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[h3][color=00aeef][i][b]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/b][/i][/color][/h3]
[i][b][color=00aeef]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Medical (B)
[i][b][color=00aeef]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	Morning was a nice so far. The old dentist wasn't too alarmed by the morning speakers that woke everyone up, though it did confuse him for the longest time as he tried to register what the hell they could be. His best guess, the morning alarm. Or maybe the place was flooding. Or being attacked... He had minimal idea but the morning alarm seemed most likely in his mind. Getting up, grabbing some clothes for the day and making himself look presentable, he found a piece of paper on the floor by his door. "[color=00aeef]Now what do we have here?[/color]" Looking at the yellow paper, it seemed to be a schedule for today's events. Manny was relieved to be working in medical at the very least. Though he was trying to keep his thoughts about the whole thing as positive as possible. He very much didn't like the idea of starting his medical career from the button again.

	Seeing the rest of the schedule was... harder. A trip to the cemetery was scheduled later. He was on the list of people that were allowed to go, but it felt wrong to him. He didn't know... any of them. Not personally at least. Lola was apart of team Eden, but died before the group caught up to Manny. Then there was Gavin... When given the choice to save Gavin, or Thana, he chose Thana. Under the rushed assumption that because Gavin was standing longer, he had longer to live. Looking back on it, he should have registered that as shock, and an effect of rapid loss of blood. But he wasn't sure thinking back if he could have saved Thana if he had started on Gavin first. But seeing as she at least was mobile afterwards, maybe he should have started on Gavin. They both could have lived, and maybe they could have made a difference? He wasn't sure. 

	Not sure if he should go later or not, he went off to breakfast to think about it. The food was good. Better then anything he could cook up. Manny did take note of the bulletin board on the way in. He wouldn't mind picking up extra hours, though wondered how much longer in his life he would be able to do extra work. He would just stick with his basic tasks today, but would keep note of whats there so he could work off his dept, and still try to retire before too long. He remembered in his original plan he wanted to have retirement ready by 70. Guess that didn't work, his plan to keep his business as a passive income, hire another doctor to take his role while he does weekend work maybe. He stopped himself. He had been dwelling all morning and it wasn't good for him. Though he was able to hold a positive face all morning, say hello to anyone who passed him, and enjoyed the peace and quiet with Alexander briefly before leaving for work. 

	Manny made his way to medical where he was supposed to report to S.B. Though if he remembered correctly that was a name that she wasn't a fan of. He wasn't sure what other name she went by though... "[color=00aeef]Damn...[/color]" He shrugged it off, he would get a chance to figure out soon enough. The place reminded him of an older hospital, though scaled down a bit. Made sense, but it was a nice sight to see. Manny had spent his fair share of time in hospitals while in school, and had helped out in situations there. Though he found teeth more pleasant then livers. He found the woman he remembered as S.B. talking about, some of the days tasks he guessed. Waiting for a moment to talk, so he wouldn't interrupt anyone, he spoke."[color=00aeef]Hello, I'm Emanuel, most people call me Manny though.[/color]" He almost held his hand out to shake, but considering this was a hospital and he wasn't in proper attire yet, he figured that was a bad idea. So stopped himself. "[color=00aeef]I assume you are who I am supposed to report too?[/color]" He asked towards S.B.



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[h3][color=00a651][i][b]Hunter Monroe[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=00a651]Location:[/color][/b][/i]Mechanics (K)
[i][b][color=00a651]Skills:[/color][/b][/i]N/A
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	Surprisingly, Hunter was fine following rules. Though he did find some rules harder to follow then others. When he first woke up in the morning, it was rather terrifying for the former soldier boy. When the morning trumpets went off, he woke up in a panic, and reached for where he would usually keep his shotgun tucked by his side, but as expected it wasn't present. So he grabbed the first throwable thing he could find, his pillow, and threw it hard to the noise with no avail. Not realizing that his whole commotion woke up Izibell as well, knocking her to the floor. She got up and recovered faster then he did, but he felt bad about it none the less and started rubbing her head then back. "[color=00a651]Sorry girl... little spooked.[/color]" She gave an expression back as if to say "Yeah! Me Too!!!" He got up, got his clothes on, and took her out to take a dump. Then cleaned it up with his used bags of shit. And took her back. Her life would be much more constricted now that they were here. Supposed to be a better quality of life... but he couldn't imagine how she would handle it in the long run.

	Moving around had shown Hunter a few things. He was given a note with today's tasks. Those tasks he would have to learn, and be good at if he wished to stay. Which he had mixed feelings about all the time. It didn't help that out of what he did remember from the night before, there was a sudden urge to bring his fist through someone's face. Though he couldn't remember who. But since he wasn't shot, or locked up. He guessed he didn't go through with it. He did find it odd though, as other then using one old loud mouth as a shield he didn't really have violent thoughts to those here. But he did have a few towards said loud mouth while they were all stuck together. What the note also said was when he had to go talk to one of the doctors here about his mental problems. He had heard it all before though, how the school would say he had a problem and needed special help, how soldiers in his unit would call him slow or stupid from his hesitation and limited ability to learn. Fuck all those people. He was alive while they were all dead. He made sure for most of them at least. He took note that it was 3 days a week, and wondered if that would only cost him more here, throwing him more in debt. If that was the case, he decided that this system needed a better way to integrate people then just throw them all in debt, and keep adding more to them. Plus, they started pretty late in the day. He didn't mind that part, but with getting up as early as they did, he was liking the day less and less.

	He had clearly drank too much last night. He had a headache like if he had just tried to fight off a hammer with his forehead, and somehow won. He heard of tricks to deal with it in the past and so he figured why not try and fix this? His solution, a raw egg, and some orange juice. He heard someone say that worked once, but as it wasn't apart of the main meal, that request was denied. He didn't complain though. That wouldn't get him anywhere. So he shrugged it off, and dealt with it. He had endured far worse pain in much less ideal situations. Though he was annoyed about not being able to get the raw egg as a replacement for breakfast, he understood why. Good of the group and all that. 

	While there he saw a posting for Runner and other odd jobs. Sure he would probably go through and figure out whatever job they gave him today, but Runner sounded nice. As long as it was what he thought. Outside of the walls maybe, a shotgun or rifle in hand, enjoying the freedom of the world, even if he had a destination and a deadline to meet. Talk to Maddoc for information. He made a mental note of that. Maddoc was... Something odd to Hunter. Sure, he was the reason for why Hunter was slow to trust these people, but ironically enough, he was the reason for why he was staying. For more then one reason. Surely Maddoc could see that strait up integration with his people wasn't as clear cut a plan for someone like him? Hopefully without getting shot... But that something limited like this could be a decent start. 

	He put a pin in that idea. He would see how today went, then talk to Maddoc later. Plus, he figured Maddoc might help give him a clear idea of what happened last night with as little bias as possible. All he could really tell was that his uniform was covered in sand, and some kind of grain. It confused Hunter. He made his way over towards where his work station would be. Mechanics. He found that kind of funny, he wasn't sure if he told anyone here that his family used to live on a scrap yard. Though that felt like a lifetime ago. So he wasn't sure how much he would remember anyways. The people that were stationed here with him were definitely interesting. There was the guy that the one really scared up girl came in with. Who's name slipped Hunter again as the night came back to him in pieces, there was a woman here who he hadn't met yet, and The Captain. He walked over by ash, giving him nothing more then a nod, and a single word. "[color=00a651]Private.[/color]" He said with his nod and a grin on his face. Sure, he was a higher rank before, but like everyone else who had come in, he was at the bottom of the food chain like him. So why not poke some fun? Plus, who knows. Maybe he had a sense of humor. 

	The Captain at the very least either knew more then he did by a lot, or knew just as little. But as far as Hunter could tell, he was addressing the room more then anyone in particular. Or maybe it was a person, and Hunter was missing something. "[color=00a651]What he said.[/color]" Casually pointing to Ash. Then stopping to think about it. "[color=00a651]Except, I am Hunter.[/color]" Seemed about as professional of an intro he could give himself. He wasn't really for army formalities anymore, and he had no idea who to address, so this would have to work.