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11 mos ago
Current I am so socially awkward... I am awkward with other internet people... Wow. I need to work on that.
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1 yr ago
My goodness, you know you have been on the guild a long time when you check the players online, and you know a large percent of them...
1 yr ago
I love zombie movies and books, but most all of them are very... immersion breaking to me. Which is sad...
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2 yrs ago
Busy week, Three finals, all passed, fixed my bike for the season, wrote a rather lengthy character sheet, and going to see the new Deadpool movie. Overall things are going good!
2 yrs ago
Kind of wanna join a zombie Roleplay, but none seem to appeal to me anymore.... this is a problem....
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Welcome to my profile! I decided I needed to update this, and I don't have much for updating... Only in a single role-play right now, so far it's going really well!

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Grave Yard
Skills: N/A

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The funeral was coming to a close. Most everyone had something to say to the dead, and some had more to say beyond that. He got the attention of Alexander, and returned with a simple nod, and a smile of appreciation as well. Manny still felt out of place as being probably the only person here who had never met anyone who had died, but he was still alive because of those who were dead, and Alexander helped him feel a little more welcome to be able to say that thanks to them. Lola and the others caused enough commotion to give Manny a chance to fight back, and Gavin died soon afterwards. He would never be able to get something like that out of his head. He wondered if his own death would have that kind of significance? Or if age would simply take him in his sleep. He wondered how many more were going to die like that, dying to give someone else a chance or as a chance to avenge someone else?

He clenched the shotgun in his hands tight. The head was harsh for the old man, and he complicated unloading the gun again. He didn't think it was hot enough for him to pass out or anything, but he was worried if something like that were to happen and he were to clench the gun wrong as he went down and pull the trigger. So he kept his hand tight on the grip itself just in case so even if it slid a bit he shouldn't graze the trigger.

Atticus eventually gave the announcement that things would be wrapping up. If anyone had anything left to say this would be the time to do it. Manny personally didn't, but seems not much wanted to be said anymore. Though he did take notice of Thalia... Flirting? He wasn't sure what counted for that nowadays. A part of him wanted to point out that this may not be the time or place for something like this, but another part of him wanted to laugh a bit as Thalia kept moods up with her comments.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Cell B
Skills:N/A

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Cell life was boring for the soldier boy. He had considered counting ants, but didn't even get to double digits before he decided he was bored of it. He considered making conversation with the corpse in the next room over? But they weren't even a proper corpse, just bits and pieces. The smell was starting to get uncomfortable, but it wasn't as bad as the walkers, and still was no where close to as bad as the smell of the sewer system he got stuck in. Or the walkers in that sewer system. But a smell none the less. He wondered what Cage was doing that made it so he couldn't just clean this up. Not like there were other prisoners to watch? So for now he sat and tried to keep his mind occupied. He hummed some random tunes, but didn't really know the words to most songs in his head as he didn't listen to a lot of music in the last few years. He contemplated going through what was left of the remains, what little there was at least. The tooth was something of note, in a pinch it might make a great threat maker if things went south. Technically it was the tooth of a dead dude, so if things went guns up maybe it would buy him time and start a commotion. If things came to that. He thought about it and decided against it. He debated drawing with it but he wasn't sure it would hold up against the concrete. But he would keep that in mind for later just in case he got desperate for something to talk too. He thought back to his time in the army. And with it being short, only a few decent memories came to mind.

Thinking about the past, the former national guard's man named Pete was one the better people Hunter got to be with since the world ended. He wondered how things would have been if he had made it with Hunter this far? Had he been around when Hunter met... them. If he was with Hunter when he first came here? If he was there to tell Hunter to shut the fuck up when he opened his mouth. Pete had helped Hunter in a lot of ways like that, when things first started getting bad it was like a switch that went off in Hunter's head that made it so he wasn't the self confident older brother he had grown up being. When the first few weeks of chaos were over, he was left a husk of his former self, and alone. Nothing worked the way it should anymore except one thing. The gun in his hands, that still worked. Before Hunter would break up fights between his siblings. Then the corpses came, and you can't talk them down. He had several siblings who he could talk to and problem solve things, sort out problems, and then move on to a fun task at the end of the day. Then they were gone, and Hunter was to figure out his own things. And he had to get them done by himself. He had no one to try and protect anymore, and no one to be there with him as he figured it out. To Hunter, Pete was something he had never had, in a moment he really needed it. For the first time in his life he was someone like an older brother to Hunter. Before the world ended, he was the oldest of five, the protector of them and the one they went to for help for simple problems. In many ways Pete served that role for him, helping Hunter figure out the little things so Hunter would be ready for the big things later in life.

Hunter chuckled at that thought. Hunter had figured out how to fight one war, right in time for the next one. He could handle being a big brother, right by the time he was alone and the world ended. When That happened he had to figure out how to deal with the wandering corpses while also keeping himself alive, he had figured that out just in time to get confronted with those who had survived with... less then good intentions. He had figured out how to deal with those people and so by the time he had met people who wouldn't try to shoot him on sight, but were clearly beyond worried that everyone might do the same to them. He wondered what the people here went through to lead them to that point? Maybe they got shot at a lot was the first thought. Or maybe they had an internal civil war at some point so they had trouble trusting outsiders and insiders out of fear of more internal fighting? Who knew. But with what little Hunter knew either was just as likely. "And by the time I figure out this conflict, there wont be any people left. Is that the luck I get to work with?" He said it with a little bit of a joking tone to it and a small laugh. He went quiet after a moment though looking around. "Huh... maybe so."
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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Grave Yard
Skills: N/A

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Manny had a moment to calm down and take the scene in. He had more or less lost his calm. Sure, he didn't like how Bass treated him. Like an ignorant old man who couldn't get with the times. And he could admit he was in some ways. But to Manny, it felt so... disrespectful. Manny's follow up was not the best in response though, and looking back there were a lot of other ways he could have expressed his frustrations. It wasn't just the tone though, the fact that he was criticized for trying to be safe with the gun, when it had been handled in a less then safe manner. Confronting Bass then and there was still not the way to handle it though. He knew he would need to apologize for his reaction later, even before Atticus said something about it. What Atticus did left Manny more confused then anything else though. When the guards at quarantine were present, they didn't get involved with anything unless someone tried to escape, or he hoped if they got really violent. It left him thinking why Atticus confronted him now, in a way that felt almost deliberate in drawing attention. Maybe it was more personal for Atticus. Or maybe it was that in quarantine they wanted an environment without influence. He had other thoughts that came with it, but those ones led to the more paranoid, looking for guilt where it may not be present stuff. So he left his thoughts at that.

The funeral itself was another story. Manny felt out of place here. He didn't know anyone who had died. And the only one he had even seen alive, was Gavin. The moment he decided to save Thana over him. Lola was another person who died that day. Died only moments before Manny got out of his cage. Maybe even as he was doing it. He just knew it was before he met up with the others. And he really didn't know much more then that about the girl. And they knew nothing of him. yet the fucked up part, is that if they hadn't died that day, Manny would have likely died soon afterwards. If the assault had failed early on, or the tank broke down, or anything else that prevented the assault to take place stop it from doing so, Manny would have been one of the many victims of Eden. It wasn't proper to say they died for him. No, that would be foolish. They died in place of him. He got to live, because they died. They had unknowingly traded their lives. He wondered if that was a selfish thought. They came to Eden to kill those who lived there. Those who tortured through there. Manny was just at the right place at the right time. But he couldn't get that idea out of his head. They were trading lives. Who hadn't though? Even before the world went to shit, choices had to be made about who had to die so that someone else could live. Those choices just became everyone's choice once the dead started to walk. Everyone had to start making that choice then.

Atticus got things moving along with offering last words to the dead. It was hard to focus in the extreme Florida heat, but Manny had grown up, and lived in it his whole life. Though that didn't mean he was immune to it. The sweat running across his head, and the visible confusion from trying to focus was very noticeable. But he knew how to handle it. At least until they were back on the nice cold bus. Many of the survivors took turns saying goodbye. He took better note of Alexander who had some words to say about Lola. He never asked much about Lola, but it seemed he got along well with her. Amelia and Ash got their words in, Ash giving some backstory on one of the people buried. But combined with Manny not knowing the dead well, or the living in this situation well, he had trouble following along. Thalia also had her own words to say about Lola. Even with what little he was hearing now she seemed like an interesting woman. Maybe much for Manny's book but that hadn't stopped him before from liking someone. He wondered what he would have thought of her had she made it down the hallway another 30 feet. Everyone who was going to say something, had said something. Funerals were not Manny's strong suits, and were one of the few times he couldn't hold an extended conversation like in day to day life. But now that everyone else had said something, he felt... wrong for not having anything to say. He felt wrong for being here because he knew nobody who was in the dirt below him. "Thank you." He said in a quiet tone, almost as if he was talking to himself. Despite all the conflicting thoughts in his head, one thing was clear. He was alive, because of them.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Cell B
Skills:N/A

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Cage did his own follow up laugh, and it was weird to Hunter. But he didn't pay it much mind. He stayed down until the door was closed leaning upwards from the mattress. Still more comfortable then anything he had used in a long time with the exception of the bed last night. After given a more detailed rundown of the situation he just shrugged. What else was there to say? The first few thoughts that came to mind probably would have gotten less then great responses, but since Cage made it a clear point he planned to spend as little time down stairs as possible he wondered if it would be worth pushing some buttons. He held off for now, Roy was being decent enough and actually seemed to be trying to help. Even if it was just him being professional about it that was something. So he kept shut even though he still just wanted to tell Cage to fuck himself. He had a brief moment of mental horror with that thought, and decided that was not a thought he wanted in his head. Going back to Ray, if he got out of this with anything decent results he decided he needed to talk to Roy and thank him. Hunter knew he fucked up, and had trouble deciding what would be fair or not, but Roy was decent enough to him even if it was just simple comments here and there. Assurances that not all of this sucked as bad as he thought it did.

Then, he was alone yet again. Trapped in his little cell, the remains of a dead man only a few feet away. He sat on the wall dividing the cells and thought about how to kill time. He was tired, but he figured that was mostly stress compared to anything else. Plus dinner was in a few hours and sleeping at random intervals would only throw off his sense of time even more so. He thought of time passing tricks he had learned on the road. The first that came to mind was to deep clean his firearms. But they were gone. Next was to get up somewhere high and try and do a mock scouting of the area, but he was under ground. Next was just go on walks and see what was happening. But he was in a cell. The thing that was getting him now was that he wasn't able to do... anything productive in his eyes. He considered looking at his more positive memories, but with how things went the last five years that mostly led to... less then pleasant ones. He wondered what something productive he could do. His mattress was an older one with very distinct springs, so his mind quickly lead into taking out one of the springs and trying to pick the lock. The problem? Hunter had no idea how to pick a lot. Many doors he had found were unlocked or he could break into it without much effort. At least a few years ago. "Huh... fucking apocalypse diet." That was something that Hunter regretted a bit. He always prioritized bullets over food. He was never shy of bullets though. He knew where to look, he knew which guns could use them, and he normally had a good idea where to find said guns.

He wondered how his life would have been different should he had not joined the army. First, he would have had a chance to fix things with his family... properly. Next... he would have been home when things got bad, and he could have been with them in whatever happened. If he had not joined he wouldn't have Met Don, Greg, Simon, and Harald. But in return, he wouldn't have met June and... Lucy. He wondered if that was a bad thing though, not meeting those two. Maybe then they would have had a chance to meet up with someone other then those... people. If he hadn't joined he wouldn't have been forced to listen to that one order. The order every soldier is scared to hear when all hope seems lost. Hold Until the end. Though, the first time he heard the order, it wasn't given to him or his unit. It was given to another unit attached to... what ever excuse of a regiment that had been assembled. Then it was given to another... and another. Everyone knew what it meant, but no one would say it out loud. Die so the rest of us have a chance to live. No one objected it, for fear that they would be given that order themselves. And those who were not given the order would make sure it got carried out, out of fear that they would also be deemed... expendable.

He put his finger on that. That was the choice he made that changed his life and sent him down this path. Or maybe it was just the unfortunate way of things that he got a recruiter who absolutely fudged his numbers so he was allowed to join. Though that didn't matter now, what matters is he made the choice and he chose wrong. The military might work for some, maybe those who's units were destroyed before they could be deployed against the dead, those not assigned to handle the hordes of refugees on the way to the cities, those who got deployed to handle only the dead. Those who's first deployment wasn't trying to figure out which American citizens were trying to kill you, and which ones you had to kill. It made him think if this was one of those more pivotal moments in his life. Where he could make a choice that would set the rest of his life in a new direction. Or if he had already made that choice.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Bus (Outside Camp Mexico Beach) --> Grave Yard
Skills: N/A

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The bus ride for Manny was an interesting one for him. Bass had more then a single thought on how Manny was handling the gun he had been given. TO the point of talking to him like he was an old man who had little idea what he was doing. He remembered a time back when he would have tried to throttle him for comments like that. Granted the boys father probably wasn't even born at that time in Manny's life. He did let out a rather loud audible sigh of disappointment. "Boy." Putting rather strong emphases on the word. "I have been handling firearms since long before you were even a thought in your parents minds. I get you are just trying to do your own job, but if I didn't know how to safely handle a gun I wouldn't have made it this far." He spoke with a simple matter of fact tone to him, as if educating a student who refused to listen despite repeated attempts. "Now, I get you are on guard duty, so some firearm safety rules have to be let slide. I am not on guard duty. I am not a huge fan of storing a dozen loose loaded firearms in a duffel and hoping the bus wont hit a bump and get my own foot or head blown off. I'll load it when it is a safer time to, as the last thing I need for it is to go off in my hands causing a rather horrible accident." He went back to inspecting the gun. To the best of his understanding it was good.

Once they got closer to the graveyard Manny did feel a bit bad about treating him as, well a boy. Sure, the boy might lack some respect, and he may have skipped a few steps in firearm safety, but he figured he had good intentions none the less. Bass and Atticus left the bus to make sure things were clear and once at that point the others were allowed off. Many of the others had gotten off before him, but when it was his turn he stood up holding the shotgun with the breach open. Once everyone was settled outside Manny grabbed the two shells he had taken out, loaded them in, and snapped the gun closed. Nice, stable, open ground. The safest and most effective place to fire a gun from. When given another chance, he would need to apologize to Bass. Other then his tone while explaining things, the boy seemed like a decent enough kid. The graveyard itself was... normal. Too normal in some ways. Maybe it was just the idea that Manny hadn't really been to a place like this in a long time. And especially not for something like this.

Manny Kept one hand under the pivot for the breach, in front of the trigger guard, and the other hand further down the barrel. His hand was close enough to the trigger that he could move and line up his shot in one swift motion if he was careful with his steps. And it was another safety step in case the actual safety decided it didn't want to work with him that day.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Inside Jail (AA) --> Cell B
Skills:N/A

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Hunter leaned back a bit when Cage snapped at him. It appeared that the man was dead set on believing this was Hunter's fault. Sure, it was a poor time to get arrested for them, but he didn't like where that left him in terms of a trial if reactions for things like this were extreme. He gave a shrug when Cage mentioned he has plans to avoid being near Hunter as humanly possibly. Under normal situations he couldn't blame him. He had to stop himself from saying something along the lines of "Right back at ya". He didn't, but the thought was a funny come back in his mind. Roy Drove the point home more, and Hunter did have to admit, he did have a tendency to say the first thing that came to mind on a regular basis. He wondered who wouldn't when the only thing you've had to talk to for over a year was walking corpses and a dog that seemed much more interested in the beans in your hand then the conversation.

He looked around with curiosity entering the new room. Bricks, in his mind one of the greatest single inventions of all the human race. Build walls with them, build houses with them, play jenga with them, and made great emergency weapons in a pinch. Then he saw cell A, he stopped walking for a moment to stare at it. So they were serious. There were comments made about it, but Hunter paid it no mind. Any reply he would get for replying would probably be met with one trying to defend it, but with the backing of guns. This left a bitter taste in his mouth. These were the people who had the resources to rebuild the world, or at least apart of it, and this is what was coming from it. To add insult to injury, the remains were just left out for display. Hunter considered all the crappy things he had done for a bit, and looked at the blood and other bits. "Huh." He considered saying something along the lines of "Mother Fucker" or "What the fuck" Or even, "Fuck Nuggets" but couldn't completely wrap his head around this. So Huh had to do.

He was so drowned out in his thoughts he flinched a bit when the cuffs were removed. And the main reason he noticed was because of the lack of tension on his hands. He looked at Roy with almost a look of surprise as if he had just been told something unbelievable. It took a moment for him to register completely what was happening, but keeping eye contact with Roy a moment, not completely registering what he was saying, then noticing the open cell door he got the idea. He walked into cell, and collapsed on the bed face first, and just laid down. The day was barely half over, and it had been a long one. He was ready to go back to sleep except for he didn't like being watched while sleep, and the dreams were still hard for him.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Bus (Outside Camp Mexico Beach)
Skills: N/A

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The bus trip felt very much like the first day in camp. With the exception that there was a fraction of the amount of people. Then with a rough head count, he figured it might not be a fraction. But definitely less then last time. He was glad he got a bit of a response out of Thalia. He wondered what was going through her mind at that moment? There was no real way to tell as he himself couldn't figure out what was going through his own mind in terms of thoughts and emotions. Sure, he felt a bit of sadness, but he didn't know any of the people that were being buried, and he had only seen one of them alive and that was only for a few moments. Was it guilt? That didn't seem right either. They didn't die for Him. They died to defeat Eden. Yet, their deaths were the main reason he was alive. If they didn't fight and die everything Manny did to try and escape would have been for nothing, and probably would have only made things worse. Infact, looking back he wouldn't be sure if he could have worked himself up enough to try for a break. That didn't even account for the people who were also prisoners, who had most likely died before him. Those that had been tortured while Manny waited for his turn in line. It just as easily could have been one of them who had taken his place. Maybe he would have been forced to fight to the death, or go through one of the other many things that had been going on. He never did really learn all of it. And apart of him, never wanted to find out.

It felt like trading lives. Lola had died before the group made it to Manny, and Manny chose to save Thana over Gavin. eventually leading to his death. That didn't even account for the many times it had happened before, in past groups when supplies ran out, or when the choice had to be made to save one's self, or try for one last attempt to save someone else. He hoped things in this new world wouldn't need to call for that anymore. No more Trading lives.

Manny needed a distraction from his grim thoughts. And honestly? What better way to do that then with guns. The rules were as simple as most common gun safety tips. Tips Manny had been following for longer then some people on the bus had probably been alive. The don't screw us over comment made Manny uneasy though. Not because he had plans to screw anyone over, but the implication of throwing a living person into a put of walkers seemed... wrong. Sure, trying to screw over the people who gave you a meal and shelter was a poor choice, but he hoped that was an intimidation trick, or at worst a short term need rather then what was just thought of as the solution to stopping problems forever. He thought that was odd, if something were to go wrong he didn't flinch at the idea of a bullet being put in someone's head, but a pit of walkers got his attention. He thought about it, and figured maybe it seemed more humane to just put a hostile person down rather then put them through unneeded suffering. He wondered how much of that was him trying to see the best of things, and how much of it was his youth starting to show in a world where a younger Manny would survive a hell of a lot better then an older Manny.

Stopping himself before he fell too deep into his thoughts he accepted his temporary firearm. Nothing fancy, a simple double barrel shotgun. "Thank you." He said before carefully accepting it. His first goal was to make sure it was unloaded. No need to have it loaded now, and the nice thing about break actions is that while they are open the shells can be dropped in rather easy. He has a box of a few more shells to go with it as well. Again, not a lot, but considering they had armed guards, he figured that it was meant to be a last line of defense should all hell go loose. Two shots. If things were done correctly, that would be two kills against the un-dead in a single moment. If not, it was a second chance to correct a first mistake in a split second choice. Or in the cases like he had seen at the shooting range, someone grips the triggers wrong, and fires both barrels at once to try and hit one target. You don't get extra points for blasting the same head off twice.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Outside Jail (AA) --> Inside Jail
Skills:N/A

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Maybe it wasn't an achievement to be proud of, but Hunter had successfully gone somewhere none of the other new comers has been able to go to yet. Ignoring the context of why he was there, he thought it was kind of neat. With the context, he was going to have to do what he could to salvage the situation. No matter how things went now, it was a loss. But if he played what few cards he did have right, he figured it may not be a total loss. Even better, something to recover from. He found it odd how surprised people were to the list of things he did. Sure, he got wasted and said a lot more words then he should have, but it was also an open bar, where he and the bartender overestimated how much he could take. There was something about waste, but he didn't remember much of that so he couldn't say much about that. There was being late by roughly 5 minutes, which he figured wasn't bad considering it was the first actual schedule he had been apart of in five years and his first day back on one. And, needing a reminder to pick up the dog poop. The first time he had needed to in... also about five years. But he still did it and was thankful for the reminder. Though there was the times he had cussed out quiet a few people. Even then, the reactions he was getting from his sheet seemed much. He wondered if there was more going on there then he knew about. Did he try to fight someone last night? Or was this based off the look in his eye again?

There was talk about which cell to put him in, and blame being put on him that it needed to be done and wasn't. "Doesn't seem fair to blame me. It wasn't my job to clean it, and I didn't make it messy." Sure it was meant for him, but it wasn't his fault that it wasn't clean. Honestly he wouldn't mind cleaning it to keep from being bored, but he had no plans to be blamed for something he didn't do. He was starting to appreciate Roy though. He figured the man probably didn't like him, but he at least didn't seem to treat him like the lowest of scum, and helped clarify things to Hunter. Clarification was nice. It was nice to know that Cage didn't mean medical in general. Under most cases he would see that as a dick move of someone who can't be bothered, but at least they let him have that choice should he choose it. He wasn't sure if that was a victory or not. Either way, he found Roy decent. He felt professional enough without making things personal.

The house was nice enough, but he had a feeling that he wasn't going to be a roaming prisoner in this place with access to the tv. Those fears were correct when he saw the steel door. He had to stop himself from muttering "Fuck buckets" out loud. Though his mouth did open a bit in wonder as he looked at the door, and the stairs that came after it. "Huh..." It was a curious thought. Sure, he was no structural engineer, but he didn't think anywhere in Florida had a basement? His thoughts weren't on what was below, just that there was a below. But the more he thought about it, he has been places before in the area with basements. Sure, not Florida itself, but pretty close. So he figured it made sense now that he thought about it.

Realizing though that this basement was his prison he refocused himself. The only relevant thought he could pull to his head was "Welcome Home Hunter, should have worked on those people skills last time".
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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Bus
Skills: N/A

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All things considering, the funeral detail wasn't going too bad. Manny had to hold back a laugh after Alexander's comment about Manny's made up position. "Assistant cleaning director. I haven't gotten that promotion just yet. Given time, I believe I can make it to Senior cleaning director of the interior of boats with out too much fuss." It was a simple joke, but the little ones were nice for keeping up the day to day life. To help enjoy the little things just that much more. They made, great memories.

When everyone started loading up Manny made his way in. Normally he would sit by his fellow baby boomer and have a nice conversation about all the things old people talk about. But, looking around he noticed Thalia with that nice reassuring look. It was a good sign, but he worried about her. She reminded him in many ways what he was like when he was her age. Or... probably younger. It slipped him sometimes how there were people that were less then half his age, but still fully matured adults. With Beatrice leaving though, and Thana not present, he could only imagine what that was like for Thalia. Knowing the girl wasn't too personal, he wanted to check up on her without getting to... Personal. Instantly, the same seat seemed like a bad idea. The guards and Padre were starting to make their way onto the bus. He had to think fast. He sat in the seat across from her, as it was close enough to talk if she wanted, or to at the very least let her know he was there if needed.

He sat and in a surprisingly monotone voice spoke quietly to Thalia. "Hey." For those who knew him, and knew his normally positive attitude, this tone was different. Sure, he could get loud if he wanted. He had even lost his temper a bit in quarantine. But nothing extreme. Pretty much every other time he spoke it was with a bit of cheerfulness of a doctor who was getting ready to pull out a tooth that you both knew would hurt like hell but no one wanted to admit it. Keep his hand back so it could not be seen from the seats behind or in front of them, he did a couple simple hand motions. One pointing towards her, and then shifting it to a thumbs up with a bit of a questioning look on his face. He had a feeling that if something was up she wouldn't tell. But again, sometimes just letting someone know you were there could be enough. Though he had learned a bit too, that many of the people in his old group liked their space. And hopefully the middle lane of the bus was enough for now. And if not, he would get the message and try to keep more distance. But, being the stubborn old man he was, he refused to ever be out of sight for long. He had seen people push others away in the past, to the point of self destruction.

The bus made its way out of the camp. There were worries about the walkers, talk of the guards and escorts being armed and... Were they going to be armed? That made Manny think for a moment. He figured chances are it would be something simple like knives or something else along those lines. He didn't think they were ready to offer them up guns yet. Guns were a big deal, and sure he would feel safer with one in his hands. Especially one like the one he had been practicing with for the longest portion of his life, but having a means to defend one's self was nice. Though he hadn't used a knife since he picked up target shooting. Not like this. Not really. And he was getting old. And sadly getting old wasn't great for that kind of combat. But, they were going in with a rather large group of people. Many of whom were good fighters, and with that, the escorts had guns. Plus, a bus with a rather strong air conditioning. Which Manny liked that it existed. Hopefully he wouldn't get so used to it the heat was unbearable.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Outside Jail (AA)
Skills:N/A

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To say the day was getting interesting was an understatement. It was like all of Hunter's fuck ups were catching up to him all at once, but not in the way he had expected. The group of guards and Hunter had made their way to what Hunter assumed was some kind of prison hut like house. He had seen jails, but this didn't look like one. Granted it was probably hard to get appearances when you were limited to mostly houses. Soon enough though what Hunter presumed to be his warden walked up to them. Roughly his height, and Hunter figured if things went south he could take him in a fight. If he was in the condition he was two years ago. Now he would be at a disadvantage in his severely starved state. Hunter watched the man with curiosity, holding back his internal thoughts for the moment, and doing his best to hide his discomfort. Not because the man himself made Hunter uneasy, but more of Cage reminded him of someone he knew once. If that someone had aged a lot of years and had lost what charisma he had left.

The rules seemed simple enough, but he did take note of the bleeding out comment. Hunter had a long list of thoughts he wished to give the man. Not just because of his resemblance to the past, but how a comment from a warden like figure here was made, and the only comment against it was how rude it was. But he held off, that one comment was at least a little reassuring in a moment where he didn't have much to hope for. It did piss him off how someone like that could say a comment that to Hunter's best understanding sounded like criminal negligence. Borderline manslaughter. He couldn't tell if it was just an intimidation tactic or not. Seemed like a pretty harsh one considering even in military terms, it was a war crime if he did those actions. Hell, he could understand a comment like getting his teeth kicked in if he acted out. Or making out with an overly aggressive baton if he gave a wrong look. But threatening to withhold aid if he was injured? Bleeding out specifically? Maybe this was someone who just enjoyed his little position of power a little too much. Or maybe he just couldn't be bothered to do more then the bare minimum.

Hearing he would be stuck in a cell for a week was a less then pleasant thought. But as long as every person he talked to wasn't like Cage he figured he could put up with it. Maddoc did the paperwork, and now Hunter was an official prisoner of Camp Mexico Beach. Then in 3-7 days it would be decided if he was to stay or get kicked out. Either way, he had lost Izibel, and the people here would never trust him. Maybe some would tolerate him. If he stayed, he wouldn't get much say in any part of his day to day life. Even more so then before. He thought about it more and more... and the main reason he was staying... was a chance to not fuck up for once. And to stay with Izibel. Both, had now been removed from the equation. Added with punishments went rather extreme rather fast, he had little hope things would recover from here. Drunk and disorderly, a few minutes late for his shift on his first day, late picking up the dog poop, and being a bit too confrontational and a bit of an ass. But it seemed pretty common for that last trait here. Just in different ways. He knew he was hard to deal with, and normally because of that he left people alone. A lot harder to do here. But he struggled to see how that warranted Cage's comment.

He would try to let it go. But not knowing if it was just giving off steam or being honest, it was an iffy situation. He would understand if he had attacked someone, killed someone, stole supplies, or even threatened. But damn. He wondered how a man like that ever got to a position of power. Even if it was just watching over normally empty cells. He tried not to think too much about it. He would have time to think in lockup. And who knew, maybe there would actually be something to do in prison other then being left alone with his thoughts.
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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Assembly (P)
Skills: N/A

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Over time more and more people had shown up to the assembly point. It seemed just about everyone in quarantine other then a handful of people. Though he did take note that Thana was not present. Manny thought about it for a moment, but he wondered if she already had her chance to say goodbye. That made sense. It was a shame to not see her come but he didn't blame her. He was glad to get a response from Amelia though. The girl seemed rather shy at times though he wondered if there was more to that too. "A scary dog? Well I hope the rest of it goes more smoothly for you young lady." Plus, the place seemed to have a decent amount of restrictions on how dogs were taken care of here based on his tour. Especially if there was a rather intimidating dog going around. The two parted ways to eventually make conversations with their respective people.

Alexander joined into the conversation Manny had started with Padre so that was a nice addition. "Thing's have been going pretty well on my end. I got promoted to assistant cleaning director of the interior of boats." He said the line with a smile that more then clearly implied it was a joke. But he found it funny giving an excessively long official sounding title to a simple job. Though he would feel like a fool if that turned out to be an official title of some kind and he just poked fun at whosoever job that actually was. As well, Padre had cleared up that the grave site was pretty close. These steps were mostly precautions. It made sense, even in Manny's old community the place had its own precautions in place for things like this. Though rarely held the manpower to execute those precautions other then making sure someone with a rifle could watch safely from the gate. Even though the little group of team Eden was spread thin, Thalia had taken a spot near by and given Manny a nod of acknowledgment. He returned the favor and took note of her speaking Spanish to one of the guards. He didn't know the man though, and Manny's Spanish was rusty since he hadn't actively used it since he was a lot younger. Sure, bits came back reliably, but he wasn't sure he could hold an active conversation without doing some real major practicing.

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Hunter Monroe
Location:Streets (O4 -> M2)
Skills:N/A

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Hunter wondered what prison life would be life. He had seen the cells in his old base many years ago, and he had passed by prisons while out on the road. But this was a former residential district. So he wondered what was the play here. Maddoc's Answer to his question was... vague. Hunter knew what he said, he just wanted clarification he meant it. Some reassurance that at least some of this was going to be okay. But oh well, the only reassurance he could have was anything he could give himself. One of the guards sighed, and Hunter had to stop himself from sighing as well even if just out of habit. Sure, poking fun was, well fun tot he soldier boy, but it was clear that this was not the audience for his jokes.

One plus side, he could very easily smell the booze in the air. He probably wouldn't be able to drink until he passed out in lockup, but that was an interesting thought. Sleep all of this off until it's done and over with. The downside to sleep? Nightmares. The more he thought about it, lose lose. It wasn't hard to notice being stared at though. Plenty of people probably did while he went by. Was that also supposed to be apart of the punishment? He wasn't sure. Though even if he did stay, that is the image most people will remember him for. He did take note of the bartender woman from last night. He locked eyes with her for a bit as he rounded the corner, but gave no indications of his thoughts beyond that. There weren't a lot of people in this part of town so it was easier to pick her out. Plus, she was one of the few people who he clearly remembered last night. He wondered what was going through her head as they walked by? Probably the same thing most everyone else was thinking. "Fuckin' idiot".

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Assembly (P)
Skills: N/A

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So far it seemed Manny was one of the first here at the rally point. It was a nice feeling getting somewhere early and having time to prepare. Though one of the other first, Amelia he was pretty sure was her name, seemed like she had been having a rough day. "You doing alright there?" Simple question, last thing he wanted to do was rush to assumptions in case it wasn't something worst talking about, or at least if she didn't want to talk about it she could have an out to work with. But she did seem stressed, or tired maybe. She did run here after all.

Soon enough, Padre came over from the direction of the church with some others Manny hadn't really gotten time to get to know yet. Though he recognized the one woman as the mother. The Russian one who also snapped under stress in quarantine. No baby though? That seemed interesting, but he wouldn't think too much of it. It wasn't too far a guess to assume they had one here. OR maybe school was in session still? There was still a lot to learn about this place. Soon the bus came that had originally brought them in the gates. There was a talk about if the area was clear, he guessed the funeral spot. Though he wondered what was in the bags. Weapons? Other then what in their hands? He figured unlikely, but wondered none the less. He figured time would tell though. He made his way over to Padre. "Is it far from camp?" They were taking the bus, so it was far enough to justify that. As well, maybe they were worried about a large group of people on foot, and their ability to stay secure. Or in case something went wrong. There was a lot going on here that he didn't understand. Lots of need to know maybe. OR maybe it was just far enough to not be secured on a regular basis.

So now they wait until everyone else who is coming arrives. Then, off to say goodbye to the people he never got to know. But their deaths saved him none the less. The longest meeting any of them, was Gavin, in his last minutes of life.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Streets (I4 -> L5) --> Streets (L5 - O4)
Skills:N/A

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The walk was peaceful, so that was nice. No one loud, no one staring too long. Sure he wished he had some privacy from public eye, but it wasn't the worst of his problems at the moment so problems for future Hunter. Present Hunter had his own set of problems to work with. No one spoke on the way, no comments, no eye contact. And soon, they went to the back section of camp. It was a weird place that was glossed over by the tour. So another plus side, he got to see a new section of the camp. Knowing is half the battle anyways, right? Though the information wasn't useful for present Hunter. He thought back to one of the last conversations he had with his dad before he stormed out to join the guard, which ironically let people here believe he understood everything about the military, or cared much about it nowadays. How if he left then, he was going to get arrested or shot. And now? Both. But he hadn't been shot in a while so there was a victory there. He planned to keep that track record and see if he could make it two full years without getting shot again. Though he did push his luck now, he still didn't plan on getting shot again.

What he did have to consider, this was going to go one of two ways, three if the members who wanted him to get shot get their way three. He still wasn't sure what to think of Maddoc, but he figured he wasn't apart of that group. Even if the first threat seemed uncalled for. But even Maddoc said there was older members of the group who thought the best action was to have a bullet in his brain. Assuming that wouldn't happen for drunk and disorderly (With a side dish of some food wastage and a less then friendly dictionary), being less then five minutes late to work, and picking up the dog shit late, that left exile, or staying. To add to that, his attempts to make friends here had been more harmful then helpful. He had made enemies here, and his attempts to amend what he did wrong have not gone far yet. He had what he could do during lunch, but time wasn't on his side then. It didn't take a genius to know that even if he was allowed to stay, he would have someone on his back waiting for his next mess up at any time. No one here would trust him again, no matter what. He wouldn't be allowed Izibel, as the people here saw her as a privilege, and not the last thing he considered to be apart of his family. Lots of what Maddoc said in the interview came to Hunter's mind. He imagined a lot of what came up would be like that.

The last option, exile. They again, would take Izibel. He thought of where he was back before Izibel found him. It was... a dark place. He visibly shivered, he wasn't well then. Probably wasn't now. Maybe that is what Gunny supposedly saw? Hunter still didn't trust reading minds through one's eye. But maybe he had something none the less. Where would he even go if not with Izibel? He had already finished his quest to find his family, and had been following cold trails for close to a year now. So finished wasn't the right word... But it was a dead end none the less, with no where else to go. He had checked everywhere he could? He was going into lock up, so he would have time to think about that. But the walk gave him a chance to confirm one thing. No matter what, he had lost Izibel. The interview came back to mind again. Maddoc gave Hunter a decent amount of information. Little bits and pieces, but enough to work with. Nothing collective, but enough none the less. "Did you mean it?" He paused for a moment, realizing Maddoc probably didn't know the context in his mind either. "What you said about Izibel, in the interview a while back." He was referring to his comment about keeping her best interests. When was all said and done, it would help to know that she was okay at the end of the day.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Water Repair Shop (G) --> Medical (B) --> Assembly (P)
Skills: N/A

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Things were looking up! The boat was finished, things were clean! Manny's biggest regret was he wasn't going to have time to help finish up cleaning medical. The rather fun conversation about Walker Theoreticals was coming to a close as without study or any proof of concept, it could only go so far between two people on cleaning duty. Still fun none the less. "I see your logic there. The world seems more then big enough if someone doesn't want to be apart of a growing civilization, there is room to be away from it." But Manny wondered for how long, even if people were limited, they could do amazing things once infrastructure and other forms of transportation became available. Once all the small pockets of people banded together, and when they were able to travel greater distances with ease, he wondered if that would be the case, or if there were just that few of them left that it wouldn't be a concern for generations? Not knowing about the rest of the world was up too did make things hard to guess.

He was glad to hear that Lisa should be able to finish things in the basement without much delay thankfully. "That's great to hear!" Manny still wished he could spend more time and help, but he owed it to those who had died, so he could be free to attend the funeral. It felt weird not knowing them personally, but they had died, and he had lived because of it. It felt wrong otherwise. One had died, by his choice at that. The old dentist wasn't sure he would ever be able to let that thought go. No matter how he justified it in his head, no matter how many times he told himself he wasn't the one to pull the trigger, he still made the choice that Gavin was the lower priority.

Manny was so deep in collecting his thoughts and tools that he didn't realize Lisa has slipped until it had already happen and she had recovered. "You alright?!" He said in a panic, but seeing how she pretty easily recovered he realized that seemed like a silly question now. He helped finished the gathering of the cleaning supplies, and followed Lisa back to the hospital. Once there, Manny found himself stuck. The basement still gave Manny the chills more then he would like to admit. He could feel his aging heart racing, his mind stuck and struggling to focus, it was maddening. It wasn't until Lisa said something about it being about time to leave that Manny had it in him to snap out of it. "Hm? Oh right... uh... Right. Thank you." He finished putting away his share of the supplies, and started making his way over towards Assembly. "Before I go Lisa, Thank you for... Well being you. Really made my first day here a rather enjoyable experience." He said in a positive tone despite his stress. Then he left to go meet up with everyone before the funeral. Seemed many were already here as well, Manny deciding he was about as well as he could be anyways as he wasn't particularly messy himself figured he was as ready as he could be. Physically, Mentally he felt like he wasn't ready at all.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Administration (Gunny's office) --> Streets (I4 -> L5)
Skills:N/A

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What a week for the Soldier Boy. Pretty much everything that could go wrong, went wrong in some way, shy of him breaking out into a fist fight with the locals. As far as he could tell, there was that internal rage he had against Bass he couldn't place, but his knuckles weren't bloody or bruised and he wasn't in the stockade. Well, at that point. The checkbook 2.0 comment was kind of funny, but it did make Hunter think about things for a moment. Sure, he had a logic train for most things he said, even if not a great one, or a well thought out one, but so far that logic train had failed him most times he had opened his mouth. He figured he could get a chance to work on figuring out that mess while locked up. It did give him a chance to hold off his comment about Gunny being a human lie detector. Holding off his comment how lie detectors were not credible as they were not as accurate as movies showed, or that they lacked context of any kind. Hunter clearly did think about the remark, but refused to comment. Sure, maybe he was good at reading people, but Hunter found the choice of words funny none the less.

Hunter stopped himself again when it was pointed out that a last ditch apology didn't count for much here. Hunter debated mentioning that he wasn't doing it to save himself there, but held off as that might not have been what he was referring towards. Though if he was being put up for exile with a look into his eyes as apart of the evidence against him, he figured he probably wouldn't be seeing these people soon anyways. Plus, he had a lot against him anyways outside of that, and had successfully turned most people he had interacted with against him. And his attempts to make things better snuffed out for a lack of time to finish, still trying to figure out what the details of what he had done, and just strait up fucking up to the point where many wouldn't care no matter how hard he tried. That last part was probably the biggest thing against him, he had fucked up tot he point where many people probably wouldn't view him as much more then some kid who couldn't control himself.

And, it technically wasn't wrong, but nor was it completely correct. He was confrontational, had more outbursts then he would like to admit, and his personal filter was comparable to using a fishing net to filter coffee grinds. He found the comment interesting to the violent thoughts towards the people here. Sure, he had violent thoughts, founds things funny he shouldn't, and probably had a list of people here he wouldn't go out of his way to save them from a burning building, but one area he had held control of so far, was not acting on those violent impulses. He's seen how that game has gone before, it wasn't pleasant for anyone involved. But what if he did? What if that was apart of last night? Apart of him wished he could get a clear idea of what happened and not bits and pieces. Bits and pieces that don't always make sense. He figured Nigel or Nikki might know something more, but Nigel and him had an audience before, so he couldn't ask then. And he was on a time frame before so didn't really have time to stop for Nikki. Plus, he wasn't sure but she might still be pissed too. And now? He was off to jail.

He would follow Roy and Maddoc wherever they took him. No point in resisting now. Sure, his s had enough mobility that he could probably make some decent distance before they started shooting, and he wasn't carrying a heavy pack and vest of gear so that was in his favor. What wasn't, was he had no gear of any kind. Plus, he was smart enough to know that trying to run now would probably leave him Shoot on Sight with no where to go. Sure, he might be able to get away from his guards, but cuffed where to after that? The walls were too night to climb, especially in cuffs. He might be able to pull off swimming, or at the very leave jogging through shallower sections, but he had no idea what kind of traps or defenses were there. Sewers maybe, but he wasn't desperate enough to try going through the sewers again. So the thoughts to try and run, escape were definitely there, he wondered who wouldn't have those thoughts cross their mind in this situation. And apart of him thought of going through with them, but for a few reasons he decided against it. Even if he did get out, where would he go? The local area has probably been stripped clean, and he had nothing. Sure, maybe he could take some gear from another local settlement? But he had no idea where they were, and if they were bad off enough that their defenses could be so easily breached by a single Hunter with no gear, they probably were pretty desperate too. He gained nothing from trying to run, and he still had a little left to lose if he tried. So he wouldn't act on that impulse either.

So instead, he would just follow, not saying a word to anyone as they went past. Nor to Roy or Maddoc. Nothing he could say now would help, but it was clear anything he says now could end up causing more problems. So deciding he didn't need more problems, he kept quiet. And wouldn't look anyone in the eyes. Not out of a feeling of guilt though, just to avoid any kind of verbal or mental communication. It was a good chance for him to think about the last few days, he wondered if what he had done was worse then he thought it was, or if he was focusing on the wrong issues. Maybe that was what the therapy was supposed to be for? But didn't even get that far either.
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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Water Repair Shop (G)
Skills: N/A

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Manny found a lot of enjoyment in the boat cleaning conversation. It was nice to be productive, and it was fun to speculate. He wondered in another life if he could have been a scientist? Then thought about it, and decided that being a doctor was more fun. And generally a lot more helpful. But to add more to the excitement, they seemed almost done! It was a great feeling of finishing a job and doing it well. "I believe I will like it here. I don't think it will be the same as my old life, but I am excited for it none the less. To see what the new world has to offer, and to see what I can offer it." Manny finished his area and moved onto what other areas he could so he could finish up. Lisa did bring up a good point about the Walkers that they had already talked about but over looked. "I see what you are saying. But it's hard to believe that they will be functional... Forever?" He stopped that thought, realizing the Irony of it and the situation. "Then again, it was hard to believe that everyone who died would come back and try to kill everyone. So who knows." He wondered what scientists were thinking when all this started, and the doctors who did study things relevant to this. They must have had a field day trying to understand it. He could picture someone he graduated getting pissed off about the dead walking for the sole reason of making his profession irrelevant. Though Manny didn't keep in touch with people from his graduating class, so maybe he got into a field that if he was still alive would still mean something.

Manny snapping back to the real world of thoughts continued with the conversation. "I mean I think people are working together pretty decently? Other then a few outliers here and there." Eden, the people who brought down his last community. The men that tried to beat him to death in the early days. The Outliers. "Even then, outliers can learn to get along. I kind of think they are scared at times, and that they don't know what else to do. So they try to harm others to feel brave. Or maybe they were scared before, and with the dead rising, they got a chance to feel strong, and the idea of that world going away scares them." Manny finished his spot, and moved on again. Not too many left. "In the last community I was apart of, we had a guy who when we decided we wanted to live, and not just survive, had a breakdown. See, he was... an excellent survivor. He could forage, take on the dead rather well, and I learned later that life before the world collapsed was pretty harsh for him. So the idea of going back to that was... harsh. He was a good man though, saved my life more then once. And when we were attacked, he came through for us as the community as a whole wasn't prepared for a horde as large as the one that hit us." He paused for a moment. "I think you're right though, people are starting to see that working together is the only way to get through this. To my best guess, for a lot of people it's just how they will work together. Some people adjust to that fact easier then others." Manny finished another touch up spot, and got ready to move to another one. Then stopped, to his best understanding they seemed to be done. "Correct me if I am wrong, but I think we just finished up in here."

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Administration (Gunny's office)
Skills:N/A

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Well that escalated. Things were happening fast enough Hunter wasn't sure he was getting all of it. Taking a moment to breath, he realized he could have explained his frustration better. Saying something now though probably wouldn't help. Plus, he was still pissed. Izibel was all he had left. And they decide to take her away from him, and dangle her over his head by calling her a special privilege? Hunter thought it, but wouldn't say it here. That was bullshit. Maddoc and Roy walked in, and he had a feeling where this might go. They talked, for a while in a language that he couldn't understand. He found that annoying, if you're going to talk about someone, especially someone in the room, have the guts to say it to his face. He soon learned, they would. Hunter, almost commented on the National Guard comment. Almost going into detail about how much of a shit show the Guard was in those early days. Then, the radio called in. They had taken her... And to add insult to injury, the reason he was late was.... partially included. Yes, he had forgotten to clean up after Izibel, and the moment it was brought to his attention he went out of his way to get it done before he went back to work, Thanking for the reminder. "Are you... What the... crap...." He said with a sigh, he wanted to say more, but knew he was already fucked. Anything he said now, would probably get him in more trouble. Hunter decided he no longer liked that woman either. Sure, it would be one thing if she was just doing her job. But the report she gave, was missing so much context of the situation. Sure, he fucked up. He could admit that, but it had been out less then five minutes, he went to clean it up the moment he knew he forgotten it. Giving only a third of the situation, is bullshit. He's wondering now if it would have been better to leave it so he could get back to work on time since he was getting in trouble for it anyways.

He had to admit, the list that followed was pretty accurate. Part seemed exaggerated, sure he was an ass to everyone, but he had admitted his own faults a few times. He could admit though, he could work on the respect part. He tried to give an apology to Nikki and Nigel during lunch, he is now wondering if he should have done that differently, but he wasn't sure how thinking back. Had he spent more time, he would have been late for sure. Had he ignored them, it would have been an even more of an asshole move. He wasn't sure what he should have done. At the time, a simple partial apology seemed better to start, to let know he knew what he did was wrong, but then follow it up later when there wasn't a time crunch. He couldn't figure out what he could have done differently to make things better. Then again, that was the past. And couldn't be fixed now.

The comment that got him, was that he was more of a threat to them, then they were to him. "I... What? You got that, from a look in.... What?" There was a ton in his voice. Not his usual confusion. He was feeling a lot of things in that moment. He was confused, as he had gone out of his way to seem none threatening to these people. Sure that had failed but he still hadn't threatened anyone since he had arrived. And he didn't think he did anything before his breakdown in quarantine that could give that impression? He figured he might have been missing something... He also looked at the comment in it's most basic. They had guns, and numbers. He didn't. Nor the strength to be intimidating. Bringing that up wouldn't help things though. He wasn't sure about the honesty comment. It was only honest if you included relevant information. Sure, he admits it, he lied to these people. He didn't trust them. He trusts Maddoc to be honest. But hearing how what happened before was diced up, and how Gunny was treating that information against him, he held everyone else here to that partial context truth until proven otherwise. Partial truths, were worse then lies. If that is what was considered honest here, then fuck them all.

Hunter held his tongue, the man was right about the fact he had fucked up... a lot. In a rather short period. Hunter wanted to see where this man was coming from, try to fix what he did wrong. But the threat of being shot, when he asked questions on his first day, and the partial Honesty that was given over the radio, made it hard for him to want to improve for these people. It wasn't hard to notice Roy standing behind him. Hunter got the idea. The question was how everyone would react to it. He heard how the process would go from here. In ideals, it sounded fair enough. But he couldn't get that thought of the partial truth on the radio. He tried to block it out, tried to tell himself it would be as fair as Gunny says it will be. When Maddoc looked to Hunter and gave his advice, he just looked the man in the eyes with a smile on his face. A smile that could mean many things. Could be taken as, You got it Boss. No shit? And the most likely, Or What? You'll shoot me? He was anxiousness though. These people scared him. To the point where he wasn't sure what the best case scenario was.

Maddoc was the most interesting person in the room to Hunter. Hunter trusted him to be honest with him. For better or worst, honest at the very least. And maybe Gunny was the same way, but the fact that the radio comment is being used against Hunter, Hunter is using it against Gunny for now. But Maddoc? What surprised even Hunter, he trusted Maddoc, he feared Maddoc, He liked the guy, while also hating him. He was the most interesting person, Hunter liked to hate. He wondered if Maddoc knew that his first threat to shoot him set the tone for how he views people here. Letting him believe they would shoot him on sight for speaking out of turn. Sure, with what he knew now that wasn't the case. But he came here with that in mind. Hunter wondered. The cuffs still needed to go on, if he was going to do something, now was the time. Sure, unarmed he couldn't take them all. But if anyone had a gun? Then he had a chance. That train of thought was broken by Roy's comment. He broke out with a simple laugh. "Holy Shit!" He said with a bit of a smile. "Someone here has a sense of humor." He decided Roy might be someone decent to know. He could laugh, and he was just doing his job. Hunter stopped his smile for a bit. He turned towards Gunny and locked eyes with him as he was cuffed. "You're right. I am an asshole with more faults then I can care to count. I don't know how to act around people, and I have been only honest enough with you all to keep you off my back. So, I'm sorry." It was sincere. Sure, he had his issues with these people, but, he also knew some of it was him being... him.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Water Repair Shop (G)
Skills: N/A

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Manny found the conversation about the other settlements... Strange. Lisa has been here for a while, yet seemed to know so little about it. Maybe it was something rather brief and inconsequential so it was easily overlooked. But he found it interesting how so little was known. He would let her speak what she did know while cleaning. "Mostly curious. That, and the young boy in me still wants to go out and see the world." Sure, apart of it was wanting to see what he could do to help it since the most he could do to help here was clean, but that didn't seem fair to bring up at the moment. "I am also wondering I guess what interactions will be like when the walkers do finally stop being... well... Undead. I mean sure it may take forever, but at some point they must be done for? They still decay. So unless they hit a point that they stop, they should in theory all break down and stop being mobile at some point. At that time, maybe the rules about the walls will be more relaxed. And we can interact with those people more. Could be something interesting someday." Lisa pointed out a spot that needed a little extra attention. Manny knowing she was probably the expert here went and started his focus on that spot.

Manny made what progress he could in the time they had. Last thing he wanted was to leave too much work for Lisa. For the rest of cleaning he would focus on what he could, make progress where he could, and make conversation where he could. He felt like they were making good progress, and that there shouldn't be too much left by the time he left for the funeral.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Administration (Gunny's office)
Skills:N/A

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Hunter tried to make things work. Sure, he wasn't the best. But he was ready to face his punishment, and he was ready to admit he fucked up. Though Hunter might have misspoken about something along the way. "Oh, sorry about that. I meant about being late, not last night. But still, Ill take whatever needs to happen for last night." Hunter didn't think he went too far the night before, but clearly had fucked up. But if he had gotten into any fights or tried to attack anyone he had trouble believing he would wake up in his own bed. Hunter bit his tongue when it came to talk about his interactions with people. Though he had to agree with a lot of it. He was ready to explain the why, but held off. He had no idea if this was another person who would threaten his life if he spoke against him. He might not, but considering Maddoc and the General both were open to shooting him despite a lack of violence spoke, a lot. Sure, he had the outburst at one point. But he wasn't the only one that day. Even if his was... worse. So he kept quiet.

His tone changed when he brought up Izibel's fate. Hunter sat there, completely stunned. Quiet. And in shock. When the radio call was made, Hunter had a few things running in his mind. Apart of him wanted to reach over and take the radio, apart of him wanted to take the radio and beat the man's head in. A part of him wanted to beg. And a part of him wanted to run back to the condo before they could get there. After a few minutes, Hunter shook himself out of his trance. "What the absolute fuck is wrong with you. You could have picked any fucking punishment, and you decide to go for the one with the most emotional value?!" He didn't shout, but his voice was stern. "Why? So you can pacify me? Since your people's threats of having me shot didn't work? Since me trying to own up to my problems and figure out how to work past them isn't enough? I was ready for any punishment... and you decide to go with the most petty fucking bullshit you can think of? I came in Here. Ready to do whatever I had to so I could show I am Fucking Trying to not be a total Fuck up. And you..." He stopped himself. "What the fuck... is wrong with you people. Do you enjoy this? Do you enjoy breaking people down emotionally and mentally until they are your perfect moldable puppets that you can make take whatever abuse you want to give them?" He did everything in his power to keep his voice at room volume. Shouting wouldn't help, but since they went with the one thing he cared for here, he had no intentions of shutting up yet.

He took a breath and stood up. "You People Are Fucking Sick. Are Fucking Assholes, and are just..." He was having trouble keeping a strait face now. His emotions were catching up to him now. "What... the fuck is wrong with you..." His voice went quiet. In a moment, the last thing he cared for was gone. "Fuck you... Fuck you all." He spoke in a quiet, monotone voice. His fight burned out of him before he could go somewhere he regretted. "I..." He stopped. His words probably falling on deaf ears. These people had their way of doing things. And his way only pushed against it. They had the guns, they had the numbers. And they were fine using them however they wanted. He sat back down though. He had nothing left to say, and he was pretty sure anything he would say wouldn't help anyways. Thinking about it, what he did already say would probably make things worse. But hearing that they were taking Izibel away from him, was the last thing he had a care for. The way he saw it, he really didn't have much left to lose.

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