<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Fisherman's Wharf, Electronics Store, early afternoon<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>James<br/><br/>Slightly miffed at how the man had seemingly ignored her question about getting out of the place, Gracie eyed the batteries the man had started to lay out on the counter. The girl took what she needed for the camera and slipped them into her bag, and ignored the rest. Having too many things in her bag would weigh her down. Gracie wasn't the strongest person to begin with, and she already had to lug around quite a few things, including her bow.<br/><br/>'Yeah, no idea what a linebacker is, but you do that..." The blonde said rather coldly, refusing to entertain any thoughts of home. She felt she might just break down if she allowed her mind to go there. No, she needed to keep focused on the task at hand - getting the hell out of this place. She began to move around the store, pacing the floor as she tried to think of a way out, before an idea popped into her head. Inspired, Gracie tried to turn on the laptops on display. She knew that they usually had music on them, and if she could get one to turn on, she might just be able to use it as a distraction and allow her to slip away.