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[h3][color=00aeef][i][b]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/b][/i][/color][/h3]
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	Many of the testimonies started to sound rather alike. No one really paid the young soldier much mind until he lost it, and things fell apart. It was overall a rather big mess from start to finish, and as things continued on things were looking worse and worse for Hunter. Manny had spent time with a lot of people in his lifetime, many of them deemed as the most violent and unlawful people imaginable in some ways. Though the statement wasn't true, the rumors didn't start from nothing. Hunter's impression was that of someone who would give all of those people second thoughts on their actions in life. It made him question exactly what Hunter had done to survive in the world out there. Part of him wondered if Hunter was like so many of those people who mentally couldn't comprehend that the world was ending the way it was, but unlike the others had gotten through the initial chaos and somehow survived past it. Manny had seen a few of those people in the first year, maybe two years. People who had mentally either shut down, or had been unable to process what had happened and were only functioning at the cost fragmenting their mentality. That was the extent of the old dentists theories though. Though he had the most basic understanding from his own experiences and a few areas that he got introductions to from schooling, he was no expert. Seeing how things went though and other conversations he has had with people since he arrived he wondered if he should have gotten into microbiology or into psychology in some capacity. It was too late in life for him to ask those questions now though and expect answers. But maybe he could ask them for future generations to solve. 

	Most of Manny's thoughts were cut short when Alexander went up to testify. He was struggling, the memory of the situation taking a strain on him as he spoke. When Alexander returned to his seat Manny was there to greet him as best as he could. He wanted to reach out, ask if he was doing alright. But he clearly needed some room to breath and collect himself. When the old vet sat besides him Manny reached out and firmly grabbed his shoulder in a reassuring manner. "[color=00aeef]You did good.[/color]" He kept it short and sweet. The man had a lot on his mind, but he was hoping the small reassurance could help. When this was over, he was going to try and get the man a cup of coffee and a chance to relax. Maybe they could take that fishing trip soon and take that as a real good chance to forget the crazy of the old and new world for a moment or two? That sounded good.

	The next portion of the trial was at least as much of a mess as the last part if not more so. The boy clearly had some kind of confrontational issues, jumped to conclusions, and seemed to hold more then a healthy dose of hostility towards everyone around him. Between the events that took place with some of those in charge, and those who where present with him while in lock up it was clear that the boy had more then a couple issues. From what Manny could tell, he had some remorse to him. But the way he was handling things, that had a tendency to get blotted out by his urge to face every problem no matter the size or how serious it was with everything he could throw at it. And here, he had nothing but the words he could think of in a moment's notice. Manny wondered how much of those thoughts were just lashing out with anything he could say to cause damage, or were genuine thoughts of the boy? Somewhere between maybe? The events showed did not look good for the boy at all. Social was a low on any skill set he had. He wondered how Hunter handled things before they feel apart? Did he have any severe issues then or was this all new developments caused by the stress of the end of the world? He supposed that didn't matter now. Now, it seemed everyone was an enemy to Hunter until proven otherwise. And even then, it didn't take much to go back onto that list.



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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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	Hunter had a lot of trouble staying focused as everything that was going on. Though he did his best to follow along, much of it he found himself leaning forward eyes locked to the floor if open at all. His hands held together by wedging his fingers between one another to keep from fidgeting anymore then he already was. It did little good as his he still found himself fidgeting with his foot tapping the floor rapidly, or his hands coming undone and him attempting to adjust his fingers, hand, wrists, or even elbows as if they were parts to a machine slowly falling apart and he was attempting to put them back together. Only stopping when he realized he was doing it, and would eventually go back to locking his fingers together, and return to tapping his foot. The attention was getting to him. His fears of integrating back into society had led to the worst case he could imagine, ironically by his own hands and fears. And now he was nearing another breaking point. Unlike past times, it was easier to notice it coming as there was no singular even that was pushing the few limits he had left, but rather the collection of the trial as a whole was starting to take it's toll. With each person who came up to testify, he willed himself to sit up and try again. The only calming factor being the quiet between the statements. But as they went on he regressed more and more into this state, each time taking less and less to get there. 

	Something that helped was that the statements were getting shorter and shorter as people came up. Most saying the same thing, adding less per statement, and others just stating they had nothing new to offer. A couple more unique perspectives came into play. Others who needed to do their own thing while Hunter got pinned to the floor. The one that stood out the most to Hunter? The man with the very heavy limp to his step that broke up the usual statements between each other. It was an odd sensation, the heavy thuds as the man walked. Alexander was the name that came to mind. His statement was different in the sense that the man was clearly struggling in his own regard. There was a mix of guilt and reassurance with that thought. Guilt that more were suffering from everything that had happened, yet reassurance that in some fucked up way he wasn't alone in his struggles. And more guilt with the last one. He hoped the man got a chance to recover from this mess. No matter how this went, damage was done to a lot of people. No matter how it went, it was going to end up being a lose-lose situation. Part of him regrets not taking the offer to leave, but he didn't. So it he needed to make it worth something to make up for the damage that was done.

	Alexander went off, and Nikki came back up. Her statement was short and simple. And with how the day had gone, and what had gone on with Nikki earlier, it was unsettling to hear her say anything positive about him now. Next, was another rather harsh nail in the coffin. Gunny and Hunter's many less then great interactions. Hunter wasn't sure what he felt about that one. He lashed out, a few points were made attempting to justify them. But at the end of the day it was still them trying to take away his dog. It could be spun any way they wanted, but they were trying to take away the only thing he had left he still cared about. No justification would ever change that for him. There were few emotions Hunter had that were stronger then the guilt and remorse he held. Hate, bitterness, spite, and anything that happened to be attached to those when they showed. Unlike previous times where Hunter would attempt to hold contact with those giving the testimony and then fail to keep it as the stress, guilt, and remorse. This time, he held the gaze the whole time still struggling with the previous emotions, but the bitterness of the justification barely making him hold his gaze. He still regretted losing it, but the continued justification seemed to hold no purpose other then to humiliate him and to keep hammering the point that had been made. Maybe if it wasn't concerning Izibell, or it was following everything else that happened through the day he would have been able to face it more. But at that moment it felt like nothing more then a violent jab then a testimony. It still didn't stop him from fidgeting with his hands and foot as it continued.

	It ended soon enough, and Hunter took a moment to try and calm down hiding his frustration. He wondered how much of it was frustration from the events that took place back then, or how much of it was the built up stress hitting the breaking point. Cage came up soon, and by that time Hunter was feeling more burned out then anything else. The fidgeting slowed, his gaze and overall pace slowed, but he did his best to continue to try and focus. Hunter learned a few things, the main ones beings that his cell was recorded with a half decent video recording system. Nikki made contact at some point, mouthing something he couldn't make out. His conversation with Ashton stood out. The man was probably the first person to give real hope of the place to Hunter. Sure, there were individuals that held his attention, but the place as a whole never seemed to connect until Ashton had talked about it. It didn't stop things from getting worse from there, but it was one of the first key starting points he remembered. There was one of his many rants about Cage, which Cage took the time to make eye contact with during. That's around the point where Hunter's guilt won out again and he broke eye contact. The man had gotten the leftover spite from the Izibell situation and the emotions that followed it, their first interaction wasn't the most pleasant either, and everything that could be taken as a negative from that point on was a negative in his eyes. 

	Then came the part he thought he would dread the most, but now seemed to be rather mild compared to what had happened. One of the older woman took center stage to speak primarily to him but in a tone so everyone could hear clearly. What she stated seemed true as it could be. When addressed he did his best to not seem as defeated as he felt. The time came for him to be questioned. There was no telling what they would ask. He had no idea what of his past they would ask, what of his intentions they would ask, or if they would just stick to his time while in camp. He had no idea if they would throw him curve ball questions meant to throw him off to see if he'd get confused, or if there would simply be vague questions to see how he would answer. When it was his time to answer he stood up and looked The Professor with a deadpan expression that read of remorse, regret, and an ever so slight tone of bitterness expressed as "Do your worst". "[color=00a651]I'll answer whatever you want to ask me.[/color]" He wasn't sure if the bitterness was towards the people here, though he figured unlikely. Towards himself or how things played out? Maybe. Likely a general bitterness and acceptance that things were fucked now. They had little room to get any worse then they did. He sat, completely still for the first time in hours.