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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) --> Mess Hall (c)
[i][b][color=00aeef]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	Manny found talking to Lisa rather entertaining. She seemed interested in whatever stories came up, and had plenty of her own. "[color=00aeef]When you start getting old, you start building a nice resume on history.[/color]" He did appreciate how she would keep what he told her private unless he decided to share it as well. "[color=00aeef]Don't worry too much about it. Anyone that knows me likely wont believe they are true stories.[/color]" He said with a joking grin. "[color=00aeef]Truth be told though, it is a life that will most people don't fare well in. I surely wouldn't have if I didn't get out when I had the chance.[/color]" The conversation was simple. And Manny hadn't given out any details he wished to keep private. Sure the next question he could have shared some more personal details, but he figured a fun story would be better. "[color=00aeef]A big fight with other gangs? Rarely. Most gangs weren't more then 4-6 people. Plus, in my youth I was a couple inches taller, and was a hell of a lot stronger. And it showed. Few people were brave enough to deal with "Emanuel, the Spanish Bear".[/color]" He said laughing. "[color=00aeef]I found the name silly, but Joshua used it, and no one talked back to Joshua.[/color]" He said with a very serious face. Could still be him telling his story, but looking at his face along it was impossible to tell.

	He broke the face eventually though. "[color=00aeef]But no, not many fights. Mostly it was just chasing each other off so we could harass small shops for free shit.[/color]" He did find her comments about getting old interesting. "[color=00aeef]It is [b]Absolutely[/b] a choice. Keep the mentality of a young and strong youth, take care of yourself. Then you wont get old. With that though, the alternative isn't much of an option. You're right on that front.[/color]" He left out the part that once you get really up there, keeping that mentality becomes harder and harder. But no reason to share that logic. "[color=00aeef]Thanks for showing me the ropes in here. It has been quite a while since I have had to do work like this. And it's showing I am rusty beyond what I thought I was. So thank you.[/color]" He figured going into his fear of tight spaces wasn't worth it. 

	Manny assisted when cleaning and putting away the tools, and making sure everything in that regard was taken care of. Mary had her blood samples at work still as they were getting ready to leave. He wondered what they were for? It puzzled him for what it might be for, but he didn't think too much into it. Blood checks were not uncommon, and he figured that was still the case. Didn't mean he wasn't curious though. 

	The mess hall by the time they got there was interesting, a bit packed around the people he would usually sit by. To summarize ti pretty well, he saw the young Hunter trying to squeeze his thin frame between a few people. Wonder if it was to get near someone he knew? Either way, he figured it was good for him to be social and fix his reputation considering how his last week has gone. Especially last night. "[color=00aeef]If you don't mind, I may sit with you today. Seems the people I normally sit around are packed pretty tightly together today. Not sure I could find a seat.[/color]" He spoke with a smile on his face, it was a nice problem to have when Everyone was getting along so well that seating was a challenge. Manny got himself some food, then would sit wherever Lisa found herself going.




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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) --. Messhall (C)
[i][b][color=00a651]Skills:[/color][/b][/i]N/A
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	Did everyone know everyone?! It was insane to Hunter how many people seemed to know each other despite the unlikely chances. It made him wonder if any of those odds were in his favor? Or maybe they weren't since all of these people kept finding people they knew. The new guy was named.... Guy? Weird name but whatever. The tall guy had apparently been stuck on this bathroom job for a long time, and it never seemed to get better. That only increased what Hunter thought about "What the hell goes on in there to cause this kind of madness!? "[color=00a651]I vote we call it a lost cause, and scuttle the room. I'm sure this place has what we need for napalm? Even if not much?[/color]" He presented it as a serious idea to try and pitch into the conversation. But he figured there was no way anyone would actually think he would go through with an idea like that. Though cutting ties to the bathroom did seem like a good idea. How much traffic could a place like this see that this building couldn't get away with a single bathroom? Hunter also found it off how Guy kept referring to the Ash as Boss. It was weird. Everything here was weird to the former soldier boy. But he introduced himself nicely so Hunter would do the same back. "[color=00a651]Hunter. Nice to meet you. And thanks.[/color]" He seemed nice enough though, so Hunter decided he was likeable.

	What got Hunter really off Guard was Ash's apology to him. After going through a rather lengthy conversation with the guy named Guy, he turned towards Hunter and apologized for not hosing him off. Hunter was visibly confused, and wasn't really sure how to react at first. SO he let him continue talking. When he was done talking, Hunter froze for a moment not really sure how to respond. Then after a moment spoke. "[color=00a651]Yeah uh... No problem. Shit happens.[/color]" He figured it must have taken a lot for Ash to say that. Despite Hunter's best attempts at humor, it was very likely he still didn't like Hunter. Which made sense, but that wasn't the point in the soldier boy's head. Soon enough though the interaction came for lunch. Hunter got some of his clothes back on and made his way over to get food. 

	While on his way to get food, Hunter decided he needed to take care of a lot of things. Even though most of the last night was a blur, he remembered people being upset, and he knew there was probably a decent chance that a lot of that was his fault as people got upset with him enough while he was sober. But most vividly he could still remember Nigel present a lot through the night. To add onto the list of things he needed to worry about, Izibell would probably need to go out. She most likely hadn't been an indoor dog for quite some years. And being pretty sure she was a service dog before, probably wasn't too much one at that. She would probably want some outside time. So he would have to hurry on that as well. Once inside the mess hall Hunter rushed to grab some sushi. He had never really had any before so it seemed nice to try. He did a quick thank you to the cooking staff, and made his way over to get things in motion. Sitting as close as he could to Nigel he sat and ate his food in silence. There were actually a lot of the new people here now that he looked at it. Even Ash again. Weird how all of these people gravitated towards each other. Maybe it had something to do with being stuck in isolation together for a week.

	After he ate his food like it would vanish if he didn't eat it soon he was able to pay a little attention to the conversation. Mostly, the old guy who started choking, but kept insisting he was fine. He was eventually but damn. What a scare. Alexander he was pretty sure the name was. And if memory served, he said he was also army while in the showers. When the commotion died down he took a moment to get Nigel's attention. He kept his voice down as to try and keep the number of people not apart of the conversation to a minimal, but with how close everyone sat it would be hard to avoid. "[color=00a651]Hey so... Sorry about last night. Think I did something stupid. Sorry.[/color]" He wasn't really sure what else to add, and he didn't dare ask how badly he fucked up the night before. So he wasn't sure 100% what he was apologizing for. "[color=00a651]I'll go and take better care next time. Thanks for... putting up with that crap.[/color]" He worked on finishing his food, keeping as little eye contact with other people as he did. While also going through it as fast as he could. He still had a lot to do while on lunch break. He also had to remember everyone he needed to apologize too. There was a surprising lack of Nikki from the night before, he wondered if that was a good thing or a bad thing.