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STATUS: 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. 3 yrs ago
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3 yrs 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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4 yrs 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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4 yrs 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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4 yrs 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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4 yrs 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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In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A



Quarantine seemed to be doing well so far. As far as Manny could tell they would all share at this this room together. Seemed pretty nice. Passing inspection himself he was able to rejoin the main group and felt revealed that he didn't have anything. Though watching as more and more people joined those who didn't get the green band, it was a bit saddening. He wondered what it would be like for them as they got an unknown treatment to deal with whatever they had. Watching what seemed like many people leave Manny realized, he knew none of them. Not one. It was two girls who were apart of the other group, a couple of men younger then Alexander and himself, and the boy soldier. Manny wondered how old he was when this all started. And if he was actually military. Those events were almost 6 years ago, and he still... seemed too young for it in some ways.

But they all didn't seem too down by the situation at hand. That was a nice sight. Alexander brought up the idea that being a dentist people didn't strip down as much as they did for these checkups. "Nah, we undressed all the time. We had a shared shower room and everything. Some people preferred their teeth worked on naked as well. Granted most were old and losing their minds, but still." His response was all absolute crap. He just wanted to see what kind of reaction his friend would have. "Which reminds me, if you ever want a checkup, let me know bud." He said with a stereotypical smiling doctor fashion.

Manny deciding he needed something to help pass the time went to the bookshelf he saw on the way in. Though he saw a few books, none that were normally in his preferred fields. Though a historical book called "The Bridge on the Drina" by Ivo Andrić seemed pretty nice from what he could tell. He would carry the book with him for a little bit and he would take time to read it when things calmed down. Between the foot traffic, the promise of food, and a kids show from who knows when playing, it was a bit much for a reading environment. When the people who weren't wearing green bands left Manny found a nice chair and decided to start reading.

Private Hunter James Monroe

Location: Quarantine --> Lice and Tick removal
Skills: N/A



Hunter was getting the vibe he wasn't liked. Despite the questions he asked he only got a simple name from the redhead. Amelia. He was pretty sure he asked more then that, but whatever. Making friends was hard, and with how things were going, it seemed many people had already made up their minds on him. Allies here, might not be possible. Chances are if he made allies, they would be with people he hasn't met yet. Though one man who came into the infected parasites group was nice enough to introduce himself. Hunter. Nice to meet you Hadrian. Or... Nigel. Now he was confused on what name to use.

Before long another girl came into the mix. She seemed to know Amelia pretty well, and then proceed to sit by her. Now she seemed relaxed by this new girl. His best guess was close friends who had a lot of trust in each other. Now it was making sense to him, she already had someone she trusted in the room, so to her he didn't fit that gap. He'd need a new friend. But he wouldn't exclude her entirely from his thought process. But as things got moving again, some old dude came over with the TV set and put in a tape like that in his old school. Then came to life, a piece of his childhood that he thought had died many years ago. "Holy Shit I love this show!" He took his chair and got as close to the screen as he could. Despite the many ways he was forced to grow up fast, he was still very much a teenager at heart. And struggled a lot to grow up. And it showed.

After several minutes of ignoring everyone he saw the TV show get paused in favor of Everyone in non green wrist bands needed to leave. "....but I was watching that..." he would trail behind a little, but he would follow along without another word. He didn't need more people on his case then already were. In the treatment room as he guessed, it was a weird room that he had... no idea what it was for prior to the world ending. A fancy closet maybe? But it had a barber chair so that was cool. But it probably meant that a lot of these people with him had lice. Shaving was the easiest and safest way to get rid of lice. He could imagine how some people might not like that, though he personally didn't care if he had to. He would avoid it as a sense of self preservation, but overall if he had to, the army already did before so what if it does it again? So what. But he just had a tick. Fucking freeloader.
In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A



There were books, there were nice chairs, there was also a promise of food coming soon! Manny was overall pleased with things. He honestly wondered how much of things here would be like his old life? Would he be able to take his shotgun and go back to hobby shooting again? Though that might have been a bit of a stretch he wasn't going to count it out. After all these people did have hot water and military hardware. Plus, Manny is pretty sure that the 20 gauge shell isn't military issues, meaning it could probably be spared. Granted, not as common as a 12 gauge, but still common enough. Though... chances are not produced anymore... He'd have to get that sorted out.

Once the announcement of food was made, the announcement for short inspections was done. Procedure seemed simple enough. Give a once over, draw some blood, do further checks on those who needed it. He saw the woman with the Russian accent go first. He gave her props for doing so. She went in and out, and several others followed. Some more pleased then others. Though one girl left and sat alone afterwards. Manny was tempted to go over and talk to her, but had noticed the orange band on her compared to the green that the rest had gotten so far. Manny wondered how bad it was, or if it just meant that she had an injury that would need proper treatment but wasn't life threatening? Once she was out, Manny figured it couldn't get much worse then being marked for special attention, so he volunteered next. "Okay Doc, lets get this over with. I don't handle the stress of waiting as well as I used to." Manny made his way up to the good doctor, and prepared for his examination.

Manny was slow at first to the examination, but gave in once things got going. He got the idea fast that if he just let this happen, it would be done a lot faster. Though he never fully stripped all at once, he did let his robes hang loose for easy examination. Drawing his blood wasn't a problem though. Being in the medical field he was already used to this sort of thing, and was able to handle it easy enough. Once it was done, Doc gave him a nice green band with his name on it meaning he was cleared and good to go. "Thank you Doc, thank you Miss Mary. That was much better then I remember it being." Manny said with a humble smile on his face. Redressing he left to join with the others. "Simple cost for some food and a roof over my head. Though I just hope I don't have to do that for every meal." At that moment he wasn't talking to anyone in particular, just trying to set a calming mood.

Private Hunter James Monroe

Location: Quarantine
Skills: N/A



It was definitely not the worst place he had been stuck at so far. Sure he was unarmed, sure he was wearing nothing but robes, sure his dog was locked away somewhere he couldn't find her, sure there were armed guards watching his every move, sure his most plausible weapon was a pool stick. But this totally wasn't a bad situation that could get worse at the blink of an eye. He figured if he had his shotgun still he could fire off the all the shells using it's slam fire function. Accurate, no, deadly, yes. But then what? Fight his way out from here? He saw the gate, impossible with what he knew so far. Plus, what if these people were better then the rest of the ones he has met? He's sure he'd feel bad about shooting them until something else got his thoughts. He realized pretty fast though, he was already developing another plan to kill everyone in the room. Thinking about it, he decided he needed to calm down. He didn't like being That person. But how else would he stay alive? Beg and plea? Become dependent? He didn't like those ideas. He would suppress his thoughts for now, but he definitely wasn't a fan of how things were now.

Hunter while cycling through his out of order thought process registered only after several people had gotten checked up that people were getting checked up. And other then one poor girl who got separated from the rest of them, things seemed good. He felt bad for her being singled out. He wondered what she had that made her stick out? Maybe she had a severe illness. Hunter tried to think of a few but as far as he could tell, he didn't know much that could apply nowadays without getting shot. He noticed a couple of the old guys have gone through inspection and where checked out good. So how hard could it be? If those old bastards could get through without a problem and be cheerful what could go wrong?

Hunter made his way to the man called Doc. "Let's just make this fast and easy alright? Not a fan of being so..." He couldn't think of the word. He wanted to say vulnerable, but couldn't get the word out. "Just... please lets get this over with..." He said trying to as least hostile as possible. Which apparently had been a very weak point for him that day, as 90% of what he said so far today has almost gotten him shot. He took off the robes with ease, not caring if he was naked or not, and let the examination take place. His blood was drawn, and he was given an update.

"Okay son, you have a tick. No biggie, don't pull it. We'll take care of it after we finish everyone else," Doc tells Hunter in a quiet voice before pointing over to the chairs off to the side where Amelia is sitting alone.

Hunter stood there quiet, not really sure how to react. A tick? He didn't see it as too big of a deal but he was definitely upset about that. "There's a fucking freeloader attached to my ear? Fucking give me a knife and I will deal with it myself." He wouldn't, but the idea sounded cool in his head. But he would comply. Getting his Orange band attached he walked his way over to the girl who also had an orange band. The entire way he had to resist the urge to pick at the annoying creature attached to his head. Hunter sat looking at the girl who also got separated from the rest. "So... What do you got?" He asked not really sure what to expect. "Surely it can't be too bad? We're still in the same room as the rest, meaning it's probably not deadly?" After he spoke he realized if she was stressed, his words may not help. "...I'm Hunter, The one who almost got shot for thinking out loud too much. You got a name? Or do you have a number for a name? Either is fine I mean... I don't care." Hunter decided now was probably a good time to shut up as his social skills were rusty beyond all reasoning. Which he probably should have gotten after he was threatened with being shot several times today by people with far more weapons then he.

In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Motel Showers --> Quarantine
Skills: N/A



Manny was a little surprised to see the number of military in the rest room with them. Just three in this room alone, four if you included the priest. Manny wondered again if this would mean everyone would serve some form of active roll as military here in a combat roll, or some other form to directly support the military. Soon enough everyone started making their way off from the showers. Dressed in his new clothes into a room labeled Conference Room. This confused Manny, but then again what was really used as its original purpose? For all he knew this was where they kept a bakery with all sorts of baked goods. Though he was getting a little old for regular sweets and currently lacked the means for proper dental care he still had to do the best he could to keep his teeth in good shape. IF they had toothpaste and brushes here he would be up for the goods.

Manny was right that the room wasn't a conference room anymore, but was repurposed to serve new needs. Sadly even though it would be limited for Manny, it wasn't a bakery. It seemed to be their quarantine, or at least the recreation area for it. Inside it seemed like what his ideal living room would be, old arcade games, an old 80 inch TV with a VHS player, recliner chairs, a Pool table, it was a dream come true. "God I hope so. I could go for some actually decent music.Because if this what retirement is supposed to be like? Damn, I would have actually planned for retirement to be sooner in my life." Manny took special notice at the makeshift medical area. Seems that they were going to get blood drawn and they were going to take... a paper test? "I didn't think I'd see these again." He also got the pleasure of meeting Michael, or doc as the locals called him, and Miss Mary, or BS to those she wouldn't likely kill for calling her that. Manny was pleased to see another doctor present, especially with the means to draw and examine blood. It meant these people were set up for some pretty decent things. Manny might even be able to get back into practice as a dentist again!

Manny took his questions and sat near Alexander. He had little reason to believe these people were hostile, but it was still nice to be near someone he trusted. Giving the questionnaire a fast glance, he thought the questions were interesting. They were simple, but what good did it really do? It seemed way to easy to lie about the questions asked. Manny didn't have a reason to lie, but still. He wondered what else would follow?




Private Hunter James Monroe

Location: Motel Showers --> Quarantine
Skills: N/A



Hunter was surprised to see the amount of military in the showers, but it made sense in a way. If anyone would survive this mess it would the the armed forces. Eventually when everyone was cleaned off and changed into clean clothes they followed the priest into the next room labeled as a conference room. Hunter guess they would get debriefed here for what was going to happen next. Probably get locked in a closet for a week and then inspected to make sure they were still alive. He was... surprised to say the least to see what came across as a recreation room full of girls and doctors. It took him longer then it should have, but he put it together that these were the same girls from before, but cleaned up like the boys were. The doctors were probably here to do... doctory stuff. Which turned out to be correct as they mentioned drawing and testing blood.

Hunter didn't care about that to be honest. What he did care about was that these new people... seemed so relaxed... it scared Hunter. Were they all so confident that nothing was going to happen? That nothing was going to go wrong? There had to be a catch, he noticed the pool table. That meant that there is likely pool sticks. But what would pool sticks do against M4 rifles? Not a lot. But maybe stun one guard. He eased off a bit realizing, these people had the chance to shoot him a few times, but didn't. He would ease off for now, but he needed an escape plan in case something went wrong. When he snapped back to his sense he heard that the doctor here was also former military. How many former military were there?!

Eventually he was given the questionnaire to fill out. He found this... interesting. He also didn't like the idea of sharing his personal information. What if it was taken advantaged of? What if... he was put under trial for the things he has done? No, he couldn't risk it. He couldn't risk being confined like that. He would be careful about what information he shared with these people.


In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Bus --> Motel Showers
Skills: N/A



Manny seeing Alexander talk the way he did about his faith made Manny feel better. It reminded him that just because there are some loud voices in the crowd, it doesn't mean that everyone in that crowd is with them. Alexander was proof of that, and it helped Manny relax a bit inside. Pulling up to what looked like a motel the bus stopped. Or at least it was a motel, no idea what it was used for now, it honestly could be a strip club for all he knew? Buildings rarely held their same purpose once the world ended. He remembered how his last medical office was a large garage, but it worked nice for what he needed. Chances are it was where they would be in quarantine. One person per motel room, it could work. Though they may just get cubicles in an office space that was behind the building and this parking area was the only that was used as a parking area. "God there is so much to learn about this place." Manny would join everyone exiting the bus and heading inside. Taking good note of the armed guards that were with them. Though many of them were from the Helicopter people from before. Manny told himself this was a good thing, they seemed calm and collective.

The lobby to the motel was nice. This room alone was better then anything he had been in since he was at Eden, and he imagined they weren't sleeping in the lobby tonight. Atticus explained things pretty clearly, girls with Daytona, and Guys with Atticus. They walked into a locker room that was fairly open, it reminded Manny a lot of his highschool years when privacy was a big "Fuck you" in school. Though that may have been just his school, they cut corners in budget everywhere. "And now a bunch of grown men get naked and shower in the same room together..."

At first Manny was hesitant to take off his clothes, he didn't know any of these people and he felt very... in basics exposed. He didn't like that at all. But seeing as how everyone else was doing okay so far with it, he figured why not? It was only a big deal if someone made a big deal out of it, and everyone seemed... at the very least okay with one another. Manny noticed another older man making comments after working with a bar of soup. Explaining how he knew what would happen if he reached for the soup where it was. Manny chuckled and replied to the man. He was trying to remember his name from the bus but sadly in his amazement of this community he has forgotten. "Don't worry there, you're not my type old man. And I am in severe short supply of booze. Sadly for you if I did have some, I am claiming first dibs." Manny said joking. Though if he did have something to drink, hard to say he would share. Maybe with Alexander, but that might be it. "Good luck shaving though." There was a man who asked about who had been in the military. Manny wasn't at any point though he did know a decent number growing up who were. He saw Alexander mention that he was, and Manny felt a bit proud of the man for speaking up. He knew those times were harder for his friend.

Private Hunter James Monroe

Location: Bus --> Motel Showers
Skills: N/A



Hunter was in awe from the town, though getting the reply about how everyone was at least a little crazy to have made it this far was.... actually relaxing. "Thanks..." He said trying to sound polite. Or at least not like an asshole. He kept to himself for the most part, with the exception of hearing someone else say the name Monroe. At that moment he looked up the bus and stood up. Had he really missed one of his family members? Were they close ones? Distant? He felt... more hope then he had since starting his search more then five years ago. Then she heard the woman who spoke their common last name say the words that broke his spirit. No Relation. Watching her motion towards him as he stood there, his hopes and dreams crushed right before him. He was speechless, not sure what to do... so he sat down again, his body seemingly unable to move. He felt stupid for letting his hopes get up so prematurely. He hated himself for thinking he had any chance. He felt weak when he struggled to hide his pain.

He was late to react when everyone else got off the bus, though he caught up fast, knowing he was already on bad terms with several people here. Some of which were well armed and waiting outside the motel that this Group was walking into. The procedure from here was simple, men and woman got different rooms to shower, put on the clothes they give you, toss the old, sounded familiar. Even if they got the things back. Though the hot shower seemed nice. Hunter couldn't remember the last time he cleaned himself off. Or was anywhere clean. His last group had mentioned he smelled pretty bad, but Hunter didn't care. He had bigger concerns at the time.

Hunter stripped pretty fast, not caring who saw him in complete nude. He was disarmed anyways, so might as well keep agility on his side. His lined jacket was a pain in the ass to get into the bag though. It was made to be stubborn and sure as hell, and it still was. Just in the wrong way. Taking off his clothes though revealed how starved the boy had been. Staying physically active with an average of less then a single meal a day for a few weeks now took its toll on his frame. By this point his ribs were visible, and even without his gear on his moments were slow. He soon stepped into the warm water and let the dirt flood off him. And god it was the most amazing thing he had felt in a long time. The rinse phase alone had turned part of the shower floor a dark brown and blacksish color from all the grim on his person. The soup eventually cleared that up, and helped remove a smell that Hunter hadn't previously known. "huh..." was all he had to add to that.

At one point he had noticed a weird old man doing some weird shit with a bar or soup. Hunter deciding he didn't want to get involved with the soap dude finished clearing himself up and grabbed his new outfit. It was comfy enough, though felt.... different. Hunter while still getting used to his new situation heard someone, a man in his middle ages he guessed ask who else was military. Hunter was not sure if he shouldn't answer. But if they were going through his shit they'd find the uniform eventually. "yeah, National Guard. How about you stranger?" He asked wondering more about his new... people.

In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Bus
Skills: N/A



Entering the real life version of a science fiction airlock Manny could say with at least some certainty that these people have a decent idea how to stay safe. Alexander was right though, they knew what they needed to. Manny wondered if he was actually going to be as useful as he was originally hoping, with so many people he wondered what the chances that they had another dentist was. Alexander did ease some of Manny's thoughts, the ones that have the best experience and the best training and are familiar with the best equipment would be the military. Or what was left of the military. Manny still had fears about what the inside culture would be like, but at least they would be safe.

Before the bus left this real world version of an airlock a man came aboard the bus. It didn't take long for Manny to understand this man was a religious figure for the community, a Chaplain. The idea that the community was well off enough for this was pretty good in some regards, though Manny's personal experiences with religion have been... spotty at best. Though he has met plenty of nice people who were religious he has also met many who have hated him right on the spot before they got a chance to know him. "Okaaaay..." Manny said, trying to hide his concerned emotions. Manny was still excited about this new community, just anxious. He would try to stay positive about it.

Manny held his judgements for now, at first glance the new man who called himself Atticus seemed fairly nice. He explained what they
were going to expect from the next few days and how they would go about it. Quarantine, decent mean, new clothes? If the beds were better then an old blanket on the floor Manny would be more then willing to make this place work! Granted he would work without the bed if need be. When it was explained to them that they would be in quarantine for a week Manny wondered what it would be like. "Do you think they will pair us up in quarantine? Keep us in the same room? I mean it wont fit health standards, but even a community this large will have its limitations. Keeping almost fifteen people isolated from the rest of the community and each other takes a lot of space and resources." He wondered what it would be like, he hasn't been through it himself in any sense before, and he wondered if they would have any human interactions. Though if not, Manny hoped they would get at least books.

Once inside the walls Manny could see why things seemed to strict, they had so much to protect here. People were walking down the street as if things were normal still. It... Amazed Manny.

When the Chaplin came by to Manny for his name Manny froze for a moment. Still stuck in some of his mentality before the world fell apart. After what felt like forever he finally pulled out of it and spoke. "My Name is..." He was tempted to add doctor to his name as it was apart of his title, but he wasn't looking to stand out yet. "Emanuel Newman. But most people just call me Manny." He spoke in as much of a monotone voice as possible, and accepted his bag with a smile. He was going to assume Atticus was a decent person until proven otherwise.

Private Hunter James Monroe

Location: Bus
Skills: N/A



The sight of a Chaplin made Hunter feel a little more relaxed. His company had a Chaplin in it years ago before things went bad. Hunter always felt he was a good person who helped Hunter stay on track while in the military. He hoped for a long time that he made it out of that stadium, though he knew it was unlikely. Seeing this man now, Atticus, gave Hunter some relief. Then Hunter looked around, and saw he was the only one sitting alone. He noticed a few people give him a glance, but not much more. He stood out as the potential person to get shot out of all of them, and as the only one alone. Unlike the others, if something happened to him, no one would be there to back him up. He was no longer in a position to protect himself anymore.

He would need friends, he would need allies, he would need people who will back him up in situations. In his unit he had his fellow soldiers, but that went south too. Then the Chaplin came up to Hunter waiting for his name. "Uhh.... Hunter. Hunter Monroe." He said trying to sound Polite. He took his little bag and said a brief thank you to the man. Inside the walls however, threw Hunter off on a scale so harsh, he was pretty sure he had just lost his mind. There were personal vehicles, people working jobs, casual walking, people overall... exposing themselves to the world, care free. "Are these people... insane? The world ended years ago..." He was in disbelief to how these people were holding up so well. He had trouble grasping that people could actually be this safe and happy. On his list of things to do now, figure these people out, and figure out why they are willing to let themselves stay so weak.

In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Bus
Skills: N/A



Manny didn't like the sound of individualism being suppressed for the sake of a group. He knew that things were desperate at times, but that idea still made him uneasy. Maybe things weren't as harsh as Manny took it from those words, but now he knew to be ready for the worst. Manny felt less comfortable now without his shotgun, but he wouldn't complain about it. But now, the bus was starting to remind him of his cage in Eden. He was starting to feel trapped, feel like a prisoner. When they were told that this was going to be like a military town did that mean everyone served in the armed forces? Manny supposed that wasn't too far out of the question for someone like him. Though he was an aging man, and even though he could keep up physically and he could handle a shotgun well, he was no soldier. Though the idea of a military structured community with a general figure in charge made Manny even more worried. "God... I hope this isn't another military dictatorship..." Manny had met enough people who tried for this plan. Though the ones that have tried in his communities could rarely come up with enough support, and were very quickly put down before they could become a problem.

But Manny trying to stay positive, tried to think of the pros. This community had a lot of people! Manny may be able to resume his practice as a dentist and help bring back basic hygiene back to the apocalyptic wasteland! Granted he would probably still serve as a general doctor, but it would be nice to help people medically for things that were not life threatening every now and again. With that, if Manny was understanding this correctly this was an old summer vacation spot. Meaning it probably had a couple decent luxuries. Manny wondered if there was a beach. It had been a long time since he had swam, but the idea of swimming was nice. It was one of the few forms of exercise he could keep up for long periods of time without straining himself too much. Sure that was over five years ago, but still! Manny had a glimpse of hope yet again.

As they pulled up tot he community he noticed the large stone walls. No horde could force their way past it no matter how many there were. Gates were harder to say, but watching the each vehicle enter in one at a time through what was like an airlock from a science fiction movie helped suppress the idea that the main gate here was weak. "I suppose as long as the government here isn't too harsh, this place could work Alexander." Though Manny wondered if he would be deemed too old to stay. He had acquired a lot of information and skills over his lifetime, but he was still an old man who had long since passed him prime.

Private Hunter James Monroe

Location: Bus
Skills: N/A



From what Hunter was hearing so far, he was liking this new place. It was well fortified, and well structured. His main concern was if he would be allowed in, and if the leaders of this community were total ass faces. When he heard that they had a military structure with a "General" figure in charge it brought back bad memories. Mostly of the early days of the apocalypse when his former Captain had convinced the survivors of his company to kick out the refugees and then become "Independent" from the rest of the army. That didn't matter as the army had long fallen at this point. But Hunter pictured this General person to be like him. A power hungry maniac who uses military force to get what he wants. Hunter was liking this place less and less by the second. He also feared that a dominant military power could sour things extremely fast if left unchecked. What were the terms of power for civilian people? In what way does the individuals voices matter? That question was answered though when the comment of town over individuals came up. "Well that answers that..." he said to no one in particular.

Then he heard the acceptance rate. 1 out of every 20. He did a quick look around on the bus and saw a decent amount of people. Not quite 20, but close enough to concern Hunter. He was already on pretty shitty terms with a couple of these new people. Some from this community and some just joining at the same time he was. Hunter had it figured if things didn't go well, or if someone was kicked out, it would probably be him. He debated if he should start planning his next move. First, he would probably take whatever whatever method these people used to determine who they liked, then while he was being judged start planning there. Did he even want to stay at this new town? If his family wasn't here he wasn't sure. Granted, they were probably dead. He had gone town by town clearing what he could, checking bodies, making sure none were them, and moving on. The process was messy, but it seemed worth it.

If he was allowed to stay, maybe he could have a sense of purpose again. He would like that. Seeing the walls, and hearing how many people there were, Hunter felt a little better. Even if he wasn't a fan of the terms of the whole thing. Worst case scenario, they shot him dead. If they were total assholes, he might still be able to leave later. He watched as the first vehicle entered the door, and it closed behind it. Then the gate opened and the bus entered. The solid concrete walls could take a hit from just about everything that still existed. The exception being helicopters and jets maybe. But these people had those too. Or maybe just the one, but still. The idea was there. They controlled the ground, the air, and if patrols meant what he thought they did, the seas. Seemed like a big operation. He decided that no matter what was going to happen he would learn all he could about this community and their defenses. "I wonder what we'll have to deal with once inside..." he spoke. Only realizing he was sitting alone a moment later. "Riiiiight....". If he was accepted, his next step would be to not draw attention, and learn what he could. He could decide his full opinion on the place later. Who knows, maybe these people are decent.

In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Bus
Skills: N/A



Manny was as giddy as a kid in a candy shop. "Oh my god we're going to a safe zone!" He was ready to meet all the people the world had to offer, he was ready to help anyone and EVERYONE he could, and he was looking forward to sleeping in at least a pile of blankets again. Though if they had transportation like this then surely they had cots or if he was really lucky REAL BEDS! Damn he liked that idea. Thrown on top, this place was so close to where he used to live that maybe he could actually go home at some point and see what was left? Maybe even find someone he used to know! Part of him trailed back to the stadium from the early days. How that had been overrun, and all the people that didn't make it out. But many would have had to have made it out. Part of him wondered if Susan might have been here. He knew the chances were slim beyond reason, but the idea still excited him. Though what would he say? Sorry for losing you in the parking lot?

He was doing it again. Dwelling on the past. Nothing would be the same, and he knew that the likelihood of meeting anyone he used to know was next to nothing. He needed to move on. Sitting himself and Alexander in adjacent seats he was ready for the long ride. The chair felt nice, the air felt nice, the overall situation felt nice. He hadn't been this relaxed since... he was in the fort. "What do you think this place will be like?" He asked Alexander, though openly enough so that others could answer if they wanted to. "Do you think that there will be a lot of people? It has to be a decent amount with just how many people are here to pick us up. And to not be concerned about our numbers right? I wonder where they are holed up? Do you all think it's an old stone fort? Or maybe a school or university? Oh my god... what if it's a Walmart... Those things have drop gates don't they?" Manny was giddy and excited, and he had a lot of trouble hiding it. He was ready to find his new home.

Private Hunter James Monroe

Location: Bus
Skills: N/A



Hunter didn't feel ready for this. These were new people who had the means to do some real damage if they wanted to. But Hunter got the idea, time to shut up. Even if it meant that he'd be separated from his dog. She seemed comfortable enough with these new people though, and if she could tolerate them maybe they can be trusted. Once his gear was turned over, and he was pat down, he made his way to the bus. He found the vehicle to be a little over the top for his liking, but if it kept the dead out then he was happy with that. What he wasn't excepting was an actual working AC unit. He had found cars int he past that had them but the cars had suffered so much wear and or sat so long that the AC units went. And they tend to be a pain in the ass to fix too. "wow..." But now, he was in a confined space with a lot of people he didn't know and was now disarmed. He was anxious now and it was starting to show.

Hunter made his way to the back of the bus so he could keep everyone in his line of sight. This helped him relax a little but not as much as he would have liked. He sat, watched as each person entered the bus, both of his hands clenching his seat. What if everyone on this bus was infected?! What if everyone was in on it and decided to turn against him? Could he take them all? Maybe a couple with his back against the wall, but not all. But what then? They had Izibell?! Even if he got out of here they had his dog... So for now, he would behave... fearing for Izibell. And who know, maybe this place was going to be okay. Maybe Izibell would be fine. And who knew, maybe his family had been here this whole time? Maybe on their way to their old camp grounds they were in his situation and were safe and he would see them again. He smiled at that thought, the idea of seeing his siblings again was nice. The idea of seeing his parents and grandparents again was amazing. He just... needed to get through this. How hard could it be? Act nice, play along, meet the people, and if they turn out to be what he thinks they are he will fight his way out. But so far, he felt okay in the idea that he wouldn't have too.
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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Wewahitchka D7
Skills: N/A



Was this it? Were they about to be in a new safe zone? Manny loved the idea of being around other people, and letting those who needed it recover in the ways they needed to. And it would give Manny a chance to help people in ways he hasn't been able to in a long time. Though, he was concerned too with this as well. His last community he was apart of had torn itself apart... leaving Manny with a choice to die with them... or leave. And now here he was, ready for another group to join up. Manny had caught up with everyone watching the helicopter and the occupants interact. But... there were so many people. Thalia seemed to know some of them, which was promising. Beatrice seemed to trust these new people enough, and Manny arrived just in time to hear these new terms.

Turn over your gear and supplies, go in a waiting and checkpoint phase, then more will be decided from there. Seemed pretty standard compared to most of the groups he had been apart of. Manny took his bag off and made sure all of his gear was accounted for. It wasn't much, but hopefully that might change, or he might not need it anymore. He pulled the shells out of his shirt pocket and he made sure to pull the shell out of his shotgun. Even though this wasn't His shotgun, it was similar in a lot of ways. Reminded him of his life before the end of the world, and how useful his old gun was when the world first started going to shit. It had failed to save so many others, but Manny it served just fine. One shell at a time. "I agree. This is our best chance." Even if they knew little about these people. He didn't think they were raiders. Seems too costly to just use up a helicopter to take what little a small group of travelers might have.

Who knows, maybe Manny would meet someone he knew before the outbreak. "Do you guys think they are in a big enough group to have a census? To help people find others they once knew? Or do you think it's small enough that we can just talk and find everyone really fast and figure out things like that?" Manny wouldn't mind seeing people he used to know, and explain the better moments of his life in recent years. In theory the chances of something like that happening were slim, but they were still not far from where he used to live. And he had met a lot of people as a dentist, and met almost as many at the shooting range he was apart of. Part of him wondered what the chances of meeting someone he had worked with would be. Alexander had asked if Manny could help him get around until their rides arrived. "I can help you out yeah, what would I do without my fellow baby boomer? Talk about home computers all day? Or about the next new trend? No we're tied at the hip now Alexander." Manny would help Alexander to the trucks when they arrived. Until then, turning over his bag full of gear, and his now unloaded shotgun.

Private Hunter James Monroe

Location: Wewahitchka D8
Skills: N/A



The balding man that spoke to Hunter seemed to be a very trusting person. He made note that if these people were hostiles that he would use that one as a shield right before whispering something maniacal like Glad I asked for the vegan meal. Chances are he wouldn't, the point of not being shot dead on sight was a bonus, but he didn't take the comments well. Hunter made another note to keep tabs on this one incase he was a problem later. Seemed like he had potential to be a problem. Hunter was tempted to decline the offer, though the idea of starving another day was a huge influence on his choice. The idea of Izibell starving anymore was also a major choice in his decision making. Even if it meant the two would be separated... He hated that idea, and he was worried Izibell wouldn't react well. But she was trained well before Hunter met her, she was a smart girl who could handle herself well. Though he was tempted to be resistant more when the balding man was pushing for Hunter to say thank you in his... Special way. Hunter wondered if the rifle in his hands would be over kill on taking him down, or if he could just get close and dirty with his sawed off shotgun letting the buckshot do it's work. He did a slight laugh at this thought, the first time he has smiled since the groups met. "They'll get a thank you when I know for sure they are what they say they are." His grin stayed, laughing at his own internal thoughts.

In the end, he knew what he had to do, and it wasn't go out guns blazing which poor suckers he would take with him. Hunter took the sawed off shotgun and his box of ammo from his back pack and he set it on the ground. He then put his finger on the release for the pump and started ejecting the shells one at a time into the ammo box until it was empty. Once it was he put the gun back in his bag, then he unloaded the M4 rifle by taking out the magazine and making sure the chamber was cleared, then he put both magazines into the box as well. He did the same to his pistol, and put his hatchet in his bag. "I'm going to regret this..." he said letting his grin turn to a look of concern. Once all his weapons were unloaded and packed into his bag or attached in some way he set them aside, hoping he didn't get gunned down now that he was disarmed.

Though some of his fears were confirmed... He'd be separated from Izibell. She'd be upset, but she would be able to handle it better then Hunter would. So he made his way to Maddog Izibell by his side. "She's going to get anxious when we get separated. I'll follow along with this for now, but understand, if anything happens to her I will not forget it. But I am..." He was hesitant in his words. Not sure if they were the right ones to say. "I'm going to attempt to trust you and your people. We'll go along with it, and Izibell can go in whatever containment you need to do. Just... be careful with her. She's all I have left." He said, trying to sound as less of an asshole as possible. He knew that was hard, he had a very good resting bitch face. "Do you want me to take her in the truck with me? Or are one of your people going to take her now?" He would follow along with either option, though he wouldn't be pleased about it.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Wewahitchka D6 (Road)
Skills: N/A



Thalia didn't take Manny's humor very well. He found himself funny but the spitting in the mouth comment seemed a bit too much. So he got the idea. Now he wondered if she actually did spit in their mouths while they slept, and if so, why? Just for something shocking to say later? No matter the reason, Manny got the idea. He moved up a little more, staying a bit behind the group not really sure what to think. On one hand, new people and maybe new allies. On the other hand new people and maybe another Eden group that would throw him in chains and lock him in a cage. That didn't appeal to him, but a decent meal and friendly faces did.

Manny kept close to the rest of the group, though was still hesitant to get too close to anyone out of personal fear. Alexander had been speaking about other people. Surely he was talking about the helicopter people right? But if so how many could there be? With how the human population has been drastically decreasing over the last five and a half years, what would that mean for any communities that could form? What if these people weren't from a community? Granted how could a group support a helicopter without a home base of some kind. Or maybe they found it while running away from something, but what? Manny would follow along with whatever the group did. He couldn't risk going alone again, and he trusted the judgment of his team members.

Private Hunter James Monroe

Location: Wewahitchka D8
Skills: N/A



What followed for Hunter was a series of comments all to familiar with him from the early days of the end of the world. Maddog explained that the choice to walk away had been cut off. He ordered them to turn over weapons, ammo, and other supplies. Reminded Hunter way too much of evacuations he had to help preform in the early days of the chaos. He also remembered that 5 people against 50 all armed was a nearly impossible fight. But five people against 50 with no weapons? Hell, two people could hold on those odds. That is what worried Hunter. Hunter was ready to decline the offer, even if it meant he had to shoot his way out.

But then he heard food. God food sounded so good right now... He hadn't eaten in a while and Izibell also would be struggling with her lack of food as well if she didn't get anything soon. She started getting antsy about something but it wasn't her usual thing, so Hunter brushed it off as she found a squirrel or something. Hunter did what he could to keep her calm, and she listened, still keeping her attention on everything going on. Hunter mostly kept his attention on Maddog. "What reason do we have to trust you? You and your people clearly have firepower. Once we turn over our gear what's to stop you from gunning us all down. Your word? I want to trust you. I really do, but the only thing I have to go off is the fact that you haven't shot us yet. But you could be worried about what so many people could do while they are armed to the teeth." Hunter is open to turning over his gear, he is mostly worried about being stuck on the opposite end of the barrel of a bad situation. If he had a smaller pistol he might consider keeping that hidden. Though explaining away the random .45 caliber ammunition might be hard. Part of him wished he still had a decent knife, but as of right now he lacked one.

Hunter gripped his rifle, he wanted to trust these people, but he had seen what had happened to refugees who have over stayed their welcome. He had helped kick them out. The ones that survived. Was he ready to face what he had done? As he thought about it, he decided he was. This was a chance to put himself through the events he had forced others to go through, and he might face worst case scenario like he had done to so many others. Granted, if things went wrong he wouldn't go out without a fight. "If I go with you, what will happen to Izibell here? Because we're not the types you should separate." He said trying to sound serious. Though he was still a boy compared to many that were around, and it showed. He was scared, he knew what would happen if things went wrong. He was scared what would happen to the only family he had right now.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

Location: Wewahitchka C4 -> D6 (Road)
Skills: N/A



If there was something Manny has always had problems with it was holding his tongue. Normally this was an issue in his youth when he would get into fights with neighborhood kids. Or it was an issue with people who ran hate groups and as Manny would put it, he was 'Giving them a reason to [Insert action(s) here]'. Where he would promptly be reminded how that isn't a good thing. But in this case it was pure lack of self control over the last working rubber duck on the planet. Despite Manny's professional demeanor he couldn't help but blurt out a brief laugh at Thalia's struggles against the tape covered squeaking duck. For a moment the old dentist thought his heart would stop just trying to contain his laughter. Despite not blurting out again the amusement still seemed to struggle to be contained. He would work to keep it in though as Thalia could probably find where he sleeps at night. He stopped pretty fast at that thought. "Sorry. That was... Very unprofessional and not normally like me. Wont happen again." He promised knowing he had no idea if it would or not.

Now, Manny moved up shotgun in hands. Though the more he thought about it the more he wondered if the people in the helicopter were hostile. What would their rag tag group do against someone with a helicopter and most likely firepower to protect it? Could they do much other then brief suppression fire? He questioned if they could do that though either. What if they had to run? How far could they go with the gear they had? Or the wounded they had despite their amazing efforts in recovery? How far could they get if Manny's stamina ran out while running? Would the others risk their lives for him? Or once he knew he couldn't keep up could he slip into the shadows and try to buy some time?

Another thing to consider was, what if these people were friendly? What if these people were able to help them? What if they had a decent medical setup and supplies to make a colony work? What if... just if... they had real beds to sleep on. Manny told himself it was for the chance to help another community, but a real bed to sleep on was a great motivator too. He picked up speed now, staying as hidden as he could but the group was struggling and at their rate it was only a matter of time before someone else died. This needed to happen now. Then he saw it. The helicopter. And he stopped in his tracks. He saw... people. He couldn't tell how many, but there were a lot. At first glance maybe more then the four the group he was in had. He was tempted to wave, but he was scared of being shot at. So he just stood there in the middle of the road, in fear, unable to react to what he was seeing.

Private Hunter James Monroe

Location: Wewahitchka D8
Skills: N/A



Hunter saw the gunner talking. He didn't get a word of what he said though, mostly looking at the gun on the side and thinking how cool it would be to use some of Uncle Sam's hardware again. He also thought that if things got sour he should probably shoot the gunner first. Though when the old man spoke again Hunter got names. Even though Hunter got the names, took note of them, and started making a mental catalog of these new people, he was hearing about food. God what he would do for something edible right now. Though he looked at the dog wrapped on his leg understanding that Hunter was tense. She was hungry too. She probably needed at least as much food as Hunter did, and they both have been without for days.

When Hunter snapped back to reality he pieced some of this weird puzzle together. Then Hunter was asked about the MANY new people showing up. "Can't say I know them. I figured the ones I saw before were with you? If that's not the case I hope their friendly. Or you actually have bullets in that turret." He had seen people threaten with empty guns before. He found it sad. But whatever, natural selection and all that shit. "You never know about new people. I've seen all sorts of tricks used. Once I saw someone use kittens. Too bad they were stupid." Hunter vaguely remembers removing a head that day with a hatchet.

Hunter was still hesitant to trust anyone military. Though he still carried an old uniform he wasn't wearing it now. But Maddog made it clear he was military by the way he asked for one of the new people's name and rank. Almost out of instinct Hunter responded, stopping himself before he could say anything. They had a last name, they didn't need more then that. But the soldier called out had a lot to say. Army as well. Hunter wondered if he could make an ally of him. Or if he would be like his old unit near the start of this mess. Then Hunter would need a way to dispose of him too. Granted, he had bullets and he had guns. He also had Izibell who despite being the cutest dog ever could 100% eat someone's testicles off. Though now it looked like instead of a potential 4 to 1, it could be as many as 30 to 1 if things kept going the way they were going. He would need to trust someone otherwise he wouldn't survive a fight with anyone. The helicopter people had a chance to gun him down, but didn't. Maybe they wanted more information from him incase he was apart of a group with lootable supplies. Oh well, too late now to run.

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