<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/06/73/28/067328c0031cbd466203df7e9c4bcdde.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>John-James "Thorne" Puckett and Sad Kitty (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146248#msg16146248)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Definitely Not Running Away, No Sir (https://64.media.tumblr.com/4d6ae9e23d58139fc1194b8c32ed238e/0f15bf877dd7ba82-77/s2048x3072/5842d32d7426f6f1a33281ee9cdfbfbec9c23b08.pnj) and Today's Make-up Look (https://64.media.tumblr.com/373a7f1f64a5971d85a3b4b321385b93/0f15bf877dd7ba82-dc/s2048x3072/2aca20144aa96f85b64433dff01a2613edc789d0.pnj)</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 12th, Midnight</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Outside the Dining Hall</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Billie (Incoming) | </em><br/><hr/><br/>Thorne had packed all his belongings into his duffle bag that afternoon. No one seemed to notice, and if they had, they didn't say anything about it. They probably just thought he was finally cleaning up after himself and his makeup-y mess next to his bed. It wasn't like they could know any better, they'd only known Thorne for a little over a week after all. But no, that wasn't what he was doing. Thorne was leaving. He needed to get away from here. Placing Sad Kitty safely in the hood of his cropped hoodie, Thorne slung the strap of his duffle bag over his shoulder and crept out of the cabin.<br/><br/>"Why are we leaving again?" Sad Kitty asked, quiet as they always were. "I think it's nice here. People care."<em>That's why I have to leave,</em>Thorne wanted to reply,<em>it hurts too much</em>. "That's bullshit," he said instead, lie falling easily from his lips. "No one ever actually cares, not really." The cat was quiet for a moment. "Oh." Was the only answer Thorne received as they snuggled deeper into the hood they rested in. The hurt undertone in Sad Kitty's voice tugged at Thorne's heartstrings, but he thought it was better the stuffed animal learned these things, even if they somehow hadn't already.<br/><br/>Reasonably, Thorne knew he couldn't actually run away from the camp. Not unless he wanted to walk along a highway in the woods in the middle of the night and get into the car of the first person that stopped for a lone teen anyway. And while Thorne could be reckless and tended to care less about his own wellbeing than he should, he wasn't stupid. And he didn't want to put Sad Kitty in harm's way. Still, he needed to go through the motions of it, scratch that ever-present itch under his skin or he'd go insane. Thankfully, his newfound abilities made it easy to creep through the dark camp without the use of a flashlight.<br/><br/>Knowing he couldn't actually leave the camp had Thorne a little lost. He wasn't sure where he could go to scratch his itch to leave. Normally, the first thing he would do was raid the kitchen cupboards, taking whatever he could get away with to feed himself until the cops or the social workers found him again. Knowing this, he supposed it shouldn't be a surprise that he had wandered to the dining hall. "Are you getting snacks?" Sad Kitty asked, peering over Thorne's shoulder. "You should get gummy worms. I like their silly shapes." Thorne smiled softly in a way he never did when he knew anyone except Sad Kitty could see. "Yeah, sure. We can get gummy worms," he chuckled.