[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 enjoying this party. It reminded him of the casual conversations he would have with his patients (As he told them their gums were bleeding because they didn't floss enough). He enjoyed the little spectacle between Alexander and Shears as they talked about dying the old vet's hair all sorts of crazy colors. What he also liked to hear, Shears was open to helping Manny out to make him seem like his best self, in exchange for a decent cleaning. Though he would need to get his hands on some gear again, though for cleanings that wouldn't require too much. "[color=00aeef]Got it, thanks for pointing me in the right Direction.[/color]" He said to Shears. Manny honestly would love the chance to get back into his field. Sure, education seemed fun, but he had also devoted most of his life to his work. He probably wouldn't need to have anything on the scale of what he had years ago, years ago he was prepared to see thousands of people through the year. Now? 300 people, twice or three times a year? He could do that in a small back room, and a small space to sort out papers at. In all likelihood, wouldn't even need someone to help with paperwork, appointments, or someone to handle cleanings in case he was busy on something that needed more special attention.

	So maybe both could work? Dental work wouldn't take up too many days in the week. He could probably hit his weekly quota for people to see in a day if they were all back to back. "[color=00aeef]I'll go and talk to her tomorrow about that. Tonight it's time to relax a little.[/color]" Though dental work for him was relaxing, he understood that others would not see it that way. He took note of two of the girls from Quarantine leaving to go dance to a nice slow song that was playing. He thought it was really sweet, and it made him happy to see people feel so comfortable and relaxed here. "[color=00aeef]Maybe she's just shy? She might just need some time to adjust. Some people adjust to their environment quicker then others.[/color]" Though many people here probably got that idea. Most people who had been apart of an organized group have seen how some struggle to get used to things being semi normal again.





[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] M9 --> L11 (Booze spot)
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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	Hunter returning from dropping off Izibel in their new home had taken a moment to think about what Nikki had said to him about the used bags of shit. "[color=00a651]I mean I see the logic, but damn. We are literally talking used bags of shit. I get it... But damn.[/color]" It wasn't the end of the world, there were worse things to be concerned about. When she added the comment about how lonely his ideal setup for settling down seemed, he thought about it a bit more. "[color=00a651]Yeah, guess it is lonely.[/color]" He didn't pay too much mind to it. If the last few years showed him anything, it was that most people in his life had either left him, used him, or stabbed him in the back. He figured that is why he didn't see other people as apart of his ideal settling down plan. Sure, there were always exceptions, but figuring them out was another thing. "[color=00a651]Not sure if this is what I would call ideal for settling down. Sure, it's not bad by any means. But it's... drastically different then what I grew up with. And so...[/color]" He didn't have a good word for it. Not one Nikki would like anyways. "[color=00a651]Whatever I guess. Times change. It's not a bad place though.[/color]" Despite these words, he still had trouble seeing that. He had seen places before that seemed perfect and nice, even by his old life standards. Only to turn out to be all some trick.

	Arriving at the beach was something very different for the Soldier Boy. It was a wide open space, that seemed to peak into the entire world. The large sunset lit ocean was something that Hunter couldn't even Imagine though any of his adventures. It was huge, and went on forever. Thinking to his old home that seemed big enough to get lost in, this was big enough to see everything. At first, he was in awe looking onto the sight. He got nervous looking around, it was wide open... he could be seen from everywhere... he was exposed.... but he kept looking at it... everything was. This was more or less what regular life was before wasn't it? He had barely noticed Nikki trailing ahead of him. He had stopped completely when he entered the beach. He got something about music and swimming, but in his moment of taking in the beach he had sadly missed a lot of it and felt a bit bad about that. "[color=00a651]That sounds fun.[/color]" He said with a totally strait face catching up to Nikki.

	At the mention of a drink Hunter was game for whatever. Once the Chaos of the early days was over drinking became a common thing among the survivors of his unit. Some to drown the pain, others to celebrate making it this far. But there was more then enough alcohol to go around. Hunter saw Nikki ask for something, but his ability to pay attention was hindered by the view. "[color=00a651]Can I have...[/color]" He had to stop and think. Was this something under the ration currency rules too? Could he afford it? Damn. He wasn't sure. But fuck it, party time right?"[color=00a651]Something strong, but nothing to make me pass out.[/color]" He wanted to keep some of his wit about him. Even though he was relaxing more, he wanted to always be ready for anything. 

	Though, a little relaxing and intoxication never hurt anyone? So why should it cause any problems for the Soldier Boy?