<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://document-export.canva.com/M36i4/DAE9C2M36i4/28/thumbnail/0001.png?X-Amz-Algorithm=AWS4-HMAC-SHA256&amp;X-Amz-Credential=AKIAQYCGKMUHWDTJW6UD%2F20220405%2Fus-east-1%2Fs3%2Faws4_request&amp;X-Amz-Date=20220405T062302Z&amp;X-Amz-Expires=50897&amp;X-Amz-Signature=47f38b4f339f16488df7e28a0242bec628d8f4b3723e3fb47b0cd80f1a1fda01&amp;X-Amz-SignedHeaders=host&amp;response-expires=Tue%2C%2005%20Apr%202022%2020%3A31%3A19%20GMT) and Today's Make-up Look (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/2f/8b/402f8b1da34804ef893cdd836b6f110a.jpg) with a small crossbody 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>Angel, Billie, Devina, Edgar, Elle, Robin, Sean Platt</em><br/><hr/><br/>Thorne was bored of the outing almost as soon as it began and he made no show of hiding it. He stood with his arms crossed, only half-listening to Sean's safety lesson, obnoxiously blowing and popping bubblegum throughout. Occasionally, he would open the bag at his side and look inwards to check on Sad Kitty. Anyone who seemed to pay too much attention to this, or dared make a comment was met with a harsh glare. Thorne initially wasn't going to bring Sad Kitty outside the cabin (he wasn't about to look like a fucking<em>kid</em>) but then the stuffie had<em>pouted</em>at him. If Sad Kitty had yelled or argued, Thorne could handle that. But<em>pouting</em>? That just made him feel like an asshole. So Sad Kitty had tagged along in his bag. Whatever.<br/><br/>Sighing and rolling his eyes at Sean's insistence upon life jackets, Thorne almost fights against wearing one. He decides against it, however. He's here for the summer whether he likes it or not, best not to make these people hate him. Too much, anyway. Edgar and Ellie's exchange had him raising an eyebrow and biting a remark that was likely meaner than was warranted. Ellie was largely an unknown, but Edgar, being a cabinmate, needed to not hate him at least. So Thorne held his tongue as he pulled on a life jacket.<br/><br/>Thorne snickered at Ellie's mishap with the oar, though the expression quickly faded to a frown. Though Sad Kitty hadn't actually said anything about it, Thorne could almost hear the cat telling him to play nice if he wasn't going to try and make friends. He sighed and grabbed an oar of his own, though he didn't attempt any fancy maneuvers with it. He didn't want it to become obvious that he had no idea what he was doing with the thing. "Anyone up for sharing one of these things?" Thorne gestured to the canoes with the paddle, almost as if hesitant to touch the thing. Which he wasn't.