[center][color=0076a3][h1][b][i]GRACE POTTER[/i][/b][/h1][/color]
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[color=0076a3]Location:[/color] 
Room overlooking the range and in the range -> warehouse 
[color=0076a3]Interaction:[/color] 
[@AcerRo][@Royzooka][@Mr_pink][/center]
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Grace dropped the knot back onto the table and stood up, stretching her back. This was crap. She couldn't untie the knot, she couldn't use her power to blow the knot apart, nor did she have anything to cut the knife up. She looked over at Christie. [color=0076a3]"Maybe we can find a lighter and set the things on fire. Nice bonfire with some marshmallows."[/color] She grinned and looked around the vast, empty room. She eyed her team mates, trying to gauge their personalities by how they handled the task at hand.

Johnny was standing off to the side, a cigarette glowing between his lips, Bryson seemed to be debating with the other two on how to untie the knot, and Raylan seemed to be wandering aimlessly around the warehouse. He tossed the ball of rope to Christie and mentioned something about not feeling it today, no doubt because of his wild night. Grace rolled her eyes. [color=0076a3]"You could just drown it in liquor. Maybe it will pass out in a ditch and untie itself,"[/color] She muttered under her breath. [i]Shit. She said that out loud.[/i] Grace bit her lip and smiled a small smile. It was kind of funny, to her at least. 

She ambled over to a work table and started exploring the rest of the warehouse. There were actually a few little knick knacks scattered around. She gave up on the knot untying and waited for an idea. Her wing started to itch. [color=0076a3]"damn it."[/color] She muttered and shifted her shoulders until it grew unbearable. Looking around the work bench she was exploring, she found a wooden stick. she reached behind her and scratched under her left wing and sighed. [color=0076a3]"damn feathers,"[/color] she muttered and dropped the stick with a loud clatter.