<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>Elle, Robin | Angel, Billie, Devina, Edgar, Sean Platt</em><br/><hr/><br/>Thorne felt a pang of jealousy when Robin talked about his relationship with his brother. It was something Thorne himself had never had, never would have, he was sure. He'd had something close once upon a time, but he refused to think of that now. It was too late to fix it, so what would be the point? "Sounds nice," he admitted after a moment. "My parents didn't care much for appearances. Or anything really."<em>Especially where little John-James was concerned. </em>He shook his head to clear away the offending thought. "Not that it matters, really."<br/><br/>His eyebrow remained raised as he crossed his arms over his chest and morphed his face into a scowl while he waited impatiently for Robin's answer. When Elle speaks, Thorne's disapproval targets her instead. If looks could kill, Elle would surely have disintegrated on the spot. "Do you always listen in on everyone else's conversations?" He snaps. Having another camper (or more likely two, given how things were going with Robin) hate him so quickly after the start of camp wasn't ideal, but it was easier than the reverse. At least it was for Thorne.<br/><br/>"Oh we will. We're just giving you a head start," Thorne returned. Though he was smiling as he said this, it was a dangerous look, as sharp as his chosen namesake. As she paddles away and Thorne and Robin are left as alone as they can be, he sighed at looked back to the other boy for a moment. "It's fine. There's no hard feelings over what you said," he sounds uncharacteristically awkward and stilted as he says this, and he looks away from Robin and down into the water before he continues. "I'm just used to people being assholes, you know?"<br/><br/>Thorne starts his own attempt at paddling forward, occasionally looking back to Robin and some of the other campers to follow their lead. His goal now is to beat Elle, just to rub it in her face. He wants to paddlewhack her (<em>whatever the fuck that means</em>) just to piss Sean off, but a better idea strikes him instead. If they are able to get within close enough range to Elle's kayak, Thorne will stick his paddle underneath it and push it upwards in an attempt to flip her kayak over.