<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/843075716198694913/956695423798616114/41urmAAfmjS._AC_UL320_.jpg) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/953132949098864650/956341312813170689/223673025_501648837562559_5259942990960904425_n.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Billie Stenton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146255#msg16146255)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em> I am the Night (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/498689782172614678/964590986061815828/I_Am_The_Night_Fear_Me_T-Shirts.png), Dad Hates These Pants (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8a/82/7d/8a827db2424fa9c17b0c3296ebd590cf.jpg),  Get Away Boots (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/a7/83/67/a7836705a4b1d4fbf005b14938d80f7a.jpg),  There’s A Little Rebel (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/498689782172614678/964591888185303060/Vintage_Woven_PU_Leather_Men_Bracelet_Set.jfif) </em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 12th, Midnight</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Dining Hall</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Thorne (aka, Aladdin)</em><br/><hr/><br/>An air of confidence overtakes Billie as a huge grin spreads across her features. Of course he couldn’t, Billie was a great judge of nicknames, if she did say so herself.<strong>”Heh, well then we are both winning.”</strong>Billie nods, slipping past Thorne and into the dining hall without a second thought, as if she owned the place.<br/><br/>The female rebel eyes Thorne, as he makes his way to the vending machine, a glint of mischief flashing in her irises as she shakes her bag just a little. Cans of spray paint bump against each other making a ton of noise with just that little shake. Billie had learned a very long time ago that tagging was not a quiet adventure. After the first trip to the local police department, and a following day of bitch outs from daddy dearest, Billie had invested in a  pair of gloves, and a group of cheap canvas bags from the dollar store. Which was what she had just shaken.<strong>”A little creative art is on my agenda.”</strong>Billie smirks, and then walks up to the vending machines with Thorne.<br/><br/>Billie leans back against the wall as Thorne does his thing, and snorts loudly at his response to her line of questioning.<strong>”Dude, chill. I’m not a snitch. I just don’t want you to get eaten by a bear or something.”</strong>Billie shrugs, feigning her indifference.<strong>”Cause that would suck, you are too pretty to turn into bear meat.”</strong>Billie watches Thorne take a seat and shrugs, deciding on a Mountain Dew and some M&M’s as her sugars of choice.<br/><br/><strong>”Come in here? Yeah, snacks are necessary for making trouble.”</strong>Billie grins again, and sets Winter on the table in front of her, before ripping open the M&Ms and chomping down on the sugary treat.<strong>”You guys should come with us!”</strong>Winter speaks up, getting an eye roll from Billie as she cracks open her mountain dew. Winter had always been the social one, it’s no surprise the stuffed animal would be as social as her namesake.<strong>”Jesus Winter, didn’t even think to ask me before you invited other people?”</strong>Other people often just got in the way, or she had to think about them before running from the cops.<strong>”You said you wanted to make friends! Here’s a friend.”</strong>That was true, and there were no cops here. No one to run from besides a bunch of camp counselors, and what the fuck where they gonna do? Make her clean it up? Big deal.<strong>”She makes a point, you could hang out with me. Instead of turning into bear food.”</strong>Billie shrugs, leaning back in her seat, and crunching a couple M&Ms as she stares at Thorne waiting for an answer.<br/>