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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 --> Jail
[i][b][color=00aeef]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	Things were going well as more of the education staff had made their way in explaining their side of things. "[color=00aeef]You're not wrong. Many skills can only be learned by experience. And many of those skills may be lost forever now.[/color]" He wondered what trade skills could be lost forever and would have to be relearned from scratch. What medical practices couldn't be practiced due to either the rarity of the conditions the practices were needed for or because of the lack of donated bodies to the medical field. He highly doubted that a walker corpse even a relatively recent one would do what is needed. Plus it was a high risk of infection as an added risk. He did take note of Nigel's Latin. Though he could tell it was Latin he couldn't make a word of it. "[color=00aeef]What does that mean if you don't mine me asking? I'm afraid my Latin is a bit lacking at the moment.[/color]"

	Nigel took a moment to thank Manny for some dental work a while back, Manny appreciated the words as most people seemed not to be a fan of having to go to the dentist prior to the end of the world. "[color=00aeef]It's not a problem, just make sure you keep it your remaining teeth clean. Floss makes a huge difference. If you can't get your hands on floss check supply out for nylon rope bits that are too short to be used and the small strands on those should work. Just make sure they are [i]very[/i] clean. It wont do you any good if you give yourself an infection cutting corners that don't have to be.[/color]" That was the way things were. Though the camp was well equipped, there were just some things that were hard to come across or produce nowadays that needed to be replace with a less then ideal supplement. Biofuel for diesel, nylon string fragments for dental floss, someday probably bows and arrows for guns and bullets when those resources weren't sustainable for regular use. 

	Both gave their explanations on the situation of their students. Nigel explaining a healthy mix of some who needed attention, the Professor not worried about most of her students with the exception of Nikki. She was failing a few of her subjects rather harshly. "[color=00aeef]I'll have a talk with her and see if there's something I can do to help.[/color]" He looked over the papers. Though he was not the main educator for these things he still had gone though several years of advanced schooling and had a pretty good grasp on education. Be it a few years outdated maybe. He also had a pretty good understanding of trouble youth being one himself growing up.

	He organized the papers in his hands and got ready to leave. "[color=00aeef]Anything else going on I should know about before I head over?[/color]" Could be Nikki related, or anything going on with other students. The way he saw it he was always on the clock as long as his assistance was needed somewhere. "[color=00aeef]Nigel, care to join me?[/color]" He had grown fond of the time he spent with his fellow teachers. If the man wanted to stay on the beach he wouldn't blame him, but company was always nice. Manny took note of Amelia as he left the beach and gave her a friendly wave. The girl seemed shy but she worked well with the younger kids in a way Manny couldn't even begin to understand. After waving he continued his walk towards the jail. With his cane in one hand as he walked and the papers in the other he began to wonder if it was better to carry some kind of suit case, but decided for now it wasn't worth it. Supply likely didn't keep a huge supply of them and even from there they were likely prioritized for more important documents then a student's failing test scores. Arriving at the Jail Manny gave a pleasant knocking pattern and waited with the paper nicely rolled up and his cane centered in front of his person.



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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 
[i][b][color=00a651]Skills:[/color][/b][/i]N/A
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	Hunter had a habit of over thinking himself into problems, and being unable to get himself of out these new problems. And when things got worse, he would react in kind and begin making problems worse. And the cycle would repeat until they hit a breaking point. Before the world ended it was easier to catch himself in problem situations before they became that. With the collapse of what structure was in his life and the world around it Hunter had become more impulsive on his worst thoughts. Though he had gotten better in recent months, and having a structure that didn't stress stress him out as often, he still had rough days from time to time. The medication helped a little when he finally accepted to using it. He was still uncomfortable at times, and it showed. Though conditions have been good, there were still days he felt trapped and it showed. He had gotten better, a lot better, but he still had struggles. It would be impossible to hide them. Today was to show that he was better at handling those struggles. Showing he had an idea of how to deal with his struggles, and that he was in control of them and not the other way around.

	Doctor Freedman walked in while Hunter was deep in thought, and spoke some simple yet effective words of wisdom. "[color=00a651]I...[/color]" He froze. He still struggled with stuttering when he got stressed. "[color=00a651]...thanks...[/color]" Neither of them knew that for sure. Anything could go wrong and he could find himself in a much worse position then he was a few months ago. The optimism was appreciated though. Hunter took the doctor's advice and took a few deep breaths. Over the last few months he had begun to trust the doctor a decent amount, though still hadn't shared everything with him. He had attempted to explain portions of his family relationship, his time with Lucy, and a few other things from primarily the post apocalyptic world. He did take effort to cooperate with the doctor, but he did avoid talking about his rather short military career and the things that immediately followed it. Outside of these areas Hunter had shared whatever he had been asked too, but these topics were harder to touch on compared to the others.

	Hunter gave a short wave towards Lisa, Mary, and Roy while Doctor Freedman explained how the day was going to work. Decision day. Hunter wore the best clothes he could both get his hands on, and that he was still semi comfortable in. Hunter did take note of Roy pointing to his cuffs, something he really wasn't looking forward too. He sighed a heavy sigh of relief with a light chuckle at hearing he wouldn't have to be wearing them. He made a quick glance towards Mary and Lisa. Both of whom had helped Hunter from time to time as he stayed in the ward. Lisa had taken most of those roles herself, and was also Hunter's main source of information about Izibell. Hunter was given forms to sign and answer and looked it over. "[color=00a651]Thanks.[/color]" He spoke quietly as he started reading it over. It seemed pretty strait forward. He began wrote down his answers and signatures as follows [i][color=00a651]The treatment was good, place was clean, no abuse.[/color][/i] He debating adding a note how the isolation was getting to him at times. That was the roughest part. He had struggled with isolation prior to entering camp on a much worse scale, but even the levels he experienced the last few months were difficult on him. It led to a few weeks in the middle of his sentence where found himself only responding verbally to the bare minimum and it was the period he was probably the least cooperative. Not necessarily because of the lack of people, but seeing only the same 5-6 people when there were hundreds outside, many of whom were just under his feet, and most of the people he saw on a daily basis he only saw because they had to be there. As he began trusting Dr. Freedman more he found better ways to cope with the isolation of the ward. He had gone through worse isolation prior to entering camp, and between that and the trust he was forming he found himself able to work past it. 

	Hunter filled out the rest of the form leaving out his comments on how the isolation became rather difficult at times. Should the ward see active use again or have any other long term residents it may be something to bring up. He reviewed it one final time and took note his hand writing was still a mess, and chuckled on the proof read thinking about hos his middle school teacher would probably have had a few choice words for letting his hand writing get so bad. "Just because the world ends doesn't mean you can neglect your ELA work Hunter". He'd imagine the words would sound better coming from her. He signed when he was assured it was still readable and handed it back towards Lisa. Then the realization hit him. If today didn't go well, he'd likely not see Izibell again. And infront of him was the only person who could give him any updates on her. "[color=00a651]Hey uhm... How's Izibell doing? Does she seem healthy? Uh...[/color]" He hesitated a moment. "[color=00a651]Happy?[/color]" He'd have to leave after that to be evaluated. But he hoped she was doing okay. She had been doing decent so far, but his worry would never stop for Izibell.