[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00aeef]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/163dc10b-061c-4aa2-bdaa-4c4f6cd4d02b.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[center][b]Location:[/b] L11 (Beach party!)
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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	Manny was thankful for Thana's experience with the place. Even if she didn't know them well, she more or less knew everyone in the area and was able to help Manny get things started. When he noticed the nod from Ash, Manny gave a respectful nod back. Thana seemed to know him pretty well from before the Team Eden group formed. Or at the very least before he joined it. He also suspected he knew Thana an much closer terms then she was with many members of Team Eden. Manny thought it was nice to see people getting together like that. For many that is something hard to do, start a new life on such a personal level after the world had seen so many hardships. Even Manny had gotten that chance, no matter how brief it was. It for him was a sure sign that things were getting better, it meant that people had hope for the future. 

	Though the music playing wasn't much of Manny's taste, it was his first live concert of any sorts in more years then he could count. So he would keep those thoughts to himself. Plus, it's not like he hated the music, but he definitely would have picked classic rock over this. Maybe some Credence. But that didn't change the fact that today was overall going pretty well. When the new roommates were pointed out to Alexander and Manny the old dentist took it as a good chance to move on. Alexander was already on his way off when Manny got the thought in his head to do the same. "[color=00aeef]We'll leave you two love birds to it. Last thing you need are some old men getting in the way.[/color]" He followed Alexander again. 
	
	"[color=00aeef]You're right, I don't see the point is clogging up the work front here. They are very strict about getting things done.[/color]" He respected that in many ways, Manny had to work hard for the things he had in his life one way or another. Though some more honest then others. So meeting up with Shears did definitely seem like a better start. Goat would be back at their place eventually. 

	Alexander got the greetings started relatively fast, taking note of the other two girls as well. Both from Quarantine. Manny wished he had taken better efforts to learn everyone's names, but again, Alexander had things under control. "[color=00aeef]Ladies.[/color]" He tried to speak in his most polite tone. He wasn't sure if there was a term that younger generations used to interact with others. So he was just going for general politeness. Plus, an old man trying to sound young and cool was more sad then anything else. His uncle had tried that from time to time. It was a funny sight at the time, but Manny wasn't in the mood to be in the center of that joke. "[color=00aeef]Shears, if you don't mind me asking, are you exclusively a barber? Or do you work around in other tasks?[/color]" He was just curious as to what life styles would be like in here. It seemed like a pretty passive job, though one that took skill that Manny wasn't sure many had at the moment. But he wondered how much of a demand there could be for one? 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00a651]Private Hunter James Monroe[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/c08a6051-3ab9-4c98-87b6-05533c8b19e8.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[center][b]Location:[/b] O10 (Inside Vet -> Outside Vet) -> O9
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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	Hunter wasn't going to lie, now that he had Izibel back, he was starting to warm up to this place. For him, until he saw that she was safe, words alone weren't enough. But seeing that she was safe, that she was happy, and that other then some suspicious dude named Felix things were okay, that had built a lot of trust for the otherwise skeptical boy. "[color=00a651]This Felix dude seems odd. But I'll take your word for it.[/color]" This also is one of the first times he has admitted to any kind of trust without blatant skepticism. Sure there was some there, but as Hunter's humor is sketchy at best, it could be chalked up to that. He eventually got the 105lbs mass of muscle fur and love off him and accepted the tiny baggies. "[color=00a651]Is this another stockpiled thing or does someone really have the job "To be, Bags of shit" for making ends meet?[/color]" He guessed stockpiled, figured wasn't too hard to find the things, and not like there was a huge demand nowadays. 

	He was showed a semi decent walking area, and the cans to drop the shit in. A literal shitty job for whoever had to do that. Though with his luck he figured it would be his first job while on duty. Not that he minded. He played with animals growing up, and he probably smelled worse coming in. "[color=00a651]The beach party should be interesting. Shame this love bug can't come. She'd probably enjoy it more then I would. Unless this Felix guy was there. Then probably not.[/color]" Was it a bit over the top putting so much faith in a dog's trust? Yes. Would that stop Hunter? No. "[color=00a651]Oh, one thing I would recommend, a recent addition to the Camp Armory, an old Ithaca 500. If you get the chance to use it in training I would recommend it. The slam fire on that thing is so... Perfect. And a classic gun too. No idea what is available here in terms of chokes or ammo, but if a proper non sawed off barrel can be attached, and a decent duckbill choke assuming any are left in the world, that fucker can hold any hallway against any number of dead fucks. Assuming the buckshot is decent.[/color]" Many conditions dependent on one another, to make an improbable situation work. "[color=00a651]Or just fuck around with the slam fire function. Others here probably have it too, but a classic Ithaca does wonders.[/color]"

	After a bit Hunter looked at his girl. The dog that had helped keep him sane through the last few months. She was safe here, for all intents and purposes, she was safe. Sure, this place seemed... Surreal to him. Too good to be true. But, worth a shot he guessed. "[color=00a651]Still no idea what to do for a date, but maybe it's time to take Izibel home, and we can go check out that beach party. Never been to a beach before. Not a real one at least.[/color]" Living inland most of his life he didn't have the chance to go much when he was growing up before shit hit the fan, and afterwards, the biggest population centers were on the coast. Even in his most extreme moments of life, it was too big of a risk to try and see the ocean. The few times he did, it had been some old worn pier, or from such a distance that it was hard to figure out where land and water met.