<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>: Gracie's Apartment, night & morning<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/>James had stayed quiet with his own thoughts during the movie. He thought he had seen it. But he actually didn't care. He wasn't much for the movies and television shows. At least he was somewhat capable to spend hours on end on his feet pretending to be alert. A boring job in sales could do that to you. At times he shot glances at Gracie, wondering what was 'wrong' with her. When the movie ended, and she talked to him, he nodded. Then actually looked on in amazement at her moving all her stuff. If he had wanted her harm, he could have done so all through the time he had been in this apartment. And the thought had crossed his mind.<br/><br/>"Thank you." he said to her, as she mentioned the options for him to sleep and he glanced about after she had left, and then went into the hallway, sleeping with his feet against the door. He couldn't have told the girl, but her apartment, while stocked with luxuries was also a deathtrap. Sure, he could probably get down, and maybe up too. But he doubted she could. James then grinned for a moment. The only reason he was this worried about her is because he wanted to fuck her. He dragged his duffelbag closer and took a couple of tissues and his hands disappeared underneath the blanket. It did help for the moment, but the next morning, before the sun was even up, he felt even worse. So he got up, tossed the tissue, did his business in the bathroom, putting down the seat again when he was done, and started to change clothes. Back into the jersey and shorts. Because he needed a run. Because maybe his own lust was the reason Gracie was so weird. And it had only gotten worse the longer he was without company. Even putting a hand to himself was of no relief. So he needed to run.<br/><br/>Using a piece of paper and a pen, he wrote a quick note to Gracie, sticking it to the front door. "Out for a run. Back soon." he wrote, glanced into the hallway and was glad there were no shamblers there. And then he left the building as careful as he could, although most shamblers would go after him, instead of trail back where he had come. Out into the streets, to clear his mind with a run.