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[emmxthanson]

Do you (or did you) have a crush on Fleet? If not, do you have a crush on anyone at the moment?

No, I never have or currently have a crush on Fleet. Our on screen relationship was the closest we ever came to even having "feelings" for each other. We're just good friends.

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Emmit was still kind of learning his lay of the land. For the most part, he knew where everything was but he still occasionally got himself turned around. Like right now. He was supposed to be dropping off something at the kitchens and even though that was literally the first place Fleet took him when he got here, for the life of him, he couldn't quite remember how to get there. He just remembered it was in the community center but even then, it felt like a ginormous place. So as he walked in he noticed a woman asleep at the tables and gently approached. Either she was actually asleep or she was just relaxing. "Umm, excuse me," he asked gently, only to instantly feel guilty as she poked her head up and he realized she had been sleeping. Whoops.

Emmit gave her an awkward smile and wave. "Hi....didn't mean to wake you....would you mind telling me which way the kitchens is? I'm still trying to figure that out myself and I can't remember if it's right or left."

location: redwood - open starter

Marley sleep schedule was mess-up good, like real good, her bed was almost never used. So to still function and not become a zombie before its time, Marley was taking a lot of naps. The only problem was where she was taking them, apparently always at the wrong place or at the wrong moment. Still sleepy, Marley woke up with a confused face. "What did you say?" She asked the person in front of her, not sure, barely recognizing them for the moment. 'Wrong place again?' she thought, taking a minute to remember where she was.

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Emmit kept his lips pinched as he swayed backwards and forwards just a hair in either direction. Zack seemed very formal, very business. Rigid. Structured. A vast contrast from Fleet. It was curious that Fleet would be with someone who wasn't as free and fantastical as Fleet but, then again, this could be a very good thing. Fleet always needed someone to ground him. Pull him back before he got too carried away. He was starting to like Zack more and more - outside of being intimidated by the daunting man who really held his fate in his hands currently. "Right," he acknowledged, keeping his hands clasped in front of him and appearing as composed as he could be.

The studious gaze of Zack as he took him in wasn't foreign to him at all. By no means did Emmit appear to be any sorts of intimidating figure. Emmit, himself, was just as shocked by his survival this long as Zack probably was. "Uh, well.....Vancouver, actually. That's where my husband and I were when everything happened. Then we left and headed South to find any survivor colonies - our house was running out of supplies and there was no way we were going to make it if we stayed there. We found one and were there for a while further northwest of here....I think it was in what used to be Illinois? But we left when the guy in charge started to get a little totalitarian. We were heading to the coast to settle down, just the two of us...sorry, three of us." He paused to eye Jean who was sitting happily in his bag in the corner, napping away without a care in the world. "About a week or so ago he got bit so then it became just me and Jean. I saw smoke not far off so I followed it and that's how I wound up here."

Present. Like Zack was a school teacher calling attendance. After a few heartbeats Emmit stood up as well, though he made no attempt to move towards Zack. Zack took note of the hesitation in his speech, the nervous fidgeting with narrowed eyes, before he spoke up again.

"Vetting process is right. This ain't an audition. We're trying to assess you." Zack stayed put where he was, feeling the coldness of the door bars up against his back as he stared at the newcomer, eyes straying over his body as he appraised him. Fleet was the one who'd spotted him outside the walls and brought him in, who'd vouched for Emmit. Judging by the nervous fidgeting, either Emmit was naturally anxious, high-strung by having been outside shortly ago, or he wasn't sure how much Fleet's words guaranteed him a spot in town.

"Let's start at the beginning. Where did you come from, and how did you get here?" Zack's gaze moved from Emmit's body back to his gaze, fixing him. "How did you manage to survive long enough to make it to Redwood?"

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What are your feelings on Fleet? Is it nice to have a friend from the past in Redwood, or is it painful?

My feelings about Fleet are mostly good. Always have been. And yeah, it's very nice to have a friend here. Most of the "painful" memories are pretty numb at this point because it's been YEARS since they've happened and I made my peace with them a long time ago. So yeah, I'm pretty excited.

@fleetsummers

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Do you think you will be okay?

Relatively and given the world? Yeah, I think I will be. At some point. For now. It's a day by day occurrence so we'll see how that feeling is later.

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Do you think you lived a good life?

I think I had some good moments, some so-so moments and moments I wish I could change. But doesn't everyone, really?

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How are you coping with your loss? Are you doing okay?

Ask me again in a few weeks and I'll maybe have a better answer for you.

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Emmit was pretty sure he had taken a few wrong turns on his way to the clinic. That seemed stupid and silly, considering that you could walk in a giant circle around the perimeter of this place but he had been on his way to the clinic for his final intake check up - although he wound up at the laundromat and then the Beckett Farm. How embarrassing! But one of the guys finally gave him seemingly good directions and he walked in the opposite direction and finally - well, thankfully - found the clinic. Hopefully he wasn’t late and the doctor lady wasn’t made for making her wait.

He walked up the steps and stepped in, head poking in first. “Hello?” he called out, waiting for a response. There wasn’t one at first but then he spotted a young, handsome looking man sitting inside. That wasn’t the doctor lady. Hearing that she wasn’t even there yet made him feel a bit better - unless she had been going to find him in which case then yeah, he should feel terrible. “I was supposed to come here for a final check up thing,” he explained, stepping further inside and sitting down nearby but not next to the stranger. “If you don’t mind the company, of course,” he replied as he settled in his chair. “I’m Emmit, by the way,” he introduced, holding up an awkward hand and waving.

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location: clinic

Maybe I should've brought a book. Words Ares would have never thought until a couple of weeks ago. While Ares had left the clinic quite a bit ago, he still found himself there often enough for his regular check-ups. That, sometimes, also meant waiting, because the docs were busy elsewhere. Which was the case now.

Occupying himself with fiddling with the cane, Ares worked through what the doctor had told him last time, so his mind wouldn't run empty and fill up. His breathing was good. No infections. The wound was healing up nicely. He needed to come in every two to three days to change the dressing. Keep up the exercises, don't overstrain-

Something moved at the entrance and Ares raised his head, thinking it might be Renee, though he quickly realized it wasn't. "Oh, hey. If you're looking for the doc, she's out right now. Don't know when she's coming back, but probably shouldn't be long." He was pretty sure he'd never seen the guy before. Another new person? "Wanna wait together? It gets pretty boring when you're alone."

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Emmit was pleasantly surprised with what Redwood had to offer. Impressed, really. While not his first settlement, this seemed the most well maintained one he had ever seen. It was so….normal. Like, eerily so. It was almost like they were at some summer camp, but maybe a bit more practical. He liked it. The last one he had been in was too militarized. Redwood, though? It seemed like an actual home. Darian would have loved it.

Much like any civilization, people had jobs and it seemed Emmit was lucky enough to land two. It would be nice - keeping busy, helping out where he could, giving back. After all, they were letting him stay there. It was the least he could do. Today’s task was to learn about this supermarket he would be helping out with and what he would be doing. Beth seemed incredibly nice and was doing a fantastic job of making sure he knew the total ins and outs of this place. Some of the items in there he was surprised to find still existed. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw a chessboard, even if it was missing a few pieces.

They were now in the back and he was stuffing his hands in his pockets. “No, I think that’s actually a brilliant idea,” he agreed. “I could keep a log of what comes in and goes out and that way you can keep a more detailed list of what is in here. That makes sense to me.”

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It was so great to have someone else handling the market floor. Beth would happily remain in the back; organizing, labeling and tracking stock as it passed into and out of storage.

She'd walked Emmit through the extremely basic front of house setup - the barter system, tracking what came in and went out. It wasn't a complex subject. Now they were in the back, the expanse of cement floor and rolling shelves where Beth could fixate as much as she wished.

"In a perfect world, I'd have you sit down with me every night to update inventory." She gestured with her clipboard and chuckled at herself. "But I understand that's a Me Thing. You won't be held to that."

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Emmit was sitting on the cot in the precinct, his back against the wall and his legs laid out in front of him. This was a weird turn of events but according to Fleet, this was customary so he was he to say what was weird and what wasn't? Fleet seemed pretty sure that it was temporary and he had nothing to worry about but still, he was a bit ancy. Hence the bouncing of his foot to an imaginary rhythm in his head.

He heard the door open and looked up to see a ruggedly handsome man strut through the door. Damn. Just.... Damn. "Present," he spoke, taking a moment to figure out if he should stand up or stay sitting down. Sitting down was rude, but also standing up could be seen as too aggressive? He wasn't sure which the man would take it so he opted to stand while smoothing out the front of his very dirty clothes just as he opened the door and stepped in with him.

Zack Astor. Oh thank God. Fleet had told him about his boyfriend and since this was seemingly him, Emmit felt a bit better about his chances here. "He did, yes," he said, noticing the lack of pleasantries. His fingers danced nervously together in front of him as he took in Zack, "there's a vetting process....or I guess an audition. Which I'm guessing is why you're here. I'll answer whatever you have questions about."

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location: precinct

Another new person. As if the Daybreakers had opened the floodgates and driven every everybody in the vicinity to the gates of Redwood. Zack was wary of it being to their advantage. He'd been stringent with who joined the Wolves, and Redwood seemed more lax in that regard. That was one of the reasons he was insistent on talking to the newcomer.

Although this one was already a bit different. He'd already been vouched for. Pretty adamantly so.

"Emmit, right?" Zack regarded the figure in the cell for a second. Not too small, but thin, almost a bit scrawny. He didn't look like he depended on muscle to get through the world. "Zack Astor. From the Redwood council." Zack opened the cell door to step inside and leaned against it to close it. He didn't smile, or extend his hand for greeting. "I'm sure Fleet told you about me, and how we do things around here."

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Name: Emmit Hanson Age: 34 Community Job: Teacher & Supermarket Keeper Job Before: Former Actor, Retired Reside in: Small home close to the Supermarket How long have they been in Redwood?: Newly Arrived Family: Darian (Husband, deceased), Jean (cat) Status: Widower Faceclaim: Chris Colfer

From an early age, Emmit wanted to be a star. He loved music, he loved movies and he loved plays. When he was five his mother took him to see Les Miserables and he was head over little tiny Converse shoes in love with the lights and the show business. While his mother was incredibly supportive and did her best to get her son into acting lessons and music lessons, his dad was a real man’s man. When Emmit was eight his father left, having moved to Florida from Vancouver, but not before leaving signed divorce papers on the kitchen counter. Honestly, Emmit was fine with that. He never really got along with his dad so it was no skin off his back. His mother was worried, though, and had put him in counseling to work through his father leaving but even the therapist said that Emmit was a well-adjusted kid.

In middle school he got the star role in his first production. It was almost too perfect. Every production after he was either the lead or one of the main cast. The older he grew the more he started to really develop who he was and discovered his sexuality. To the surprise of no one, really, Emmit came out his freshman year of high school as gay. For the first few weeks he was bullied about it but much like the kid he was, he didn’t let it get to him. He was a tough kid and no one was going to get to him. After a while they gave up. It also helped that he became one of the most influential people in the Drama Club and his senior year, he was scouted by a talent agent who landed him in a few small movie roles.

Now Emmit loved the spotlight and he loved the movie business but eventually the fame started to become a bit too much. He took a break from acting to help with his mother who had suffered a heart attack. That’s when he met the handsome nurse who had been tending to his mom, Darian. The two hit it off rather quickly, although Emmit was somewhat new to relationships. Well, real relationships. He found joy in the romance and the dating and the sweet little things. They dated for a few years until Darian finally popped the question. The engagement was a lot shorter as they married in five months. Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

People were starting to come in sick and Darian had been working overtime at the hospital to help out. Emmit, having left the spotlight to support his husband, had been at home watching the news. That’s how he learned about the zombie outbreak. He quickly called the hospital to make sure Darian was okay. He was - thankfully. Darian came home and immediately the two began to plan on how to survive this. For a few months, everything was okay, but as the world changed and began to shut down, they knew they had to move. They couldn’t just hunker down and wait for everything to be okay. So they packed a few bags and began their trek South into the States after hearing about survivor settlements. Eventually they found a small group that had been out hunting for their settlement and they took Darian and Emmit in. Everything was great, but eventually the settlement fell apart. The leaders were getting a little too totalitarian for their liking. So they left. Darian had a plan - they were going to head to the coast, find an ocean side property and build their own life together where they could grow old together. At least, that was the plan. A few weeks ago while on the road, Darian got bit by a Walker. Emmit stayed with him until he transitioned and when he did, he put him out of his misery. Now on his own, Emmit didn’t know what to do so he figured he would head further South and live the dream that he and Darian always wanted.

Headcanons:

Despite being quite adamant that his father leaving didn’t bother him, the more it bothered him. He never told his mother this but he tried reaching out to his dad a few times - once on his sixteenth birthday and once to invite him to his wedding. Both times his father never answered. 

A month before Darian was bitten, Darian found a young cat and gave him to Emmit as a gift. Emmit named him Jean. He was the last gift Darian ever gave him.

He has Darian’s and his wedding rings on his necklace and never goes anywhere without them.

Some of his more notable roles were in Music Camp as Kurt McKay for all six seasons, two seasons of Boston Hot as Tony Marks, Eye of the Storm as Carson Hale and Absolutely Gorgeous as Corey Dawes.

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