<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.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Gracie, Toffee<br/><br/>"Let's split these up, they will come in very useful." James said, after having put the flashlight away, into his bag for now, as he would hang it from his belt later, and started picking up all the battery boxes that he could find and putting them onto the counter. For the moment he ignored the problem in the future at the problem right now. Division of loot.<br/><br/>"I knew this guy from Colorado once. Almost as big as the shambler outside. Mean linebacker too." he said, smiling, making a bit of smalltalk, as his hands moved to sort out the batteries, even the rare formats, splitting them equally, "But I've never been there myself. Wanted to, but things didn't work out that way. Well, maybe now I could go there. It's not like I have anything better to do."