[color=lightgray][table][row][/row][row][cell][sup][color=f1c40f][h1]☠ πšƒπš†π™³: πšˆπšŽπšŠπš› 𝟻 π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 𝟺[/h1][/color] ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/sup] [color=f1c40f][b]Location:[/b][/color] Camp Mexico Beach [color=f1c40f][b]Weather Forecast:[/b][/color] Dawn at 5:53 A.M. - Dusk at 8:13 P.M. - High: 91F, Low: 80F - Winds SW at 4mph - Gusting to 14mph - Rain In The AM - Cloud Cover: 100% - Visibility: 9miles. [color=f1c40f][b]Notes:[/b][/color] Alright, the questioning has finished up so the collab is now over at the end of this post. Picking up as normal. Next round will be more interactive for the PC's. You might want to go back and read over the testimonies again and such as your characters will be called on next round to see if they wish to say anything. Should be a round or two more before we are done with the court martial and then the verdict will be delivered. What is going to happen? Hell I don't even know yet. Will see how the dice fall, yes I am making a system to determine the verdict and it will be dependent on what the PC's and NPC's do and say or don't. Going to be interesting. [/cell][cell][center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [b][color=f1c40f]Date:[/color][/b] August 1st, 2012 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [img]https://i.ibb.co/hdH3d6d/dead-towel-2.jpg[/img] [/center][/cell][/row][/table][center][sup]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/sup][/center] [color=f1c40f][b]Camp Mexico Beach General:[/b][/color] It didn't feel like it was long but it turned out to be longer than he suspected as Guy stepped out of Lucy's room and checked his watch. He had just been standing there looking at the pictures the child had drawn. It reminded him of something he didn't want to think about. Sighing he headed down the hallway and eventually out of the hospital. Stepping outside and glancing around he was hit by the heat and humidity of the Florida summer. It wasn't near as bad as it had been but after being in the air conditioning of the hospital for a while there was a significant enough difference between the two that caused him to break out into a sheen of sweat rather quickly. He figured it would go away quick enough as he stood there absently on the sidewalk and looked over the town. In many ways this place reminded him of Newnan, before they had expanded to the Franklin section, only much larger. He wondered if this was what Newnan would have become eventually. They had had many things available to them that Camp Mexico Beach had, well maybe not as much but they had been doing well. Though knowing what had caused Newnan to fall there was nothing they could have done to stop it. He figured if the town ever did fall it was going to be because someone did something stupid, not mother nature. His feet gradually took him down the road, nodding a bit at those he passed by, until he reached the beach and looked out over it. Was this town ready for a natural disaster? He thought they must have had a plan, they did have an escape plan, much like Newnan had. At least they weren't on the west coast. They didn't have to worry about Earthquakes around here but that didn't mean there was nothing to worry about. Sure he was originally from Virginia but he knew of the storms that could hit the gulf. Breathing out he figured that was why they had people who did what seemed like nothing else but study the weather in town. If something was going to hit them they wouldn't have the National Weather Service issuing a warning anymore. Funny, how thinking about ways a settlement could be taken out actually made him feel better. Maybe not better but it at least got his mind of Lucy. [/color] [color=lightgray][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell][h3][color=f1c40f][i][b]The Court Martial Of Hunter Monroe[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=f1c40f]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Education Center: Auditorium (M) [i][b][color=f1c40f]Charges: [/color][/b][/i]Food Waste - 7.22.2012 | Drunken Disorderly - 7.22.2012 Failure To Report To Duty At Designated Time - 7.23.2012 | 10-886 Absence Without Leave - 7.23.2012 Failure To Administer Animal Sanitation - 7.23.2012 | Gross Insubordination - 7.23.2012 [/cell][cell] [right][img]https://i.ibb.co/NWhL8MN/index.jpg[/img][/right] [/cell][/row][/table][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center] The Professor scowled slightly towards Hunter as he spoke. What he was saying wasn't something she expected and he really wasn't answering the question. "So instead of working to try to get along with anyone in camp so you could have a few cards dealt to you eventually you decided to be constantly hostile towards its members?" The question was more rhetorical than anything as she stood there holding her note pad against her chest. "You might be surprised just how many cards some of your quarantine companions actually hold." Turning her head she glanced around to those present. "From their records there are at least half a dozen of them I do not believe would need anything but perhaps a pool stick to end your life, if not just their bare hands. At least two of them directly threatened your life." she said as she scanned the witnesses. She stopped and looked at several for a few seconds longer than the rest: Ash, Wayne, Thalia, even Amelia and Nigel and Hank got a linger gaze. Turning her attention back to Hunter she continued. "Yes, we could have ended your life but we didn't. In fact you were treated well, shown more respect than you returned: shown if not clearly until now by you being here unharmed and on trial instead out right executed. Why keep pushing the issue? You say you don't think you want to die. Are you trying to tell us instead that you pose a very real threat to the community?" Hunter listed as The Professor spoke and made it clear she was far from pleased. She brought up points that shouldn't have surprised him but did as well. Many of the people in the room were more then capable of causing him harm while they were all locked up. Hell, he debated a few times what could work in his favor. It should have been easy to recognize how badly things could have turned while in quarantine but like many things, it didn't always click. He took a moment to think about his answer, his fingers interlocked but rarely still as he thought. "[color=00a651]Took until today to see the issue.[/color]" It was the only thing that made sense to him. He was dense as a rock, and it didn't always register when he didn't understand something. It didn't help to change an idea that was in his head either once he got it. "[color=00a651]But no. I have no intentions of being a threat to the community.[/color]" He paused for a moment thinking on something. "[color=00a651]Even before all...[/color]" he emphasized his hands to the trial in general. "[color=00a651]...this. Mostly for what you said before. Not dead yet. Plus the coffee was nice too.[/color]" He still hadn't given an explanation to his actions and he wasn't totally sure how. Not that any answer he could give would be a good one. He needed to think of something though. "[color=00a651]I've never been good with authority figures. Of any kind. Many give the impression they think they are more important then they actually are. Many of the ones I have met have a tendency to act like they are better then I am. And too many have gotten those under them killed for selfish purposes. Even before the end of the world I was bitter to those who had a bigger say in my life then I did. Even if many others had good intentions.[/color]" He couldn't be sure if that answered the question or not. But it was the closest he could come up with to explain his reasoning. Today had pointed out many flaws in his logic he likely wouldn't have noticed on his own. "[color=00a651]Plus, if I really wanted to be a threat of any kind. I wouldn't have gotten on that bus. I got on because I am tired of sleeping in abandoned buildings and having no one to talk to other then my dog. Izibell's not the best conversationalist...[/color]" As Hunter spoke, the Professor turned around and picked up a file from off of the table where the council was sitting. "You say that you are bitter towards those that have more say in your life than you do. It makes me wonder why you would continue to cause issues, thus having more and more of your own freedoms taken away. It seems counter intuitive Mr. Monroe." Turning around she opened the file and glanced over it. "And it says here in your personal file that you were a member of the U.S. National Guard." Looking up from the file and towards Hunter she continued. "If you have a problem with authority it seems odd to join the military. They are nothing but rules and regulations and remove basically all your control as you must do what you are ordered to do." Closing the file she held it in front of her and waited on an answer. "So, why did you join? It seems as contradictory as you coming to this settlement." Out of all the questions he expected to be asked, he should have expected this one. As he did expect though, his answer to the previous question wasn't too well liked. It was as close to an answer he could come up with, but he knew it wasn't a good answer. But it seemed more then clear by this point his judgement and reasoning had some flaws to it. Unlike the last one he had an answer that he could properly explain for this one. "[color=00a651]I joined for a lot of reasons. I joined to afford school because there was no way my family could afford it. I joined because only a few years prior some assholes killed nearly three thousand people in the World Trade Center and I thought it would be good to give those fuckers a taste of their own medicine. I joined a bit out of spite just to prove to everyone who said I'd never be able to accomplish anything with my life that I could. I...[/color]" He hesitated. Though they were justifications, they were far from the main reason he joined. He wasn't sure how much he wanted to share in front of the people here. But of the two likely scenarios one ended with getting Izibell back, and the other involved never seeing anyone here again. Priorities. "[color=00a651]I ran away from home and had been living on my friend's couch for about a week or so and realized I needed to do something with my life. Anything. For better or worse I wasn't as nearly as out spoken then as I am now. So with some fudged numbers and technicalities from the recruiter I was in. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Had the world not ended maybe it would have been.[/color]" Without going into needless detail that was about as full a version as he could present. He was doing his best to cooperate, but many things he didn't fully understand himself. And some things he did, he had no idea how to explain those thoughts. "Everything you are stating Mr. Monroe seems to be contradictory. You snapped at a fellow quarantine member about speaking bad about your mother but you ran away from home. Join the military to prove you could do something but buck against it's very foundation. You admit to lying to join the military but act as if we should trust you, say we hold all the cards but continually throw any card dealt to you back in our face. More than that you say if you wished to be a threat to us you wouldn't have gotten on that bus which leaves me wondering - just what would you have done to people who had done nothing to you just to be a threat or if you are lying straight to us currently when you try to insinuate with that statement that you are not a threat. Are you going to sit there and tell me, under oath, that you are not a threat to us? That you haven't planned to be a threat? Even when we have people who can testify that on your way over here you were actually asking about if we would kill you if you tried to make a break for it. Mr. Monroe you are either lying under oath by telling straight out lies or by omission." The Professor was not buying the obvious contradictions. Macsen cleared his throat again and the Professor looked at him. Another slip of paper was passed over, to which she picked up and read it. Nodding she folded it up and then looked back at Hunter. "So, Mr. Monroe, which is it? What version of what you are trying to tell us is actually the truth or are you so far gone that you yourself don't even know? I would ask if you where exiled would you seek retribution on this community but I believe that answer is a resounding yes." Questioning had taken another harsh turn, and showed no signs of letting up. "[color=00a651]You want to tell me one family that was perfect I'm all ears. I had a fight with my fucking father and regretted it for fucks sake! Doesn't give any room for some jackshit I just met to talk crap about my mother. And I never admitted to having the best of plans, most plans I've come up with tend to go belly up the first few tries. And before things went to shit I was actually doing half well! And fine, fuck it. I'll admit it was dishonest as hell to fudge my numbers when I joined but when the recruiter brought up the idea it seemed like a half good one at the time. Like I said I was pretty convinced I had nowhere else left to go so if he said it was cool then fuck it who am I to correct him?[/color]" He was flustered at this point. Not as bad as other outbursts. But the trial had worn down what restraint he had to a rather thin point. He took a moment to breath before considering the questions at hand. "[color=00a651]I have no intentions on being a threat to anyone. But it doesn't take a genius to know that I'm not exactly great at portraying that. Fuck it, for all I know maybe I am all gone and I haven't realized it yet.[/color]" He finished the comment with a shrug and his tone rather drained compared to the rant from moments ago. "[color=00a651]If exiled right now, with my understanding of things as they are then no. I wouldn't seek retribution. I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't consider coming back for Izibell, but there's no way to pull that off without things coming to blows. And that's not what I want. Especially since she seems happy here. Likely I'd just go back home and figure out things from there.[/color]" The spark of energy he had burned down rather fast. At this point he was convinced that he was fucked no matter what he answered as he had no good answers for anything they wanted to know. There was a smirk that came to the Professors lips. "My my Mr. Monroe, I see you are finally starting to show your true colors. You speak against those that have done you no harm, lie about what happened, have been hostile towards many here, and yet you are losing your temper when presented with such things. If you do not like people speaking about your family I would suggest that you shouldn't lash out and make yourself a target. Now, where was I? Oh yes... Furthermore you seem to want us to actually believe that it hasn't at least crossed your mind to be a threat to us when you have blatantly stated otherwise, which is backed up by testimony from those present." Stopping she turned away from the man and set her notebook down on the table where the council was seated. "I believe I am finished with the questions General," she said towards Aeron. He nodded slightly before she turned back around and looked at Hunter. "Now that I am done with questioning this is your opportunity to either step down and be finished with your part of this court martial until a verdict is delivered or speak on your own behalf if you have anything else to say." Standing there she waited for any closing arguments from Hunter if he had them, once he was done he was free to go return to the seat he had occupied for the majority of the Court Martial. [/color]