[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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Manny had gotten started on reading but didn't get too far before the door slammed open making him jump from his nice simple chair. "[color=00aeef]Holy Shit![/color]" He screamed as he jumped up. and dropped his book. He was not a fan of surprising loud noises, and he had gotten a little too into this book to really prepare for something like that. But it was worth it to see an older woman walk into the room with a cart full of various foods. Foods Manny thought he never would see or be able to try again. "[color=00aeef]Holy shit....[/color]" he said again, but in a more calm surprised then an outburst. He watched as the woman who called herself Mae introduced herself and presented the large assortment of food stuffs. 

Manny would wait for others to gather some food before he would grab some. When everyone else got their food, he would get himself a cup of coffee, some potatoes with gravy, and some seared fished. Once his plate was together he went up to Mae and Moralez to thank them both. "[color=00aeef]Thank you both very much for this. I don't think I've seen a meal like this sense...[/color]" He thought about it. Even before the outbreak, living alone presented few opportunities to do anything special such as making a decent meal like this. "[color=00aeef]Probably at least a year prior to things falling apart. So Thank you both very much. I'm Emanuel, but most people tend to call me Manny. How long have you both been here? What's it like?[/color]" Manny figured this would be a good chance to get to know some of the people here, and get a grasp of what life might be like here. Mostly, everyone seemed happy, but he wanted a chance to see if things were really that happy. So far these people have been nothing but hospitable to them, but it didn't hurt to learn a few things.

[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] Lice and Tick removal
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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Hunter wasn't too amused by the wooden room. He admitted that it looked nice, but he couldn't understand the purpose. What he did eventually get, is that ever new comer in this room other then him had lice. All he had was a simple tick. He chuckled thinking about the odds of things happening like that. His history normally he got the short straw compared to the people around him. The laugh itself was brief but his grin stayed put. Especially when the poor people with lice were given the choice between being shaved or being stuck in isolation. The more he thought about it though, the more he regretted smiling and chuckling. His grin quickly turned into a face of guilt, especially seeing how the girl who more or less ignored him seemed upset by it. Amelia her name was as far as Hunter remembered. He felt bad for her, though she seemed panicked and stressed about a lot. Paranoia maybe? A loose guess would be that. Though how it related to hair he didn't know. The choice wasn't given to him because he didn't have lice, but if needed he would be fine with it. His hair was getting pretty long anyways. For now, Hunter made a move on to catch up with Doc so he could get the damn freeloader off his head.

[i]Doc pulled out a small jar and filled it with rubbing alcohol, setting it near him. Pulling out a Sharpie Permanent Black Fine Tipped marker, he motioned Hunter to come closer. "Okay, hold still, just going to mark the area before I remove it. I'll check daily to see if any of the redness spreads to make sure no rash spreads and if you get feverish at all let me know right away. Chances of you getting Lyme Disease down in these parts is slim to none but better to be safe," Doc said as he drew a small circle around where the tick was. Capping the pen he slipped it in his pocket before taking a pair of needle nose tweezers and getting as close as possible to the head of the tick he yanked it off fast and dropped it in the liquid to drown it. "Old wives tales tell you to paint it with nail polish, or cover it in petroleum jelly or burn it off, never do that," he said as he cleaned the area and then washed his hands before capping the bottle and slipping it in his bag. "Alright, all done, just have a seat over with the done group."[/i]

Once done Hunter did what he was told with a slight thank you to the doctor. The Doc didn't cut his head off or slit his throat while he was open to being attacked, so he figured that was a plus. He made his way to the seating area and waited trying to not draw more negative attention. Probably the best way to do that would have been to shut up entirely, but Hunter has issues with that. So he spoke his mind and dealt with whatever consequences there were. Both Positive and Negative. "[color=00a651]Hey Shears, you think you'd be up for trimming me too? Something short like what the army used to do before they... You know all died. Then Undied.[/color]" The words made sense in his head. He figured trying to correct or explain more would make him seem more foolish.