<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 &amp; 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/>Thorne couldn't remember a time when he<em>didn't</em>hate mornings. He generally preferred a more nocturnal schedule, one where the judgments of others came less frequently and he could hide under the cover of darkness. Thorne could admit he was what could be called a "colossal bitch" first thing in the morning, though he thought he had adjusted to the 7 am breakfast of the camp as well as could be expected. Sad Kitty had helped to force some improvement in that regard, whether they had intended to or not. He just couldn't be as ill-tempered as his instincts wanted to be when the timid cat was around, and clingy as they were, Sad Kitty was always around. Thorne tried not to think about if that made him soft or not. He swiped tinted moisturizer across his face as he thought. Or rather avoided thinking.<br/><br/>That was another new thing that Thorne had gotten used to over the past few days. While Sad Kitty had always been close by while they did their make-up (though Thorne wouldn't admit it), their vocal desire to be as close as possible, as often as possible was certainly new. Now, instead of sitting on his bed or counter, Sad Kitty sat perched on his shoulder as he got ready for the day. Thorne handed a small eyeshadow palette to the stuffed animal in question. "Pick something good for me, alright?" he asked quietly before turning back to the other products in front of him and selecting a bottle filled with something close to his skin tone.<br/><br/>Staring was something else Thorne had gotten used to, though that had happened long before he came to camp. If you were going to dress, look, or act the way Thorne did, people were going to stare at you. So he had stopped caring about it a long time ago. Or so he thought. Liam's staring got under his skin in a way staring hadn't in<em>years</em>. It made his skin itch, threw him off-kilter and made it hard to focus on anything else. Most people who stared at Thorne at least<em>tried</em>to pretend they weren't. Except for Liam, who didn't seem to care. Did he think Thorne didn't notice? Or did he just not care? Either way, it made Thorne's skin prickle with frustration. Who the hell was he to judge what Thorne did?<br/><br/>Thorne almost threw his brush as he slammed down his hands. "What's your problem?" He snapped at Liam, aggression only slightly undercut by the smudges of concealer under his eyes. "Why are you always fucking staring?" At the loud sound, Sad Kitty flinched and curled in on themselves, hiding behind the rectangular palate in their paws. Thorne felt a pang of guilt. He fucking<em>hated</em>upsetting Sad Kitty. He tried not to let it overwhelm his anger with Liam. Anger was the emotion Thorne found easiest to cope with, after all.