<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/843075716198694913/956695423798616114/41urmAAfmjS._AC_UL320_.jpg) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/953132949098864650/956341312813170689/223673025_501648837562559_5259942990960904425_n.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Billie Stenton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146255#msg16146255)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em> I am the Night (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/498689782172614678/964590986061815828/I_Am_The_Night_Fear_Me_T-Shirts.png), Dad Hates These Pants (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8a/82/7d/8a827db2424fa9c17b0c3296ebd590cf.jpg),  Get Away Boots (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/a7/83/67/a7836705a4b1d4fbf005b14938d80f7a.jpg),  There’s A Little Rebel (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/498689782172614678/964591888185303060/Vintage_Woven_PU_Leather_Men_Bracelet_Set.jfif) </em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 12th, Midnight</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Dining Hall</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Thorne (aka, Aladdin)</em><br/><hr/><br/>Billie raises an eyebrow at the quick turn around by Thorne, like she had scared him. Which, she supposed made sense, considering she hadn’t really given her fellow camper any warning. Still, knowing she had some sneaky skills sent a thrill of pride down her spine, which in turn causes a big grin to spread across her lips. That grin fades to a satisfied smile as she registers his confusion over the nickname. For some reason it hadn’t crossed Billie’s mind that he wouldn’t understand her reasoning over calling him Aladdin. She might have thought about that before, but she hadn’t expected to bump into him tonight either.<strong>”Yeah, cause you look like a persian prince, all fancy with your makeup, and awesome sense of style.”</strong>Billie waves at Thorne, hand sweeping across his silhouette with excitement.<strong>”And I don’t call people by their actual names.”</strong>Billie shrugs, not deigning to further explain that particular quirk.<br/><br/>Billie nods, but keeps moving towards the door to the Dining Hall as if she doesn’t care she now has company.<strong>”Oh definitely should be in bed, but what trouble can I cause in bed?”</strong>Billie shrugs, and holds the door open for Thorne.<strong>”You coming?”</strong><br/><br/>The rebel raises an eyebrow at the visage of Sad Kitty poking over Thorne’s shoulder and speaking to them. Billie glances down at Winter, who glances back with what amounted to a stuffy version of concern. Leaving where, and how exactly?<strong>”Gummy worms are great, but where the fuck do you think you are gonna go in the middle of the night? Over a hundred miles from the nearest city?”</strong>Not that Billie actually gave a shit what Thorne did, but she certainly wasn’t comfortable hearing about one of her fellow campers going missing if she could help it.<br/>