<div class="floatleft">(http://i1177.photobucket.com/albums/x359/Briar_Rose_Thorne/Gabrielle-small.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character name: </strong>Gabrielle Cavanaugh<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In Entry Line<br/><br/><strong>With:</strong>Those waiting to get inside<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Without complaint, Gabrielle opened the small clutch purse that she carried, and extracted a small leather id holder and opened it, handing it over for his inspection, and then retrieving it when he was done.  There was a certain satisfaction in the certainty of who she was, even as she felt the niggling curiosity of who she might become if she only did not cling so tightly.<br/><br/><em>"New faces, a new place, a new experience -- or just a drink and loud music.   I was bored, and I heard this might be a good place ... not to be."  </em><br/><br/>The question struck her as a little odd, making her wonder, perhaps, if he thought she was here for some other reason -- maybe they'd had trouble with minor or drugs before and expected some scrutiny because of it.   She hardly thought she was in any danger of being mistaken for someone who was going to cause trouble.  She'd become far too adept at doing what was expected.