whole auditorium listening in on the conversation. Though he wouldn't mind some additional input. He would follow up with another question for his fellow baby boomer. "[color=00aeef]You think he stands any chance?[/color]" He hoped for Mercy, though it was hard to say where things would go as the lesser of the charges already made things look pretty bad.