<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 and Sad Kitty (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/>Ugh. What the fuck was Robin yelling about? Was that supposed to help somehow? Because it wasn't. All it was doing was scaring Sad Kitty and pissing Thorne off. He scoops the cat off his shoulder and holds them close to his chest as the others scramble to save Elle. Thankfully, Billie seems to know what she's doing. Unable to do anything about the situation, and frustrated with himself over it, Thorne directs his ire at Robin. "What the fuck are you yelling about?" He snaps, directing a harsh glare at the other boy. Purely because he's pissed. Not at all because the sight of Elle looking lifeless makes him sick to his stomach. Definitely not that. "It's not helping. Why don't you make yourself useful or shut the fuck up?"<br/><br/>Elle was alive. Thank fuck, Elle was alive. Even if she was kind of a bitch, he hadn't wanted her to die. If she was dead he couldn't pick on her. Yep. That was definitely the reason. Thorne fights back a sigh of relief as Sad Kitty wiggles around in his hands, struggling to look at Elle as she sputtered and coughed. "Is she gonna be okay?" The cat asks, voice quiet and shaken. Their one eye is wide as it watches Elle struggle to speak. "Yeah, she's fine." Thorne replies, making a face of disgust as she loses her lunch. It's unclear if he's trying to reassure the stuffed animal, or himself. He raises an eyebrow as she begins clearly searching for something. None of them were missing. Was she still looking for Sean? 'Row-win'? The fuck was that? Oh. Robin. "Seriously?" Thorne mutters under his breath, rolling his eyes. Why was she so<em>obsessed</em>with him?<br/><br/>Angel mentioning a fire draws his attention away from whatever sappy bullshit he was sure Robin and Elle were going to get into now. He turns to the girl with an incredulous expression, one eyebrow raised. "What the fuck do we need a<em>fire</em>for? It's like, eight million degrees out here." As he said this, Sad Kitty looked up at him and tugged on his shirt until Thorne turned his gaze to them. "I'm cold. Fires are warm." The stuffed animal says simply, before looking back at Elle for a second. "She looks cold too." Thorne bites his lip, looking frustrated. His gaze shifts from the small cat in his hands, to Elle, and back to the cat. "Fine. I'll go look for twigs, or whatever."