<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>James<br/><br/>"What's wrong with my car?" Gracie asked, perhaps a little<em>too</em>defensively. Sure,  it might have been a little beat up, but it still did the job pretty well, plus it held sentimental value for the girl. Whatever James' response, she met it with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, having already made her mind up.<br/><br/>"Anyway, getting some supplies probably is a good idea. Just give me a few to pack up and get ready." Gracie added, mildly surprised at the man's revelation that he had once been married. Leaving things on that note,  the girl turned on her heels and made off in the direction of her room to pack, closing the door behind her once she got there.