<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5e/25/cb/5e25cbf6f4b4d85bd44881db727f36d6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>John-James "Thorne" Puckett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146248#msg16146248)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Definitely Fit for Camping Attire (https://64.media.tumblr.com/8e868cef8cb5f77972fb66cfe67417a6/c0523488e9cdf000-61/s2048x3072/e5ca6caeaa0f9c04615f91f20035efd0b27092ad.pnj) and Today's Make-up Look (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/2f/8b/402f8b1da34804ef893cdd836b6f110a.jpg)</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Down River</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Angel, Billie, Devina, Edgar, Elle, Robin, <del>Sean Platt</del>, A Fucking Sea Monster?!</em><br/><hr/><br/>Thorne's panic only increases at the voice and reaches a new previously unheard-of height as they're spun towards in. "No no no no, fuck,<em>fuck no</em>, this isn't happening." This was it, they were going to die. Thorne's only wish was that at his funeral, the child welfare system would lower his casket, just to let him down one last time. Assuming his body could be recovered. That was... a lot of teeth. God, he didn't even want to come to this fucking camp, and now it was going to kill him. Wasn't that just his luck?<br/><br/>He barely has a moment to register the sea monster lashing out at the other boats before a tentacle is coming toward him. Panicked, Thorne reaches out for his newfound power, looking for an escape. Unfortunately, but perhaps predictably, the fastest escape from the tentacle coming towards the canoe is to leap into the water on the opposite side of it. Fuck.<br/><br/>Suddenly, he was gripped with a new fear.<em>Would Sad Kitty drown? Could they?</em>Thorne had no idea, and it scared him almost as much as the sea monster did. Without much thought, he stuffs the bag into the collar of the life jacket, just below his chin. "Sorry, Kitty." He says before jumping away from the tentacle and into the water, mere moments before the canoe is destroyed. That was closer to death than he<em>ever</em>wanted to be.<br/><br/>"Hey, jackass!" Thorne yells. "Fuck off! We're not gonna dump toxic sludge in the river or whatever! Hell, I'd leave now if I could!" Maybe pissing it off wasn't Thorne's brightest idea, but if his teachers were to be believed, he didn't have<em>any</em>bright ideas.