[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00aeef]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i2-prod.mirror.co.uk/incoming/article6733955.ece/ALTERNATES/s615/PAY-Former-James-Bond-actor-Timothy-Dalton.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[center][b]Location:[/b] Quarantine
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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Manny had a few factors against him socially. Part of it, he tried to be social in a world where social norms died many years prior. His past groups have let him get away with that, a doctor without a friendly face was a doctor people wanted to avoid. Or replace. Most of the people he had been with before were about as isolated as he was, though they got a chance to see the world. He didn't have large windows outside the safety of nice strong walls, the longest being the most recent few months. Almost a year now that he thought about it. Him trying to be friendly, gave the impression that he was building trust only to take advantage of people. Or worse. He didn't blame anyone for that, there were a lot of fucked up people out there, and it only took one mistake to end it all. 

Manny was reassured a little bit in the social department when Thalia responded to his short comment with a light laugh. "[color=00aeef]Wolves sound like a much better excuse compared to my only social reactions of people being nice because the fate of their lives are in my hands. Plus, wolves are kind of cute.[/color]" He said with his own smile. He struggled with Thalia for some of the same issues, but they both could trust each other at a moments notice. If one of them was at risk of harm, they could trust that the other and the rest of their little group would back them up to the best of their ability. With the exception of a few missing limbs. Trust like that was valuable beyond anything else, even the ability to be social in the new world. 

The new rules explained to the group of new people were pretty strait forward. Commodities in exchange for cooperation and taking care of themselves and their housing area. They would be given a series of exams and test and checkups through the week, seemed like more fun to Manny then anything else. This place almost made him giddy thinking about it! This reminded him of days before things fell apart, and he was excited. He almost wondered why the military group that was guarding the stadium he was evacuated to didn't do anything they were doing here? They just took names, asked for conditions, then moved on. Were they that overwhelmed or did they not know what they were doing? He thought it was weird thinking back. But things seemed like it would be impossible for something like that to happen here. The new arrivals soon started calling out names one by one for the bags of personal goods. Combs, clothes, and most importantly, TOOTHBRUSHES! Dental care, something that most people neglect in the post apocalyptic world. 

When Manny's turn came he stood up, still a little slow but he made his way up to retrieve his bag. "[color=00aeef]I don't think you all understand how much this means to me. Some aspects of life have been almost forgotten about since the old world fell apart. I am glad to see that someone is taking note of the importance of dental hygiene.[/color]" he spoke with a huge smile on his face. "[color=00aeef]Thank you Auntie for this.[/color]" He said, taking the bag and returning to his seat.


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00a651]Private Hunter James Monroe[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://data.whicdn.com/images/180439341/large.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[center][b]Location:[/b]  Quarantine 
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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The officer person kept talking. Hunter took notes, but he held little interest. He wasn't a fan of officers much, he also didn't like the officer to everyone else ratio here. Seemed a little drastic for his liking, even by pre apocalypse standards. That was a concern for another day. Hunter finished his coffee, and got another cup. The officer still kept talking, but then a new woman started, explaining about basic hygiene and stuff like that. It wasn't a strong suit of his by any standard but he still would do the best he could. He was mostly out of practice anyways. Plus his old professions were not practical to be 100% clean all the time. The woman's name was Auntie, or so he got. He found it weird when people had family nick names in with their names. But eh shrugged it off for now.

He saw many people go up before him. One of the guys that called him stupid went, the lady that had the baby on and off, the guy that had the baby in the off time, there was the other Monroe, the girl that didn't want to talk to him. Like most girls. A couple people in auditions to be pirates, a few people walking all high and mighty, probably former military or kiss ups. a really really REALLY fucking old guy, then Hunter's name was called. As far as he could tell he was last. Why was he last? So he could see everyone else as an example of how to act? So that he could be dragged away with a false sense of hope? But that would be easier when he was alone with Shears... Or maybe it was a luck factor? But what decided the luck? The more that he thought about it, the more he decided he was over thinking it. Chances are it was just he was just last because it was easiest, or someone forgot about him and added him last minute.

No matter the reason, he stood up and walked up to the woman called Auntie and accepted his bag and clothes. "[color=00a651]Thank you for these.[/color]" He didn't care what was in the bags. But he is sure they would be useful in some way shape or form. Then he returned to his spot to drink coffee. He still didn't have a strong plan for if things went wrong. Nor allies to help him.... if things went wrong and everyone scattered, he was alone. But again, if they wanted to, the best chance had passed. Unless they were waiting for them to sleep. That might make sense.