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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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	Hearing about problems among the new people was a bit upsetting. The place had a lot to offer and to hear things like that was a shame. The kid with the dog. Manny remembered him a bit, though had little interactions with him so far. From his best guess, the kid had some of his own issues that he couldn't get over. Though it did make him think if it was something that developed post or pre collapse. Lisa had gotten to the question first, but he was interested too. What was considered too much for these people, and what was their line to not cross. Though he wondered what court martial would be like. Sometimes he forgot that this was a military based camp. It was a harsh reminder, and even though things had been okay on his end so far it was still an unsettling feeling.

	He was intrigued to hear that there was already someone as acting dentist in this place. Though fresh out of school with limited understanding of the field. "[color=00aeef]Don't underestimate a good tooth pull. Easier then some jobs sure, but by no means easy on it's own.[/color]" The idea of it was strait forward enough, but it was nice to know they had most of the equipment already setup in some way. Or even enough to do a tooth pull. Though the idea of people not in the field having to figure out more extreme things using books and other medical experience did give Manny a noticeable cringe. He had little room to do so, as he had been forced to do the same thing over the last 5 years. Maybe that is how other doctors saw him, someone in the wrong field trying to do things way out of his league, and being lucky that it has worked as often as it has. With that thought, he figured he must have seemed like one pretty big hypocrite. "[color=00aeef]I'm glad you've been able to make it work so far. Though I have to ask, you said... Had? Does he not do that anymore or...[/color]" Even after all of this, it was hard to mention the other end of the word Or. 

	Manny followed as Lisa and Dolittle made their way to seats. It was an interesting dinner so far, and they hadn't even gotten tot he food yet. "[color=00aeef]Have you been in the camp long DoLittle?[/color]" He found the codenames things a little strange still. Not sure it was something he could get used to himself, but he had no reason not to call someone by whatever name they wanted to be called by. He did wonder if he would end up with a code name before long, though the name he went by currently was already kind of a nickname. Out of all the conundrums to figure out, this one seemed like one that wouldn't end with any harm no matter the way it went. He found it rather fun in a way too.


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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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	Ted had a lot of his own stuff to say. Hunter listened to some of it, some of it he didn't after a bit. Like the conversation with Maddoc, some information had been added to the mix, but not a single concern had been addressed yet. It was a stalemate of communication, Hunter refused to listen to whatever Ted or anyone else from here had to say, and the locals held little care for what he said. "[color=00a651]Just go fuck off mate.[/color]" Hunter made his way to the bed and would find a nice spot to lay down on it. Ash had been a voice that helped Hunter keep a level head. "[color=00a651]Options are one word for it Ash. Best guess they're debating on that threats to shoot me from a week ago. If so fuck 'em too.[/color]" He rested staring at the ceiling. He figured with how quickly they went to that option last time, it was even more likely that they would want him shot this time. 

	Hunter unsure how to kill the time laid down facing the wall of his cell and would try to nod off a bit. He contemplated talking with Ashton a bit. There were things he wanted to say to the man, but he didn't want to chat that much in front of Ted. He felt he still needed to apologize to him for how he treated him during cleaning. He was also one of the few people he had met who actually had an idea of what Hunter had gone through. Even if events played out differently, he held an idea. Looking back, the only other person in his life who really had that idea would be Pete. Though Pete had been there, and had faced the chopping block first hand long before Hunter did. And even after they had met, he didn't last long. Ash at this point had. He survived, he knew what things were, and had a real Understanding of what things were like in the military in those early days. The chaos, the senseless death and destruction, the brotherhoods ended with the barrel of a rifle. He wondered if Ashton had things he regretted doing those days. He figured he did, but he was better about not letting it get to him maybe. Or maybe he had a better way of getting through things then Hunter did.