<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>James Greene<br/><strong>Location/Time: </strong>Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings (assortment of batteries and maglite).<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Gracie, Toffee<br/><br/>"Why do those shamblers never do what you're expecting them to do." James muttered softly, his tone actually a tad amused, as he himself made a point of the situation, and waited for Gracie to retrieve her arrows, although that wasn't by the plan they had just agreed on. Besides, he'd need to food he'd find there. Not that he'd starve right away, but he was homeless at the moment.<br/><br/>"And then go where ?" he asked Gracie after she asked her question of him, then actually smiling broadly, "Your place ? It's been some time since I heard that. Still the offer is enticing." His tone was cheerful, and actually mostly serious, but there was a good cheer to it as well.