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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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	There was a lot going on at this point that Manny attempted to keep track of. When Amelia explained what had happened before it made a bit more sense now. "[color=00aeef]Well hopefully you don't have too many encounters like that.[/color]" He did find her view about smaller dogs being more tolerable then bigger ones. Made him wonder how well she would get along with Lisa with their totally opposite views of dogs? Manny didn't have too strong an opinion of dogs overall but he could see why people liked them. And why some feared them. She got to the part about Nikki, and how she stayed behind at the jail. He wasn't really sure how to follow that up other then a simple thanks. "[color=00aeef]Okay. Thank you for sharing.[/color]"

	When things moved back to the work day, he smiled a bit as Amelia talked about her day and the people she worked with. "[color=00aeef]Well that does sound like a good day. I'm glad to hear you enjoyed yourself today.[/color]" Seemed the supply team was a good team to work on as well. He was glad to hear it. The most important part about integration with a new group is getting along with those already here. Manny had some of his own hiccups today, but seemed Amelia had been doing better then he was which seemed like a win. 

	It seemed Nigel, the Neo-Roman was taking Hunter's situation harder then anyone else had so far. Rosie had some reassuring words for the man but it was hard to say how well he was taking them. "[color=00aeef]Nah, I wouldn't say totally lost.[/color]" He paused for a moment, debating sharing a story from his time as the head doctor in his last group. "[color=00aeef]A couple years ago, the scavengers in my last community found this girl who had been injured on her own. Looking at her, she didn't look at her she didn't seem like she had much of a chance, but I operated to try to save her life anyways.[/color]" He lifted his right hand to point at the thinnest scar on his palm compared to the other slash like scars on his hands. "[color=00aeef]She woke up only a few minutes after I finished the operation, and to thank me she stabbed me with a scalpel.[/color]" He lowered his hand and held a look of "[i]Yeah one of those days[/i]". "[color=00aeef]After we calmed her down and made sure I wasn't at risk of infection, we figured out that she had been a prisoner in... a group of people who had done rather horrible things to her. Even after she calmed down she refused to trust anyone for the longest time and would have to be regularly subdued. It took a while to assure her that her new home was safe, but we did over time. And she became a rather amazing woman we learned knew more about carpentry then our own carpenter.[/color]" He stopped the story there. For all intents and purposes that was a better ending to the story. "[color=00aeef]It will require a lot of work on his part, especially since we don't know what he is in for. But as long as he didn't stab anyone too hard I think he still has a chance.[/color]" He shrugged with a warm smile on his face. He didn't have too strong of hope for the boy, but his own thoughts didn't need to be a downer on the situation. Why not give the man a little hope to work with? 



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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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	Hunter had at least gotten himself comfortable on his bed. The fork was a reassurance that at least he had something. Not much but something. When Cage when to take the tray Hunter debated saying something along the lines of he wasn't done with it yet, but it didn't come across as more then him shifting in his own bed. Cage said something about not doing anything stupid, and Hunter was ready to reply something about the remains of his former cell mate, but held off. "[color=00a651]Think we're a bit late for that.[/color]" He stayed laying down on the bed not making eye contact. He wouldn't move while Cage was still in the room.

	Hunter sat up after trying to sleep for a while. The nap he took before really threw him off and he wasn't sure what he could do to help pass the time until he was tired enough to sleep again. He looked at the fork in his hand, and thought about the conversation he had with Ashton before. He debated a few things. But even though the talk with Ashton was a simple one, it opened a stream of thoughts that Hunter had spent years trying to suppress at the cost of not being completely sure what portions of his memory are reality and what are things he told himself to make it easier to cope. What he knew for sure? He knew their names. [color=00a651]Lieutenant Anderson. Lieutenant Matheson. Staff Sergeant...[/color] He paused. He didn't remember the Staff Sergeant's name. He cursed himself for forgetting. "[color=00a651]Pete. Lucy. June.[/color]" He continued to list of names for a while until he hit a group of names he wasn't ready to say out loud. He figured he'd stop there. He knew who they were, and he was the last to know who they were by name. "[color=00a651]And, Izibell.[/color]"