<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> It’s not cold. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/39/7a/85/397a85bdf15b2ae5b5719f907a19ed29.jpg)</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 10th, 11am</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Down River</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Angel, <del>Sean</del>, Elle, Edgar, John-James, Robin, Devina</em><br/><hr/><br/><strong>”Shit!”</strong>Billie scowls as they are dumped into the water, and she immediately starts paddling water. She’s very glad she left Winter at the cabin, safely tucked away in bed, or the poor fox would be soaked right now, and floating away. None of this was great, and Billie is fucking<em>terrified</em>. Treading water with giant tentacles whipping around was not her idea of fun, but then, none of these tentacles seem directly interested in them as human bodies. That hot white flash, though, instantly concerns Billie, even as she’s about to yell for Robin to jump out of the boat.<strong>”Elle!”</strong>Billie yells as the other girl and her boat are ripped under the water.<br/><br/><strong>”Keep floating!”</strong>Billie tells Angel, as she starts rapidly swimming towards where Elle’s boat was. Billie isn’t the strongest swimmer, but she certainly has the muscles that allow her to accomplish it with some ease. Which is great in this situation, as she shoves her head under the water to try and find Elle. The water stings Billie’s eyes, but she forces them to stay open, trying to spot the boat and the tentacles dragging it down, at least maybe then she would be able to spot the other girl.<br/><br/>But there’s nothing, Billie can’t spot her, and coming up for air is necessary. So Billie flings her head back and takes a lungful of air, there’s a scowl and a deeply anxious and concerned look on her face.<strong>”I can’t find her!”</strong>She calls out, but then looks around. The fog is gone, and they can actually see the shore, but no campers, no boats, and no counselor Killjoy.<strong>”Does anyone see the other campers? Or Sean?”</strong>Billie twists, trying to spot anyone at all, but her eyes fail to find them, just like they had failed to see Elle.<br/><br/><strong>”Fuck!”</strong>Billie curses, and frowns deeply, before looking around at her fellow campers. Devina was struggling with those boots, Angel and Cloudie were soaked through, poor Robin is just trying to make it to shore, Thorne has makeup running down his face because of the water, and they can’t find Elle.<strong>”Get to shore, we need to be on dry ground and figure out what to do next.”</strong>Billie points to a shore, directing her fellow campers towards the shore Robin has picked.<br/><br/>But Billie doesn’t move yet, still looking for Elle in this cold ass water. Hoping she jumped out of the boat, and swam up towards them.<br/>