<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/06/73/28/067328c0031cbd466203df7e9c4bcdde.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>John-James "Thorne" Puckett and Sad Kitty (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146248#msg16146248)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Definitely Not Running Away, No Sir (https://64.media.tumblr.com/4d6ae9e23d58139fc1194b8c32ed238e/0f15bf877dd7ba82-77/s2048x3072/5842d32d7426f6f1a33281ee9cdfbfbec9c23b08.pnj) and Today's Make-up Look (https://64.media.tumblr.com/373a7f1f64a5971d85a3b4b321385b93/0f15bf877dd7ba82-dc/s2048x3072/2aca20144aa96f85b64433dff01a2613edc789d0.pnj)</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 12th, Midnight</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Dining Hall</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Billie</em><br/><hr/><br/>"Huh," Admittedly, that wasn't the answer Thorne had expected to hear. Though he wasn't sure what he expected. He looked down at himself as if he didn't know what he was wearing before looking back to Billie with a shit-eating grin. "Well, I can't say I fault your judgement. It's better than the name my parents picked, at least."<br/><br/>With a grin, Thorne followed Billie into the dining hall. "Can't argue that," he looked around for a moment before spotting the vending machines and making his way towards them. "Got anything good planned?" Not that it really matters to him. He's leaving as soon as Billie's out of his hair anyway.<br/><br/>He frowns as Sad Kitty tells the other camper of his plans to leave. While he couldn't exactly get<em>mad</em>at Sad Kitty, he was frustrated with them at the moment. The storm of emotions positive and negative that Billie's concerned look awoke in him left Thorne lost and frustrated with himself and everything. "I don't know. Not here. Why does it matter?" He doesn't quite<em>snap</em>at Billie, but his tone is far from gentle. Thorne didn't understand why she asked. Did she care? How could she? He could count on one hand the number of people who actually gave a shit when he ran away, and he was sure he had irreparably fucked up all of those relationships. "You gonna snitch or something?"<br/><br/>Thorne turned away from the other camper, avoiding catching her eye as much as possible, and all but stormed over to the vending machines. For a moment he thought about how much he could get out of one of them before Billie would get suspicious, though he wasn't sure why he cared. He settled on the promised gummy worms along with a bag of chips and a pop. Half leaning and half sitting on one of the nearby tables, Thorne opened the gummy worms and passed them to the stuffed animal in his hood, "Here." Sad Kitty's response was a "Yay!" and a delighted giggle. They couldn't eat the candy of course, but they enjoyed playing with them, and Thorne could grab one if he wanted them. "So, just come in for a midnight snack then?" He asked, watching Billie go about whatever she was doing with an assessing gaze as if expecting her to call a counsellor into the dining hall or otherwise try to stop him.