<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Fisherman's Wharf, Store backroom, early afternoon<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>James<br/><br/>Gracie's brow furrowed together as she noted the food - and the source of attraction to Toffee in James' hand. The girl could not help but feel a small twinge of jealousy at seeing her companion seemingly ignore her, for the moment anyway. "Yeah sure, whatever." She said, the tiniest hint of irritation in her voice. She figured that it would at least allow her to save a little food, and that was in no way a bad thing. "Just make sure it doesn't have any onions and stuff," Gracie added.<br/><br/>Turning her back on the pair, Gracie began to walk around the store, brushing the dust off of a sleek laptop that she had once coveted. "Always wanted one of these," she sighed under her breath, shaking her head as she continued to check out the rest of the place, bending down low to check the cupboards under the various displays for anything of use, only to find herself continually disappointed. The blonde shot one glance over at Toffee and James, as she made her way over to the last part of the store she had yet to check. Climbing over the counter, Gracie hopped down onto the other side and began to rummage through the various drawers and cupboards, hoping to find at least something that would be worth the trouble of coming all the way out here.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d10, adding 5to the total<br/>Comment: Perception roll 1d10+Notice 2+3<br/>Result: 3,<br/>Total: 8<br/></div></div>