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[h3][color=00aeef][i][b]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/b][/i][/color][/h3]
[i][b][color=00aeef]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Mess Hall
[i][b][color=00aeef]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	Dinner had been going well so far. Even if a man Manny had never met had started to raise his voice a bit. He heard bits and pieces of what the man was saying but overall Manny figured it wasn't his business. It was something about rations but as Far as Manny knew food wasn't allowed to leave the mess hall. Maybe it was for someone who was working a position through dinner that they couldn't leave from. A guard maybe? A doctor on a busy night? Who knew, it was his first day and he was still getting the hang of things. "[color=00aeef]Good Evening, everything going alright? Things seemed a bit tense?[/color]" He knew it wasn't his issue to worry about, but if he was going to live here he wanted to know what he could. And if things were too personal, Manny would understand if the question was brushed off or if he was told he was pushing too much. And honestly, he mostly wanted to make sure that everything was alright. Once that was taken care of he would thank the cooking crew for his food, with a polite "[color=00aeef]Thank you very much.[/color]" And a nod of acknowledgement. He has had a rougher day then he would like to admit and lost his normal calm and collective self. He would need to make it up to Bass later, and he also needed to make sure in many ways that people knew that wasn't his regular behavior and that it was an unusual anomaly. 

	Catching up with Lisa was nice as well, despite first glances and the unusual paring, the two had seemed to really kick it off as good acquaintances. It was still his first day so he was hesitant to go past that. He had learned that many people nowadays if pushed too much would push bad, even if intentions were good. But Lisa had really made his first day and helped Manny get over a lot of his initial worries about cleaning detail. "[color=00aeef]Fruits are a great choice, but they can be extremely acidic so make sure to brush them, and keep them clean otherwise by the time you are my age they will rot out.[/color]" He said it with a bit of a joking tone, but he found people responded better to dentists if they could keep a positive tone about situations. Eventually another woman came over to talk to Lisa. Something to do with Nikki, the girl who helped with guard duty while the survivors were in quarantine. While they talked he learned that the woman's name was Dolittle. Strange name, but everyone here had names like that it seemed. He let them talk and would only respond after he was addressed. "[color=00aeef]Manny, Former dentist. Hoping to get back into the trade someday.[/color]" He held out his hand to shake hers with a gentle smile on his face while balancing his food with his other hand.

	Seemed Lisa wasn't too worried about whatever Nikki had to tell her. And with some pretty decent reasoning behind it, word hadn't spread by that point. He wondered if some of that though was because Lisa and Himself had been pretty isolated while getting work done today? If that was the case he wondered if there were other things he missed. For all he knew, there could be a new group of people within quarantine already?



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[h3][color=00a651][i][b]Hunter Monroe[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=00a651]Location:[/color][/b][/i]  Jail (AA) Cell B
[i][b][color=00a651]Skills:[/color][/b][/i]N/A
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	Prison had found itself to be more entertaining then he thought it would be, though sadly not in a way Hunter would normally like. Ted got a chance to talk about the amazing secretes of chicken that Hunter pretended to follow and understand, and Ashton had listened to what Hunter had to say. Looking at it, he wished the military had more officers like him in charge when shit hit the fan. Maybe then What pockets of soldiers that survived the first two weeks would have stood a chance to save more people. Instead, refugee camps with light garrisons were forced to hold out with no word or orders from high command as the world decided to keep adding more and more nails to their coffins. Though the constant running and fighting and fear all together with little to no sleep was also a factor. Had they held the numbers to be able to rotate troops that might have helped. So many mights', so little results. Looking back, the more good officers may not have been enough. Lieutenant Anderson was decent, even if he struggled in areas. But there was only so much he could do with splintered units, low ration stockpiles, and so many refugees that there was fear the count was off by the population of a small town or two.

	Ted, had less then pleasant things to say about Hunter. He wasn't sure at what point he had made his way to the edge of the cell, but soon enough into what Ted had to say he found both his hands gripped on the bars eyes locked on Ted. "[color=00a651]My concern isn't about the damn food. Or even Cage leaving. My concern is being trapped down here with the only person who can let us out on the other side of the camp.[/color]" In Hunter's mind it seemed better to miss the meal then take the chance to get trapped with no way to be let out should something go wrong. "[color=00a651]Good for him keeping a schedule, and working all the shitty shifts. They suck, that I get. Those back to back sleepless shifts are god awful messes.[/color]" Hunter did feel bad for Cage in a way working those back to back days and nights while in the military himself. But it wouldn't go far. Cage had made his impression like Hunter had made his own. And like how Hunter had people looking negatively on himself, he wouldn't be able to look far past the impression Cage left on him. Even if some of it was bias due to familiarity with people Hunter had known in the past. Letting go of the bars he clenched his hand and opened it up a few times, rubbing the scar on his arm as he did so.

	Hunter would avoid talking about the NOID stuff, he knew there was nothing he could say that would make that situation better. It did leave him thinking, how little he got along with the people here. He thought back a few days about, talking to Maddoc about how he planned to leave once quarantine was up. And only stayed, because they refused to let him leave with his dog. But now, if he stayed he had lost his dog again. And debated if it was worth staying without her, or with the idea that she would be used as a check to keep him in line. His first thought went to more of a hostage situation, but as those thoughts crossed, he figured that was the wrong word for it. Still, it made him think about how a life here could be salvaged with the reputation he had formed. The fact that someone else took his dog from him and was holding it over his head, and how he clearly didn't get along with the people here. Then, he thought about what Ashton had told him, the points he brought up. "[color=00a651]I'm sure one way or another I wont be a problem for your people by the end of the week.[/color]" Ash had made some good points to keep in mind, but the place had good fortifications against the dead, and it seemed they had enough fighters to fend off humans should a conflict like that start. To add to it, he wasn't sure he was willing to kill for these people. Due to a lack of other viable skills, and the reputation he had made for himself so far, he saw little he would be doing other then restroom duty, and god forbid the sewers. He didn't think that is how he wanted to spend the rest of his life.