<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>: Apartment Complex, morning<br/><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Daniel Bruce, Gracie Evans<br/><br/>He glanced at her as she left, and packed his own meager belongings. There was probably nothing wrong with her car, it wasn't like he was an expert, but a family car could take a lot of cargo, provide shelter, and probably house more than just the two of them. Which he remembered was the case, as there was the guy downstairs still.<br/><br/>"Gracie, there is also this maintenance guy I mentioned." he said to her, "I'm not sure if he wants to come, but if he does, well ... it's up to you. I'm packed and ready."<br/><br/>Not very ready, but at least the company he kept now was living.