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2 mos ago
Current Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure.
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3 mos ago
Finally got into D&D. Now I feel trapped and I am in love. Should I ask for help or ask where I can get more dice?
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5 mos ago
Breaks ups are weird. Not sure how to feel about the other person, or about yourself. It hurts for sure, but it's weird and uncomfortable just how different things seem now.
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5 mos ago
I get that dude. Could be one of those days, in the smae boat myself. Hope you're doing better soon though!
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5 mos ago
It's an ass kick ass world out there. And all we can do about it is keep kicking ass .

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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: Jail
Skills: N/A

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Manny was glad that Nikki had some joy from his comments. He was nowhere near the physical fighter he was almost fifty years ago but it was nice to get a laugh out of it. "I don't think I could hold my own against Maddoc in a hand to hand situation anymore. Skeet shooting? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curios how that would go down." He smiled. Moments like this brought what youth he still had in him to the surface and it also served as a nice ice breaker. "I do suppose you're right though. I don't work with security or safety. I'm fine with being arguably the best dentist left on the planet." Likely by default, but that was apart of the humor of it.

Nikki took the real news about as well as expected. Manny let her speak and say what she needed to say. The better Manny understood what her thought process was the better he could help her with this. This was worst case scenario and the situation Manny would struggle with the most. She couldn't see the practical reasoning to learn these things in school. "I suppose you are right." He spoke in a completely relaxed tone as if she had a point to be considered. "I suppose there is nothing I can do to change you mind on the matter. I know when I was your age there was nothing my father could say that would make me change how I was doing things." He paused for a moment deciding his next words. "I simply don't know you well enough to motivate you. The best I can do is warn you of some of the struggles you will face if you decide to brush off your work now." He grabbed the papers and looked through them a bit, opening to a page with the incomplete math work. He turned and showed them to Nikki. "Do you know what those in administration and among the officers will think if they see this kind of stuff on your work? A lack of dedication. Commitment. An inability to problem solve. It wont matter if it's true or not. But as a member of security your responsibilities will be greater then a grade. It will be people's lives. These tests we give you serve more then to test your knowledge of topics. It's also a test of character." He sighed setting down the papers. "This information also isn't meant to be useful or practical now. It's simply impossible to teach and prepare people for every possible situation that may arise. It is meant to be a foundation of knowledge to make tasks and problem solving easier throughout your whole life. Not just the short term. Even this, the undead. It's short term. Someday there will be a day where the living outnumber the dead again. I don't know when, but it will happen." It could be years, it could be generations. But Manny did believe humanity would recover from this. The only advantage the dead had was their ability to take punishment and a total lack of arrogance. Humanity held the rest of the cards, and when push came to shove were pretty decent at setting aside their arrogance..

Manny took a moment again. If he fucked this up it could only make things worse. "I'm not saying you can't do it. In fact out of most of the students I think you're one of the few who could probably get through this world without giving a damn about your education. My hopes aren't as high for some of the others. What I am saying is that you will be faced with a whole other set of complications and problems if you don't. You and others your age will already have countless challenges to face that no one in history has had to face before. I am simply asking you to try and utilize every tool we can give you to make these challenges as easy as possible. Or at the very least, give you as many options to deal with them as possible." He took a moment to look through her papers again before looking back at her. "We're here to help. All you have to do is work with us. And if not us? There are others who can help. Some who have gone through school here, others who have gone through school in the old world." Manny stopped at that. He was referring to his world. One that existed only 6 years ago. It visibly took him back for a moment. "But in the end the choice is yours anyways." Manny would help her however he could, but he could do nothing unless she wanted the help.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Administration
Skills:N/A

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Hunter sat a moment, concerned he had fucked up again. After some notes were taken Gunny had decided that he had heard enough. Hunter looked sick for a moment. He had fucked up and now he was about to lose what little he did have left to him. He sat there mouth agape trying to speak, but his ability to speak had been crushed and he froze. Then Gunny stepped around the desk towards Hunter. Was he preparing for Hunter to put up a fight? Then he spoke. HE was staying. He had to get his act together, but he was staying. He'd be back working tomorrow and he would have to be on his best for 60 days. Two months. He'd be outside again, he'd see people again, he'd see Izibell again. Hunter stood up as Gunny offered his hand. Hunter at first did back off from the gesture. Hesitant. He had to remind himself there was no malice at play here. Hunter reached out and accepted the handshake, the motion of which felt awkward for his hand. It was an odd thing how your body would find itself being uncomfortable with things you haven't done in a while. It was a weird train of thought, but he figured the last time he did shake someone's hand was likely while he was in basic training. Six years. "I uh..." He was still fumbling his words. He put his other hand on the handshake and reorganized his thoughts. "Thank you..." He spoke like he was struggling to believe it was really happening. He knew it was, but it was hard to see it happening now in front of him.

Hunter took his hands back slowly. Not out of caution, but because the shock of the situation was still taking up a lot of his thought process. "I'll uhm... I'll do better. Thank you." This step was done, and now he was onto the next. That's how he had to do this. One step at a time until things were okay. His next step? Get through these 60 days. That would involve a lot of mending work to what relations he did have. And trying his best to fix what hostile relationships he had formed. He had no idea how he was going to pull that off though.

He looked at Freedman, then back at Gunny. He was at a loss of words, and he was at a loss of what he was supposed to do now. He didn't start work until the next day and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't on edge about getting himself in trouble. "uhm so... so what now?" The way he figured it, Izibell was likely locked up inside someone's room the poor girl. Anyone he may talk to was likely working at the moment as well. He also had no idea what he could do in the camp while not working either. He had less then two days outside of lockup and had no idea what was going on in the camp proper outside of rumors he had picked up from the medical staff.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Jail
Skills: N/A

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The talk between Nigel and Manny was pleasant as they walked. Though the man did have a good point that too many people at once may only make the situation worse. The man was definitely a more experienced teacher then Manny could ever be and his wisdom of the situation definitely showed it here. He did however join on most of the walk as Manny made his way to the jail and Nigel moved onto the training grounds to join the teams that would leave the walls. It was something Manny did consider, but he was getting old and figured he could use his main skills a lot better within the walls then outside of them. Though if asked, he wouldn't hesitate to leave the walls in assistance of others. "Knowledge itself is power." He thought about it for a moment and smiled. "What a saying." They chatted a bit before Nigel had to leave. Manny agreed if he saw Hunter before Nigel got back he would pass on his request. He found the man fascinating and respected the education behind the man.

Arriving at the Jail Nikki seemed to be rather surprised to see Manny which he expected in a way. He wasn't her direct teacher outside of a couple lessons, she didn't work in medical, and Manny didn't work in Supply or security. Manny deciding to start things off on a little more of an entertaining note grinned at Nikki's comment. "No? What makes you think that?" He walked in with Nikki's tests rolled up in his hand thinking how to proceed from there. "I am a very experienced hand to hand fighter and was for many years. In my old neighborhood even the foolish ones knew not to pick a fight with me. Bats, knives, fists. Could hold my own with any of it back when I was your age. Now, maybe less so." He spoke it with a bit of a joking tone, it was clearly obvious that Manny was no longer that kind of person. Nor was he in that physical shape to hold his own in any of those areas anymore. Nor had he needed to even in the post apocalyptic world. "I can also handle a firearm rather nicely if I do say so myself. I placed 42nd in the 2004 state skeet shooting competition. Learned the year after that the trick is to go in it not expecting much of it. And I'd like to think that skill has aged rather well all things considering." The year after he hadn't placed as high likely do to his over confidence of the year before. But it was because of those two tournaments that he had the sizeable amount of ammunition when the dead started to rise.

He set down the papers on the near by table and sat down. "But you do happen to be right in this case. I am here about your schooling. I saw your Math and English grades and I have to say, I did expect more of you." Manny knew she wasn't the smartest kid in class when it came to strait up book smarts, but he liked to hold all of his students to high standards. Those standards were some of the few luxuries that they were able to keep from the old world and Manny would be damned if he was going to just let them slip by. "So I am here to help bring these grades up before The Professor decides she needs too. And if I was in your shoes I'd rather have me come in rather then have her bring this to your attention and attempt to fix it. Let's start on Math." He opened the math test to point out the many blank questions. "Do you want to tell me what happened here?" He figured it could be a few things. It could be she didn't know the equation or how to apply it. She could have been distracted and the question might not have made sense. Or worst case, she didn't see the point of her studies and figured that her life would be set as a semi skilled worker the rest of her life. The way Manny saw it, the more people that were educated the better. In many cases it was the only thing that could prevent a situation from turning into anarchy. In others, leaders of history tended to respect those who were the most educated.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Third Floor Medical --> Administration
Skills:N/A

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Hearing that Izibell was doing good was probably the best news he could get. No matter what happened, at least she was doing okay. At least she was okay. Lisa's words of encouragement were also nice to hear. He'd be lying though if he said that all the positive support didn't seem off to him. Especially after how things played out at the trail. He figured most people would either loath him or ignore him. Then again, Lisa was at the Trial. No, she was here working on her own set of problems. Some rough ones at that. "...thanks..." Words were never Hunter's strong suits. With his mumbling he couldn't even be sure he was heard, but he was trying even if at questionable success.

Arriving at the Administration building Hunter had shivers. He had put his final nail in the coffin here and he was nervous to be back again to talk with the same man who he had sealed that nail with. There were more wishes of good luck which surprised him again. Gunny was waiting for Hunter and Co at his office door, entering in he sat next to Doctor Freedman in front of the desk as Gunny took his seat behind it. And he offered Hunter a chance to speak before they began. This made Hunter visibly uncomfortable as he struggled to keep calm. "I uhm.... I..." He struggled to speak. "I don't know what to say." He seemed like he was about to be sick. "Like uh... my uh..." He took a moment to breath and catch his breath and thoughts. He was choking and he couldn't process what he was trying to do. "My uh... communication skills are... poor at best. And... Hostile at worst. There are still things that uh... trigger me and like... I'd like to say I am better at facing those issues but I'd be lying if I said I was confident in that. I've been in a nice comfortable isolated environment and I am honestly a bit nervous that spending time out of that environment and things going wrong again and making things worse before I get the chance to make things better where I already fucked up and like..." His speaking sped up the more he talked as if the thoughts were flooding uncontrollably until it hit an abrupt stop.

Hunter's hands started moving around a bit by his head as if they were bits that helped him process his thoughts. "I am not completely sure I can fix all the damage I've done. Or any of it for that matter. I wouldn't even know where to begin with it." He had known about this specific day for a while. had prepared himself mentally for weeks. And each time in his mind it ended the same. He'd be forced to leave with all of the problems he left unsolved. He'd be forced to leave without seeing those he had gotten to know. Without seeing Izibell or Nikki or Nigel or anyone else. "I'd greatly appreciate the chance to try though. Getting the chance to see my actions from an outside perspective though, you'd be more then justified to kick me out here and now. There are things I have lied about. There are things I've misunderstood and have gotten tunnel vision on and went way too far with. There are times when I have gotten extremely hostile with no real justification to it. And I want to fix it. I just... Don't really know the best way too. But I've been told I am getting better at making sure it won't happen again." He tried to think on his words again, unsure of how he was presenting himself. "I don't think I am explaining this well. I want to do better. But I am not really sure how. To start I guess, I'll cooperate any way I can as best as I can." He wasn't sure what to expect but he really did want to improve. The trial had given him a preview of the person he was turning into. And that was something he wasn't willing risk turning into.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Camp Mexico Beach's Beach --> Jail
Skills: N/A
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Things were going well as more of the education staff had made their way in explaining their side of things. "You're not wrong. Many skills can only be learned by experience. And many of those skills may be lost forever now." He wondered what trade skills could be lost forever and would have to be relearned from scratch. What medical practices couldn't be practiced due to either the rarity of the conditions the practices were needed for or because of the lack of donated bodies to the medical field. He highly doubted that a walker corpse even a relatively recent one would do what is needed. Plus it was a high risk of infection as an added risk. He did take note of Nigel's Latin. Though he could tell it was Latin he couldn't make a word of it. "What does that mean if you don't mine me asking? I'm afraid my Latin is a bit lacking at the moment."

Nigel took a moment to thank Manny for some dental work a while back, Manny appreciated the words as most people seemed not to be a fan of having to go to the dentist prior to the end of the world. "It's not a problem, just make sure you keep it your remaining teeth clean. Floss makes a huge difference. If you can't get your hands on floss check supply out for nylon rope bits that are too short to be used and the small strands on those should work. Just make sure they are very clean. It wont do you any good if you give yourself an infection cutting corners that don't have to be." That was the way things were. Though the camp was well equipped, there were just some things that were hard to come across or produce nowadays that needed to be replace with a less then ideal supplement. Biofuel for diesel, nylon string fragments for dental floss, someday probably bows and arrows for guns and bullets when those resources weren't sustainable for regular use.

Both gave their explanations on the situation of their students. Nigel explaining a healthy mix of some who needed attention, the Professor not worried about most of her students with the exception of Nikki. She was failing a few of her subjects rather harshly. "I'll have a talk with her and see if there's something I can do to help." He looked over the papers. Though he was not the main educator for these things he still had gone though several years of advanced schooling and had a pretty good grasp on education. Be it a few years outdated maybe. He also had a pretty good understanding of trouble youth being one himself growing up.

He organized the papers in his hands and got ready to leave. "Anything else going on I should know about before I head over?" Could be Nikki related, or anything going on with other students. The way he saw it he was always on the clock as long as his assistance was needed somewhere. "Nigel, care to join me?" He had grown fond of the time he spent with his fellow teachers. If the man wanted to stay on the beach he wouldn't blame him, but company was always nice. Manny took note of Amelia as he left the beach and gave her a friendly wave. The girl seemed shy but she worked well with the younger kids in a way Manny couldn't even begin to understand. After waving he continued his walk towards the jail. With his cane in one hand as he walked and the papers in the other he began to wonder if it was better to carry some kind of suit case, but decided for now it wasn't worth it. Supply likely didn't keep a huge supply of them and even from there they were likely prioritized for more important documents then a student's failing test scores. Arriving at the Jail Manny gave a pleasant knocking pattern and waited with the paper nicely rolled up and his cane centered in front of his person.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Third Floor Medical
Skills:N/A
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Hunter had a habit of over thinking himself into problems, and being unable to get himself of out these new problems. And when things got worse, he would react in kind and begin making problems worse. And the cycle would repeat until they hit a breaking point. Before the world ended it was easier to catch himself in problem situations before they became that. With the collapse of what structure was in his life and the world around it Hunter had become more impulsive on his worst thoughts. Though he had gotten better in recent months, and having a structure that didn't stress stress him out as often, he still had rough days from time to time. The medication helped a little when he finally accepted to using it. He was still uncomfortable at times, and it showed. Though conditions have been good, there were still days he felt trapped and it showed. He had gotten better, a lot better, but he still had struggles. It would be impossible to hide them. Today was to show that he was better at handling those struggles. Showing he had an idea of how to deal with his struggles, and that he was in control of them and not the other way around.

Doctor Freedman walked in while Hunter was deep in thought, and spoke some simple yet effective words of wisdom. "I..." He froze. He still struggled with stuttering when he got stressed. "...thanks..." Neither of them knew that for sure. Anything could go wrong and he could find himself in a much worse position then he was a few months ago. The optimism was appreciated though. Hunter took the doctor's advice and took a few deep breaths. Over the last few months he had begun to trust the doctor a decent amount, though still hadn't shared everything with him. He had attempted to explain portions of his family relationship, his time with Lucy, and a few other things from primarily the post apocalyptic world. He did take effort to cooperate with the doctor, but he did avoid talking about his rather short military career and the things that immediately followed it. Outside of these areas Hunter had shared whatever he had been asked too, but these topics were harder to touch on compared to the others.

Hunter gave a short wave towards Lisa, Mary, and Roy while Doctor Freedman explained how the day was going to work. Decision day. Hunter wore the best clothes he could both get his hands on, and that he was still semi comfortable in. Hunter did take note of Roy pointing to his cuffs, something he really wasn't looking forward too. He sighed a heavy sigh of relief with a light chuckle at hearing he wouldn't have to be wearing them. He made a quick glance towards Mary and Lisa. Both of whom had helped Hunter from time to time as he stayed in the ward. Lisa had taken most of those roles herself, and was also Hunter's main source of information about Izibell. Hunter was given forms to sign and answer and looked it over. "Thanks." He spoke quietly as he started reading it over. It seemed pretty strait forward. He began wrote down his answers and signatures as follows The treatment was good, place was clean, no abuse. He debating adding a note how the isolation was getting to him at times. That was the roughest part. He had struggled with isolation prior to entering camp on a much worse scale, but even the levels he experienced the last few months were difficult on him. It led to a few weeks in the middle of his sentence where found himself only responding verbally to the bare minimum and it was the period he was probably the least cooperative. Not necessarily because of the lack of people, but seeing only the same 5-6 people when there were hundreds outside, many of whom were just under his feet, and most of the people he saw on a daily basis he only saw because they had to be there. As he began trusting Dr. Freedman more he found better ways to cope with the isolation of the ward. He had gone through worse isolation prior to entering camp, and between that and the trust he was forming he found himself able to work past it.

Hunter filled out the rest of the form leaving out his comments on how the isolation became rather difficult at times. Should the ward see active use again or have any other long term residents it may be something to bring up. He reviewed it one final time and took note his hand writing was still a mess, and chuckled on the proof read thinking about hos his middle school teacher would probably have had a few choice words for letting his hand writing get so bad. "Just because the world ends doesn't mean you can neglect your ELA work Hunter". He'd imagine the words would sound better coming from her. He signed when he was assured it was still readable and handed it back towards Lisa. Then the realization hit him. If today didn't go well, he'd likely not see Izibell again. And infront of him was the only person who could give him any updates on her. "Hey uhm... How's Izibell doing? Does she seem healthy? Uh..." He hesitated a moment. "Happy?" He'd have to leave after that to be evaluated. But he hoped she was doing okay. She had been doing decent so far, but his worry would never stop for Izibell.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Camp Mexico Beach's Beach
Skills: N/A
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Manny stood eyes closed facing the cooling ocean breeze as the busy season ended. Over the winter he had gotten back into dentistry work only to take note that despite their best efforts there were still people who had weakened enamel either from poor dental care or just wear and tear from grinding or the foods they had been eating. Some people had cavities that were manageable, some needed a lot more help, but thankfully not nearly as much teeth pulling as he thought he would have to do. And no cases that were at serious risk of being life threatening. What he hadn't expected was how much he enjoyed teaching. He had never been in a teaching roll before, and he had never worked with kids who weren't already nearing adulthood. It was an experience he didn't think he would enjoy as much as he did, and something he for the longest time wasn't even sure was possible.

Though many of his teachings had been to prepare students who were preparing to be interns at the hospital, he had made it an effort to make sure that most if not all of his students had a solid understanding of basic medical and first aid. In the world they lived in now, there would be countless moments where a trained professional wouldn't be able to immediately tend to a serious injury and the person would need to be stabilized until they could retrieve proper help. Or in the worst case, they may someday be stuck in a situation where there wasn't anyone with proper medical training, and the basic first aid they learned may be the only thing that could someday save the life of someone else. Every now and again something more obscure his knowledge in would come to help in education. He had spent years in higher education and he did pick up some things here or there that he could attempt to remind himself on if the time came, though most of the primary teachings were still left to Professor Edna. He was more there for support and some more specialized tasks and teachings.

Today was one of the first real days he has had to relax in recent times. Though he did enjoy both of his jobs to rather high glee, he did find himself enjoying the nice sun, the cool breeze, and just being able to relax. Manny strode his way over towards the Professor cane in hand. Though it wasn't something that he was dependent on for motion, he found himself standing for long periods of time every day tiring, and it was nice to have something to lean on in the later hours of the day. When teaching it also acted as a nice tool to point at various objects and displays. He still went for the occasional jogs, and really only tended to use the cane when he found himself standing for hours on end. He was also getting older, and he'd be lying if he said that didn't scare him. He would be turning 73 in almost a month to the day. Though he did what he could to fight it there was only so much that could be done to withstand it. Others in the camp were starting to struggle with similar cases. Some have been for longer.

Standing next to the Professor he finally spoke up. "They're doing good. Few students struggling here and there, but even they are pulling off the semester well. I guess that can be expected. Some of the stuff they have learned were things I had to learn in post education." He chuckled a little. "It's almost medieval in a way. Having to learn trade skills at a younger age because that's what's needed. Then we have moments like today. Moment where for a moment everything seems so... Normal." Though the camp did what it could to replicate a normal world, it had limitations due to the choices needed to survive. If one were to look left or right in this moment, the edges of the concrete wall that kept them safe from the outside world could be seen. Meals were still done mostly in the mess hall with the rare exception like today with the picnic. The ridged work schedules were also a reminder in their own ways. Though it was a comfortable life style at times, there were always subtle reminders that this was still a safe zone in a world still trying to recover from a disaster. Today was a special day though. "Any updates on the midterm grades? Anyone that's going to need a little more attention to get them through the year?" Though Manny wasn't the primary educator in the school, he was still very well educated and if any of his students needed help understanding something he would be there to help. And if it was something he didn't know, he would figure out what he could about the subject. Should that not be enough, the camp had enough specialists he should be able to find someone who could give either him or the student some pointers to send them in the right direction.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Third Floor Medical (3rd floor restroom --> Common room)
Skills:N/A
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Hunter leaned over the bathroom sink preparing himself to puke. The toilet would have been better, but the sink was closer, and the literal fist fulls of water from time to time seemed to help. Today was the day. The day where he'd he judged to see if he was a safe person that could be thrown back into society, or if he was deemed too unsafe and too much of a risk to keep around. Though Hunter had shown a lot of improvement the last few months he still had issues. The biggest thing was now he was better aware of them, how they effected those around him, and he had picked up better ways to deal with those problems before they became problems. He had a lot of damage to fix though, and he wasn't even sure where to begin with that. Splashing water on his face he took a moment to think on it and decided the first step would be to show he meant it when he said he wanted to fix his wrongs.

Pulling his head up to look into the mirror he could get a better look at himself. His hair had grown out a bit over the winter, though not nearly as long or messy as it was when he arrived. He wore the nicest outfit he felt comfortable in. A pair of cargo pants with a tucked in white shirt, and a cheap store brand button up. A leftover habit from his life before the world ended. The t-shirt and pants once worn down would make great work clothes, and the button down would only need casual use from time to time, but was cheap and was easy to look decent in as long as whoever you were trying to impress wasn't worried about fancy material or form fitting suits. Though a lot of those aspects were null and void with most of the clothes he had provided for short term usage anyways. He had requested a nicer set of clothes a while ago so he could at least pass as presentable. He was fortunate that he could get his hands on something he found comfortable and presentable.

He locked eyes with himself in the mirror with a strained smile on his face. "I hope you're ready for this mate because I sure as hell am not." He chuckled thinking that joking to his own reflection would definitely not help the "I'm not crazy I swear" thing he was going for. Hunter made his way towards the common room of the wing, part of his hair and shirts still damp. He was fidgeting with his wrist as he awaited what was to come next.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Education Center --> Streets outside education
Skills: N/A

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What a rather hectic trial. Today Manny had learned a lot about the community he was now calling home, he learned a lot about Hunter, he learned what he thought was quite a bit about how legal procedures were handled, and he learned a surprising amount of details about himself and those around him. It seemed that the set of events had even helped those close to him learn about his own life and how it compared to their own. In the end though, the troubled boy known as Hunter was staying despite the protests of many. Looking back on the final count it seemed many more preferred him gone or dead. He wondered what Dr. Freedman would learn about the boy? Was he a real danger or just some kind who had no understanding of the real world or the people in it? Somewhere in the middle maybe? Manny with his limited understanding in that specific medical field had no answer to it other then the most obvious option. PTSD. But even then, Manny's understanding of it didn't go much further then the title of itself. But who didn't suffer some degree of it nowadays? Then again, it might not be as many people as he thought. Or maybe most were better at handling the effects of it? That wasn't for him to figure out though. That would be up to the ward staff to decide.

Manny took a moment to notice Alexander. The trial had taken a toll on the old veteran on a personal level. To Alexander, the boy represented a side of himself that Manny couldn't even get close to understanding. Manny had never served in the military, he had never had to deal with a troubled past the same way Alexander did. Where as Hunter might of, but Manny had no way of knowing for sure. Sure, Manny had his own complications growing up, even in his adult life. But they were in an entirely different playing field. All Manny could guess at was from what little Alexander had cared to show during the trial. "Hey." He spoke in a calming quieter tone. "He's going to be fine. He's going to take the time and effort to recover. And he is going to do good." Manny had no idea if that was true. From the days reports it seemed he could put in a lot of effort when motivated, but spiraled out of control rather fast. And when he did, he did so causing as much damage as a person could cause to himself. But Alexander seemed like he needed some hope in his life at the moment. "Let's go outside, get some air, and get ourselves some space from this for a moment. Then from there, we can go get some dinner. I'm sure it's something great tonight." His tone got progressively more cheerful as he spoke trying to avoid sounding over positive from the start, but leaving enough that Alexander could latch on if he so wanted too. He figured it was likely fish again, but Manny had been enjoying it more and more as the weeks have gone by. Maybe it was because it was a prepared meal, and having prepared meals for the course of several weeks was a great improvement compared to having beans and peas out of a can with a fork/spoon/fork/screw driver or god forbids his hands. And he didn't have to do it with his shotgun on his lap or by his side. Though he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss having it close just in case. Even though the place was safe, it was a nice assurance to have by his side that at least if all else failed he still had some ability to do something.

Manny stepped outside leaving Alexander the choice to follow or take some breathing time on his own if h so chose too. Once outside he took a moment to appreciate the fact that the rain had stopped. Though he didn't mind it too much, it was nice to step outside and not be soaking wet. Though the sun wasn't visible, it felt nice to be able to stand and enjoy the fresh air of the streets without a downpour making him question his enjoyment of the outdoors. Despite his fears of old age creeping up on him, he still had a lot of time left to try and do some good in this world. Maybe he'd get back into his old trades, help teach those in the next generations who were interested in learning about them the trades so that it wouldn't be lost. Dolittle had explained that there was no longer an acting dentist outside of broadly related fields crossing over and some books substituting the gaps. Despite his fears, that in his mind made him feel valued again. It was going to be an interesting few months to say the least.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Education Center --> Streets
Skills:N/A

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So it was done. He was going to be locked into a ward for six months to be determined just how much of a problem he was. The only way he'd be out sooner then that would be if he fucked up, and they kicked him out sending him somewhere he had never been before, and had no idea how things worked out there either. He was about to spend another six months alone. With the exception of the staff who were there to monitor him, and watch him under guard to make sure he didn't fuck it up even more. He wondered if he had made the right choice, but he had no way of really knowing. It wasn't anything he was looking forward towards, but if it worked out maybe something decent would come out of it. He wondered if agreeing to this lock up was in a way admitting he was crazy? He wondered if that's how everyone else saw him? Some crazy person who needs to be locked up, shot, or sent as far away as humanly possible? At this point maybe. But admitting that to himself wasn't something he was ready to do yet. He had no idea what the next few months would entail, or what to expect on the other side of it all.

His security detail came, and took him away. Once outside, that urge had returned to Hunter. The urge to run while he had the chance. The urge to seize was little control of the situation he could despite the odds of him ending up dead for trying. It wasn't strong, but with every few steps he found himself noticing it. It wasn't strong enough to act on it, nor react to it in any physical manner. But it was present, and a feeling that would likely never leave him the longer he felt trapped. As he walked, he would on occasion turn in a circle looking around as if taking in the sights around him. Apart of it was an old habit of attempting to process the visual information around him, that had converted itself to a survival instinct when the world had ended. This time there was more to it though. This time was likely the last time he would see anything like this for a very long time. Best case was on good terms in six months. Any sooner and he was likely being taken out to be dropped off as far away as feasibly possible. He knew he wasn't in the best mindset at the moment. But the idea of going into a locked up ward scared him. He had no idea what to expect either from the place, or himself. And he had no idea what kind of person he'd discover he was, or the kind of person he'd leave the place as.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Education Center
Skills: N/A

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It was clear the day was taking a toll of Alexander. It was on Manny, but hearing his testimony earlier it appeared that this was something personal to the old veteran. Manny wished he could understand it better, but there were probably a lot of deep memories that he couldn't even begin to understand with his fellow baby boomer. But he thought he had some understanding. Hunter was a troubled former soldier who had a long list of fuckups and appeared to have no ability to deal with the consequences of it afterwards. Either the direct effects, or the other people around them. His poor social edicate only made things worse from there. Alexander on the other hand? Other then knowing he had served years ago, and like many vets of the era they had faced backlash from the public, and were misused by their own governments on countless occasions during and after the war. Manny never being a soldier could never truly understand those struggles though. Only what he heard from those around him. Alexander though, saw a bit of himself in Hunter as the boy fumbled around making things worse for himself. But Manny could see the kind of man Alexander was now. If the man could see a bit of himself in Hunter that had to be a half decent sign right?

Manny turned to ask Alexander a question, only to be interrupted by a loud series of noises that could only be described as a Fuster Cluck. The thud and the string of swearing in a split second sentence pulled Manny's attention towards the back of the room, where a followup sound that could only be described defeat in its final form. Who at the center of it though, other then Thalia. The poor woman despite her best efforts found herself the center of attention yet again. After excusing herself and leaving in a justifiable hurry Manny could only mutter. "She seems to be having a rather rough day herself." Manny being the person he was wanted to help her, but he knew there was nothing he could do in this case other then to just pretend like it never happened. This was a case where acknowledging it only made it worse. He turned his head away attempting to put his thoughts back in place to where they were before the fuster cluck. He realized he was going to ask his fellow baby boomer a question but in the chaos of Thalia's exit, he had forgotten it. He hoped it wasn't anything important, but he didn't think it was.

Hunter was brought back onto the stage, and the trial was coming to a close. Guilty. Manny couldn't say he was surprised. The boy had fucked up on every single account. It was just the decision of how he should be treated for his crimes. The General explained the bind he was in, as despite the issues Hunter has presented for himself he hadn't gone into some breaking point yet of causing harm to another person. But it was still a risk of keeping him around. Manny did not envy the man's position but he did respect the man for taking that responsibility. He respected the man for not leaning towards the death penalty on the possibility of what Hunter might be, while acknowledging he was still a risk. The result though? He gave Hunter the choice. He knew the final decision would be a hard one but that was not something he had expected. Stay, but in the ward to be watched and reexamined. Or be banished, but sent so far away with both the Appalachian mountains and the Mississippi river as barriers. The river alone would be a barriar of it's own. With few bridges long enough to span it outside of cities which would be flooded with the undead, the river alone would prove nearly impossible for a single person to cross. And he had little reason to believe Hunter had the social skills to be able to cross with people who would not only have a boat, but have reason to cross. The choice was Hunter's to make though in the end.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Education Center
Skills:N/A

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Hunter listened as Joaquin spoke. "I've... tried." He wasn't sure how else to put it. "It's..." He hesitated. He didn't want to give off the wrong message, or sound like he was brushing off what Joaquin said. "It's hard to know when to act, and when not too." Today's trial showed very well Hunter's ability to over react to problems. Over think himself to the point where he'd cling to a few words, and see that as the only reality. There had been a time when it had been the total opposite end of the spectrum. Where he'd stand back, let things happen until the damage was so catastrophic that there was no recovering from it. His mind kept going back towards Don and his group. How when given the chance to end things, stop the damage before it was made worse. He froze. Pistol drawn, aiming down the sights, the look of surprise on Don's face as he stared down the barrel of his pistol. Then the change of expression to anger as he stomped over taking his gun, and shoved him down. He wondered if faced with that situation now if he would have pulled the trigger before Don had the chance to turn around, let alone walk up to him.

He had no idea now. He didn't know for sure if what he was doing now was overcompensation for his lack of actions years ago or if his ability to face problems only showed itself when it was a none issue, or when he was backed into a corner he couldn't pull himself out of by ignoring the problem any longer. Either way it was a problem. A problem he couldn't avoid, nor face head on like he had with previous problems. The lack of a problem for him, was a problem in many ways. It felt like that meant there was one, but he couldn't see it. Except in this case, it turned out to be himself, dragging down everyone else with him. He thought back to Tatiana. How she wanted him dead. How in her eyes, he was to her, as Don was to him. The main difference being she knew when to keep quiet, and if given the chance, she seemed like she wouldn't hesitate. The time for dwelling was over though. It was time to return to face his final sentence. He hesitated again, stopping behind the door for a moment unable to leave the confines of the restroom and its relative safety from his consequences. He shook himself out of it and worked himself to face this. "...okaay..." He returned without another word. He glanced at Cage, wanted to take the chance to say something. But nothing in the end as he had no idea what to say to the man.

Guilty. Even he could have guessed that. He expected nothing less then that. What mattered was the consequences for his crimes. What also stuck with him was that there was no one to vouch for him. No one that knew him outside of the last few weeks he had been either in lock up or quarantine. It was the same the other direction for Hunter. Despite some people seeming trustworthy, how well did he know any of them? Granted, they weren't the ones who were in suspect for being a threat to the lives of everyone here. Not just the residents, but the newcomers as well. He wasn't a fan of being compared to a toddler, but he kept that to himself. The General seemed conflicted as he spoke. He had no idea what he expected of the man he had never talked to directly outside of this trial. He had heard what other's have had to say about him. The first thing being what Maddoc had told him while in quarantine. This man did not seem to fit that description. Or maybe he had a better poker face then Hunter gave him credit for. Or maybe Maddoc was trying to scare Hunter into submission before releasing him into the crowds? He had no way of knowing in this moment. But the man before him. The General made a point to say he wouldn't be executed. That was reassuring. Then his options were presented to him.

Hunter's face sunk when he heard the options. They saw him as a dangerous crazy person. So the idea was to lock him where they held the crazy people until they either got better. Or they didn't. And they never left. But like before, he was given an out. A much more restrictive out that put him in a situation he wouldn't know how to face. All he knew about the central states where they wanted to drop him off was that they were sparsely populated compared to much of the east coast. He had nothing that direction in terms of family, or places family might have gone towards if things went wrong. At least in the far north, there was at least his great uncle's property his father had talked about from time to time. But west was an empty start for him, and still no Izibell. But the fact that the man had brought her up made him question, was she still on the table? He wasn't a fan of either option. But the worst option was finally off the table. He let out a weak and strained nervous laughter for a few seconds. Then stopping when it appeared his tired state had hit exhaustion and had no more fumes left to run on. "Fuck nuggets..." He muttered to himself. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. If he stayed, best case he'd be That guy that parents would warn their kids to stay away from, and people would go out of their way to avoid. But if he left, it would be a totally fresh start. No past to chase, nothing to hold him back other then his own thoughts. He had learned a lot about himself he needed to fix and work on while in his stay in the camp hopefully meaning he'd have a better idea of what to do next time he came across people. But he'd have to be lucky. Luckier then he had been so far to find people who wouldn't shoot him on sight. His luck was running out though.

He took a deep breath. "I'd like the chance to..." He was scared of fucking up his wording even more then he had already. If the situation wasn't as serious as he was, he imagined it would be a great argument to tell kids to stay in school and not to cheat on your ELA classes. "I'd like the chance to stay. and uh... improve and fix the wrongs I did." Ashton was right. It was a simple jester, but no one had any reason to believe he actually cared about the wrongs he did so far as he was mostly only outspoken about how he was wronged. He hoped he got his message across without it sounding like something he was trying to get by anyone, or as him trying to manipulate the things he had heard today. None of that was his goal. He wanted to do better, but as far as he could tell this was the only way that was happening.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Education Center
Skills: N/A

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Watching the testimonies take place was a show none the less. Watching as the opinions ranged from working probation to strait up execution it reminded Manny just how close things were and just how on edge everyone was. It showed who was willing to take a risk for Hunter, and it showed those who had been in situations a little too close to home and didn't fancy making the same mistakes again. Manny personally had experiences that differed. He had taken the chance with those who were troubled, suffered for it, but it had been the right choice in the end. Even if not all the stories had happy endings to them. Even before the end of the world, it wasn't uncommon for Manny to offer jobs to teens and young adults who were in shoes like his own when he was younger. Give them a job working to help maintain his workplace, and letting them leave with a half credible reference depending on who you asked.

Ashton spoke after Manny. The words he had spoken talked of a buildup of character, and how someone more well known could have had honest words spoken in their defense from people who knew them. But Hunter wasn't that. And in his chance to attempt to patch his own situation, he attempted to justify it rather then show remorse or say he would try and fix things. Even the lack of an apology was noted. Manny wanted to believe remorse and guilt were shown differently for each individual person, but Ashton had a point. And made his thoughts clear. Manny was a little reassured that maybe he wasn't just blindly optimistic when Amelia came up to speak. He had spoken maybe two sentences to the woman but she held a very identical view on Hunter. A bit of an unlikable asshole who radiates problems, but as of yet hadn't done anything to warrant death. And exile in his state, was death. There would always be the concern he'd get worse though, and those problems could easily turn into danger for others.

Thana had even come down to give her thoughts on the matter, and Manny at first was optimistic about her response to the situation. She went the bureaucratic route. In simple terms, he agreed to the rules from the start, and broke his contract. There was more to it then that, but it was the starting foundation for the rest. Yet more points that had some solid logic behind them. Nikki, the girl who had been with Hunter a couple times, and had probably the most success with Hunter outside of Nigel. He did take note how Nigel hadn't come up to speak. He wondered if that was because he wasn't sure if there was anything he could say to help things, or if he had given up in general on Hunter's ability to integrate into society? A little of both maybe? He took note that Thalia hadn't climbed up to the stage either, but that made sense in Manny's eyes. For reason's Ashton listed, she had no connection to Hunter, and had little personal comparison to Hunter. Or if she did, she didn't want to share it. There were a lot of options listed in between though, and many people seemed to fear what Hunter would do outside the walls once he was free to his own tools.

Manny moved down towards his previous seat by Alexander with his hands balled up together learning face first as he contemplated the situation at hand. The option provided by Mr. Freedman had gotten Manny's attention. It made logical sense, but it worried Manny. Wards especially older ones had a rough history of causing extreme isolation related issues. Many had a tendency to cause more harm then good. Though for all intents and purposes this was the modern world. It was ran in a rather classical styled military camp style at times, but it was still using modern techniques whenever possible. He worried the isolation would only exasperate the problems Hunter had. But maybe it wouldn't run like how Manny had always known them to run? But it made sense for the kind of person Hunter was now. Was he worth that much specialized effort? Logically no. But Manny was always hopeful to see a young lost soul recover from a worse lifestyle.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Education Center
Skills:N/A

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It's amazing what an outside perspective could do to a person. A few stuck out to him as people spoke. Ashton hit hard. In the words he attempted to speak to Atticus, Hunter generally felt a lot of guilt and remorse for the crap he pulled. But he rarely knew how to word it, and in fewer cases he knew how to take the steps to fix the problems he created. But the way Ashton explained things felt like a punch to the gut. Hunter always had someone or something else to blame for his problems. Though he could acknowledged he had his own problems, he never addressed them or how they effected others around him. Even now after Ashton had pointed it out, he still couldn't completely wrap his head around the ideas that were now presented. Though it did make more sense then the thoughts Hunter had attempted to piece together himself. Though he still advocated to kick him out. Other's didn't, but they all seemed to have the same thought of he was too dangerous to be left out of sight. The Russian mother advocated for an execution comparing him to someone who had lost it and turned sour in the past. He tried to think who in his life he could hate as much as that woman seemed to hate him and the man she compared him towards?

But that was a short thought. Don. Not because the man had attempted to kill him. No definitely not that. Hunter had sat and had rather pleasant conversation with people who had tried to kill him in the past. No. Don and the people who followed him were a plague worse then the dead. Don hadn't tried to kill Hunter. He had invited him in and made Hunter one of his own, and now that was what that woman saw in Hunter despite his best efforts to destroy every semblance of that past. He had helped kill most of Don's crew, had tried to correct the wrongs he made while with Don, and he had paid for his crimes while tied to a post. Is that what they all saw? A step or two away from someone like that? Combined with rather aggressive reactions from his own overthinking and his lack of apparent remorse? No that was wrong again wasn't it. Even with the outside perspective on the person they saw him as his ability to have remorse on this was weak. He knew at this point he should had it. Maybe because he wasn't thinking specifics? Or due to the massive influx of information he was struggling to process? He couldn't be sure.

There were a lot more surprises for Hunter as things went on. He found himself surprised at just how many people, despite seeing his outbursts both in past and present advocated for him to stay. People wanting him out made sense, and it wasn't unlikely that maybe one or two people might push for him to stay but the amount that were was staggering to Hunter. Even Dolittle, with the clause that Izibell no longer stay in his care. Cage advocated for life in prison. It seemed the worst of the options presented. Even more so then the bullet to the head. Even Ted advocated for Hunter to stay which confused Hunter even more as he was pretty sure the last words he said to the man was "Fuck off". Human beings would forever confuse Hunter. Even Nikki advocated for him to stay. People wanting him dead or kicked out made sense to Hunter. Even those who wanted him held here to keep an eye on him made a little sense to him. But everyone else? He couldn't make sense of it. There was even the option thrown on the table to lock him in a ward for some time to see if he improves. That option was unsettling to Hunter more then anything. It was the option reserved for crazy people who were no longer stable enough to be with other people anymore. Was he really at that point? Maybe.

Time flew faster then Hunter realized. He had zoned out into his own thoughts trying to understand the full scale of his situation. He was snapped back into real space when Cage asked him about the restroom. At first Hunter shook his head, unable to make eye contact. He then hesitated, attempting to process things still and struggling. He then nodded still unable to look at Cage. Words. Use your bloody words. The thought ran through his mind as he attempted to think things through. "Yeah uhm.... yes please." He didn't need to use it int he traditional sense, but he needed a change of scenery to help clear his thoughts. Hunter entered the restroom without struggle like before resting his back against the wall and taking a few deep breaths to calm his nerves.

Cage stood the door like before with Joaquin watching him from inside to make sure he didn't fuck off or do something stupid. "So... thanks for not... well... shooting me. When I did all that on stage back there. Thanks." He wasn't sure how else to word it to the man. Joaquin had shown restraint in a situation where if the rolls were reversed Hunter likely would have had his gun drawn and sighted ready to fire. He still instinctively reached for where the handle of his shotgun used to be when he got startled. "That... that comment earlier wasn't meant to be..." He hesitated. He still wasn't totally sure how to clarify his thoughts to a man who he had antagonized. "I wasn't trying to imply that you or the people here were murdering psychopaths. It was..." More hesitation. He didn't know how to word his backwards thinking to a man who he barely knew who he was already on poor terms with. "Getting shot hurts. A lot. The comment was more of... well supposed to be... I just didn't want it to hurt if that made sense? Looking back I can see where that fucked up. I can see how that comment sounds now. Sorry dude." If he stayed, he'd imagine he'd have to have a lot of conversations like these. If he was smart, he would have gotten a head start while in lockup. God knows there was more then enough people there he had fucked things over with while there. Cage was on that list too, but he didn't even know where to begin with the man. He'd return without fight once he had a moment to calm down again and catch his breath.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Education Center
Skills:N/A

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As the day continued on it was easy to see just how badly Hunter had fucked up the last few weeks. With an outside perspective he had been able to get another perspective on how he was seeing things and how his actions appeared to everyone around him. It was jarring and pointed out the obvious fact that everyone around him had already figured out. He had no idea when to shut up. Even looking back to when the world first started falling apart, he struggled with that. But in those cases, it was the opposite end of the spectrum. He was quiet when he should have spoken up until the problems got so bad, that there was nothing left to do but the most extreme actions. Now he couldn't keep quiet for the life of him until only the most extreme options were left. Lashing out at everything assuming the worst was to come from it. It was an over compensation of extreme proportions. Looking back he tried to think of what times in his life speaking out would have done anything more then speed up the final result? There wasn't many. The biggest he took note of would be his time with Don and his gang. HE let them get away with far too much before he took action to stop them. And even then, most of that action wasn't even prompted by himself but a woman named June had to make it impossible for him to be ignorant to the damage they were doing. Not only to him, but to every group of survivors they met, and to those who were still close to him. That was years ago now, and since then he hadn't been in a situation even remotely close to that.

Since then it was easy to tell how to react to things. If someone shot at you, you shot at them back. If someone needed help you offered what you could, and you avoid everyone and everything that you aren't confident you can take in a fight if things go wrong. Until you push a stretch of not being able to see another sign of human life that you can't be sure how long it is. So seeing that helicopter weeks back threw a rather massive wrench into Hunter's go to plans for most situations as he didn't initiate any of it, it was a fight he could clearly not win in any regard, and he was surrounded rather quickly. His thoughts hit a speed bump as he attempted to apply his rough logic path to those operating the helicopter that day. At first all they could spot was some lone dude in the road with a dog, and likely had a similar train of logic. It left him wondering how many of his encounters people had the same thoughts he had, but were better about keeping those thoughts to themselves? Or if they were just better at reacting to those thoughts. Considering he was on trial he guessed the latter. No matter how things went, he would have to figure out how to curb his reactions to everything. Easier said then done, but he likely wouldn't get as lucky as he did here again. It was easy to tell how things were going from here though. As he watched those who were about to give a statement, he took note of a few. Several would have nothing good to say, and the ones who might have been so fucked over by himself that it could easily go either way. Likely leaning negatively. This is likely the last time he'll get to hear anything any of the people here have to say.

The first man to speak was one of the old med from quarantine. Alexander, another former soldier who was struggling with his own battles with good days, and days that could be better. Hunter listened to the man's words with a heavy heart. In many ways the man sounded like his father in their last few arguments. Though this wasn't an argument to confront Hunter on his most recent fuck up. Not in the same ways at least. He felt guilty, this near total stranger who he had caused distress in the past putting up a better case then he himself put up for why he should stay. When Alexander wished him luck, he froze. He wanted to reply back a thankyou, but couldn't bring up the courage to speak again. Everytime he had spoken it seemed to make things worse. Except Nikki. Even then, it was a huge risk that he could have found himself with a couple more holes in him then he did this morning if his guard wasn't as disciplined as he was. He simply held his gaze for now, and mouthed it simply. Thank you. If he got the chance to stay, he'd have to know the man. He took note that Nigel did not come up to the stand. Hunter couldn't blame him, not after how today went.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Education Center
Skills: N/A

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The time had come for the survivors and the members of the camp to testify and give their final thoughts on Hunter Monroe. Manny wasn't sure what he could add to help in this case. And even then, who would he aim to help? It was clear Hunter was on a very delicate balance on a near constant basis. Kicking him out was as good as killing him with what little was left out in the world. Letting him stay was its own risk though. Though he hadn't gone violent yet, how far away was he from going to that point? He had a pretty good idea what he was going to say though. Manny went up to the stage with Alexander and others as the testimonies came into play. Then when Alexander spoke about Hunter Manny's whole perspective shifted a bit. Those concerns where in place, but seeing how Alexander viewed Hunter definitely had an influence on Manny. How he saw a bit of himself in Hunter.

When it was time for Manny to give his thoughts, he hesitated. Now he wasn't so sure on his thoughts anymore. The optimist in him though had a few words, as well as his own experience at a younger age. "Hunter Monroe is impulsive, confrontational, irrational, and a bit of an ass. From what I can tell, he is also a bit remorseful of at least some of the things he has done today. But I won't claim to be the best person in trying to understand the boy." He wasn't sure such an expert existed as it seemed that Hunter didn't fully understand himself either. "What I do know is he wont get better out there. And I highly doubt that there are many who would take him in as is. I also know that if he were to stay, it would be a lot of work on whoever ends up working with him. And there will also be work he will have to commit himself towards if he is to stand any chance with any community, not just this one. Or anyone for that matter." He took a breath, thinking about his next words carefully. "To put it bluntly, he fucked up. Badly. And will likely be dealing with the consequences of those actions for the rest of his life." However short it may end up being. "If he stays, it will be a lot of hard work on his part to show he is willing to improve himself, and a lot of hard work to make up for the damage he has already done. I think he shows potential for improvement. And if he does try to do something to harm anyone, Ms Decker has proven he isn't too hard to drop. And he has made it more then clear he can't cause any trouble without drawing every ounce of possible attention he could to it." Even before the trial any time he had fucked up, there were more then enough people to see it coming and saw it turn out exactly as expected. If the boy was trying to cause any real harm Manny figured post trial, everyone would be watching him like a hawk to make sure he never stepped out of line again. "Keep him busy, keep him productive, and keep an eye on him. If he puts some effort into it, I'm sure he'd show improvement over time." That was the hope at least. The optimistic side of him was suppressed by his fear of what the boy could become if given the time or the chance. Alexander helped remind him that everyone had their troubled times. Some were just better at recovering from them then others were.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Education Center
Skills:N/A

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Well Fuck. Hunter watched as The Professor grinned a grin that only meant on thing. Bad news. If this woman's reaction was anything to take away from this, the whole trial served the purpose of attempting to break him down and make him snap in front of the whole camp. It would explain the moments that felt like they served no purpose other then to humiliate him, and it made sense. No matter where the verdict went, they would appear as the good guys. They'd either banish the unstable person for a win, or they'd look like the good guys for showing mercy to someone who clearly seemed unstable. She made a comment that seemed to be trying to justify the words said about his mother. Though they were vague at the time, they implied too much about her. Everything the professor pointed out had done a near total redirect on what Hunter had been thinking to this point. He still had the realization that he had fucked up on countless situations, but the final stretch of the trial refueled that suspicion that maybe this was another group with ill-intentions.

He had a chance to try and give his final thoughts on things before witnesses would be called up and the verdict was made. He had no idea what he was going to say, despite his efforts it seemed a choice was already made. His inability to explain his own thoughts had also come back to bite him in the ass, and he found himself on damage control with no idea how to do that. He stood awkwardly for a long time clearly wanting to say something but stumped for words and little clue what to say. Eventually he decided, fuck it, and would just attempt to clarify what he could. "I'm not lying to you. I have no fucking clue how to explain my logic of things the last few weeks. I'm no lawyer, nor English major, nor a phscy- pschy- ... Fucking mental doctor." Great start. He knew the word, but over thinking it he was starting to mix it up with other words that sounded similar. "I was never the smartest kid in school either. I loathed school for the most part finding it a total waste of effort and time and boring as hell. That's come to bite me in the ass too now it seems." He took a deep breath, and calmed down. He was stressed and felt desperate. "You want the truth? The whole truth? Even after this, I'd still have trouble trusting anyone in this room. It has 100% crossed my mind to prepare for hostile action. Especially that first week in quarantine. The place operates like a prison with armed guards, who's sole purpose is only to keep people in and nothing else. I had made a several mental notes on what I would do if I had to force my own way out, but nothing warranted things to go that far so I had no reason to act on it. Even with the writing on the wall of where things are going now, I still don't have reason enough to act on it. Though you can only get fucked by those above you so many times before getting into that mindset. SO for final clarification, yes. It had crossed my mind. But no, I have no intentions on acting on it. Ever. Even if this goes to shit in this room today I have no intentions on acting on it. I'll be pissed yeah, I'll be upset yeah, I will hate the guts of every person who took Izibell away from me. But I wouldn't take a rifle and start firing pot shots at the walls, or lobbing explosives over it, or lead a fucking horde to the walls. I'm a fuck up, a huge and total fuck up with a long list of problems I have to sort out. But I am not some monster who would take glee from trying to harm some dude's home." He wasn't sure what he planned on saying, but it wasn't that. The rant had lasted a hell of a lot longer then he planned on it.

He took another breath, though it was a long winded rant it wasn't an outburst in the traditional sense. But it was clear he was speaking as he himself processed the information. He figured he had to wrap things up. There was a good chance his long winded rant would be one of the last things he'd ever say here. "I think your late policies need work too. Two of those charges are related to that and trying to manage a lunch break and walking a dog who doesn't want to go back inside is difficult to manage in an hour." Something to say that served no personal or emotional attachment. A little breather to help calm down and keep his thoughts in check. But he knew there was more to it then just being late, part of it was everything else that was tacked on with it. But the bureaucracy of it could easily grind things to a halt or create more problems in his eyes. Not that he knew anything about management. "And no, my fuck ups are not an excuse for someone to talk poorly about my family. Especially my mom. She did the best she could with what she had. With me as her oldest. So considering only one was a total fuck up and it was by his own means I'd say she did pretty decent." Tacked with the list of regrets he had, was not mending things with his family before things went to hell. Before his unit imploded on itself, before the dead rose, before they left. "I am also aware of the contradictions. But a good portion of what you are asking about happened more then five years apart. I have had a lot of time to think on all of those choices I made now. And I do mean, a lot of time. During basic I'd like to think I was pretty decent at being a soldier despite my reservation of authority figures. To be fair they were mild compared to what they are now. You get a few incompetent and selfish officers getting your whole unit killed to save themselves and it leaves a bitterness that never really washes away. They didn't seem too bad at first either." He shrugged. "I guess that sums up a lot of my thoughts on this place. The worst people I have ever met didn't seem too bad at first. Especially with the world the way it is. Will always be waiting for that hammer to drop down and drop down hard. Think there's a term for the irony here though..." He paused trying to figure it out. "Self fulfilling Prophecy. I know it's not a good answer but it's the one I got for ya." His hope was to clarify the contradictions and explain his path of logic even when it was poor logic.

Hunter returned to his seat and returned to fidgeting. Things were set in motion to decide for all intents and purposes what could be the rest of his life.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Education Center
Skills: N/A

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To say Manny was in surprise of the situation was an understatement. Hunter had made it clear he was not 100% there, and from Manny's guess the boy possessed some sort of mask to hide a portion of himself behind when under stress. He wondered which was the mask though. The socially awkward boy who seemed easily overwhelmed, or the boy who lashed out at anything that seemed like an immediate threat whether it was or not. The optimist in him hoped it was the latter and that his outbursts were some flawed attempt to protect himself. But Manny had seen what people who had gone too far were capable of. Eden. That place would forever influence his choices and opinions on people. And he wondered if Hunter was one of those people that might have been indoctrinated instead of tutored. Both maybe? He had no idea when it came to Eden. Seemed like a great way to hook people though. Torture them, break them, make them do horrible things so that they can't be with any other people except the ones who have done the same thing. That group was gone now though. The real question is now, can Private Hunter Monroe integrate into any form of modern society?

Hunter had revealed a lot about himself though which did help clarify some of what was going on in the boy's head. Some. Manny at this point figured Hunter had at one point in his life, the best of intentions. But there was clearly something he was leaving out. Something that went wrong. Something that happened while his unit was out during when things fell apart? He tried to think of the guard unit that was tasked with protecting his safe zone. How they were so spread thin internal security wasn't even an option. So spread thin that when the infected had turned inside the safe zone the soldiers were nowhere to be found. He imagined that could have been it. Or was it something that happened afterwards?

"you can only get fucked by those above you so many times before getting into that mindset"

That stuck with Manny, and it left Manny thinking was it a specific person Hunter was thinking of? Or was it society as a whole? Hunter seemed to have his own list of grievances. Though his way to approach them seemed to be head on until it either wasn't a problem or it got worse and out of his control. Another thing that got Manny's attention was the fact that he did appear all bark no bite. Unless there was some missing information, Hunter seemed to outburst when things didn't go his way. But he hadn't been physically violent yet. The question was how far he was from that point? Was it close or was it that his voice was the extent of his ability to strike back? Then he remembered, Hunter had been out there on his own for years. Maybe there were others along the way, but you don't get far on your own for any amount of time without some fight in you. He thought back to one of Nikki's earlier testimonies as well. Where he called himself a violent psychopath. Though he wanted to be optimistic, the fact that in his drunken state he viewed himself like that was concerning.
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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Education Center
Skills: N/A

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Watching things unfold was a mess. Hunter seemed almost like many of the events he was watching himself for the first time instead of being the one who was in the center of it all. Manny had no idea what he thought of the boy at this point. He knew for sure Hunter was troubled, and that he was unstable and easy to set off. Manny got the idea that Hunter didn't fully understand to what degree either. He seemed to show remorse for it though once it was clarified. That seemed to be the repeating pattern. He'd react to something, Many times inappropriately, there would be consequences or effects, then realization and regret. The issues seemed to be it kept happening. Some things he realized faster then others. Some may never be understood by the young soldier.

At the very least of things, Alexander seemed to be doing better. The trial seemed to be stressing out his fellow baby boomer as it continued though. He had no idea the things Alexander had gone through before the apocalypse, and he only hoped that Hunter's actions and the trial with it weren't too taxing on him. Manny was determined to make this fishing trip happen. A nice time out on the open ocean or some river or canal having a nice relaxing day. That would be a nice day off to end all of this madness off with. Manny continued watching the trial, hoping things would become more clear towards the end of it.

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Hunter Monroe
Location: Education Center
Skills:N/A

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Hunter watched intently as things continued. At least tried too. The fidgeting was still pretty bad, though not as bad as before. More things were said that were gut dropping and as things continued his gaze broke off slowly. When he was asked to explain himself he struggled with what words to use again. He hesitated, and followed up an earlier comment instead of answering. "It uh... wasn't about a threat. That last one. It was more like..." He had no way to explain the thoughts in his head in that moment. He made eye contact with no one, and he mumbled a bit as he spoke. "I... well..." He thought about the question, and figured it related a decent amount. He spoke in an attempt to explain his own thought process in a way that may make sense. "I don't want to die. I don't... think so at least." It was hard to explain. What kept him going the last few years was his search for his family. When that had hit it's last dead end, Izibell had kept him going day by day since. He has had countless nights where he would debate if it was worth it to keep going on day by day. There were a couple days where he'd stay in the spot he slept in for a day or two barely moving, only deciding to move again once something had taken him out of his trance.

He had to think now though. He wasn't sure that was a viable answer to the question. "I'm not intentionally trying to push anyone. To see what I can get away with. It's just... something that happens. Easily. And a lot." Piece by piece. He didn't have a total answer, he wasn't sure how to answer it but he attempted to answer what he could. Even if it had to be done piece by piece. It was hard but he wasn't sure how else to approach it. "I don't think I have the answer to that either. I think it's more of this place holds all the cards, and those in quarantine with me didn't. Even now, they don't. I think it's a case of..." He struggled with words again. He was never good with presentations in school, talking to people was barely he could do and even then struggled, and he was no lawyer who knew how to choose his words to get his point across. "I think it's just a case of you could. Even if it wasn't your intentions." He wasn't sure how to word it. And though it didn't paint the most accurate picture of what he wanted to say, he hoped it at least explained things in a way that didn't make things worse.

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