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[h3][color=00aeef][i][b]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/b][/i][/color][/h3]
[i][b][color=00aeef]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Hospital/Medical (B)
[i][b][color=00aeef]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	Cleaning had gone well it seemed. Sure, the dirt was a pain, the remains of the plant put up a fight, but between the two of them they were able to make great time! At this rate they would be able to make it to dinner and still have some time in the afternoon to enjoy some personal time. He still wasn't sure what he would pick up for a hobby once that moment came, but he was curious none the less what the options were now. Hearing that Lisa got a promotion was amazing news! "[color=00aeef]That does sound like a rather fun day indeed, I suppose that makes em senior boat cleaner now?[/color]" He said it with a bit of a laugh, thinking back to the joke he told earlier in the day to Alexander. He was glad that Lisa was also able to poke some fun about the planter situation. Her over the top reaction and mood about it made cleaning go by smoother, and made the afternoon a pleasant experience. As finishing up Lisa had replied to his comment about plants in doctor's offices. "[color=00aeef]I suppose that makes sense. I never personally minded them. But growing up in an environment that was less then clean, to then move towards perfection clean levels was an improvement to life. So maybe that is a me thing. But I did find the plants nice over time.[/color]" 

	He let out a chuckle about cleaning with a medical degree. "[color=00aeef]I suppose that is a pretty crazy time yeah. Though from my end I didn't mind too much. It's much less stressful then trying to be a head doctor again. Picking between that and this? Ill go this every time.[/color]" He stopped to think about the implications. Sure, if needed too he would go back into field trauma surgeon mode again. But if he had the option not too, it was a nice break. "[color=00aeef]So feel free to get your head stuck more often, will keep me out of the O.R. for a while. Until then, we take out strange jobs where we get them and make the best of it.[/color]"

	"[color=00aeef]So what hobbies do you have in your free time? Do you have a room full of Rube Goldberg machines?[/color]" If that was the case, he would have to ask about seeing them someday. Though he had little experience with them himself, he found them fascinating to watch. "[color=00aeef]Also, do you know if the library is open after hours? Haven't had a good book to read in a while. Seems like a good time to pick up one.[/color]" Though he wasn't sure if he could take books out, or what all the fine detailed rules were, he had heard there was one and he was excited to see it himself.

	With the cleaning coming to an end it seemed like a job well done. Once the job itself was done Manny started gathering the cleaning supplies and doing a final check on the progress that they had made. "[color=00aeef]Looks like we did pretty good here. Lets get this stuff put away so we can go and get out of here.[/color]" He grabbed the broom and dustpan which had too many names on a stick and any other cleaning supplies he could get with his hands and prepared to bring them back to the storage location. He wondered where he would find himself in the future. Either working in the library or still holding onto his medical experience. 




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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 found his heart rate calming down, and his thoughts clearing a little bit. The aggravation of trying to sort out his thoughts and ideas had been at the very least cleared up a little. Despite Hunter trying to figure out the best way to describe his thoughts for years on end since the world had fallen, Ash had more or less summed it up for him right then and there. Even getting the idea of what it was like firing off his weapon for the first time out of basic training. Hunter held the bars tight while staring at Ashton while he talked. He found it hard to come up with answers to his questions, even yes or no questions at first. "[color=00a651]I... can't remember the specifics of it. But infantry yeah.[/color]" What Ashton said about his training sounded right, but he couldn't be sure even now looking back on it now. He struggled to remember a lot of those early days. Or the days that came before it. "[color=00a651]Can't tell it now, but I was a S.A.W. gunner. One of the biggest dudes on the training group, and could still hold a good pace back then with the full gear. So it made sense at the time. Now? I think I am at like half the size I was all those years ago. Who knew hot pockets had such a short shelf life once the freezers went out.[/color]" He tried it with a laugh at the end, but it was clearly forced this time. 

	Ashton gave a pretty simple explanation of what things were like inn his early days. They sounded... Close to his own. But he could hear the differences rather quick in some regards. "[color=00a651]Our command structure held. Right until the end when those first few weeks were passing. So we didn't have the... faction split that you had apparently. We just... Followed orders I guess. Even the bad ones.[/color]" He paused with his thoughts for a moment. "[color=00a651]No... I guess we did. But in different ways. It's... complicated.[/color]" He figured that is what Ash was talking about. Everything about that first month was complicated. The words that connected most were the ones about how it's not really over until you give up yourself. He was stumped at that, struggling to figure out what to say to it. Should he say anything? Should he answer that honestly or give some non committal answer? He struggled to think of how to reply to it, but then it hit him. That wasn't a question, simply a statement and an important observation. So for that, he simply looked at Ashton and said "[color=00a651]Okay.[/color]" What else was there to say to that? The man had given him a lot of information to think about, and it seemed to be all correct so far. Part of him wanted to say he fought for more then just himself, but since he lost Lucy he wasn't sure on that anymore. Ash's logic seemed to fit, better then anything Hunter could come up with at least.

	The pause of thoughts gave Hunter time to think about the word Ashton had focused on. Sympathy. He felt like a school kid again focusing on that word. But it was important. Hunter wasn't sure how he felt about it, about getting any form of sympathy, but it felt better then the next closest thing he got from people. "I get it". A phrase he had started to pair with people who just wanted to try and gain trust to abuse it. The way Ashton worded it though, he did get it. He was there in an identical structure in those early days and he did understand. The man even offered to share his own stories, which Hunter was hesitant towards the idea. But maybe it would give him a chance to fully understand what had happened when he got deployed. Everything he did remember from those days were spotty at best. He remembered that he went to the stadium his unit got deployed too, but not when or how he got there. He remembered the fight back into the place, but not how he got out. He remembered returning to his old base, but the details of what happened to the civilian group with them he couldn't bring to the surface. He remembered leaving the base feeling lonely, but not 100% sure what happened to the rest of his unit. Though he had ideas. Maybe a chance to hear what someone in a position like his own had to say about those days could help him clear those thoughts of his. "[color=00a651]If I make it out of this, that would be nice.[/color]" He realized he was able to hold his own speech and train of thought this time. He kept himself calm while he talked and held it together. It felt better this time.

	It seemed the cleaning detail of Ted the smoker and Ashton the former Army Captain had more or less finished. He picked up a bit on what Ash said to Ted, and what Ted said to Ashton. Hunter did let out a pretty noticeable laugh at the comment of Cage possibly not being in the building at that point. "[color=00a651]God I hope that's not the case![/color]" He was still stuck in thought from before, but his attention span wasn't a strong suit of his. "[color=00a651]If that is the case, your warden sucks at his job. And maybe you all should fire him for someone better.[/color]" Some of the talk was that Cage held the keys to let him out, another part was Hunter had grown to not like Cage and his less then minimum involvement with the prison work to the point of trapping workers that were not even his own in the basement over night, or to leave them trapped with no way out should something like Ted's cigarette catch a flammable. Though he could acknowledge his mouth had gotten himself to this point, he was still frustrated that a man like Cage had any form of power over other people.