<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ce/6d/20/ce6d20cab3b2af6c5ef3ccd466eb2c8d.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 Fit for Camping Attire 2.0 (https://64.media.tumblr.com/09de33cec1cf80aaebda4631738ac74d/22541b4620bfeaa4-0a/s2048x3072/f9a8ccc665cc30bba93282c87dffe33c0c068d44.pnj) + Handbag (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/48/5d/83/485d83032654ec8c826d0b76ae62b11d.jpg) and Today's Make-up Look (https://64.media.tumblr.com/62acd29de4a60f069459297dadc65138/22541b4620bfeaa4-7f/s2048x3072/d6aad4601dd7dd42080b4140cc5ede5a66548280.pnj)</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 5th, 9pm</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Clearing</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Dani, Devina, Edgar, Elle, Liam</em><br/><hr/><br/>"Are we going to a party?" Sad Kitty asked from their place peeking out of the bag Thorne wore at his side. As always the stuffed animal's voice was quiet, though at the moment it carried a note of excitement as well. "Is it gonna be fun?" A pause and a shudder. "Scary?" As usual, Thorne hadn't meant to bring Sad Kitty along with him, but as usual the cat had pouted and Thorne had relented. Whatever at least he wasn't the only one carrying a stuffed animal around. "Shouldn't be scary. If you get scared just let me know," he replied, looking down at Sad Kitty with a smile that only they ever got to see. "I'll find an excuse to leave."<br/><br/>Though he refused to let it show, Thorne was also a bit nervous. He wasn't invited to things. If anything, he occasionally crashed things. Not only that but he had never actually smoked pot before. Not that he was going to admit either of those things to anyone. He had a reputation to uphold, after all. He was going. Assuming, of course, the stupid uneven ground and stupid tree roots and his stupid boots didn't join forces to kill him on his way there. Momentarily, Thorne wished his current foster placement had thought to get him appropriate footwear before they dumped him at this backwater camp, but that was a fleeting thought. He wouldn't have worn them anyway.<br/><br/>The hoot given at their entrance had Thorne moving reflexively to guard Sad Kitty, who for their part hid almost instantly in Thorne's bag. Almost as quickly as he had startled, Thorne straightened and his mask of confidence returned. "We expecting anyone else to join in? Or is the..." he looked around the gathered campers, his gaze lingering on Elle and Liam before he continued, tone now laced with the barest hint of sarcasm. "Party all here?" As Thorne spoke, Sad Kitty would peek out of the bag just enough to see the other campers and their companions, watching them curiously. If any met their eye, Sad Kitty would hide once more.