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

But they all didn't seem too down by the situation at hand. That was a nice sight. Alexander brought up the idea that being a dentist people didn't strip down as much as they did for these checkups. "[color=00aeef]Nah, we undressed all the time. We had a shared shower room and everything. Some people preferred their teeth worked on naked as well. Granted most were old and losing their minds, but still.[/color]" His response was all absolute crap. He just wanted to see what kind of reaction his friend would have. "[color=00aeef]Which reminds me, if you ever want a checkup, let me know bud.[/color]" He said with a stereotypical smiling doctor fashion.

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

[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 --> Lice and Tick removal
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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Hunter was getting the vibe he wasn't liked. Despite the questions he asked he only got a simple name from the redhead. Amelia. He was pretty sure he asked more then that, but whatever. Making friends was hard, and with how things were going, it seemed many people had already made up their minds on him. Allies here, might not be possible. Chances are if he made allies, they would be with people he hasn't met yet. Though one man who came into the infected parasites group was nice enough to introduce himself. [color=00a651]Hunter. Nice to meet you Hadrian. Or... Nigel.[/color] Now he was confused on what name to use.

Before long another girl came into the mix. She seemed to know Amelia pretty well, and then proceed to sit by her. Now she seemed relaxed by this new girl. His best guess was close friends who had a lot of trust in each other. Now it was making sense to him, she already had someone she trusted in the room, so to her he didn't fit that gap. He'd need a new friend. But he wouldn't exclude her entirely from his thought process. But as things got moving again, some old dude came over with the TV set and put in a tape like that in his old school. Then came to life, a piece of his childhood that he thought had died many years ago. "[color=00a651]Holy Shit I love this show![/color]" He took his chair and got as close to the screen as he could. Despite the many ways he was forced to grow up fast, he was still very much a teenager at heart. And struggled a lot to grow up. And it showed.

After several minutes of ignoring everyone he saw the TV show get paused in favor of [i]Everyone in non green wrist bands needed to leave[/i]. "[color=00a651]....but I was watching that...[/color]" he would trail behind a little, but he would follow along without another word. He didn't need more people on his case then already were. In the treatment room as he guessed, it was a weird room that he had... no idea what it was for prior to the world ending. A fancy closet maybe? But it had a barber chair so that was cool. But it probably meant that a lot of these people with him had lice. Shaving was the easiest and safest way to get rid of lice. He could imagine how some people might not like that, though he personally didn't care if he had to. He would avoid it as a sense of self preservation, but overall if he had to, the army already did before so what if it does it again? So what. But he just had a tick. Fucking freeloader.