<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Gracie's apartment, morning<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Toffee<br/><br/>"No, I don't want to play right now." Gracie said in an irritated tone, brushing the tennis ball that had been dropped in her lap away, sending it bouncing across the floor and Toffee scampering along in chase. It didn't take long for the ball to back with her though, and this time the annoyed blonde tucked it under one of the couch cushions that she had been sitting on. "There. No more ball for you." She frowned, making a face at the now-confused dog. Gracie's irritation stemmed from the prolonged absence of her unexpected house guest. And while she didn't think she cared too much about what happened to him, it was nice to have some human interaction after what had seemed like an eternity on her own.<br/><br/>It didn't help matters that James reminded her just a little of someone she used to know. Someone from a time so far gone it might as well have been another life. Someone that probably didn't exist any longer. "Ugh. That's so depressing." Gracie groaned, chiding herself for the thought. She picked herself up off the couch and started to pace the apartment anxiously, having admitted defeat in her attempt to read a book to pass the time. If the man took any longer to return, Gracie feared that she might actually start to consider going out to search for him. Anything to stave off that feeling of not knowing exactly what was going on.