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[h3][color=00aeef][i][b]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/b][/i][/color][/h3]
[i][b][color=00aeef]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Camp Mexico Beach's Beach
[i][b][color=00aeef]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	Manny stood eyes closed facing the cooling ocean breeze as the busy season ended. Over the winter he had gotten back into dentistry work only to take note that despite their best efforts there were still people who had weakened enamel either from poor dental care or just wear and tear from grinding or the foods they had been eating. Some people had cavities that were manageable, some needed a lot more help, but thankfully not nearly as much teeth pulling as he thought he would have to do. And no cases that were at serious risk of being life threatening. What he hadn't expected was how much he enjoyed teaching. He had never been in a teaching roll before, and he had never worked with kids who weren't already nearing adulthood. It was an experience he didn't think he would enjoy as much as he did, and something he for the longest time wasn't even sure was possible. 

	Though many of his teachings had been to prepare students who were preparing to be interns at the hospital, he had made it an effort to make sure that most if not all of his students had a solid understanding of basic medical and first aid. In the world they lived in now, there would be countless moments where a trained professional wouldn't be able to immediately tend to a serious injury and the person would need to be stabilized until they could retrieve proper help. Or in the worst case, they may someday be stuck in a situation where there wasn't anyone with proper medical training, and the basic first aid they learned may be the only thing that could someday save the life of someone else. Every now and again something more obscure his knowledge in would come to help in education. He had spent years in higher education and he did pick up some things here or there that he could attempt to remind himself on if the time came, though most of the primary teachings were still left to Professor Edna. He was more there for support and some more specialized tasks and teachings.

	Today was one of the first real days he has had to relax in recent times. Though he did enjoy both of his jobs to rather high glee, he did find himself enjoying the nice sun, the cool breeze, and just being able to relax. Manny strode his way over towards the Professor cane in hand. Though it wasn't something that he was dependent on for motion, he found himself standing for long periods of time every day tiring, and it was nice to have something to lean on in the later hours of the day. When teaching it also acted as a nice tool to point at various objects and displays. He still went for the occasional jogs, and really only tended to use the cane when he found himself standing for hours on end. He was also getting older, and he'd be lying if he said that didn't scare him. He would be turning 73 in almost a month to the day. Though he did what he could to fight it there was only so much that could be done to withstand it. Others in the camp were starting to struggle with similar cases. Some have been for longer. 

	Standing next to the Professor he finally spoke up. "[color=00aeef]They're doing good. Few students struggling here and there, but even they are pulling off the semester well. I guess that can be expected. Some of the stuff they have learned were things I had to learn in post education.[/color]" He chuckled a little. "[color=00aeef]It's almost medieval in a way. Having to learn trade skills at a younger age because that's what's needed. Then we have moments like today. Moment where for a moment everything seems so... Normal.[/color]" Though the camp did what it could to replicate a normal world, it had limitations due to the choices needed to survive. If one were to look left or right in this moment, the edges of the concrete wall that kept them safe from the outside world could be seen. Meals were still done mostly in the mess hall with the rare exception like today with the picnic. The ridged work schedules were also a reminder in their own ways. Though it was a comfortable life style at times, there were always subtle reminders that this was still a safe zone in a world still trying to recover from a disaster. Today was a special day though. "[color=00aeef]Any updates on the midterm grades? Anyone that's going to need a little more attention to get them through the year?[/color]" Though Manny wasn't the primary educator in the school, he was still very well educated and if any of his students needed help understanding something he would be there to help. And if it was something he didn't know, he would figure out what he could about the subject. Should that not be enough, the camp had enough specialists he should be able to find someone who could give either him or the student some pointers to send them in the right direction.

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[h3][color=00a651][i][b]Hunter Monroe[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=00a651]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Third Floor Medical (3rd floor restroom --> Common room)
[i][b][color=00a651]Skills:[/color][/b][/i]N/A
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	Hunter leaned over the bathroom sink preparing himself to puke. The toilet would have been better, but the sink was closer, and the literal fist fulls of water from time to time seemed to help. Today was the day. The day where he'd he judged to see if he was a safe person that could be thrown back into society, or if he was deemed too unsafe and too much of a risk to keep around. Though Hunter had shown a lot of improvement the last few months he still had issues. The biggest thing was now he was better aware of them, how they effected those around him, and he had picked up better ways to deal with those problems before they became problems. He had a lot of damage to fix though, and he wasn't even sure where to begin with that. Splashing water on his face he took a moment to think on it and decided the first step would be to show he meant it when he said he wanted to fix his wrongs. 

	Pulling his head up to look into the mirror he could get a better look at himself. His hair had grown out a bit over the winter, though not nearly as long or messy as it was when he arrived. He wore the nicest outfit he felt comfortable in. A pair of cargo pants with a tucked in white shirt, and a cheap store brand button up. A leftover habit from his life before the world ended. The t-shirt and pants once worn down would make great work clothes, and the button down would only need casual use from time to time, but was cheap and was easy to look decent in as long as whoever you were trying to impress wasn't worried about fancy material or form fitting suits. Though a lot of those aspects were null and void with most of the clothes he had provided for short term usage anyways. He had requested a nicer set of clothes a while ago so he could at least pass as presentable. He was fortunate that he could get his hands on something he found comfortable and presentable.

	He locked eyes with himself in the mirror with a strained smile on his face. "[color=00a651]I hope you're ready for this mate because I sure as hell am not.[/color]" He chuckled thinking that joking to his own reflection would definitely not help the "I'm not crazy I swear" thing he was going for. Hunter made his way towards the common room of the wing, part of his hair and shirts still damp. He was fidgeting with his wrist as he awaited what was to come next.