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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Mess Hall Skills: N/A |
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From the sounds of it, Lisa had great plans to come up with creative ways to deal with walkers. He wasn't sure it was his cup of tea, but all the power to her. She did wish him luck on his way over so that was very nice of her. The conversation about D&D Manny held no luck in following. He had made little progress in understanding any of it, so when Amelia was ready to talk it was a rather big relief for the old dentist. "Glad to hear you're doing better. But don't worry too much, some dogs can be rather... Intimidating. So I can't blame anyone for being uncomfortable around them. Or more so in some cases." He tried to be reassuring but he wasn't the best at gauging his own words too well. "Personally my first day was good. Got to go on a boat. So that was cool. As for how things are going now, I think it's pretty good. Though Lisa, the woman I have been working with today is roommates with what I just learned was your work day partner. And when we noticed you here and not Nikki, we were wondering if everything's alright there? Not that I expect anything bad but we wanted to be sure everything is alright?" He was curious about where she was now, but first, he wanted to make sure that nothing had gone wrong other then the boy from quarantine being locked up.
Part way into his thoughts, it had occurred to him a severe mistake. "Oh, how rude of me. How has your first day gone so far? Other then the dog thing of coarse. What fun and exciting things have you been doing today?" He felt he should have opened with that more as it seemed like a more polite conversation etiquette to as prevent the conversation from being too one sided. He knew if he wasn't careful he would spiral and do nothing but ramble for a while if left to it. What he wasn't expecting was when Nigel, another man from quarantine to have something to ask about the situation. Manny never minded another person in the conversation, but it seemed there was some concern about the man's tone. "Oh he... Last I heard he got locked up. I don't really know the details going on there yet though." Manny didn't know the man too well, but he did remember that he had been with Hunter a bit the night before. Especially around the rather drunken moment of the night. Other then that, Manny didn't know a ton about the man in front of him.
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Hunter Monroe Location: Jail (AA) Cell BSkills:N/A |
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What happened from here was something closer to what he expected. Even if he had prompted it to go this way now. He held his tongue and let her say what she had to say. He stayed on his bed expressionless for a while listening to what she said. Some of it struck a nerve but it wasn't until she got to Izibell that he stood up. That struck him somewhere he wasn't ready to deal with yet. Partially because he felt it was true, partially because he felt the people running the place were not better in their ways of handling people, their mistrust, and there own threats. The lie part got to him a bit, but he knew there was no point in arguing it. He hadn't lied to her, Maddoc he had pushed things with but not Nikki. Though combined with his reaction, and his lack of caring response to his wording could be enough to push her. "If I wanted to die, I had the chance to do that more then once. And yet? I am still here." He said it in a rather flat tone. Though it was more of a partial truth. The chances were there a few times, and at more then one he had almost acted on them. The most recent being stopped by his meeting with Izibell. There was a lot of information he was struggling to follow. Some of it about the night before, some of it involving his attempted to start an apology earlier, though guessing from her reaction that seemed to cause more harm then good.
He stumbled to his bed after Nikki left. "I've been told." He said when Cage spoke about it. Hunter curled up on his bed and faced the wall trying to block out the world around him. He debating trying to ask Cage for something, but in the end just stayed where he was and tried to keep his mind semi focused on his own thoughts. He leaned over and grabbed the fork off his tray, most of the food still unfinished, and curled back over with both of his hands gripping the fork handle as if the fork meant everything to him and letting it go would be the end of the world. Again. Mostly, he wanted something to hold onto. Though he's not sure a fork was the best for it, his own options were limited. So fork it was.