[Camp Runamuk] Dining Hall
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				Title: <strong>[Camp Runamuk] Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>01-04-2022, 22:59:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Camp Runamuk<br>Dining Hall</span></strong></div><br><div align="center">(https://forestlakecamp.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/IMG_1850-2000x1333.jpg) (https://forestlakecamp.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/IMG_1876.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><hr>The newly renovated dining hall is open every day for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Though the kitchen is not manned outside of those hours, there are snacks such as chips and soda available, as well as general vending machines for those wanting a wider selection. The majority of the seating is focused around long benches, though there are a few circular tables with individual dining chairs. These are usually taken over by counselors and administration during dining periods, to make sure they're kept visible for any issues campers may have.<br><hr></div><br><div align="center"><strong>GM Announcements (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341209.msg16151117#msg16151117)<br>Character Sheets (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16144921#msg16144921)<br>OOC Chat (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341011.msg16144918#msg16144918)<br>Sporting Yard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341078.msg16146870#msg16146870)<br>Performance Center (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341080.msg16146899#msg16146899)<br>Arts &amp; Crafts Hall (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341081.msg16146941#msg16146941)<br>Science Building (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341084.msg16147012#msg16147012)<br>Sweetwater Lake (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341117.msg16148075#msg16148075)<br>Gardens (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341118.msg16148093#msg16148093)<br>Cabins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341119.msg16148106#msg16148106)<br>Dining Hall (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341130.msg16148627#msg16148627)<br>Deep Woods (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341131.msg16148641#msg16148641)<br>Administrative Offices (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341133.msg16148771#msg16148771)<br>Surrounding Woods (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341183.msg16150460#msg16150460)<br>Mountain Trails (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341188.msg16150578#msg16150578)</strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="codeheader">Code: (Header) <a href="#" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=3]Stuffy Picture[/img] [img height=200 padding=3]Human Picture[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Character Name:[/b] [i][url=https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=326182.0]Name[/url][/i]<br>[b]Wearing:[/b] [i](Optional) What is your character wearing, or 'as pictured?'[/i]<br>[b]Time:[/b] [i]Time; Morning/Afternoon/Night[/i]<br>[b]Location:[/b] [i]Locationl[/i]<br>[b]Tagging | Mentioning:[/b] [i]Tagging[/i]<br>[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>15-04-2022, 18:22:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/06/73/28/067328c0031cbd466203df7e9c4bcdde.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>Definitely Not Running Away, No Sir (https://64.media.tumblr.com/4d6ae9e23d58139fc1194b8c32ed238e/0f15bf877dd7ba82-77/s2048x3072/5842d32d7426f6f1a33281ee9cdfbfbec9c23b08.pnj) and Today's Make-up Look (https://64.media.tumblr.com/373a7f1f64a5971d85a3b4b321385b93/0f15bf877dd7ba82-dc/s2048x3072/2aca20144aa96f85b64433dff01a2613edc789d0.pnj)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 12th, Midnight</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Outside the Dining Hall</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Billie (Incoming) | </em><br><hr><br>Thorne had packed all his belongings into his duffle bag that afternoon. No one seemed to notice, and if they had, they didn't say anything about it. They probably just thought he was finally cleaning up after himself and his makeup-y mess next to his bed. It wasn't like they could know any better, they'd only known Thorne for a little over a week after all. But no, that wasn't what he was doing. Thorne was leaving. He needed to get away from here. Placing Sad Kitty safely in the hood of his cropped hoodie, Thorne slung the strap of his duffle bag over his shoulder and crept out of the cabin. <br><br>"Why are we leaving again?" Sad Kitty asked, quiet as they always were. "I think it's nice here. People care." <em>That's why I have to leave,</em> Thorne wanted to reply, <em>it hurts too much</em>. "That's bullshit," he said instead, lie falling easily from his lips. "No one ever actually cares, not really." The cat was quiet for a moment. "Oh." Was the only answer Thorne received as they snuggled deeper into the hood they rested in. The hurt undertone in Sad Kitty's voice tugged at Thorne's heartstrings, but he thought it was better the stuffed animal learned these things, even if they somehow hadn't already.<br><br>Reasonably, Thorne knew he couldn't actually run away from the camp. Not unless he wanted to walk along a highway in the woods in the middle of the night and get into the car of the first person that stopped for a lone teen anyway. And while Thorne could be reckless and tended to care less about his own wellbeing than he should, he wasn't stupid. And he didn't want to put Sad Kitty in harm's way. Still, he needed to go through the motions of it, scratch that ever-present itch under his skin or he'd go insane. Thankfully, his newfound abilities made it easy to creep through the dark camp without the use of a flashlight. <br><br>Knowing he couldn't actually leave the camp had Thorne a little lost. He wasn't sure where he could go to scratch his itch to leave. Normally, the first thing he would do was raid the kitchen cupboards, taking whatever he could get away with to feed himself until the cops or the social workers found him again. Knowing this, he supposed it shouldn't be a surprise that he had wandered to the dining hall. "Are you getting snacks?" Sad Kitty asked, peering over Thorne's shoulder. "You should get gummy worms. I like their silly shapes." Thorne smiled softly in a way he never did when he knew anyone except Sad Kitty could see. "Yeah, sure. We can get gummy worms," he chuckled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessLowell12</strong> on <strong>15-04-2022, 20:52:58</strong>
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				<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), &nbsp;Get Away Boots (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/a7/83/67/a7836705a4b1d4fbf005b14938d80f7a.jpg), &nbsp;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><strong>”You know sometimes I wonder if you know what the definition of rules is.”</strong> Winter sighs, taking a moment to stretch his legs out in front of her as Billie studies the stretch of the camp in front of her. There’s clear debate to Billie, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she looks down at the stuffed animal. <strong>”I do! Rules are made to be broken.”</strong> Billie winks at the fox, and then scoops her up off the ground. Winter chuckles, and shakes the fluff of his head from side to side.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>”Hmm, I’m hungry.”</strong> Billie announces, as she starts off towards the dining hall. There’s a scoff from Winter as she makes her way forward. <strong>”You are always hungry! It’s a wonder you stay so skinny!”</strong> Billie snorts, <strong>”Are you judging me? Stuffy?”</strong> There’s a grin on the rebels face, <strong>”I wonder if they have brownies made. Or, no ooh! Cereal! Specifically chocolate crunch. Mmm”</strong> Billie’s stomach rumbles just thinking about it, and that grin only gets wider. <strong>”That’s your big plan for the night, eat cereal?”</strong> Winter twists his little head to look at Billie with pure <em>judgment</em>. Billie scoffs at such an attitude from such a small being, <strong>”Hell no, it's just step one in a trio of trouble!”</strong> Billie assures, twisting her free wrist to jingle her bracelets back and forth. <strong>”So fuel is step one, what’s step two and three?”</strong> Winter doesn’t get an answer, as Billie stops outside the Dining Hall with a curious expression on her face.<br><br>Just outside the Dining Hall, there was Thorne. Or as Billie so affectionately called him; Aladdin. <strong>”Whatcha doing out of bed Aladdin?”</strong> Billie leans forward, raising an eyebrow as she studies her fellow camper. As usual he’s dressed impeccably, but it's hard to make out details in this light. Billie can, however, see the duffel bag being carried. <strong>”Are you going somewhere?”</strong> She asks, pointing at the bag. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>15-04-2022, 21:30:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/06/73/28/067328c0031cbd466203df7e9c4bcdde.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>Definitely Not Running Away, No Sir (https://64.media.tumblr.com/4d6ae9e23d58139fc1194b8c32ed238e/0f15bf877dd7ba82-77/s2048x3072/5842d32d7426f6f1a33281ee9cdfbfbec9c23b08.pnj) and Today's Make-up Look (https://64.media.tumblr.com/373a7f1f64a5971d85a3b4b321385b93/0f15bf877dd7ba82-dc/s2048x3072/2aca20144aa96f85b64433dff01a2613edc789d0.pnj)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 12th, Midnight</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Dining Hall</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Billie</em><br><hr><br>Thorne's smile disappeared as he whirled around to face the newcomer, Sad Kitty hiding in his hood as he did. <em>Fuck</em>. No one was supposed to see him. No one was supposed to know. It did come as some relief that it was Billie though. She certainly didn't strike Thorne as the type to rat anyone out, and while he had no problem with councillors knowing he broke the rules, he was pretty sure they were required to report attempted runaways and he didn't want to deal with that tonight. <br><br>"Aladdin?" He asked, brow raised. While he didn't quite understand what her nickname for him meant, he supposed it was better than being called a clown, or the insinuation that he didn't care what he looked like. Thorne fought the urge to attempt to hide the duffle bag behind himself, knowing it would only make him more suspicious. Instead, he straightened his back and puffed his chest slightly in a show of confidence. "What's it matter to you? Shouldn't you be in bed anyway?"<br><br>As Thorne attempted to change the subject away from his leaving the camp (or his failed attempt to do so), Sad Kitty peeks over his shoulder and gives an answer of their own in an uncharacteristic show of bravery. "We were getting gummy worms!" They don't have the anatomy to create a visible smile, but it can be heard in their voice when they talk about gummy worms. However, the happiness turns to something resembling a pout with Sad Kitty's next words. "Then we're gonna leave."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessLowell12</strong> on <strong>17-04-2022, 02:19:16</strong>
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				<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), &nbsp;Get Away Boots (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/a7/83/67/a7836705a4b1d4fbf005b14938d80f7a.jpg), &nbsp;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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>18-04-2022, 02:35:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/06/73/28/067328c0031cbd466203df7e9c4bcdde.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>Definitely Not Running Away, No Sir (https://64.media.tumblr.com/4d6ae9e23d58139fc1194b8c32ed238e/0f15bf877dd7ba82-77/s2048x3072/5842d32d7426f6f1a33281ee9cdfbfbec9c23b08.pnj) and Today's Make-up Look (https://64.media.tumblr.com/373a7f1f64a5971d85a3b4b321385b93/0f15bf877dd7ba82-dc/s2048x3072/2aca20144aa96f85b64433dff01a2613edc789d0.pnj)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 12th, Midnight</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Dining Hall</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Billie</em><br><hr><br>"Huh," Admittedly, that wasn't the answer Thorne had expected to hear. Though he wasn't sure what he expected. He looked down at himself as if he didn't know what he was wearing before looking back to Billie with a shit-eating grin. "Well, I can't say I fault your judgement. It's better than the name my parents picked, at least."<br><br>With a grin, Thorne followed Billie into the dining hall. "Can't argue that," he looked around for a moment before spotting the vending machines and making his way towards them. "Got anything good planned?" Not that it really matters to him. He's leaving as soon as Billie's out of his hair anyway.<br><br>He frowns as Sad Kitty tells the other camper of his plans to leave. While he couldn't exactly get <em>mad</em> at Sad Kitty, he was frustrated with them at the moment. The storm of emotions positive and negative that Billie's concerned look awoke in him left Thorne lost and frustrated with himself and everything. "I don't know. Not here. Why does it matter?" He doesn't quite <em>snap</em> at Billie, but his tone is far from gentle. Thorne didn't understand why she asked. Did she care? How could she? He could count on one hand the number of people who actually gave a shit when he ran away, and he was sure he had irreparably fucked up all of those relationships. "You gonna snitch or something?"<br><br>Thorne turned away from the other camper, avoiding catching her eye as much as possible, and all but stormed over to the vending machines. For a moment he thought about how much he could get out of one of them before Billie would get suspicious, though he wasn't sure why he cared. He settled on the promised gummy worms along with a bag of chips and a pop. Half leaning and half sitting on one of the nearby tables, Thorne opened the gummy worms and passed them to the stuffed animal in his hood, "Here." Sad Kitty's response was a "Yay!" and a delighted giggle. They couldn't eat the candy of course, but they enjoyed playing with them, and Thorne could grab one if he wanted them. "So, just come in for a midnight snack then?" He asked, watching Billie go about whatever she was doing with an assessing gaze as if expecting her to call a counsellor into the dining hall or otherwise try to stop him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessLowell12</strong> on <strong>04-05-2022, 21:52:23</strong>
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				<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), &nbsp;Get Away Boots (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/a7/83/67/a7836705a4b1d4fbf005b14938d80f7a.jpg), &nbsp;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>An air of confidence overtakes Billie as a huge grin spreads across her features. Of course he couldn’t, Billie was a great judge of nicknames, if she did say so herself. <strong>”Heh, well then we are both winning.”</strong> Billie nods, slipping past Thorne and into the dining hall without a second thought, as if she owned the place.<br><br>The female rebel eyes Thorne, as he makes his way to the vending machine, a glint of mischief flashing in her irises as she shakes her bag just a little. Cans of spray paint bump against each other making a ton of noise with just that little shake. Billie had learned a very long time ago that tagging was not a quiet adventure. After the first trip to the local police department, and a following day of bitch outs from daddy dearest, Billie had invested in a&nbsp; pair of gloves, and a group of cheap canvas bags from the dollar store. Which was what she had just shaken. <strong>”A little creative art is on my agenda.”</strong> Billie smirks, and then walks up to the vending machines with Thorne. <br><br>Billie leans back against the wall as Thorne does his thing, and snorts loudly at his response to her line of questioning. <strong>”Dude, chill. I’m not a snitch. I just don’t want you to get eaten by a bear or something.”</strong> Billie shrugs, feigning her indifference. <strong>”Cause that would suck, you are too pretty to turn into bear meat.”</strong> Billie watches Thorne take a seat and shrugs, deciding on a Mountain Dew and some M&amp;M’s as her sugars of choice. <br><br><strong>”Come in here? Yeah, snacks are necessary for making trouble.”</strong> Billie grins again, and sets Winter on the table in front of her, before ripping open the M&amp;Ms and chomping down on the sugary treat. <strong>”You guys should come with us!”</strong> Winter speaks up, getting an eye roll from Billie as she cracks open her mountain dew. Winter had always been the social one, it’s no surprise the stuffed animal would be as social as her namesake. <strong>”Jesus Winter, didn’t even think to ask me before you invited other people?”</strong> Other people often just got in the way, or she had to think about them before running from the cops. <strong>”You said you wanted to make friends! Here’s a friend.”</strong> That was true, and there were no cops here. No one to run from besides a bunch of camp counselors, and what the fuck where they gonna do? Make her clean it up? Big deal. <strong>”She makes a point, you could hang out with me. Instead of turning into bear food.”</strong> Billie shrugs, leaning back in her seat, and crunching a couple M&amp;Ms as she stares at Thorne waiting for an answer. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>06-05-2022, 01:32:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/06/73/28/067328c0031cbd466203df7e9c4bcdde.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>Definitely Not Running Away, No Sir (https://64.media.tumblr.com/4d6ae9e23d58139fc1194b8c32ed238e/0f15bf877dd7ba82-77/s2048x3072/5842d32d7426f6f1a33281ee9cdfbfbec9c23b08.pnj) and Today's Make-up Look (https://64.media.tumblr.com/373a7f1f64a5971d85a3b4b321385b93/0f15bf877dd7ba82-dc/s2048x3072/2aca20144aa96f85b64433dff01a2613edc789d0.pnj)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 12th, midnight</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Dining Hall</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Billie</em><br><hr><br>Thorne glances at the bag Billie had shaken before matching her smirk. "Spray paint? Nice." Just because Thorne's preferred canvas was his face, didn't mean he couldn't appreciate art in other mediums. The fact that Billie's chosen canvas was public property was just a cherry on top, really. "Any particular target in mind?"<br><br>The other rebel's feigned indifference seems to relax him slightly, and he grins at her comment about him being 'pretty'. "Glad to see <em>someone</em> in this camp has good taste." Then after a moment to look her up and down, Thorne adds. "You're not so bad yourself." He stows the chips away in his bag but reaches over into his hood to grab one of the gummy worms from Sad Kitty. The stuffed animal doesn't seem to mind.<br><br>"Oh! We should!" Sad Kitty pipes up. "We want to make friends too!" Thorne gave the cat a half-hearted glare over his shoulder, though they had already hidden again, seemingly spooked by their own voice. "<em>You</em> want to make friends." he muttered. Still, Billie's words had him pausing. People didn't generally invite him to things, and when they did he wasn't entirely convinced they actually wanted him there. People certainly didn't show concern for his safety. Or try to stop him from running. Not unless they were calling the cops or his social worker. It was... weird. But, it had been something he always wanted, hadn't it? For someone to care? Thorne takes a sip of the pop in his hand and sighed. "Whatever, sure. It's not like I had other plans tonight." After a moment, Thorne seems to realize how genuine he had sounded and rushes to add; "And like you said, I'm too pretty to be bear food." He winks as he says it, a playful grin on his face.
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