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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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	Manny was clearly struggling. Though he was toughing through it, he still let it get to him more then he would like to admit. Though he had been cleaning pretty regularly still despite this, it seemed parts of the conversation between him and Lisa he missed all together. Damn, he was struggling more then he thought. She either didn't notice, or didn't mind. He was thankful for that, and promised himself to keep at this for now, and make sure to not fuck up like that again. Thankfully enough of the conversation stuck with the old doctor that he was able to keep up in conversation. It seemed that she had a life that she enjoyed in some ways at least before all of this went down. That was great to see, it was good to see a positive outlook in youth. 

	When the question came to what Manny was looking to get into, he assumed she meant if Manny was considering medical all his life. "[color=00aeef]Well, my plan wasn't to become a doctor until I was in my 20's. Before then? I thought I was going to rule the streets of Jacksonville. Me and my little gang of assholes.[/color]" He said with the biggest smile on his face. "[color=00aeef]Oh the days of being young and stupid. Though to be fair, met some of my closest friends through those days.[/color]" Despite how rough they were with each other, other kids, other people, and overall being general assholes, they were loyal to each other. And accepted Manny as he became more open about himself. "[color=00aeef]Though that plan went strait down the toilet. So I became a doctor, helped my old friends how I could, and still gave spite to my father. Overall, a win.[/color]" Even if the steps there weren't pleasant. 

	When the comment about the plaster came up from Mary after the brief alarm noise, it suddenly clicked to Manny was he had missed. Then in that same moment, he wasn't distracted by his conversations and fears anymore. When Mary left, Manny turned to Lisa to apologize. "[color=00aeef]Um... sorry. That was my bad. Not... Yeah that was my bad. Thanks for.... that yeah thanks...[/color]" He was afraid to admit it, but he was embarrassed about it. "[color=00aeef]I won't let that happen again...[/color]" Manny did what he could for the final cleanups before lunch. His age and fear slowed him a little, but he worked hard and did what he could in a short time and did his damned best to get everything taken care of. "[color=00aeef]Don't get old Lisa. It sucks, and your favorite foods will never taste the same. Plus, most of those senior citizen discounts are a lie.[/color]" He said with a little smile to try and brighten the mood after his mess up. While also trying to hide the fact he wasn't enjoying his time in the basement, and how embarrassed he was about forgetting the plaster.




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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)
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	The longer Hunter got to know these people, the more strange he found them. And the more questions his developing mind had about them. At the very least, the cleaning went well. Even if Ash seemed to struggle with it more then Hunter. Even though Hunter was tempted to toy with the former army captain, he held off. He seemed better to tolerate then most officers he had met, so he didn't want to push that relationship too far until he knew how good his sense of humor was. At the very least, he could clean for himself, and he could probably care for himself. Hunter had some respect for the man just from that. Soon enough though, the man that Thana, or Sparrow as some called her, came in to let them know to stop. Cool, no more shit covered walls. At least for now. 

	Seeing the great light of the sun as they walked outside was amazing, even if it was ungodly hot outside. And what waited for them? The most amazing of holy treasures, fresh fucking Water. "[color=00a651]Oh thank god...[/color]" He said out loud before rushing over and taking a sip. After a couple sips, he stopped. His lack of human interaction showing again. "[color=00a651]Thank you...[/color]" He said to Mizrahi. Years ago, before all of the stuff with corpses coming back to life, he was a lot better about his manners. But between a lack of human interaction, and what human interactions he did have being... less then pleasant. His manners were rusty. What really got Hunter? Was the Captain surprising Hunter again. When he offered to hose off Hunter, the soldier boy turned and saw the scars that he had. They were... similar... to the ones Hunter had. That was an uncomfortable thought in Hunter's mind. He seemed so... Happy... As if the scars meant nothing to him. Or if the reasoning behind the scars meant nothing. Or maybe less then what he got out of them.

	It made Hunter look down at his own hands for a moment. His hands were scarred up to hell, some burns, plenty of cuts. Some more noticeable then others, the ones that stuck out most to Hunter... The ones where his hands were cut up against the vent where he killed Don... And the ripped up blister scars from improper patch work afterwards, and aggressive usage of his hands in the days that followed. He looked back at Ash, with questions clearly flowing through his mind. Maybe this was the man to ask? He was Army, like him, and had ones he cared for, and cared for him. Maybe he was the one to answer them? Before Hunter could answer  or acknowledge Ash's comment, and before Hunter could ask his question, some guy came up and things went nuts from there. And yet again to Hunter's surprise, more people knew each other?! "[color=00a651]what the fuck...[/color]" He said lightly under his breath in clear confusion.

	When it became clear that Ash was too busy with his new lover, Hunter decided he didn't want to spend lunch time smelling like shit. Sure he probably smelled worse when he came in, but that wasn't the point. Hunter took his own shirt off, and was half tempted to go for the pants too, but he wasn't sure if that was a good thing so he could get the smell of shit off his legs, or if it was a good thing to keep his pants on. He opted to keep the pants. Taking his shirt off left him with his own scars to show, but they didn't show as well as his skeletal structure was more visible then the scars on his torso. Hunter hosed himself off as fast as he could while still getting cleaned. He stood there with the hose, very tempted to hose down the Army Captain in his moment of distraction. Anyone paying attention could notice what he was tempted to do. The stare he gave Ash, the evil grin, and his grip on the hose, the only question left was if he would actually go through with it. Though he held off again. He still had no idea if this guy could take a joke. His reaction to his AMAZING private comment was... Non existent. Shame. It would have been funny. He turned off the hose for now. If Ash asked, he would hose him down and help him get cleaned. If he decided he would rather hug it out with the other dude and decided that getting the smell off by pawning it off on someone else, all for it.