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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 --> Education Center
[i][b][color=00aeef]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	Manny Enjoyed his conversation with Alexander. The man had a whole world of experience that Manny couldn't even begin to understand. He had a stronger understanding of what it was like to handle blue collar jobs, where Manny cleaned teeth. Alexander went to war, where Manny went to school. When the apocalypse hit it was his skill with a rifle that proved his most useful, and Manny's skill with a scalpel that was his most useful. Manny avoided asking too much about Alexander's early life, as he knew others who were in his war that struggled a lot with those memories. It appeared Manny hadn't shared too much of his early life with Alexander either, as the old vet asked about Manny's former Husband from years before after following up Manny's comment about fishing and boats. "[color=00aeef]I look forward to be dragged kicking and screaming into a nice comfortable boat.[/color]" He said with a joking ton about it. Then the question came he wasn't sure how to answer at first. But with some thought, he put the words together. "[color=00aeef]Two actually. Technically, legally we weren't allowed to be married. But for all intents and purposes we were. Then once after the world fell apart, and I don't think anyone really cared about those rules anymore.[/color]" Though legally he was never allowed to marry him and his partner did everything they could to work around it with... mixed results.

	He finished his food with that on his mind. "[color=00aeef]To be fair, the second marriage was rather short. But I knew the him before things fell apart, so it's not like it was an on the whim thing. I think at the time we were both just...[/color]" He paused thinking of the right word. "[color=00aeef]Lonely.[/color]" Looking back, he wasn't sure how much he actually felt love in that relationship. In that case, it was more a desperate attempt to get some joy out of his life in a time where any day could be their last. Alexander explained much of his life involving sailing, his struggling relationship with his father which Manny could understand rather well. But there were good moments, and Manny was glad to see his friend was able to get some familiar happiness with his wife years later. "[color=00aeef]I think Id o know. Yeah.[/color]" Manny nodded a little with his words, though those days were long gone he still felt good looking forward on things. He made note of Alexander's comment about his time int he service and stayed focus as he explained it. "[color=00aeef]My mistake. I can ask her about it when we got some time.[/color]" Manny took his seat near where he sat before, but not 100% confident it was the same seat. A part of him was worried it was age again, but he had to remind himself that it is likely just a case of it's a big room, and all the seats look alike. Though something to pay attention to, he'd need to hammer out those thoughts as best he could over time.

	The trial continued on to a point that was arguably the lowest moment of quarantine. The moment Hunter had snapped on the Russian Mother. One at a time they were called up to explain their sides, even the guards who were on duty gave their perspectives. Though they gave justification for their inaction, he was still frustrated with it. When his turn came to give his statement he stepped up to stage attempting to give everyone he made eye contact with a nod of Acknowledgment. "[color=00aeef]I didn't see what led up to first contact, but I recognized the sounds of it pretty easily. Things escalated verbally, then calmed down. Moments after is when Hunter has his moment. I was personally hoping the guards would have gotten involved before things got out of hand, but thanks Beatrice while she was still here he was pinned and restrained before things could have gotten worse. He spoke a lot of things, that maybe could have made more sense if I understood what Tatiana said in full context, but he seemed frustrated to a rather extreme degree.[/color]" Frustrated was the wrong word. He lashed out at her, lost all sense of self control, and he clearly was not completely together in the head. "[color=00aeef]He seemed to hesitate before he snapped at her. I remember noting how odd that was, and can't personally figure out why. Maybe he had second thoughts he ignored, or maybe he wasn't able to process what he had just witnessed.[/color]" Remembering back to Beatrice was harder, she had been gone for a little over a week now, but it felt like lifetimes ago. "[color=00aeef]Beatrice had pinned Hunter after a few people had attempted to verbally put him in his place. He seemed to resist a bit, then slow down, then picked up rather drastically soon afterwards. She let him go soon enough, and reminded him to back off. He isolated himself afterwards near the coffee machine.[/color]" He tried to be detailed without going over the top, but he wasn't really sure what they were looking for, so he hoped he didn't miss anything. When he had the chance in the future, he wanted to push for different responses from guards. Though looking at him now, he didn't seem like he could be threatening to anything other then by being loud and maybe a stern look. But in that moment, he seemed like he could have escalated things quickly, maybe quicker then the guards could have reacted if he went that far.

	Manny returned to his seat, giving a glancing look at Hunter who seemed to be having trouble focusing on things. He even took note of the nervous swallowing the boy did as he was doing from time to time. Assuming his theory about the boy being some conscripted scout was wrong, he wondered when the last time the boy had interacted with a real person was. Part of him wondered if there was anyone after those first few months. No, he didn't seem that far lost. Five years was a long time, and anything could have happened in that time. But that still brought up the question, when was the last time he had an actual conversation with another human being? Manny sat down after breaking his glance towards Hunter.



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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
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	His question about what a LARP was never answered, to that it was a shame. But he had gone this far without knowing, so no harm he guessed. Despite his mind being occupied with countless thoughts, he took the moment to respond to Cage. "[color=00a651]If the only thing I cared about was being alive I wouldn't have come here in the first place.[/color]" If just staying alive was his main concern, he would have stayed home five years ago when things first started going bad, or when he last returned from being in the military. He wouldn't have gone south, he wouldn't have returned to the safe zone that wanted nothing more then to shoot him, he wouldn't have gotten on the chopper to first get into camp, and if staying alive was his only concern he'd have taken the offer to leave when the trial first began. He didn't know how to word what he wanted. But there was more to it. Cage was uncomfortably close to Hunter's wants. Every time he had made a move to do what he wanted, he had found himself at gun point in some way shape or form. Sometimes by his fellow soldiers, sometimes by those he'd share shelter with later, sometimes by scared and hungry people who had no idea how to view him, and sometimes it was just a wrong place at the wrong time. Ironically, the last event that started with shooting before he even realized there was a gun on him probably ended the best for him.

	The trial was harder to handle at the moment. A lot of it was overwhelming still, much of it was stress built up from before, stress from the shame of his actions, and the new stress from worrying about how things would end. The part of the trial they were at didn't help. He avoided eye contact with everyone at that moment, especially Tatiana. In the moment, he panicked and his panic within his first couple words had escalated into him exploded and lashing out rather quickly. His intention when he started was meant to be good, but it quickly went out of hand as he lost control of his temper and ability to think of what he was saying. Though his understanding of Russian was rusty and broken he could recognize what was said. He sighed unsure what to do now. At this moment he was thankful for the Advil he was given before. He took it realizing his mistake after he put the tablet in his mouth. No drink to follow it up. Shit. He let his spit collect to swallow it, but all he ended up doing was swallowing multiple times as he tried to down the tablet. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" were the words that went through his mind. He struggled but got it down enough that it just left irritation in his throat. He thought to himself, "Congrats fucker, you can't even take a fucking pain killer without fucking it up". He did his best to follow along with the statements given, but he found himself struggling to stay focused again. 

	Too many people watching, too much attention on himself, too much was going on for him to keep staying focused. He tried to hold up to it before but the longer it went on the more it wore down on him. He took a deep breath, then another swallow as he tried to remove that irritating feeling in his throat. Then another breath to try and calm himself down. Hunter knew how to handle a lot of problems, but not a single one involved how to handle people on a personal level.