<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 toward 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/>"They probably do," Thorne shrugs, "government only really cares about their own." While it wasn't exactly the same, he could sympathize. Thorne had his own relationship with the struggles of poverty, and though it had ended differently for him, Thorne knew what it was like to try and seek help from an uncaring bureaucracy. Most days, he tried not to care about it. Even though it impacted him daily, it wasn't something he could change, so why bother? But other days? He wanted nothing more than to tear it apart, and make it something that actually<em>worked</em>. Today seemed to be a bit of both.<br/><br/>Thorne listens as Liam tells him about his dream. Thorne wondered if it was something he might have had if his father hadn't left, or his mother had been a parent. Probably not being a musician, but something. As it was now, he just wanted to escape, or to belong. Whatever he could get. "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't," maybe it's a bit cruel, but with the burn of jealousy in his chest, it's hard for Thorne not to be. "But Bowie, or whatever other star you wanna be probably thought it was stupid too." He tags on, not wanting to ruin whatever progress he might have made with the other boy up until this point. "Might as well try." Thorne doesn't actually know enough about Liam's skill to know if it's a stupid idea or not. But he was sure encouragement couldn't hurt as much as the lack of it did.<br/><br/>Thorne examines Liam's face at the question, focusing most of his attention on the other's eyes and lips. "Gold, bronze and purple would make your eyes pop," he says after a moment, "black looks good on pretty much everyone too. Though I'd be careful with black on the lips. It can make them look thinner."<br/><br/>Okay, so maybe he<em>didn't</em>have to turn it down a notch. Interesting. Still, Thorne preens at the comment. Who didn't like being told they were attractive? He's tempted to press it, see how far the interaction could go, but it's clear Liam heard Sad Kitty's comment. Thorne is<em>mortified</em>by it. He'd been hoping he'd be able to be a normal teen at camp, but of course, that had to be yanked away from him too. The worst part was that he couldn't even be mad at Sad Kitty for it, they didn't mean to. They just wanted to make a friend, and for Thorne to make a friend.<br/><br/>He wants to lash out, be aggressive and dissuade Liam from ever finding out how easy he was to toss aside, but Liam's own vulnerability tames that urge slightly. "You can relax, it's not like I killed somebody." Thorne snaps. The instinct to lash out hadn't been entirely defused, it seems. After a moment though, Thorne sighs, looking away from the other boy. "Social services doesn't like it when kids leave. Unfortunately for them, I don't like to stick around." He says in a way of explanation. Thorne doesn't look back at Liam as he waits for an answer, tensed for whatever judgement the other teen will inflict on him.<br/><br/>Sad Kitty seems oblivious to this and is listening to Balor's explanation with rapt attention. They nod eagerly, clearly very excited at this new game, and the new friend to play it with. "Hide. Okay." They mutter to themselves as Balor closes his eyes, looking around for a good spot. When Balor opens one eye and gestures for them to run off, Sad Kitty seems to remember the time constraint and scampers off. For a few moments, they hide behind Thorne, before seeming to decide on a better spot. They climb up on of the blankets dangling off Thorne's bed before crawling behind his pillow with a mischievous giggle.