[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 finding the people here very interesting. Shears seemed to handled more then just hair, which made sense, but  it gave him a better understanding of labor distribution. "[color=00aeef]Dominoes could be fun. I'll have to take you up on that offer at some point.[/color]" Another thing Manny would have to learn, he played when he was a teenager, but as much of his teenage years consisted of who could outrun who when the police decided to get involved they weren't a thing he picked up when he decided to become a doctor. He wondered what kinds of pasts everyone here had. Manny, a Greaser turned doctor, Alexander, a soldier turned radio operator. It was amazing what kind of paths people went on to get them all to this one place.

	That didn't stop Manny from taking note of Alexander's comment about pink hair dye. "[color=00aeef]I think you would pull it off rather well if I do say so myself.[/color]" He followed it up with a casual shrug and a smile. "[color=00aeef]But what do I know, I never worked hair before.[/color]" While Alexander talked more to the girls from Quarantine, he turned his own attention back to Shears. "[color=00aeef]If I can get my hands on supplies, don't suppose you'll be up to a dental checkup in exchange for a nice haircut?[/color]" Hygiene was very important to the old dentist, but as he lacked much in terms of local currency, he figured a little bartering to help neaten himself up so he was ready to take on this new world wouldn't hurt. "[color=00aeef]Hair's clean, but it isn't pretty for sure.[/color]" Even though he didn't like to admit it, appearance meant a lot in many professional work environments. A dentist with bad teeth? Gives bad impressions, a soldier who seems deathly ill, gives bad impressions, a short basket ball player, gives a poor impression. A musician who is deaf? gives bad impressions. Even if they are great at what they do, unless they are the very best, with a reputation to back them, appearance was a great way to get a step into the door. Hence, no leather jacket for the Dentist anymore.
 

[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] O9 --> M9 (Outside Condo --> Inside Condo --> Outside Condo)
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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	The more Hunter learned of this place, the more he questioned it. "[color=00a651]So in basics... You handed me... Used bags of shit?[/color]" He seemed genuinely confused, and concerned by this. Sure, Hunter came in smelling like shit, maybe had some on him, and grew up in the mud, but reusing bags of shit seemed to be where his line was. "[color=00a651]It... It seems like it would be easier to have someone go around with like... a pooper scooper and a bucket every afternoon.[/color]" Something like that made sense to the former soldier boy. But now, using the bags seemed a bit gross to him. But he shrugged it off, and moved on. They wanted to use their time on reusing bags of shit, all the power to them. 

	Nikki did call him out on his little side track there. "[color=00a651]What can I say, dogs and guns? That's the life. The only thing short of it being perfect then would be a comfortable place to settle down.[/color]" Despite Hunter rarely staying in any place for long since the world ended, he wasn't against the idea of settling down. He just never found anywhere he liked enough Or found himself lonely. Here? He's not lonely that's for sure. But... He wasn't sure if this place could be somewhere to settle down. It felt confined, heavily restrictive, and overall cramped compared to what he grew up with. His family property being big enough for the main family house, a double wide trailer for his grandparents, a rather big yard, and the scrap yard itself with it's work building. None of it was in amazing condition, or high quality, but it was spacial and had a ton of freedom to move around. Though he would do his best to make this place work, he still couldn't see himself living out the rest of his days here. 

	He was sad to hear that so many people here couldn't enjoy the sweetness and love Izibel had to offer. Some were scared for legitimate reasons, some would get sick, and others had other reasons. The walk between the buildings was nice short cut, a good way to get things moving along. It was nice to know he wouldn't get in trouble for that in most cases. "[color=00a651]Wait? only your third? Are you counting different beaches or... Trips? Because you live on a beach front.[/color]" He smiled as he spoke, in a light joking tone to help keep things positive. "[color=00a651]So was there a huge haul from external supplies? That sounds fun. Was there a found mall untouched or something? Or is that a need to know thing again.[/color]" He understood why need to know was a thing, but it didn't mean he had to like it.

	When Nikki offered to to go up to his room with him to drop off Izibel he polity turned her down. "[color=00a651]No I wont be too long...[/color]" He gets his girl back, and now after a few moments with her, he had to bring her inside. He took his dog upstairs to his Condo, fumbling the key from the worn camouflage uniform, and taking her inside. Not knowing what to expect from the roommates yet, he brought Izibel to his room, dropped her off giving her a good head rub, then a hug. "[color=00a651]I'll be back soon girl.[/color]" Seeing that she was safe before, he felt better about leaving her now. She should be safe. He left her in the room, eventually walking back out to Nikki. "[color=00a651]Ready to go?[/color]" He asked ready to see the beach.