<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ab/6a/04/ab6a048b27f37e120621fc2fd37616aa.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>As pictured + torn black skinny jeans, working towards Today's Make-up Look (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2c/43/fc/2c43fc8c3d3c557559e9d59dec4e50fe.jpg)</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 9th, Morning</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Boy's Cabin</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Liam</em><br/><hr/><br/>The implication that Liam sees him as something of a master in this has a cocky grin spreading across Thorne's face. "Flattery will get you everywhere," he winked as he said this, shooting the other an appreciative glance. "At least, it will with me."<br/><br/>Thorne gives the other an appraising look, brows wrinkled in thought. He wondered if it was true if they were in the same situation. For a moment, he felt the dull ache of abandonment, and of bruises that were no longer there. He hated how vulnerable he felt without his shield of makeup. He chuckled, though the sound was hollow and self-deprecating. "You don't know what my 'situation' is," Thorne replied, voice empty. His gaze was focused on the desk mirror in front of him, though his eyes were distant. "Or at least I'd hope not. For your sake." He goes quiet after he says this, gaze unwavering even as his eyes seem far off and unseeing. After a second or two of this eerie silence, Sad Kitty gently tugs on Thorne's shirt. He startles at this almost imperceptibly and shakes his head as if to clear away whatever cloud had come over him before turning his focus back to Liam. "Yeah, I know what you mean," He answers, taking a moment to analyze the other camper's face. "Yep, you could pull it off."<br/><br/>Thorne smiled ever so slightly, though he tried to hide it."They are, aren't they?" If Thorne had one soft spot, it was undoubtedly for Sad Kitty. "There's a lot of products out there. Makeup isles are a lot when you don't know what you're looking for." Normally, Thorne might be more judgmental, or even outright mocking at another's admission that they don't know something he deems as simple. In this, however, he doesn't seem to have any such impressions. He remembered being in that place himself only a mere couple of years ago. He makes a dismissive gesture with the hand not holding a makeup brush. "You don't need most of that crap though. But yeah, you've still got to layer it."<br/><br/>"That's a start," Thorne shrugs, "besides, that's really all eyeshadow is when it comes down to it." Liam's question has his brow wrinkle in thought as he examines the spread of products before them. What<em>did</em>he wish he'd known then?<em>Even if you look tough as nails, you can still shatter as easy as fine china.</em>Shaking off the sudden stab of pain the thought sent through him, Thorne reached for two products. One a small pump bottle filled with clear liquid, the other a squeeze bottle similar to one a lotion might come in. "Probably these," he says, handing the bottles to Liam. Practical answers were less painful and of more use. "Primer," he points to the pump bottle, "and tinted moisturizer," then to the squeeze bottle. "You'll probably only need to use the primer, but these are something you're going to want if you want to start wearing any kind of makeup."