<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>: Maintenance Room, morning<br/><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Daniel Bruce<br/><br/>The scent wafted ahead of him when the door had opened, a smoker, of course. James' nose just wrinkled slightly for a moment, but the catch of the can was smooth, one handed, precise, without even so much as jostling the can. "No thank you." he said and shook his head, and then held up the can, "Mind if I keep this for later. This stuff is not very healthy to take right after a run."<br/><br/>Of course, this guy wouldn't know health when it hit him in the face, then again, ever since running had become a survival skill, James himself had become even more driven to keep his runs going as often as possible. Even now, he was still moving, as to not let himself cool off too quickly. "I would take water if you have that." he said and looked at the guy, waiting for the moment to politely ditch him and return to Gracie, who might, at that time be about to wake up.