Shoe Thief

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: L11 (Bar) --> (Dance Floor)
Skills: N/A

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The bar was full of activity. Between the wild fucks, teenage hormones, and all sorts of crazy things, it reminded Manny of being young again. Manny thanked Ada for his tea just before he watched the rather impressive improve act about wild fucks. It seemed Nikki was trying to hook up with the erratic soldier boy. He found that interesting, but it made sense in a way. New people, new faces, no experiences. "Are you alright Ada?" He leaned over the bar to try and see if she was alright. But based on the monologue, she was probably fine. He did notice Nikki trying to speak, but it seemed that the events that transpired cut her short, and she eventually left. "Best of luck to you." He said, though it wasn't a concern if she heard it. Overall, she seemed determined despite her set backs. Manny sipped his tea mentally recapping the last few days. "Damn I am getting too old for this." It seemed everyone was starting to slow down for the night.

Manny finished his sweet tea thinking to himself, Damn there is nothing quite as good as Southern Sweet Tea. "Hey uh..." He was about to ask about another glass before he left, but seeing as Ada was so tied up about wild fucks, he figured it was best to let her be. "Nevermind." He set his glass down and stood up walking back to the beach itself for one last minute for his night, giving Thalia a nod of Acknowledgement before he left. He saw Alexander and walked over to him on the way across the beach. "I think I am going to turn it in for the night. There is apparently something about wild fucks. It was...." He paused, not sure of the best word to describe it. "Interesting." He said ready to leave for his room.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: L11 (Kettles)
Skills: N/A

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Hunter decided he hated Gravity. Granted he hated a lot of things, though most (Gravity included) were formed from his own misdoings. Struggling to get up to fix things tonight had failed with him landing back in the sand. "I will curse all the nuggets I want... This is America, and in America we can say Fuck It to whatever we want. Including Nuggets." He paused for a moment, realizing something. "Not taxes... You can't say fuck it to taxes... The government said so. Fucking lairs..." He stopped again at another realization. "But the government is gone! So no more taxes!" He held his arms up briefly in a cheer. Then thought about CMB. "Wait... these people probably have taxes too... fuck nuggets." Hunter laid down, still cursing nuggets. "Fuck all the nuggets."

When Nigel suggested Hunter was going to have to go to bed, Hunter prepared to protest. "No I'm not even tired yet..." He leaned up to continue his protest, then fell again. He lay there, eyes wide, as if something pushed him back down and he was surprised. "...okay... you win... I'll go to bed..." He accepted defeat, the only way he could accept it. Intoxicated to the point where telling up from down felt impossible. If he could get some crackers, cool, if he couldn't.... it would suck but whatever. A real bed sounded like a good idea, even though he wouldn't admit it. "Tomorrow... I need to go fix all of this..." He didn't like losing. But... He had lost here, and tomorrow, he would need to fix everything be broke."So... why... Like... What can I do to fix this now... God... why are people so fucking hard to figure out." Shoot it, blow it up, burn it, hide it, find it, Hunter could do it. Talk to people? Interact with people? Be sociable? All skills Hunter lacked.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Emanuel Newman "Are you fucking crazy that is the exact opposite of calm and collective! Are you trying to paint the walls red with all natural paint?! Because that's what we're about to do!" - Manny to Thana as the two prepared to remove Thalia's arm ⚘ Looking Inside ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Manny is someone who likes to see the best in everything. He likes to see the best in people, the situation, and how things could be better in the future. He prefers when situations are solved without violence, as he believes it can create more problems then help at times, though pacifist would be a wrong word for the old doctor. Once a situation turns to violence he goes all in, his mentality reverting back to an aggressive teen who thought he could take on everything. He recognizes that he can have a temper at times and will go out of his way to stay focused on keeping calm and patient. Though many of his actions once he decides he is doing them, he is very hard pressed to change his mind. Manny is a person who wants to help others do well in their life. He wants people to be in general safe, protected, and overall feel like they are doing well. He is an overall caring person who will go out of his way to help others if they need it. Though he isn't likely to press too hard once he sees his help is unwanted, as many times pushing it is a great way to make a situation worse. ⚘ A Brief History ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Pre-Outbreak Growing Up: Manny growing up was raised on a chicken farm. Though eh rarely spent time on it, caring to spend more of his time hanging out with his closer friends. Getting into fights, reading comics, setting off home made fireworks using spare supplies, all sorts of things that teenage Manny found entertaining. Despite the legal issues that he found himself in, he was never really scared of law enforcement, though he was scared of his Father. And many members of the law quickly found this out. During a brief conflict with another group of teenagers, the fight was brought to an abrupt end when one of Manny's closest friends were killed in the fight. Soon sending Manny on a path to turn his life around to prevent events like that happening again. Adulting: Manny spent much of his adult life studying medicine. At first keeping it General until a couple years into his program where he decided to do into the more specified field of dentistry. Overall it was a long schooling career, but after his education he was able to go right into his field where he met his soon to be Husband John. His life from that point was pretty strait forward and uneventful, spending his free time reading, target shooting, and enjoying time with those he cared for. In his later years eventually buying a home, then setting up his own business. Post-Outbreak Your First Walker Encounter: First time they had to deal with or saw a walker. Minimal 1 well developed paragraph but can be more. Good time to get feel for your character with a pre-post. Those First Years: Year 1: Manny found himself at an Emergency site for a decent portion of the early days, though due to local government collapse himself and other survivors were forced to leave and take shelter in random location to random location for several weeks until his group set up shop in an old Spanish fort. Where at first things went well, but food shortages became apparent as the fort started to show long term issues. After a year or so of Scavenging the survivors eventually left when a fire started burning down most of the wooden structures and crops inside. Year 2: After a few more weeks the survivors Manny traveled with moved into a hotel with another group of survivors who had secured it prior to their arrival. The place was secure, had better food storage, and had better long term options that the survivors were able to set up. While here Manny would enter another marriage, trying to enjoy what life still had to offer. When food was starting to run low again, a large portion of the group left the hotel to find better long term locations, leaving Manny, his new husband, and a skeleton crew for a group to watch over the new home. While the main force was out though, a horde was able to break through the defenses, killing a majority of the people who hadn't gone out, including Manny's new spouse. When the main scouting force returned the horde was drawn away and the survivors that were still left inside were taking to a style of life. Year 3: Over the next year Manny and the survivors were forced to become nomads, trading with other random groups, dropping off people who wanted to stay, picking up those who wanted to travel, trading whatever supplies could be spared. When Winter was about to roll around the Hotel survivors were forced to find shelter for the season. Before the winter season could kick off, they settled down in a gated community and reinforced the structures to hold against any wandering hordes, and set up agriculture. Overall, creating a comfortable post modern life. Year 4: despite months of things going in favor for Manny's group, problems were bound to arise. A horde large enough to be able to block in the community for weeks on end was approaching, and with few means to redirect such a large group the survivors had to decide to hold a stand, or hide. Deciding that if the gates were to be attacked by this horde that they would eventually fall, it was decided that the group would kill as many as possible, while also trying to redirect them to a more controllable area. Manny despite his lack of overall combat experience refused to be left out this time, taking his gun and joining the redirection effort. The event ended with most of the volunteers dead, wounded, or bitten. And those that were left too few to keep the community running. When finding out that the horde was directed by a group so that they could loot their supplies, Manny and what survivors were left went out on a hunt to wipe them out, being successful in the end. Though with the community being left in shambles, many left to go back to old homes, go it alone, or stay in their dwindling communities, Manny being one of the ones to go it alone. Hoping to help those he could along the way. Since Entering RP *Keep this section clean if you are just now coming in. Add in as sections are needed. Examples for pre-exsiting characters are as follows. This section will get updated periodically through out the RP. Divide up as you need for your character. Omit sections you don't need, add in ones you do. Eden: Manny's time at Eden was rather short. With the events that took place with how the Eden group took prisoners and found more creative ways to kill those that had been captured. In Manny's short time he found himself in a fighting arena environment that thankfully due to his rather short stay he was able to hold out until the ironically named Team Eden showed up, causing enough mayhem that Manny was able to fight his way out of his cell, and continued to help clear the hell hole known as Eden. While present he made a choice to try and save Thana over Gavin, leading eventually to the death of Gavin. Soon after Alexander would find himself locked into a bear trap maiming his leg, and Manny being forced to amputate in an attempt to save his life. Searching: Finally stopping after months of travel and close calls, Team Eden arrived into a vacant home clear of nearly everything inside. Whilst there Thalia found herself bit, and was in need of an emergency arm removal. With Thana's help they power sawed their way through Thalia's arm only causing severe damage to the appendage. With Thalia weak and at risk of infection Thana left to much of Manny's concerns. The remnants of team Eden would find themselves picked up by CMB scouts months later. Camp Mexico Beach: Manny enjoyed his time so far in camp. Though he holds some minor reservations, they are minor tradeoffs so far in the world of the walking dead. Manny had met several interesting characters, some more friendly then others. Now that he wasn't nearly as worried about the threat of the dead he had been able to take time to build his relationship with Alexander and others taking time to enjoy his personal life and attempting to rebuild his professional career. ⚘ Relations ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Major Alexander Polawski "You're a good man Alexander Polawski. I don't know where I would be without you." - Manny reassuring his friend while mentally preparing for Hunter's trial Alexander and Manny met at gun point while inside the Eden complex. Manny using his pleads as a doctor to prevent getting shot under suspicion of being one of the cultists. Despite the rocky start, Manny would give everything he could to help support his friend, and he'd get the same in return. While in camp the two would start developing their friendship outside of well balanced survival into plans of fishing trips, stories of past lives, and plans in the future to improve their own lives. Noticing the toll that the Trial of Hunter was taking on Alexander Manny reassured Alexander that people can struggle yet still be good people. For both of their sake's, they needed to know they could still be good people despite their choices of the past. Thana Martin "Fuck my life..." - Manny hitting the realization that Thana's newly acquired power saw was the only valid option at the moment for Thalia's arm The first time Manny met Thana was while at gun point being suspect of being an Edenight. Though his first conversation with her wouldn't be until a few minutes later when she was shot to pieces, and Manny chose to prioritize saving her over Gavin. Manny would grow to trust Thana as a leader and someone who had the group's interests at heart. Though he held doubts over her leaving to pick up supplies, in the end it worked out for everyone. He was impressed by the pounding the woman could take, and was glad to see her alive yet again while in camp. Thalia Carmichael "Knowing her, I'd say she'd recover and probably just hit things twice as hard with her remaining hand just to make up for the missing hand." - Manny explaining Thalia's condition post arm lobbing Thalia and Manny had spent some harsh time on the road together. Though they wouldn't likely be poker buddies they held a trust for one another that could only be obtained by putting one's life in the hands of the other over and over again. While on their travels, Thalia found herself bitten by a stubborn walker who didn't take death as nicely as others. After removing her arm with a powersaw Manny would spend a lot of time making sure her wounds were stable and were not at risk of getting worse. It was one of the worst medical procedures he'd ever had to produce, and he'd be perfectly happy if he never had to do it again. Lisa Mason "My goodness I think you're right. Is this retirement then? Does that mean I have finally hit the grand age of Old?" - Manny to Lisa when she brought up that the two had technically switched professions Lisa was one of the first people Manny had the pleasure to really get to know. She was knowledgeable about the camp, helped Manny get familiar with what to expect, and was a great work partner on his first day working within the camp. He loved listening to her grand plans for the future, and was even more excited when she found herself entering the medical field. Though she seemed to be strained by the boat puns, Manny loved being able to share some of his humor with more people who'd tolerate it more then once. Minor Amelia Payne "Well hopefully you don't have too many encounters like that." - Manny post Amelia dog scare Manny and Amelia have cross paths a couple times but it rarely went past the short conversations. He had talked to her briefly in Quarantine and before the bus ride to the funeral after she was clearly spooked from what he later learned was a dog scare. With the general positive attitude of people towards dogs in the community members he's met so far he wondered if that would be an issue with her and others. But so far it had seemed to work out rather well. Nikola Warren "Wouldn't hurt to have another Thana around." - Manny pleased to hear Nikki's general excitement of things Manny had held a couple conversations with Nikki with most being in public places after Hunter had made a fool of himself. She seemed like a nice enough girl in his eyes, though definitely has a couple of those traits that he finds odd about youth. But she is a good reminder that people can all sorts of crazy things and still be a good person at the end of the day. Character Name "Quote" - Said when in RP Information on things they have done together in RP ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Hunter Monroe "A fucking... power saw?" - Hunter Attempting to be social at the bar with Thalia ⚘ Looking Inside ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Hunter is a complicated person at best. He has no urge to please others, though he would not go out of his way to hinders others for his own benefit. When asked he is more then willing to help, and if it's someone he knows or trust he will likely ask them if they are interested in help. He tends to smile a large portion of his waking hours, even when there seems to be no noticeable reason. He has trouble staying focused and on topic when in conversation with others, and he is very quick to judge others based on his past experiences. This can in many cases lead to relationships turning negative rather fast. Hunter struggles with morality at times. In many cases not sure what is right or wrong, but understanding that not every situation is the same, leaving the line too blurry for him to find from time to time. He has found that the only times where the line seems to be clear to him, is when he is removing those who he has decided are causing more harm then good. His biggest concern, is his enjoyment of removing them. And knowing they can't cause any more harm. And, the fact that he would probably fail his own judgment at times. ⚘ A Brief History ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Pre-Outbreak Growing Up: Hunter grew up on his family property which was locally called "The Compound". It's primary purpose was to house the bulk of the local Monroe Family. It also served as the main and stable income for a couple households, the local scrap yard. Though the compound served other purposes, that was it's main purpose while Hunter lived there. It was hard work, but simple which was nice for the young boy. As a kid he wasn't the smartest kid growing up, not dumb by any means, but struggled in school, yet refused to ask for help, only making things worse in the long run. Hunter could handle the hands on projects with some ease to them, but rarely enough to show potential in the trade fields, and he struggled enough in other classes that most people figured he would be confined to his family scrap yard for the rest of his life barely making ends meet. As he got older, he got more frustrated with his family life. Tired of being the care taker of his siblings, and tired of the schools treating him like he wouldn't go anywhere in life, and tired of his father who put pressure on him to accept that staying with the family wasn't a bad thing. This would slowly start building into arguments he would have with his Father, eventually forcing Hunter to run off determined to not get stuck on his family scrap yard. Adulting: Soon after Hunter ran off, he joined up with the local National Guard Unit. It offered food, a place to sleep, an education, and a future to spite his father with. After a few weeks in training, he started having second guesses, and when training was over he went home to resolve things with his family. After sorting out the many things they had to argue about, Hunter agreed he would do whatever he could to leave the Guard Unit. And his family would be there to back him up. That was the plan anyways, before his unit was called back to handle a local problem. Post-Outbreak Those First Years: Year 1: Hunter's deployment was fuck up after fuck up. Out of the 650 soldiers of his battalion that were supposed to show, 430 showed up. During evacuations the entire battle group was spread thin, forced to tell the public that they were evacuating that they would all be able to make it out, despite that there was no way that with what resources the government had ready to spare, that couldn't happen. Hunter met his first walker in one of these evacuations, and when that was over the remnants of his battalion were stationed at a football stadium in Buffalo to protect well over populated. Holding more people then the original building was built to have by more then twice over. The Stadium fell, forcing Hunter and the other members of his unit to pull out as many as they could, before locking the doors to prevent too many infected from getting outside. Hunter's unit and the survivors of the refugee camp would return to his base where they would hold up waiting for orders that never came. Soon due to a lack of resources within the base, a conflict broke out. After days and days of Issues, Hunter found himself the last among the bodies, not sure who had killed who, or who he had killed himself. As there was nothing left of the base, Hunter returned home, hoping to see his family and figure things out. Only to find The Compound abandoned, the best of the cars gone, the guns gone, and no sight of them anywhere. He would wait at his family compound for months unsure what else to do. After waiting and no sign of them coming back, he returned to the stadium and tried to put his mind to rest by burning down the massive structure and all that it held. Year 2-3: Hunter traveled from group to group, place to place, looking for any sign of his family. Checking homes of relatives, checking former vacation spots, even digging up manifesto's from evacuation logs to try and find any hints. Overall, no success. Not even useful hints to point him in the right direction. Hunter found himself with a few groups of people along the way, some better then others, most... less then great. Many Hunter just ended up leaving to never see them again, other times it would end with blood. Blood that Hunter enjoyed spilling, knowing that people like that wouldn't be able to cause more harm. He was always very confused about how to feel, he enjoyed it when scum like that were dead, and he got to do it, but the guilt of the amount of bodies he had built up was making an already morally challenged boy struggle even more. Year 4: Hunter after leaving his last group of survivors found himself at the southern most tip of Florida. Having the last people he met all been killed by a large variety of things, He wasn't sure where to go now. Having checked any and all locations he could think of, he found himself with no where to go. In this moment of weakness, Hunter met Izibell the Rottweiler. She was trained, and overall seemed to enjoy the presence of the former soldier boy. She was someone who wouldn't leave him, and someone who helped him when he needed it. So he helped her wherever he could and continued to travel with her from there. Since Entering RP Camp Mexico Beach: Hunter either due to personal paranoia, personal trauma and the inability to work with it, his inability to understand other people, or sheer stupidity had spent his whole time in CMB only digging himself a deeper and deeper grave, finally hitting a breaking point once he lost his temper at those in charge, went to trial, and made it worse. It wasn't until it was blatantly shoved in his face by nearly every member of camp did he understand the damage and harm of what he was doing. By that point, it was too little, too late. The hope is that time spent in the camp's ward will give him the chance to self reflect and fix his problems before they can get him killed. ⚘ Relations ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Major Nigel Cooper "I think I fucked it up" - Drunk Hunter while Nigel pulls him off scene from one of many fuck ups Nigel had helped Hunter get out of his social bubble while he was in quarantine, and even acted somewhat as a parental figure to him as he attempted to figure out his own place in this new world. Nigel despite Hunter's repeated blunders had helped him time and time again. Each time Hunter feeling more and more guilt for dragging Nigel down with him. Nikola Warren "Nikki... sorry..." - Hunter realizing just how badly he had fucked up, and realizing how badly it effected those around him Nikki was the first camp local that Hunter had developed a positive relationship with. If it could be called that. As the days went on Hunter's less then stable side kept turning up more and more often as Hunter found himself struggling more and more with how to react to situations and people. Their first few interactions went decent. A few friendly games here, a fun time on the beach (At first >.>), and even a completely awkward kiss from Hunter who had no idea how kisses worked. Even as Hunter was in lockup she attempted to get his side, and he took it in the worst possible way only making things worse for them. It wasn't until Hunter heard from Nikki was he had done on his drunken raves did he fully understand what he did to her, and realized how badly he hurt her. Despite that, she made the argument for him to stay. He hopes that post time in the ward, he'd be able to help repair whatever might be salvageable from the relationship while there is still something. Minor Ash Holloway "We just... Followed orders I guess. Even the bad ones" - Hunter sharing the short version of his military career with Ashton while he was in lockup Their time together was short, and there's not much of a relationship there. But to Hunter, Ash Holloway represents to Hunter what the military was supposed to be when he joined prior to the cluster fuck his unit became when things fell apart. He had brought a bit more a positive light on Hunter's thoughts with a fresh perspective that didn't include worst case scenario. Lisa Mason "..." - A severe lack of direct communication Hunter has had little communication with Lisa during his time at CMB, but as his time in the ward went on he would come across her and her work in medical and receive the occasional updates Izibell and the outside world. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: L11 (kettles --> Bar)
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Well it seemed Manny wasn't being turned away. Small victories! Even being offered a drink. "Tea would be lovely." As Thalia put it, it had been years since he had enjoyed a good cup of tea. "If you have it sweet tea would be great." Sure, the amount of sugar in sweet tea was terrible for one's health, but Southern Sweet Tea. Manny couldn't help but laugh at Nikki's follow up comment. "No, no you can't." Trying to be more serious again though, "That is up to him to figure out. And from the looks of things, seems like he is trying, even if failing on every step of the way." He wasn't saying it as an excuse for Hunter, but was more trying to help explain the logic of the situation as best he could. "Hopefully he figured it out before he does something stupid enough he can't come back from it." That was more a fact of life then anything else. Everyone had the stupid age of their lives. Manny had his years, and they were not pretty. He was the lucky one, the one who saw what things could be if he didn't correct himself. Others that choice took them to their graves.

People started coming and going from the bar now that food had been served and the earliest to get food had finished. Made sense, get food, have a drink, enjoy the night from there. Ash came over, ordered some drinks, and gave a simple acknowledgement. Manny replied with a simple wave before he left. Thalia came over, ordered tea as well, and seemed interested in what was going on. "All sorts of crazy stuff." He gestured to the Soldier Boy who was laying with his back in the sand staring into the sky intently. "Someone had a few too many drinks." He wondered what else was going on in the young boy's head. Even though Manny had good experience with other guys, he had next to no experience with kids.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: L11 (Kettles)
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Hunter decided in that moment, that booze may not be his friend. He felt sick, he felt annoyed, he felt upset, and he wasn't still completely able to understand what had just happened. What he did register, food. food sounded awesome right now. "Crackers would be nice..." He spoke, though not to anyone or anything directly. As if he was thinking to himself, and the words spilled out on accident. Though, he couldn't help but chuckling at Cook's comment about Gunny's drunken situations. He smiled for a moment, then as if he remembered he fucked up, went back to being distracted by his own thoughts. The reassurance from Nigel reminded him that getting shot wasn't as likely as his mind put it up to be. He wasn't sure he could get that thought out, but maybe he could contain it better so he would stop drawing attention to himself. He felt wet, not sure why, not realizing his last couple sips of whiskey had spilled all over him when he laid down.

Hunter liked Nigel. He was nice, didn't seem to want anything from him in return, and put up with all of his bullshit. Which Hunter guessed was a lot based on how others kept getting pissed with him. The reassurances against his fears were also more comforting from him. He seemed like someone who he could trust even with his trust issues. "I thinks.... you are rights..." HE added plurals to a few of his words, mostly out of a mix of slurring and to show how serious he was right now. Even if it didn't show that thought at all. "I should go and apologize for being an ass butt." He tried to sit up, unfortunately for the soldier boy that didn't last as he felt light headed and fell back down on his back. "Fuck.... Nuggets..." He did like what was said about things getting better, or at the very least blowing over so things could be figured out. He liked that... They had to get better eventually.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: L11 (Kettles)
Skills: N/A

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That did not go how Hunter thought it would go. Granted, he wasn't sure how he wanted things to go, but this was not one of the few ways he did think out then immediately forgot. It also appears that Drunk Hunter was not able to convey the message he wanted to in the way he wanted. Or he did and he still fucked up. Though Hunter did try his best to listen to Nikki as she explained how much of an ass he probably came across as. "I'm... I'm not sure how throwing tits would work in this case..." Trying to picture it only confused him more. And overall missing the point. Though he did register the man child comment, nodding in agreement with that. Though more of a head wobble. Though he wasn't sure about the psychopath part of it, but that probably wouldn't add to the conversation if he challenged it. He wasn't sure about what parts she thought he was lying about, but another question he avoided asking not sure if he could ask it without making things worse. But he did stop himself from tailing off when he registered the comment about accusing her of lying, and how she was clearly pissed about it. Then... she left.

Hunter unsure what else to do took another sip of his whiskey, collapsed on his back in the sand, and just laid there. "Fuck Nuggets." He muttered with his hair in the sand. Yet again, he has driven someone away because of his over reaction. Nigel made his way over soon after, that was nice. He was nice. Also pretty. He tried to take his whiskey from him, which was less nice, but Hunter only responded with "No mine..." As he hugged it to his chest, not realizing he had spilled what couple sips were left on his uniform. Then promptly taking a sip, only to seem confused. "Huh..." He said, now convinced he already finished his drink. "Okay..." He said passing the empty cup to Nigel.

Hunter laid down in the sand, not sure what to think or do in the moment, maybe Nigel would know something, he was a teacher or something like one? "I... I don't think... I did that right." There were a lot of flaws in his plan to be fair. "I... I think she thought... I was accusing her of lying... was only trying to help." What Hunter failed to mention to Nikki was that Lucy lacked a choice in the matter, or a choice is most any matter. "I was... actually concerned... I thought she... I don't know... and I think I fucked it up. Again... They may take me to the town center and shoot me for that..." Though it hadn't been brought up for some time, the thought of him being shot or executed was still on his mind. The first impression, and off hand comments about command made him keep that in his mind for way too long at this point. "...if they do that can you make sure they don't kill Izibell? Maddoc said he wouldn't, and I believe him on that part... But anything can happen." He felt as if he could just sleep on the sand here. And was half tempted to. It wouldn't be the worst place he slept. "God... society is fucking harder then I thought it would be... it sucks." Still keeping his hair in the sand.

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: L11 (kettles --> Bar)
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Manny smiled when Paint it Black showed it's head, promptly lead by Thana. Alexander was also enjoying it as well. "It seems like a good memory to keep if you ask me." That was why times like these were important. For creating memories, and showing the best of their old memories. "She sings beautifully. Even better in person." He also managed a wave back when she gave the two old men a bit of attention. It was sweet, and helped to make things even more relaxing. She eventually left the stage to relax, though he wondered if she was sore and in pain still. The injuries she received were far from minor.

Alexander talking about how their needs have changed now that they arrived here amused Manny. "Oh, there is plenty of things to do. We were told if we can make enough credit here we can get our own place? Well imagine this, I set up a house here, and in the basement is where I set up a new dentistry. So then I get to go to all the poor people scared to see a dentist and be like "That's right, just follow me into my dark creepy basement" and then it turns out to be just fine and they realize that I am not that scary. Though the looks on their faces will be a bit funny." Manny still loved his jokes from time to time. Alexander did end up leaving for a bit, saying he would be back. Manny gave him a brief wave as he left, taking note of Nikki and Hunter having a falling out. He wasn't sure what happened, but his money was on the boy for doing something stupid.

Manny, noticing that Nigel had gone over to the Hunter to figure out his side of things, Manny saw it appropriate to also see what he could do to help. Walking over to the bar, he found himself a seat a few spots over from Nikki. "Boys. They can be total idiots sometimes. Even at their best, they find some way to be stupid about it." That in Manny's mind was very true. Even when he was a boy he managed to make some rather stupid choices. Many almost landing him in jail. "My name's Manny. Not sure we've had the chance to meet yet." Now, where Manny did know a decent amount about guys, he had a very limited understanding of woman. So he decided that if she wasn't open to him being present, he could leave. If she didn't mind, maybe he could help? Who knew.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: L11 (Beach party --> kettles)
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Manny knew that Alexander would be there for him. But it felt good to have his friend here now. His hand on his shoulder was a relief, and it felt like a pressure had been taken off him that he couldn't get rid of before. Manny got the idea behind the old Vets nod. He understood. You don't live to be this old unless you can learn to understand these things. Especially now. Trying to move onto less depressing things, Manny went with Alexander to get some food. Grabbing bits and pieces for himself Manny prepared a simple meal. Though as having the pasta before he didn't need much. He even chuckled a bit when Alexander placed the shrimp in his mouth. He's not too sure why he thought it was funny, maybe it was enjoying life despite what the world outside carried.

Listening to Thana sing was something else entirely. The tapes didn't even begin to show what she could do. "Yeah, it seems it is already paying off." Yes, it was hard to think about those who had been lost. But it was a great to see the world that they helped set up for those who had made it. By helping to make this place, helping those who made it to get here, and to build a sustainable future. "It's moments like these that make life worth living. It helps to think that everything we went through was worth it. Moments like this... Make it worth it." Manny was feeling optimistic, even with all the stuff that team Eden had gone through, it had finally paid off. Though he had to wonder, was everything done and over with? With this new chapter of life were they going to face challenges greater then before? Or a whole new different set of challenges that they would have to get used to. He figured the later, but only time would tell.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: L11 (Booze spot) --> Kettles
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Hunter was overall having a good time. Though as he would have to figure out soon, that despite the many rules in CMB, there didn't seem to be any Dramshop Laws. Or anything of the like. Or if there was one, it was at a much later point then what Hunter was at. Which in this moment, the soldier boy didn't care. It helped forget those who died, those who left. And in his mind that was perfect. "Thanks..." He spoke to Ada with the cup of whiskey. His voice in a slightly lower tone, and the words slower to speak. Hunter got up from his seat swaying a bit with each step as he made his way over to where food was being served. Taking a couple sips of his now fourth drink of the night he stumbled his way over to Nikki, stopping just in time to not let himself fall to the ground. Lots of music was playing at the moment, it was familiar but it sounded off. A cover maybe? Broken speaker? He wasn't sure. He didn't care much either.

Hunter when he finally stopped and balanced himself took a deep breath and began speaking. "You are so... Nice... and pretty..." He said to Nikki struggling getting his words at a steady pace but at least speaking clearly. Enough. "Like... Prolly... The nicest person I have talked to since Lucy. Lucy was nice and pretty too... But she dead now..." He took a sip of his whiskey, not sure if he was trying to remember or forget. "She was like... The closest to loving someone I have ever... been with... You remind me of her..." turned to face her better, but his sense of balance was questionable at best. "She didn't like me back though... She... pretended to... but she didn't like me back... She only pretended... because Don told her too..." He broke eye contact again to take another sip of his drink. "I don't know if Don liked me or not." He haphazardly made eye contact with Nikki again. "You remind me a lot of Lucy... DO you... Only pretend to like me? Because Maddoc said to? or the General Said too?" The question seemed legitimate, and there was clear concern on his face as if the answer held all sorts of emotional weight. "If so that makes sense why they took the weapons... Because who wants the psychopath armed and pissed about being lied and toyed with? I sure wouldn't...." He gaze trailed off again. At this moment he seemed stressed and upset. But in his head, he wasn't sure how he felt. This place felt... "Too perfect..." He spoke, not realizing his thoughts were not in his head.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: L11 (Beach party!)
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It was nice to see that Alexander was doing okay. It seemed that even though the change was overall good, it was still a lot to take in at once. "It sure is one hell of a view. Didn't think I would see one like it again before coming here." The Vet had been thinking, and had opened up a bit to the retired dentist. About those they lost, those that left, those who were gone before all of this went down. "Almost seems unfair at times. That we're the ones who get to make it this far." He stopped for a moment. Unsure how to continue. This was odd for Manny, normally he could always think of something to say. The ability to speak made things a lot easier to think, a lot easier to cope, a lot easier to figure things out. "I'm sure that those who aren't here now though would be glad to know we made it though. I would be if the roles were reverse, and those that I cared for made it. Even if I didn't... It... it helps to think that they would have wanted us to make it this far... and to make the most out of what we have now." Being twice widowed, once before the world fell, and once after, he wanted to believe that they both would have wanted him to make it this far. Even though if given the chance, he would gladly take their places so that they could be here.

Alexander was right though. "Yeah just... got to keep moving." Manny despite being an overall calm and collective person, who could try and see the good in almost any situation, struggled now. Things for the first time in years finally felt normal, giving a chance to realize how fucked up the last few years have been. Just how many people didn't make it so far. His composure was starting to struggle, seeing Alexander open up a bit more helped down that road as well. "Yeah um... food... food sounds good..." He wasn't actually hungry. But anything to help work past this would help right now.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: L11 (Booze spot)
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Hunter believed that for his age, he had many skills. He could handle a large array of firearms with relative ease, he could make things burn and explode for the hell of it, and he knew how to survive all 3 different kinds of bear encounters. Though some are prettier then others. As a tip, Polar bears will fucking kill you, no questions asked, they know no peace. But as they were in Florida, he had little reason to worry about Polar Bears. What he did have to worry about was one of his more lacking skill sets. Human interactions. It didn't help things that he showed himself to be an anti social asshole on his first day here, way to go Hunter. And it didn't help that the booze were the main thing giving him confidence and motivation to tough through this. Sure, the beach was pretty, sure there were some nice people, but this was a lot for someone who hadn't even seen another human being for months prior to a week ago. And those people were kinda sucky at best.

To get things going, the first girl he had tried to be nice with seemed to hate him for some reason. Amelia he was pretty sure her name was. He couldn't get why she hated him though. Did she know him from some of the darker parts of his past? He wasn't a fan of the dirty looks she had towards him, but couldn't blame her that much there. Poor start to things and all. But that thought could be let go, as the girl she spent a lot of time with came over and walked her away without much for words. He wondered what their relationship was. Siblings? Close friends? Fellow survivors? He made a mental note to figure out how to read people in social situations better. Checking for weapons or tricks? He has done that sure. But social standards? To hell with them, he probably burned the book. Then the other girl, Lisa, talked to Thalia a bit, and to his surprise helped convince Ada to give him some more drinks. "Thank you." He said calmly to Ada. "Thank you." He repeated to Lisa. He decided that maybe she was decent too, Though he didn't like her pointing out the reasoning. Hunter hated seeming weak to others.

Then came IronMan Woman. Seeming slow to answer his response at first. Probably was a bit too personal of him to ask, but she seemed like one of the more interesting people here. She pointed to one of the very old guys, and to Thana, the woman who seems connected to everything here. "A fucking... power saw?" He had heard a lot of crazy things over the years. Seen a lot of Crazy things. Has done a lot of Crazy Things. But that definitely made the list of at least top 15. He could decide later where at. He wondered what he could do in that situation. Would he be able to cut his own arm off with his axe? No... probably no. He would need to find another way, and it may not be quick enough. Pros and cons to having people travel with you he guessed. Right when he was thinking he started understanding this woman, she started going feral. Sounded like something over shrimp. "I mean.... not a huge fan myself... but go right at it." He didn't mind the dead fish things much, but there were definitely others he preferred.

Nigel was a bit more of a grounded person so talking to him was a bit easier. Even though that is kind of a hypocritical want from Hunter. "She'll for the most part be inside except if she is with me. And even then... Restricted like hell." He understood the reasoning, it didn't mean he had to like it. Granted if it was his choice, he would set up some kind of scrap yard dog park outside the walls and live an open life. Try and fake the old days and all that. He seemed upset about the other Monroe leaving for bed rest. Beer should help with that though. "Just keep drinking. It helps when they leave." Not specifying who They were. Finishing his current drink though he did nod as Ada offered another drink. "If you're offering then yeah..." Booze helped forget those who had died, and those who had left.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: L11 (Beach party!)
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The camp fire talk was something special. Shears was a good conversationalist, Alexander seemed happier then Manny had seen him since knowing him, and Manny didn't have to walk around with his shotgun over his shoulder or in his hands to feel comfortable. Though he would love to have access to it in case of an emergency, or to pick up target shooting again, he understood the reasoning why he didn't have it now though. Manny did let out a bit of a laugh to Alexander's reply to the hair change recommendation. "I'm not ratting you out. Just think of it like... Setting you up for a great story for later. Or an explanation." As he spoke his idea, his hand moved in a circle fashion as if he was thinking of a good way to give out his joke. Before too long Shears left to go get a drink at the bar. Manny had no plans on drinking tonight, he was getting old and old age was already catching up to him in uncomfortable ways. Last thing he needed was to have a few drinks to trick him into thinking he was a lot younger then he actually was.

When Dungeon and Dragons was brought up, Manny was about as useless as a brain dead goldfish. "Can't say I can help you clarify." He spoke to the old Vet. "I knew people that used to play, they didn't seem like the Devil Worshiping kind of people. Nerds. Yes. Absolute nerds." He left out the part where he picked on those kids from time to time, though it didn't really get popular until he had grown past that phase of his life. Though even as an adult he found it a silly game. He did wonder about the ways he could keep busy in his free time. Though they did have a library here. He took a moment to see all the kids running around on the beach with their sparklers. God what it would be like to do that again. Then it occurred to him, those would probably be the kids he would be teaching from time to time. He was also able to take note of Alexander who had found himself focused out onto the ocean side. "Hey, how are you doing?" He didn't show concern when asking. It was meant as a simple, informative question. He didn't want to make Alexander feel like he had to share more then he wanted to.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: L11 (Booze spot)
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The bar seemed to be a very active place. At this moment, there seemed to be more people at the bar then there had been with any group he had been with since his unit fell apart. It was.... uncomfortable to say the least for the soldier boy. God... there were so many people here... For the longest bit he had trouble keeping track of who was coming and going. This would take a lot of getting used to. He almost didn't notice when Nigel started talking to him. But thankfully Hunter had at least some trust for the man, so he dedicated some attention to him. "Izibel? She's doing good. Probably annoyed that I had to drop her off in our room. But otherwise good." She probably would have liked the scrap yard. Nice, open, other dogs. An overall nice place. Adelaide brought up the point right about then about not knowing what he could handle. But he accepted the beer with a smile and a simple "Thank you." He took a few sips from it as if he was drinking a soda, a few big gulps and then set it down. Hunter in his mind thought he could drink a decent amount and stay functional. In the early days? Maybe. He was still at a starved weight though. Drinking would be an adventure here. "Adelaide? After this mind if I get something a bit stronger?" He tried his best to be polite. He was new here, and offered booze. Plus, you never wanted to piss off the person making your drinks. But he did laugh a little at Adelaide teased Nikki about her drink. Hunter found all sorts of things funny.

He turned his attention back to Nigel. "How are things going on your end? Anything crazy or interesting?" He liked Nigel. Figured he was someone that would be good to be friends with, apparently he knew his way with a sword too, meaning if things broke down inside the walls, he could probably hold his own in an unarmed fight. Not a bad place to be in. He caught Nikki going off to get some food he guessed. "I'll catch up with you in a bit." "This is a lot and I need to distract myself from the stress" he almost added. He almost added that this place still stressed him out, being unarmed was stressful, and so many people were stressful. She didn't like hearing much negative about this place. He didn't blame her, but that didn't change his mindset on it. So, liquid courage! "Adelaide, if possible make it a double." Booze helped. He did take note of more locals coming and going. Some stayed, some left. He also noticed the one armed girl who now had a hand that seemed like it came out of an Iron Man comic. Iron Pirate? He was pretty sure her name was Thalia. "Mind if I ask what happened to the arm?" He had met many people who had lost limbs. But most died of infection, being unable to adapt physically, or being unable to adapt mentally. Granted, he wasn't sure it was something he could do either if it came up. Maybe she was born without the arm? Also possible.

He didn't realize he had gone through his drink until he went to take another sip and it was gone. He looked at his empty drinking container with a look of sadness. "Damn..." Not the worst problem in the world though, he figured that the worst problem would be running out of bullets. Then he thought about it, he had no bullets now. And no booze. Though he didn't let that concern as much as he did the lack of booze alone. Letting his attention wonder back over to Nikki, he would make his way over and try to figure things out more with her after a few more drinks.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: L11 (Beach party!)
Skills: N/A

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Manny was enjoying this party. It reminded him of the casual conversations he would have with his patients (As he told them their gums were bleeding because they didn't floss enough). He enjoyed the little spectacle between Alexander and Shears as they talked about dying the old vet's hair all sorts of crazy colors. What he also liked to hear, Shears was open to helping Manny out to make him seem like his best self, in exchange for a decent cleaning. Though he would need to get his hands on some gear again, though for cleanings that wouldn't require too much. "Got it, thanks for pointing me in the right Direction." He said to Shears. Manny honestly would love the chance to get back into his field. Sure, education seemed fun, but he had also devoted most of his life to his work. He probably wouldn't need to have anything on the scale of what he had years ago, years ago he was prepared to see thousands of people through the year. Now? 300 people, twice or three times a year? He could do that in a small back room, and a small space to sort out papers at. In all likelihood, wouldn't even need someone to help with paperwork, appointments, or someone to handle cleanings in case he was busy on something that needed more special attention.

So maybe both could work? Dental work wouldn't take up too many days in the week. He could probably hit his weekly quota for people to see in a day if they were all back to back. "I'll go and talk to her tomorrow about that. Tonight it's time to relax a little." Though dental work for him was relaxing, he understood that others would not see it that way. He took note of two of the girls from Quarantine leaving to go dance to a nice slow song that was playing. He thought it was really sweet, and it made him happy to see people feel so comfortable and relaxed here. "Maybe she's just shy? She might just need some time to adjust. Some people adjust to their environment quicker then others." Though many people here probably got that idea. Most people who had been apart of an organized group have seen how some struggle to get used to things being semi normal again.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: M9 --> L11 (Booze spot)
Skills: N/A

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Hunter returning from dropping off Izibel in their new home had taken a moment to think about what Nikki had said to him about the used bags of shit. "I mean I see the logic, but damn. We are literally talking used bags of shit. I get it... But damn." It wasn't the end of the world, there were worse things to be concerned about. When she added the comment about how lonely his ideal setup for settling down seemed, he thought about it a bit more. "Yeah, guess it is lonely." He didn't pay too much mind to it. If the last few years showed him anything, it was that most people in his life had either left him, used him, or stabbed him in the back. He figured that is why he didn't see other people as apart of his ideal settling down plan. Sure, there were always exceptions, but figuring them out was another thing. "Not sure if this is what I would call ideal for settling down. Sure, it's not bad by any means. But it's... drastically different then what I grew up with. And so..." He didn't have a good word for it. Not one Nikki would like anyways. "Whatever I guess. Times change. It's not a bad place though." Despite these words, he still had trouble seeing that. He had seen places before that seemed perfect and nice, even by his old life standards. Only to turn out to be all some trick.

Arriving at the beach was something very different for the Soldier Boy. It was a wide open space, that seemed to peak into the entire world. The large sunset lit ocean was something that Hunter couldn't even Imagine though any of his adventures. It was huge, and went on forever. Thinking to his old home that seemed big enough to get lost in, this was big enough to see everything. At first, he was in awe looking onto the sight. He got nervous looking around, it was wide open... he could be seen from everywhere... he was exposed.... but he kept looking at it... everything was. This was more or less what regular life was before wasn't it? He had barely noticed Nikki trailing ahead of him. He had stopped completely when he entered the beach. He got something about music and swimming, but in his moment of taking in the beach he had sadly missed a lot of it and felt a bit bad about that. "That sounds fun." He said with a totally strait face catching up to Nikki.

At the mention of a drink Hunter was game for whatever. Once the Chaos of the early days was over drinking became a common thing among the survivors of his unit. Some to drown the pain, others to celebrate making it this far. But there was more then enough alcohol to go around. Hunter saw Nikki ask for something, but his ability to pay attention was hindered by the view. "Can I have..." He had to stop and think. Was this something under the ration currency rules too? Could he afford it? Damn. He wasn't sure. But fuck it, party time right?"Something strong, but nothing to make me pass out." He wanted to keep some of his wit about him. Even though he was relaxing more, he wanted to always be ready for anything.

Though, a little relaxing and intoxication never hurt anyone? So why should it cause any problems for the Soldier Boy?

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman

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Location: L11 (Beach party!)
Skills: N/A

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Manny was finding the people here very interesting. Shears seemed to handled more then just hair, which made sense, but it gave him a better understanding of labor distribution. "Dominoes could be fun. I'll have to take you up on that offer at some point." Another thing Manny would have to learn, he played when he was a teenager, but as much of his teenage years consisted of who could outrun who when the police decided to get involved they weren't a thing he picked up when he decided to become a doctor. He wondered what kinds of pasts everyone here had. Manny, a Greaser turned doctor, Alexander, a soldier turned radio operator. It was amazing what kind of paths people went on to get them all to this one place.

That didn't stop Manny from taking note of Alexander's comment about pink hair dye. "I think you would pull it off rather well if I do say so myself." He followed it up with a casual shrug and a smile. "But what do I know, I never worked hair before." While Alexander talked more to the girls from Quarantine, he turned his own attention back to Shears. "If I can get my hands on supplies, don't suppose you'll be up to a dental checkup in exchange for a nice haircut?" Hygiene was very important to the old dentist, but as he lacked much in terms of local currency, he figured a little bartering to help neaten himself up so he was ready to take on this new world wouldn't hurt. "Hair's clean, but it isn't pretty for sure." Even though he didn't like to admit it, appearance meant a lot in many professional work environments. A dentist with bad teeth? Gives bad impressions, a soldier who seems deathly ill, gives bad impressions, a short basket ball player, gives a poor impression. A musician who is deaf? gives bad impressions. Even if they are great at what they do, unless they are the very best, with a reputation to back them, appearance was a great way to get a step into the door. Hence, no leather jacket for the Dentist anymore.

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Private Hunter James Monroe

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Location: O9 --> M9 (Outside Condo --> Inside Condo --> Outside Condo)
Skills: N/A

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The more Hunter learned of this place, the more he questioned it. "So in basics... You handed me... Used bags of shit?" He seemed genuinely confused, and concerned by this. Sure, Hunter came in smelling like shit, maybe had some on him, and grew up in the mud, but reusing bags of shit seemed to be where his line was. "It... It seems like it would be easier to have someone go around with like... a pooper scooper and a bucket every afternoon." Something like that made sense to the former soldier boy. But now, using the bags seemed a bit gross to him. But he shrugged it off, and moved on. They wanted to use their time on reusing bags of shit, all the power to them.

Nikki did call him out on his little side track there. "What can I say, dogs and guns? That's the life. The only thing short of it being perfect then would be a comfortable place to settle down." Despite Hunter rarely staying in any place for long since the world ended, he wasn't against the idea of settling down. He just never found anywhere he liked enough Or found himself lonely. Here? He's not lonely that's for sure. But... He wasn't sure if this place could be somewhere to settle down. It felt confined, heavily restrictive, and overall cramped compared to what he grew up with. His family property being big enough for the main family house, a double wide trailer for his grandparents, a rather big yard, and the scrap yard itself with it's work building. None of it was in amazing condition, or high quality, but it was spacial and had a ton of freedom to move around. Though he would do his best to make this place work, he still couldn't see himself living out the rest of his days here.

He was sad to hear that so many people here couldn't enjoy the sweetness and love Izibel had to offer. Some were scared for legitimate reasons, some would get sick, and others had other reasons. The walk between the buildings was nice short cut, a good way to get things moving along. It was nice to know he wouldn't get in trouble for that in most cases. "Wait? only your third? Are you counting different beaches or... Trips? Because you live on a beach front." He smiled as he spoke, in a light joking tone to help keep things positive. "So was there a huge haul from external supplies? That sounds fun. Was there a found mall untouched or something? Or is that a need to know thing again." He understood why need to know was a thing, but it didn't mean he had to like it.

When Nikki offered to to go up to his room with him to drop off Izibel he polity turned her down. "No I wont be too long..." He gets his girl back, and now after a few moments with her, he had to bring her inside. He took his dog upstairs to his Condo, fumbling the key from the worn camouflage uniform, and taking her inside. Not knowing what to expect from the roommates yet, he brought Izibel to his room, dropped her off giving her a good head rub, then a hug. "I'll be back soon girl." Seeing that she was safe before, he felt better about leaving her now. She should be safe. He left her in the room, eventually walking back out to Nikki. "Ready to go?" He asked ready to see the beach.