<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5e/25/cb/5e25cbf6f4b4d85bd44881db727f36d6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>John-James "Thorne" Puckett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146248#msg16146248)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Definitely Fit for Camping Attire (https://64.media.tumblr.com/8e868cef8cb5f77972fb66cfe67417a6/7b6f8ddbe39fceb0-5c/s540x810/b5d1e331e2d119df43eec260e7b8fc69bd109889.pnj) and Today's Make-up Look (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/2f/8b/402f8b1da34804ef893cdd836b6f110a.jpg) with a small cross-body bag (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/48/5d/83/485d83032654ec8c826d0b76ae62b11d.jpg)</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Down River</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Robin | Angel, Billie, Devina, Edgar, Elle, <del>Sean Platt</del></em><br/><hr/><br/>Thorne's pleased smile at Elle's unexpected dip in the lake is short-lived as the others rush to help her. What the hell?! They were supposed to laugh at her or something, not get all buddy-buddy with her! Whatever he could get her back some other time. He'd just have to wait until she was alone or something. Right now he had bigger problems, like leading the pack apparently. Thanks, Sean, that's a hell of a reward.<br/><br/>Even with his indifference toward the councillor, Thorne is noticeably concerned at his sudden disappearance. Still, he bites back that concern, not wanting to show weakness. "Sure, whatever." Even as he dismisses Robin's suggestion, Thorne tries to match pace with him, looking out for Sean, or even just his kayak, as they move.<br/><br/>His concern only increases as the unnatural fog rolls in. "I'm gonna close the bag so you don't fall out if we get pushed around, okay?" Thorne says to the stuffed animal in his bag, zipping it shut as he continues. "You can use the flashlight on my keychain if you get scared, alright?" Not only is he more courteous than is typical, but the concern in his voice is audible. It seems whatever rules Thorne has for everyone else don't apply to Sad Kitty.<br/><br/>"Fuck fuck fuck<em>fuck</em>," Thorne begins to mutter to himself as the water begins to churn and bubble. He's never been kayaking or whatever this was, but even he could guess that was very bad. His suspicions are only confirmed as giant tentacle bursts from the water to slam down near Devina. While he doesn't scream, he doesn't blame Robin for doing so, nearly choking on his own tongue in his fear and shock. "What the<em>fuck</em>is that?!"