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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) --> Admin(A) --> Water Repair Shop (G)
[i][b][color=00aeef]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	The conversation took a rather interesting turn, but one Manny would still pitch in on none the less. "[color=00aeef]Funny you should say something. I noticed the same thing a couple years ago and couldn't wrap my head around it. Now, the group I was with at the time was smaller, so thankfully people were not hurt as much so I decided to fill my time with reading, and problem solving.[/color]" Something Manny didn't notice while in this conversation, when he had reentered the basement, he didn't feel... scared. Or uneasy at all. "[color=00aeef]I do have a theory, but I am not the right kind of doctor for this, and much of the concepts I am had to think about were not taught in med schools until years after I attended them. Plus. I also lack the expertise to confirm the theory, so it may be completely wrong all together.[/color]" He made sure he kept up his share of cleaning while working in the basement as much as he could. He was still getting used to where some things went in here, but given a day or two down here he should have it down.

	Manny continued with his idea. "[color=00aeef]What if, most strains of bacteria that cause decomposition, wont touch the dead while they are still reanimated? I mean think about it, they are extremely infectious, and their decay rate is suspiciously slow. But what if, that same strain of bacteria also prefers less decayed flesh? So...[/color]" He stopped himself. Realizing where he was about to go with this. And remembered why he stopped thinking about it. "[color=00aeef]But again... I am not that kind of doctor. I clean teeth. SO for all I know, everything I said is strait up crap.[/color]" Sure, he did wonder about the Walkers, who didn't? But he also knew that testing the walkers like that was... risky. And to do it properly, unethical. "[color=00aeef]Could be some voodoo stuff for all I know. They didn't teach that in medical school while I was there either. Go figure right?[/color]" He figured ending the conversation on a simple joke was better then where he abruptly cut it off.

	Manny was curious about what else Lisa would try to get in her trap. Small game for hunting? He wasn't sure, but he was curious what she could do. He always loved to see how creative youth could be with their ideas. Manny was also glad to hear boat work wouldn't be too harsh, not a fan of the word tedious though. For people Manny's age it meant the old man tax on his back. He wouldn't say anything though, he would try his best and see where it went. The time had come to head over to administration. "[color=00aeef]Shouldn't be too much left here. We should be able to finish this later today, or tomorrow if it comes to that.[/color]" He finished up what he was working on, and followed Lisa out. The trip was short, simple, and pleasant enough. Lisa went in to drop off the papers, Manny followed this time so he knew where to drop off papers int he future. In the future though he may ask to stay outside so enjoy the air. But next time. Then he followed her to the boat repair. The canal, or river maybe, ran through the camp along the wall. It was an impressive sight, and he wondered what it must be like to be out on the open ocean. He figured it wasn't the life for him. His fear of confined spaces was harsh enough for now, he figured it probably wouldn't be better on a small boat, in the middle of the ocean. He went into the building and would start whatever job was asked of him. 




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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) --> I7 (Street)
[i][b][color=00a651]Skills:[/color][/b][/i]N/A
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	Hunter was greeted by Mizrahi as he explained that Hunter would be getting written up, and had to keep working on the woman's room by himself. The write up made sense, so did the task, even if it seemed a little petty to the Soldier boy. But he wouldn't say anything. He would nod, and take his punishment. He was thankful that Mizahi was a quiet man, Hunter was a bit more reactive then he waned to be. And last thing he needed now was trying to defend his reasoning or deciding to fuck it all and walk off. Thankfully, that didn't happen. The cleaning still sucked, but Hunter put up with it and did his best to clean up the place. It felt odd. Being by himself again. Thinking back, this was the first time he had been alone since he got here. While in quarantine, he was grouped up with everyone else, and had a room mate. While he was out he had been in conversation distance with Nikki or Nigel to the best of his memory. And waiting in his room, Izibel. Now? This was weird. Sure, there were people in the next room over, and the room after that. A decent amount of people at that. But... They were not here. 

	Hunter kept cleaning doing his best with the job. With the thought of being alone though, he broke out laughing... More then once. Nothing too loud or audible, but present none the less. He wasn't sure what he found funny here, maybe it was finally being alone after being in such close proximity to so many people, maybe because he thought he would be under constant watch after how the last week or so had gone and now no one was watching him. Granted there were people outside the door, but still. Maybe he was nervous, and this was the only way he could cope with the stress without blatantly showing it. He just kept working though. Soon enough, that comfortable feeling of isolation was over. 

	Volts came over eventually, chatted with Mizrahi about something that seemed rather shocking. Maybe Serious? Hunter wasn't making a true attempt at understanding the language. What he did understand was a line that Hunter was all to familiar with. You fucked up. Sure, it wasn't word for word what Hunter heard a lot it seemed, but the message was he same. "[color=00a651]Sounds about right.[/color]" Hunter spoke with a tone of acceptance. No point in denying it, and he was pretty sure he fucked up anyways pretty bad. He knew something happened between him and Nikki, he wanted to fight Bass by using a lunch tray as a blunt weapon, and based on how people at the table reacted today, seemed everyone but him knew how badly his fuck up was. Damn word spread fast, or it was bigger then Hunter thought. Seemed Hunter's day was far from over though. He gave Volts a simple nod, and would tag along with where ever he went. The sunshine was nice though, and was a nice break from the shitty indoors of that bathroom. Which he would need to probably clean himself off before he went to bed tonight. He wondered if the meeting with Gunny had to do with what happened last night. And if it did... Shit. He turned to face Volts so he could speak in a hushed tone "[color=00a651]So... What... What...[/color]" He stopped himself. He didn't really know Volts. He figured his best chance to figure out what happened last night, was to get this thing with Gunny over with. "[color=00a651]Never mind, I think I got it.[/color]" He wasn't so sure on that. But he figured Gunny was a better bet for this situation. 

	When that was done, he wold finish his work, and find time to talk to Nikki. The apology he gave before was rushed. But he figured something was better then letting her thing he didn't care at all about his actions. Then at least he was hoping it wouldn't seem like he was brushing her off the whole day, and he could do something proper later. Though, he didn't give her a chance to respond, or give himself a chance to explain. What if... what happened last night had nothing to do with her... OR worse... He said something he shouldn't have. Then a thought hit him... did he call her Lucy in his drunkenness? He decided that would be bad. Or anything related to that would be bad. Getting this fixed sooner rather then later was definitely the best option. With that, he needed to know exactly what he did.