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[h3][color=00aeef][i][b]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/b][/i][/color][/h3]
[i][b][color=00aeef]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Bus (Assembly) --> Hospital/Medical (B)
[i][b][color=00aeef]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	Nothing was being said anymore. It was surprisingly peaceful for the former dentist who had a tendency to talk all the time. Manny took note of how Alexander and Thalia interacted with each other. They were protective of each others, and had a connection that seems pretty unique to just them. Manny could appreciate that, and was glad for them. Two of the least social people he knew, finding some protective comfort in one another. Manny took another look around the bus to get an idea of what was happening. They had just passed through the gates, meaning that Manny would get a chance to help Lisa out and finish things up.

	Then what seemed out of nowhere the whole bus came to a sudden stop. Manny found himself jerking forward, but had caught himself before he hit his head on the seat in front of him. He was sore for sure, but it was better then a direct hit against the seat. "[color=00aeef]I think I am getting too old for this...[/color]" There was some cussing, some grunts of pain, confusion. But overall things seemed okay. A little shouting as well. "[color=00aeef]You know... I think I am ready to go back to the days when I walked to get where I needed to go.[/color]" He said in a still catching his breath tone towards Alexander. The bus eventually made it back to moving towards assembly. 

	When the bus finally stopped Manny stepped off ready to be back on the safety of his own two feet. On his way back to medical he made sure to give a friendly goodbye wave to Alexander and Thalia. When he finally got to medical things seemed like a mess to say the least. Lisa was on the ground covered in dirt, and some kind of planter container. Manny had only in recent times gotten into plants so he wasn't sure exactly what kind. But he made his way over to Lisa. "[color=00aeef]Looks like you're in the middle of something. Want me to come back later?[/color]" He said with a little bit of a joking tone. Between the heat outside and the excitement from bus Manny mostly needed a moment to catch up to himself. Given a moment to do that and he could help with the pot.



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[h3][color=00a651][i][b]Hunter Monroe[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=00a651]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Cell B
[i][b][color=00a651]Skills:[/color][/b][/i]N/A
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	Hunter sat on his bed looking for anything to pass the time. That came sooner then expected for Hunter though as he heard the heavy footsteps of none other the Cage making his way to the basement. He seemed like he had more then his share to complain about. What through Hunter off was Cage asking him if he had eaten lunch today. Seemed odd as up to this point Hunter's impression of the man was someone who couldn't be bothered to do much unless he had to do it. "[color=00a651]I ate yeah. Why? Does it effect when I get to have dinner or is there some other reason?[/color]" He wasn't sure what to expect, but he found the question suspicious. Some things to Hunter felt like petty reactions from people here, others seemed more professional. Part of him wondered if it was a question to see if they could afford skipping his dinner because he had already eaten and was being punished. He wasn't sure what to make of it. Hunter soon realized he had been gripping the edge of the bed rather hard. Hard enough that when he let go and looked at his hand he could see the imprint on his fingers from where he held it. He figured it was more of where his mind kept going towards, Cage reminded him a lot of someone from his past that he would rather not think about. He had to keep telling himself that Cage was not that man, as Hunter was there when he had died. That man back then was also the reason for some of Hunter's worst scars. The cup up fingers, the slashes across his back, the gunshot wounds. The big gash across his arm. 

	Hunter had to remind himself that Cage, was not that same person. For now not an enemy either. An asshole sure. But there was a difference between an enemy and an asshole. At first at least. "[color=00a651]Having a rough day huh? Mind if I ask why if it's such a problem you don't do it yourself?[/color]" Hunter was pretty set on the man probably felt he couldn't be bothered. But he had nothing else to do so he figured he would ask, pass some time. Get to know the person who held the keys to the outside world. Plus, maybe he wasn't an asshole as much as Hunter thought he was. Or maybe he was and knowing for sure would be nice. Plus if they could work out some kind of positive relationship maybe he would let Hunter have something to do.