[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00aeef]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/33/16/fe/3316fe559f13dd3bbefa84bd6e602b5e.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[center][b]Location:[/b] Quarantine
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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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. "[color=00aeef]Okay Doc, lets get this over with. I don't handle the stress of waiting as well as I used to.[/color]" 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. "[color=00aeef]Thank you Doc, thank you Miss Mary. That was much better then I remember it being.[/color]" Manny said with a humble smile on his face. Redressing he left to join with the others. "[color=00aeef]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.[/color]" At that moment he wasn't talking to anyone in particular, just trying to set a calming mood.


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00a651]Private Hunter James Monroe[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://imagesvc.timeincapp.com/v3/mm/image?url=https%3A%2F%2Fewedit.files.wordpress.com%2F2016%2F07%2Fhacksaw-ridge-1.jpg%3Fw%3D612&w=1000&c=sc&poi=face&q=70[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[center][b]Location:[/b] Quarantine
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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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 [i]totally[/i] 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 [i]That[/i] 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. "[color=00a651]Let's just make this fast and easy alright? Not a fan of being so...[/color]" He couldn't think of the word. He wanted to say vulnerable, but couldn't get the word out. "[color=00a651]Just... please lets get this over with...[/color]" 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.

[i]"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.[/i]

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. "[color=00a651]There's a fucking freeloader attached to my ear? Fucking give me a knife and I will deal with it myself.[/color]" 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. "[color=00a651]So... What do you got?[/color]" He asked not really sure what to expect. "[color=00a651]Surely it can't be too bad? We're still in the same room as the rest, meaning it's probably not deadly?[/color]" After he spoke he realized if she was stressed, his words may not help. "[color=00a651]...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.[/color]" 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.