<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/c0523488e9cdf000-61/s2048x3072/e5ca6caeaa0f9c04615f91f20035efd0b27092ad.pnj) and Today's Make-up Look (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/2f/8b/402f8b1da34804ef893cdd836b6f110a.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/>Why<em>the fuck</em>is Robin still in the damn boat?! Did he not see the giant monster tentacles coming towards them?! Thorne was about to yell at Robin and tell the other teen to<em>Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. The. Boat.</em>, but before he can a bright beam of light cuts through the tentacle. Fortunately, Elle seems to have taken care of the approaching sea monster. Unfortunately, the sea monster seems to have taken care of<em>her</em>mere moments later. Fuck.<br/><br/>As much as he hates to admit it, Thorne is concerned. He doesn't know how strong a swimmer she is, but he can guess she is not strong enough to fight a sea monster in hand-to-hand combat without drowning. Just because he thinks she's been kind of a bitch today, doesn't mean he thinks she deserves to die over it. Still, he's more concerned about Sad Kitty, and he knows with these stupid boots on, he's not swimming well enough to save anyone.<br/><br/>To his credit, Thorne does at least make sure someone else (better yet two someone else's) are looking for Elle before he makes for the shore himself. When he gets there, the first thing he does is yank open his handbag. "You okay?" Thorne's voice has more concern in it than most who see him would think possible as he gently pulls the drenched stuffed animal from the bag. Sad Kitty nods, "I don't like swimming. It's wet and cold." They say, sounding very much like a pouting child. "Ill get you a hairdryer or something when we get back to camp, okay?" Thorne replies with a relieved laugh, setting the cat on his shoulder and beginning the process of fighting the zipper on his boots to remove them.<br/><br/>By the time he's managed to get them off, Elle has reappeared, though not in the way any of the campers would have preferred. Free from his clunky and heavy footwear, Thorne instructs Sad Kitty to hold on tight and begins to wade towards Elle and those dragging her to shore.  He doesn't know much of anything about survival, but he's fairly certain Elle not rousing on her own is a bad sign. Unfortunately, he's also completely clueless as to what to do about it. "Anyone know CPR or something?"