<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ce/6d/20/ce6d20cab3b2af6c5ef3ccd466eb2c8d.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 Fit for Camping Attire 2.0 (https://64.media.tumblr.com/09de33cec1cf80aaebda4631738ac74d/22541b4620bfeaa4-0a/s2048x3072/f9a8ccc665cc30bba93282c87dffe33c0c068d44.pnj) + handbag  (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/48/5d/83/485d83032654ec8c826d0b76ae62b11d.jpg)and Today's Make-up Look (https://64.media.tumblr.com/62acd29de4a60f069459297dadc65138/22541b4620bfeaa4-7f/s2048x3072/d6aad4601dd7dd42080b4140cc5ede5a66548280.pnj)</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 5th, 9pm</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>The Orchard</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Dani, Devina, Edgar, Elle, Liam</em><br/><hr/><br/>Dani's comment provokes a spark of rage and indignation in Thorne, and he thinks up a flurry of cruel retorts. At least he didn't have to remind people about his prick like she felt the need to remind them about her tits. At least he didn't look like a lesbian camp counsellor. At least he had style and taste. Plenty of venom could have come from Thorne in reply. It doesn't though. Instead, Liam speaks up, blushing and saying Thorne would like fine without the makeup. It catches Thorne off guard. No one had ever said that before. And the other boy is blushing. Huh, interesting. Thorne would have to... investigate that. "Just fine?" He asks, smirking. "I'll have you know I'm the hottest person here." Then, he turns his attention back to Dani, his grin becoming sharper, almost dangerous looking. "So, you always a bitch or am I just special?"<br/><br/>Normally Thorne probably wouldn't have let things go so easily, especially not comments about him or his appearance. He was feeling strangely laid back and calm though. He supposed that was the pot. It was nice to be so calm and comfortable, less focused on keeping up the image of himself he worked so hard to create. Maybe this is something he should do more often. Thorne reached into the bag at his side to pet Sad Kitty, who replies with a curious "mrrp" before beginning to purr quietly.<br/><br/>Thorne's an only child as well... sort of. Technically, he had foster siblings at the moment, though that hardly counted in his mind. Either way, Thorne's own family situation is complicated, and something he'd rather not share with a bunch of strangers, at least one of whom he's certain would pounce upon the weak spot in an instant. He doesn't chime in, choosing instead to listen. Maybe it'll help him come up with some better lies for when someone inevitably tries to bring up his family this summer.<br/><br/>"It's not a classic or anything, but I thought Fear Street was pretty good," Thorne chimed into the horror movie conversation. He hadn't seen very many classics, just whatever was available on Netflix whenever his current foster placement happened to have it. "It's got a good plot, and the characters aren't mind-numbingly stupid." He tries not to think about the bit about the possessed camp councillor massacring the camp full of teenagers. Shit at this camp is<em>just</em>weird enough that Thorne wouldn't consider it out of the realm of possibility.<br/>