[Camp Runamuk] Cabins
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				Title: <strong>[Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>01-04-2022, 08:31:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Camp Runamuk<br>Cabins</span></strong></div><br><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/23/b7/12/23b712ab27a490f2f800eb2bf363b0c5.jpg) (http://images.greenriverpreserve.org/photos/uploads/24592/full/2016-05-06-13-17-00.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><hr>Though well maintained and freshly painted, the cabins for the campers are one of the simpler and less extravagant additions to the grounds. Possessing four bunk beds per cabin--and thus sleeping eight--there aren't even any wall outlets to charge phones. It's assumed to be a holdover from the camp's days as as Christian facility, encouraging people to spend as much time <em>out</em> of their cabins as possible. Nonetheless they are comfortable to sleep in, with each bunk bed having space for suitcases under them. Each cabin has also been outfitted with a small radio, a selection of walkie-talkies, and a flashlight for each cabin member. Each cabin also possesses a window unit combined air and heater. Boy and girl cabins are on opposite sides of the camp, but the only difference beyond location is the color of the doors. Red for girls, blue for boys.<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] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>08-04-2022, 01:26:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/59/Seadragon.jpeg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Screenshot_2022-04-02_16.57.35.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Faith Carvalho and Coral (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145110#msg16145110)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Black spaghetti strap tank with white heart and black shorts (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/Sleepwear.jpeg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>9:00 PM June 3rd; Night</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Girl’s Cabin</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>OPEN</em><br><strong>Note:</strong> Spoilered mention of suicide attempt.<br><hr>Coral's head rested on the pillow next to Fay's, her body coiled around her crown from one side to the other in a halo of pale blue and pink faux fur. She would much rather have been snuggled up beside her best friend, her body elongated against her, snuggled up beneath the blankets like they used to. Perhaps that was too much to ask for so soon after last night, but Coral just wanted her charge to be happy again. It has been so long since she has been happy.<br><br>Coral loved watching Fay make art. Even if the subject matter made Coral sad. Coral thought back to the day Fay's father picked her out of her bin at the little boardwalk kiosk along Mission Beach as she watched Fay's hand moving across her drawing pad.<br><br>It had been a warm spring day. There were puffy clouds in the sky, and the sun was shining right into Corel's lifelike marble eyes. She had heard Fay before she ever saw her. Words were spilling out of her mouth in a tumble. It was a story about a giant pelican dozing on a salt air weathered post and the squawking seagulls fluttering around it. Her mom and dad politely listened and asked questions about them, allowing Fay to fill in her story with whimsical details that only a creative child could provide. <br><br>The sun in Coral's eyes had been blotted out by a giant of a man with swooping brown hair and broad shoulders. A strong, but gentle man, by the way he picked Coral up and showed her to Fay. She had been dressed in pink overall shorts, a bright white unicorn head with a rainbow mane on the front. Her white t-shirt had an ice cream smudge on its collar, and her long dark hair was in two pigtails that fell down her back. The squeal she gave made Coral's stuffing heart fill with love. She was perfect, and Coral had never been happier. <br><br>They were constant companions from that moment, and Coral was a part of every adventure and every story. Fay didn't have a lot of friends. There weren't many kids on the base her age, but they had each other, and Fay included any kids who moved in, no matter how long before they and their parents were transferred away. Fay was so vibrant and sweet, and others gravitated towards her like she was the sun and they were flowers.&nbsp; <br><br>It was never more true than when Fay went to camp for the summer. She snuck Coral along with her every year. Coral suspected Fay's mom knew her daughter was smuggling her in her backpack and just pretended she didn't.&nbsp; <br><br>At camp, Fay shined, pulling even the shiest camper into her gravitational well of friendship and adventure. None more so than Karina. Like Fay, she was a regular, and the two girls became the closest of friends. It was no longer Fay the Fairy Princess and Coral the Dragon. It became the Adventures of Fay the Fairy Princess and Karina the Brave with Coral the Dragon. Third billing never bothered Coral. She was happy Fay had a human-like her to play with, and Fey never left Coral out of their adventures. They ran through the first with Coral held aloft in flight and fought off imaginary beasts. They would sing silly songs around the campfire with the other campers or huddle together with their cabinmates at night, telling spooky stories. And Coral was always there, and they were happy. When they were away from camp, Fay would send Karina drawings of their adventures and be so excited when Karina sent her a letter in return.<br><br>Coral's favorite memories were watching Fay create. From crayons to pencils to marks and eventually paint, Coral had watched her talent grow. Fay's little room had been filled with dragons and winged horses and knights and princesses, all of her own creation. Best of all were the pictures of their adventures. Fey the Fairy Queen and her friend Coral the Dragon. Coral was in awe of her friend and so very proud of her. She just knew Fay would grow up to be an artist.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>And then everything changed.&nbsp; <br><br>The men at the door were fancy in their dress uniforms. There were two of them. One stocky and firm. The other showed his age in his belly. They wore serious faces and held themselves in serious ways. Coral didn't like it. Fay didn't like it either. They spoke in quiet tones and said terrible words, and what they said made Fay sad. Very sad. Coral had never seen Fay that sad.&nbsp; <br><br>The Lancasters arrived after. There were more quiet words. She and Coral spent the night on a strange bed in a strange house, and Fay cried. All night. She held Coral so tight that it felt like she would split her seams. The following day Fay walked home alone; Coral held so loosely in her hand that she thought Fey might drop her and leave her behind. Her fanlike tail dragged along the ground all the way across the base. Fay spent the next week walking around the house in a daze. Each night crying into Coral's mane until she fell asleep. She barely ate. The Lancasters came to check in on her, but they never stayed long, and Fay barely spoke to ask when her momma would be coming home. Coral was never farther than arm's reach away, not until Fey set her down one night on the small chair in front of the small vanity in her small bedroom.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">References to suicide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Coral watched the tears fall from her perfect little face onto an old crayon drawing of the Fairy Princess and her Brave companion on their magical sea dragon. She set it aside and picked up the pill bottle, and swallowed. Swallowed again and again and again, and there was nothing Coral could do to stop her. She watched her shake and shiver, foam and froth, and she could do nothing but watch. Watch and hope. Coral had never been scared before, not until that night. She drove herself crazy with worry until Fay rolled over in the morning and began to vomit. She was so sick. Sick for another week, and every night Coral watched and hoped that Fay wouldn't do it again. Maybe she was just too ill, or maybe she was just too numb, but Fay didn't try again, and by the time her momma came home, she had cleaned up and washed her bedding with no one the wiser. No one but Coral.</div></div><br><br>Coral hoped having mom home would help, and it did for a little while. They cried and held each other and cried some more, but her mom only stayed until the funeral and then was gone again, and Fay was alone. She cried, but this time she cried alone. She didn't pick up Coral or hold her close. She left Coral on the chair and cried, alone. Fay's mom would come home and then leave. This was how it went. The happy sounds of the home turned sad and then angry, and Coral watched it all from that little chair in front of the little vanity in that little bedroom.&nbsp; <br><br>Fay's art changed with her. Cotton candy skies became gloomy storms, Unicorns replaced with monsters, and princesses with dead-eyed things. Candy and bubble gum became cigarettes and alcohol, and Fay's few friends disappeared. The people she brought over were no longer nice, and they hurt Fay, and Fay hurt them, and Coral couldn't lift a furry little claw to help.<br><br>Fay's mom smuggled Coral into Fay's backpack this time. Coral had no idea why, but it was nice to be off the chair. It felt different somehow. Important. She so very much wanted to talk to Fay, but that was impossible. Impossible until it wasn't.&nbsp; <br><br>Coral's first words had been a surprise. To them both. Somehow she knew there was danger in the forest. Real danger. She had to warn Fay, but when the words blurted from her lips, they both managed to look shocked. Coral was so shocked, in fact, that she couldn't stop talking. There were so many things she wanted to say, and they all just tumbled out, and Fay…well, Fay didn't say anything. Just stared in disbelief, then fear, and then…nothing. While the other girls in her cabin screamed or laughed or chattered at their companions. Fay quietly got down from her bunk and silently walked out into the night, leaving Coral perched on the edge of the bunk, a gap and unsure of whether she should follow or not.&nbsp; <br><br>Fay had barely said a word to her since, and when she tried to engage like the other companions and their girls, Fay only withdrew. Thoughts of the others in the cabin drew Coral's attention away from Fay's morbid art piece and to the others sitting around and chatting. Billie was undoubtedly loud, boisterous like Fay used to be but more aggressive. Danica reminded Coral a lot of Fay when she was younger. Outgoing and optimistic, a natural magnet for others to gather around. Laurie was less verbose but only a little, personable to be sure. Elle and Angel were harder to gauge. They were quieter than the rest but no less vibrant and alive. That was easy to see. Devina reminded Coral the most of Fay as she was now, but even she seemed to isolate herself less than Fay. Listening to the conversation in the cabin was reminiscent of how Fay used to be when she enjoyed the world. When she enjoyed herself.<br><br>"Why don't we join them?" Coral asked, her slight British accent taken from the one Fay had used for her when she was a child. "It sounds like fun."&nbsp; Coral's voice was little more than a whisper. Being nestled around Fay's head made it easy for the girl to hear her. <br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>Faith lay on her bunk, sketchpad propped up on her tummy as her hand worked the dark charcoal into heavy paper. Her fingertips were blackened with charcoal dust as her deft fingers curled on a pitch back lip. Flakes of black were lost against the dark void of her tank top. She would brush them off later. With deliberation, she drew her finger down from her portrait (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/SelfPortrait.jpg)'s lip, spilling darkness for her mouth, down the page. She set aside her charcoal and switched to her kneaded eraser, its gray mushiness tracing the edges of the darkness. Forming it. Shaping it.&nbsp; <br><br>Coral's whispered words shifted her eyes to the chattering girls she had the unfortunate displeasure of sharing the cabin with. Faith could tell this was going to be a very long three months, and that wasn't even including the talking wad of stuffing above her head.<br><br>"I'd rather be lobotomized by hook-hand Henry's rusty hook. Thank you," she said, not nearly as quietly as Coral had been. Her eyes slide from the girls towards Coral. It was the most she had spoken to the stuffed dragon….animal…creature…thing, whatever the hell Coral was. Faith wasn't sure she wasn't having a psychotic episode or some other kind of meltdown yet. It felt real. Deep down, a part of her knew it was real but wasn't able to process it all yet. Hell, maybe she never would be. So Faith had taken the tactic that had worked for so many years on her mother. The silent treatment. Was it childish? Maybe, but she needed space to think, and having the smothering dragon sitting above her head wasn't exactly giving her the space she needed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>10-04-2022, 01:48:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8kfEsxT.png) (https://i.imgur.com/JNEFg4a.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Liam O'Hara and <strong>Balor</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146551#msg16146551)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured + chipped forest green nail polish and faded jeans</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>Thorne | </em><br><hr><br>With it being morning, Liam was all too content to laze in bed on the top bunk and watch the goings on of the cabin. Balor is in his arms, half of the cat's eyes closed and purring lightly as Liam smirked and occasionally scratched the stuffed animal's chin. He'd thrown on a pair of jeans for the sake of modesty--no point in making anyone uncomfortable--but otherwise hadn't bothered to get dressed. Over the last week of camp, weirdness aside, Liam had taken the measure of those in his cabin. He'd mostly found that they're an odd group, really, and he supposes he fits into that somewhere.<br><br>In the mornings, though, his favorite person to watch is Thorne. He doesn't really think much of how it could be taken, but in Liam's case he's really just watching the other apply makeup. There's a large swathe of such things Liam has never been able to play with, and he has no idea if he'd like how it felt or looked on him. But he's curious. Especially away from his Dad for the first time, and free to express himself. And aren't rockstars a little eccentric usually, anyway? <br><br>He'd taken to doing his nails, at least, and he lifts one hand up to peer at the chipped polish before dropping it and peering over the bed to look towards Thorne's side of the room. Liam had spent every morning staring intently, trying to gleam what he can, and today he supposed would be no exception. Idly, he wonders if he would look good with eyeshadow.<br><br>Adjusting so that he can lean on his arms, Balor protests sleepily and shoves himself off to the side, a few of the eyes opening to glare before the cat makes himself comfortable again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>10-04-2022, 07:57:10</strong>
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				<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. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessLowell12</strong> on <strong>12-04-2022, 02:16:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://Stuffy Picture) (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> Snoopy Dog PJ's (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/93/49/b5/9349b5f7bdc855fe6c30ac5aca108041.jpg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 3rd, 9PM | Night</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Girl’s Cabin</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Open, Faith</em><br><hr><br>Billie lounges backwards, her hands tucked behind her head in a crossed pattern, like she’s super comfortable. Which she is, these beds are comfy, and are easy to lounge in. Winter lays on her chest, curled up with his tail swiping back and forth. <strong>”Aren’t you going to talk to them?”</strong> Winter asks, the tiny tail thumps down on Bilie’s chest lightly, her tone one of excitement and wonder. It reminds the rebel of the fox’s namesake in just the right ways. <strong>”Of course I am! I’m just deciding what I want to talk about.”</strong> Billie considers, staring into the fox’s eyes for a long minute. It takes a minute, before Billie grins and turns to look at the cabin with a curious look.<br><br><strong>”Hey who wants to play a game?”</strong> Billie asks, picking Winter up and turning on her side. Winter is set on her pillow softly, as she sits up, and props her elbows on her knees. It had been awhile since she had played an icebreaker game, but Billie wants to get to know the other girls in her cabin. Billie has always been extroverted, and that wasn’t going to change, even as much as her father wanted her to be less rebellious and open. He tended to call her loud and obnoxious, and Billie absolutely agreed. That’s what she wanted to be. <strong>”Nothing crazy, I just think we should get to know each other a little better! We are sharing a cabin for the next few weeks after all.”</strong> She stands, a grin plastered across her face as her gaze sweeps across the various girls around the cabin. <br><br>Billie rolls her wrist, and then picks up Winter and her pillow. She plops the pillow down on the ground, and then sits cross legged on it, Winter ends up in Billie’s lap, and the fox curls up in her lap as she leans back on her hands, waiting for anyone else to join her. There was no reason for the rebel to believe the other girls wouldn’t after all. At least until she hears Faith’s words float from her bunk. It was a small space, but Coral had been quiet where Faith had not been. Billie frowns, and her eyes flash with something akin to aggravation. <strong>”Well you don’t have to be so mean about it.”</strong> As far as Billie knew, Faith had been talking to her, and it made the rebel frown. <strong>”If you don’t want to play you can just say that.”</strong> Billie shakes her head again, before turning back to what she hoped would be the forming circle in the middle of the cabin.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>13-04-2022, 10:26:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8kfEsxT.png) (https://i.imgur.com/JNEFg4a.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Liam O'Hara and <strong>Balor</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146551#msg16146551)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured + chipped forest green nail polish and faded jeans</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>Thorne | </em><br><hr><br>Liam smiles a bit as he watches Thorne's stuffed animal get told to pick out something good. He's not altogether sure what counts as <em>good</em>, per se, though Liam rather thinks he, himself, looks good in black. He's slowly starting to pick up an idea of what each container <em>does</em>, at least, so that's an improvement. He at least thinks that one is eyeshadow. Or was it foundation? Smile fading to a frown, from off to the side Balor audibly sighs and whispers <strong>"Eyeshadow."</strong>, which had Liam giving the cat a half-'how did you know that?' and half-thankful look. <br><br>Thorne isn't like anyone he's ever seen. When you're from a small town, even in a place like Colorado, it tends to be pretty conservative and straight-laced. Thorne, it seems, is anything but. It has Liam biting his bottom lip in thought, wondering, even as the other boy goes through the process of looking at the various products laid out before him. Liam is so lost in thought than when he's snapped at he blatantly startles, almost falling off the top bunk before he scrambles to right himself with a yelp, smiling sheepishly. <br><br>Sad Kitty flinching has Liam holding his hands up innocently though; he hadn't meant to upset the other, or to scare the boy's stuffed animal. At his side Balor rolls several of his eyes and pushes himself up, deciding sleep isn't going to happen with all of the noise. "Sorry! I didn't think you'd notice," he admits. "I've just never seen anyone that cares so little about what they look like," Liam blurts. "Wait, that came out wrong--." <br><br>Balor groans and jumps off the wall and then down to the floor, landing with a quiet thump and then walking across the floor, tail flicking. "What are you doing?" Liam hisses, looking between Balor and Thorne. Balor ignores him and seems content to settle down in front of Thorne, staring and licking one paw as the myriad eyes blink, a few at a time. <strong>"What my nitwit friend means--,"</strong> Balor begins, only for Liam to break in. "Hey!" he objects, which Balor ignores. <strong>"Is that he wants to know how to apply makeup, and is trying to learn by watching you."</strong> <br><br>Liam grumbles, burying himself down in the bed until just his hair and eyes are visible through the wood slats. "I was getting to that!" Sighing, he decides hiding isn't the best way to deal with the situation so forces himself up and out of bed, feet hitting the floor before he stretches with a yawn. Rubbing one arm, he makes himself meet Thorne's eyes with an awkward smile. "My uh, Dad doesn't like that sort of thing. But I've been wondering what it would look like on me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>15-04-2022, 02:21:59</strong>
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				<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 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>The sight of Liam startling so dramatically has Thorne feeling a sort of satisfied amusement. Served him right. Besides, it was good to know that even without the majority of his make-up, something that served almost as emotional armour, Thorne could pull off a threatening aura. However, he keeps those feelings to himself and forces himself to maintain his irritated glower. <br><br>He raised an eyebrow at the other's admission. So he genuinely thought he was being subtle? Or did he just think Thorne was fucking stupid? Either way, it has him raising an eyebrow. At least until Liam blurts out his next words, which see Thorne positively <em>seething</em>. What the fuck did this idiot think he was doing?! Did he think Thorne put all this time into his appearance every morning because he <em>didn't care</em>?! Or worse, was he implying that it looked bad? Thorne only realized his angry thoughts had led to a quiet growl coming out when he heard Sad Kitty whimper, "Please don't yell again." That jerked his anger to a grinding halt.<br><br>As Balor approached, Sad Kitty peeked their good eye out from behind the eyeshadow palette they were holding. If the other cat met their gaze, Sad Kitty would dart back behind the palette and press themselves against the junction of Thorne's neck and shoulder. Thorne, for his part, levelled Balor with a flat look as he spoke, looking unimpressed with what he heard. He turned his gaze back to Liam, still looking thoroughly unimpressed.&nbsp; "You wanted to learn what I was doing and thought the best way to go about doing that was to be a fucking creep?" Thorne lifts a hand up to where Sad Kitty is perched and gently strokes down the plush's back in a soothing gesture. He sighs and goes about moving the makeup spread around him to make room for another person to sit. "Come over here and sit down. I'll help you out."<br><br>As Thorne reorganized whatever system he had for the products around him, he seemed to consider Liam's comment. After a few seconds, he admits, "I'm sure mine would lose it if he could see me now." He chuckles as he says this, even as his eyebrows wrinkle in confusion for a moment. Why had he said that? Uncomfortably, Thorne had to admit to himself that he didn't know. He choses to ignore that for the moment. "As for what it'll look like, that really depends. What do you want it to look like?"<br><br>With a gentleness that Thorne only ever displays in regards to Sad Kitty, he picks up the small cat and moves them to his lap. Where ever Liam and Balor choose to arrange themselves, Sad Kitty will move to be as far away from that spot as they can be without leaving Thorne's lap. "They're shy," Thorne offers in explanation, looking down fondly at the cat and giving them a gentle scratch behind the ear on the bandaged side. He blends the smudges of concealer around his eyes before regarding Liam again, not wanting it to dry before he could smooth it into the look. "So, what do you want to know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>16-04-2022, 01:35:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8kfEsxT.png) (https://i.imgur.com/JNEFg4a.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Liam O'Hara and <strong>Balor</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146551#msg16146551)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured + chipped forest green nail polish and faded jeans</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>Thorne | </em><br><hr><br>Thorne seemingly angry at his ill-thought out comment has Liam grimacing, shrugging apologetically. Sometimes he doesn't think before he speaks, it's something Balor has warned him about. Apparently he'd spent more time talking to the stuffed animal when it was <em>just</em> a stuffed animal than he knew. The growl doesn't help, and he raises his hands in the universal gesture of 'I'm unarmed, I come in peace'. <br><br>He's especially apologetic when Sad Kitty whimpers, and Liam hesitates. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. He doesn't want to upset anyone, and hadn't thought of how his staring could be taken. Though the cat is adorable with how they react to Balor, he can admit, a grin breaking out despite himself. Balor mostly seems entertained. "I... thought the best way to go about it was to watch a master at work?" he tries, smiling winsomely. Balor sighs.<br><br>With the offer to come and sit down, Liam is all too happy to listen. Especially as it seems like he's forgiven for acting like a 'fucking creep', as Thorne put it. He watches curiously as the products are rearranged, still unsure how they're ordered or if they even are. Is there a certain order you should put makeup on? "Guess we're in the same situation there, then." Being asked what he wants to look like has Liam huffing out a laugh, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not sure," he admits. Looking back at where he has his guitar leaning against the bunk, he shrugs. "I want to feel like myself, still. But. Eyeshadow?" Liam suggests, thinking it through. "A lot of guys rock that alternative, sorta punky look. You know the one. I think I could pull it off," he muses. <br><br>Balor lets out a slight questioning mrow at being picked up, glancing to Liam, but settles easily enough. "Cute," Liam murmurs as Sad Kitty all but tries to hide, and Balor shoots him a look. Afraid of saying something else that has his foot going into his mouth, Liam flops down onto the nearest bed and turns to watch. "I don't even know what I don't know," he confesses, sounding almost frustrated with that. "There's so many kinds of makeup and like, you're supposed to layer it and shit, aren't you? I looked at the makeup section in a store once and it about blew my mind." Once he's chattering, he doesn't seem to have a problem--<em>stopping</em> might be the bigger issue.<br><br>"I've at least managed to do my nails, that's basically just picking a color and going at it." A glance down has him thinking he should really reapply a coat, considering the chipping. Hard to avoid when you're working in a diner or roughing it at camp, he supposes. "What do you wish you'd known when you were first starting?" Liam decides on, figuring it a safe and potentially useful question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheOwlChemist</strong> on <strong>16-04-2022, 20:48:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/373569172971716610/958869636198301736/tumblr_o9m7rdbUcs1qbduwso1_1280.jpg) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/373569172971716610/963570152945877053/EPfUGXRUYAAfa0X.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Angel Williams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16150863#msg16150863)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Starry pjs for hot weather (https://img.ltwebstatic.com/images3_pi/2020/11/20/16058438897098d11c0c5ed81dd245224a8e56538e_thumbnail_900x.webp)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 3rd; 9:00 PM</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Girl’s Cabin</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>OPEN, Billie, Faith</em><br><hr><br>She’s tucked into the corner of her bunk, knees up and back supported primarily by the wall they’re up against. Angel really isn’t paying much mind to what is going on around her, attention more focused on the Switch in her hands. She’s shiny hunting, this is serious business. She’s already playing this game a year late, and she wants a pink weed cat. She doesn’t even hear Billie’s inquiry, so much as she hears Cloudie’s excited gasp from the general vicinity of her feet. <br><br>This is…well this is not her thing. It would have been, two years ago, but that feels a lifetime away. These days she can’t recall how she ever managed social graces at all, much less the level of popularity she used to have. She reasons that if everyone else joins Billie’s game, then perhaps she will. Wouldn’t want to be the odd man out, after all. She’s certainly not going to be the first volunteer, though. No matter how keen on the idea Cloudie seems to be. <br><br>Her fluffy little chaos gremlin has now scrambled up her legs and crawled into her lap, on top of her switch, to make the Sad Eyes at her. “Let’s play!” she says, grinning in so far as a Tapir made of felt can. Angel quietly reminds her that they don’t even know the game, and she’s already playing one. But Angel has already realized that Cloudie is stubborn, and it’s only been some 48 hours. At least she isn’t asking for her to blow anything up like she did this morning. She has no doubt that Cloudie is hoping that this will end in someone streaking or some shit like that. The mischievous twinkle in her dark eyes makes it clear that the guess is likely spot on. Angel tries to silently gesture a refusal towards her soft companion. She is not about it, but she certainly doesn’t want to say so where Billie can hear her. That would be rude. <br><br>Then she hears Faith from the other corner, and remembers that not everyone has manners. Cloudie also does not have manners, but at least she’s a stuffed animal. “Wow, what a bitch!” Cloudie says, far louder than Angel would have preferred. Angel shushes her, placing her on her shoulder and preparing to get down to Billie’s level. Perhaps she will play after all, if only to prove a point Faith’s wanna-be edgy ass.&nbsp; She smiles at Billie easily. She likes her well enough. She doesn’t have to try to be cool, unlike some people. <br><br>She shrugs nonchalantly, like she hadn’t just done a mental 180 and had planned to play the whole time. “<strong>Sure, I’ll play! What’s the game?</strong>” Angel turns off her switch as she says this, placing it on her bed before joining the other girl on the floor. She chooses to leave the pillow, instead just folding her long legs underneath her while Cloudie sits on her shoulder. The blue creature is practically vibrating, from both the anticipation of the game and the thrill of having potentially started drama. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>17-04-2022, 01:54:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.squishable.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/4/mini_squish_baphomet_7.jpg) (https://www.famousbirthdays.com/headshots/ricky-aimee-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Devina Belladonna Boulay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16147811#msg16147811)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>This (https://www.420keyz.top/ProductDetail.aspx?iid=336070790&amp;pr=55.88)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 3rd, 9pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Girls Cabin</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> Billie, Faith, Angel, OPEN</em><br><hr><br><br>Breath...just breath Devina told herself again and again as she ran back towards the girl's cabin that she’d been assigned to. Each shaky step carried her closer and closer to the wooden door that safety hid behind. She desperately huffed and puffed as laughter filled the air around her. “Run you, big baby!” One voice called out, “Yeah who knows what will happen if we catch you!” Another voice called out as footsteps crunched down on the gravel behind her. They seemed so close, too close, Devina felt tears wishing to fall down her cheeks as she closed the distance from the dining hall.<br><br>All she’d wanted was some snacks from the snack machines, maybe a drink! But she’d not expected a couple of the other campers to be standing there. Two boys, that found it all so entertaining that she carried her stuffed animal with her to get snacks. They berated her while she quickly picked out her goodies. It was something Devina was used to, something she’d grown a thick skin against. But when they started to follow her things got creepy, to the point that Devina started running and they gave chance.<br><br>Devina came crashing to the ground as her ankle twisted just before reaching the steps. Baphomet tumbled from her arms as she reached out to try and break her fall. Rocks dug into her knees and the palms of her hands as laughter echoed behind her. Quickly Devina scrambled to her feet and grabbed up Baphomet before haphazardly making it up the few steps to the front door of her cabin. Shaking hands gripped the handle, finding herself thankful she’d not been locked out she turned the knob and ran in.<br><br>Sheets flushed, and breathing hard Devina closed the door behind her and leaned back against it. She could still hear muffled laughter and words outside but they were trailing off. It seemed the door had deterred her followers enough this time. Devina blinked as she finally looked around and saw the other girls in the cabin, “I…ah,” she tried to collect herself but could feel the sting of the win against her skinned knees and palms. Her nails dug into Baphomet before he huffed in protest once more. “I brought snacks,” she finally belted out to get the attention of the state she found herself in and to what she’d been trying to do the whole time. “What this about a game?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>17-04-2022, 23:43:17</strong>
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				<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 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>The implication that Liam sees him as something of a master in this has a cocky grin spreading across Thorne's face. "Flattery will get you everywhere," he winked as he said this, shooting the other an appreciative glance. "At least, it will with me."<br><br>Thorne gives the other an appraising look, brows wrinkled in thought. He wondered if it was true if they were in the same situation. For a moment, he felt the dull ache of abandonment, and of bruises that were no longer there. He hated how vulnerable he felt without his shield of makeup. He chuckled, though the sound was hollow and self-deprecating. "You don't know what my 'situation' is," Thorne replied, voice empty. His gaze was focused on the desk mirror in front of him, though his eyes were distant. "Or at least I'd hope not. For your sake." He goes quiet after he says this, gaze unwavering even as his eyes seem far off and unseeing. After a second or two of this eerie silence, Sad Kitty gently tugs on Thorne's shirt. He startles at this almost imperceptibly and shakes his head as if to clear away whatever cloud had come over him before turning his focus back to Liam. "Yeah, I know what you mean," He answers, taking a moment to analyze the other camper's face. "Yep, you could pull it off."<br><br>Thorne smiled ever so slightly, though he tried to hide it."They are, aren't they?" If Thorne had one soft spot, it was undoubtedly for Sad Kitty. "There's a lot of products out there. Makeup isles are a lot when you don't know what you're looking for." Normally, Thorne might be more judgmental, or even outright mocking at another's admission that they don't know something he deems as simple. In this, however, he doesn't seem to have any such impressions. He remembered being in that place himself only a mere couple of years ago. He makes a dismissive gesture with the hand not holding a makeup brush. "You don't need most of that crap though. But yeah, you've still got to layer it."<br><br>"That's a start," Thorne shrugs, "besides, that's really all eyeshadow is when it comes down to it." Liam's question has his brow wrinkle in thought as he examines the spread of products before them. What <em>did</em> he wish he'd known then? <em>Even if you look tough as nails, you can still shatter as easy as fine china.</em> Shaking off the sudden stab of pain the thought sent through him, Thorne reached for two products. One a small pump bottle filled with clear liquid, the other a squeeze bottle similar to one a lotion might come in. "Probably these," he says, handing the bottles to Liam. Practical answers were less painful and of more use. "Primer," he points to the pump bottle, "and tinted moisturizer," then to the squeeze bottle. "You'll probably only need to use the primer, but these are something you're going to want if you want to start wearing any kind of makeup."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>19-04-2022, 00:37:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8kfEsxT.png) (https://i.imgur.com/JNEFg4a.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Liam O'Hara and <strong>Balor</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146551#msg16146551)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured + chipped forest green nail polish and faded jeans</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>Thorne | </em><br><hr><br>The cocky grin from Thorne has Liam tentatively smiling back, even shooting Balor a 'See? I can do this' look when Thorne isn't paying attention. The cat rolls several pairs of eyes, but seems content to focus on his own curiosity. In this case, Sad Kitty. Balor keeps eyeing the other stuffed animal, occasionally moving slightly closer to get a better look and evidently contemplating something. It's a mood that has Liam keeping half his attention on Balor even as he listens to Thorne, nodding along. "I'll keep that in mind." He has to physically bite his tongue to keep from blurting out something dumb such as 'I like your hair'; he's said <em>enough</em> stupidity for one morning.<br><br>Being visibly appraised has Liam shifting somewhat awkwardly, running a hand through his hair because he's not used to being looked at like that. It's something that could have escalated, but Thorne's gaze going distant has Liam feeling unsure. "No, I don't," he decides on saying. "You don't know mine either, though," Liam points out. God, why is this so difficult?! He feels like he's walking in a minefield, but doesn't even know what the mines look like never mind how to avoid them. <br><br>He's bad at dealing with quiet. Sad Kitty tugging on Thorne's shirt has Balor taking the opportunity to sneak slightly closer, but Liam can hardly pay attention to that right now. "...You okay?" he asks, a little concerned. Liam doesn't have much experience with <em>normal</em> situations with people, but the eerie quiet is definitely out of his wheelhouse. It doesn't change the fact he wants to help if he can; he hadn't meant to send Thorne into some introspective mood.<br><br>Thankfully the other seems to shake it off easily enough, and Liam is pleased enough to be told that he can pull the look off that he doesn't question things much further. "I noticed," Liam says, laughing slightly. "And none of them really have instructions! I picked a few up and it was like 'Step 1: Apply. Step 2: Let dry', and it's like. Thanks? I guess?" His tone goes incredulous at the end, shaking his head. Because he has no idea <em>how</em> to apply them. It goes back to the whole 'draw the rest of the owl' scenario. Several steps are clearly missing. <br><br>"Huh, I guess that's one way to think about it." Maybe he should try matching eyeshadow color to his nails? That seems logical enough. Liam leans forward eagerly as Thorne picks up a couple of bottles, not really thinking about the fact he's probably invading the other boy's space. Accepting the bottles he squints at the text on them, curious. "Tinted with what?" he wonders, blinking at Thorne. He can only imagine what his Dad would say about him wearing any kind of <em>moisturizer</em>. "Does it have glitter?" Liam asks, a bit more hesitant. He's not sure how he feels about wearing glitter, the stuff gets <em>everywhere</em>. <br><br>The primer, though... "Kinda like paint primer?" he guesses, shaking the bottles slightly. "What does it do? Keep the makeup from coming off easily?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>19-04-2022, 22:41:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/eGp9EM9.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/0TqlRxT.jpg?1)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Dani Kumar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145277#msg16145277)</em> | <strong>Dani</strong> | <strong>Kraken</strong> <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>French braid pigtails, brown hiking boots, outfit #4 (https://www.thetrendspotter.net/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Casual-Hiking-Outfits.jpg).</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>6:35PM June 3rd; 9:00pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Clearing</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Faith, Billie, Angel, Devina</em><br><hr><strong> </strong><br><br>Dani was dragging her feet back towards the cabin. It was only 9:00pm, but damn was she <em>tired</em>. For the past couple of days, she had been waking up before dawn and going through the very full days with unbridled excitement and energy. Each day she was going to bed a little sooner, but still getting up just as early. She trudged on, watching with only a mild interest as Devina was chased past. Were those boys bothering her? She watched passively as her cabin mate tripped. Dani frowned, watching her scramble and hustle into the cabin. What a pussy. Was she just going to let them get away with it?<br><br>She put her hands in her pocket and watched as the boys stopped their chase. They were laughing, quite pleased with themselves. She recognized them from the basketball courts and they must have recognized her because they gave an upnod in greeting as they pushed each other and joked around. Dani returned the smile.<br><br><strong>"I guess Snow White doesn't think we're Prince Charming!"</strong><br><br><strong>"I can't believe she started crying. How lame!"</strong><br><br>Dani didn't feel particularly bad for Devina, but she also didn't mind being a bitch on someone else's behalf. As the boys walked past, the jock took the opportunity to use her new-found powers to jab one boy in the back of the knee just as the other boy attempted to jump on his back. They fell in an unexpected tumble, unaware that an invisible-to-them tentacle had been the source of their downfall. The painful drop caused the boys to curse angrily at each other, each blaming the other for the fall. Dani gave a look back and laughed meanly.<br><br><strong>"Going to cry about it?"</strong> she mocked with a raised eyebrow. She didn't stop to catch their answer. To the outside, she was sure it looked like roughhousing gone wrong. By the time she entered the cabin, the boys were already out of mind.<br><br><strong>"Count me in!"</strong> she responded excitedly to the mention of the game. So much for sleep! She wasn't sure what the game was or what the rules were or how to play, but she felt confident that she'd have fun winning it! She <em>almost</em> bumped elbows with Devina as she walked past, far closer than was appropriate, but the cabins <em>were</em> small. She couldn't help the tight space. She grabbed one of the offered snacks with a bright <strong>"thanks!"</strong> before diving onto her bottom bunk under Billie with outstretched arms.<br><br><strong>"Kraken! Didja miss me?"</strong> Her tentacled companion returned the gesture, reaching out to embrace her in a hug. He tightened his grasp until every inch of his eight long appendages was wrapped around her arms or torso. <br><br><strong>"Yes."</strong> He replied succinctly.<br><br>Dani tore into the noisy plastic of the granola bar and took a large bite. Around the mouthful of food she asked for details. <strong>"What's the game? How do we play?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>20-04-2022, 21:54:42</strong>
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				<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 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 chuckled, but the sound had no humour to it. "Yeah, I guess I don't." God, he hoped Liam was in a different situation than him. A better one. Though he wasn't sure why it mattered to him. Thorne didn't know this guy, why should he give a shit what his home life was? Sad Kitty must be having an influence on him. "I... I'm fine." For a moment, Thorne looked as if the question had confused him, though the expression was gone as quickly as it came. "I was just thinking." Not <em>quite</em> a lie, but not quite the truth either. Neither Thorne nor Sad Kitty seems to notice Balor's slow but steady approach, Sad Kitty distracted by monitoring Thorne's mood, and Thorne distracted reassuring the cat with a soft scratch behind the ear -once again on the bandaged side.<br><br>As if whatever had upset Thorne had simply never happened, he laughs briefly at Liam's comment. "Right? Complete pain in the ass when you're first starting," he smiled as he spoke (<em>actually smiled!</em>), though he didn't seem to notice. The lack of proper instructions had frustrated Thorne endlessly in the months it had taken him to teach himself. He was the only person he could learn from. Liam could have Thorne though, at least for the summer. "You don't need their directions anyway. Mine are <em>much</em> better."<br><br>For his part, Thorne didn't seem to mind the other boy in his space -at least, not at the moment- though he did seem to find his questions about tinted moisturizer amusing. "I dunno, whatever's in foundation that makes it skin toned, I think. I prefer it over foundation. Still, colour corrects and gives you something to build on, but isn't as heavy," As Thorne explained, Sad Kitty picked up one of the brushes scattered on the floor in front of them (one that looked like a spongey q-tip) and swiped it in one of the coloured squares of the makeup palette. They then swipe it on Thorne's leg through one of the holes in his jeans, leaving a bright pink-purple trail. Although Thorne definitely noticed this, he didn't seem to care. "No glitter in it though. Might be a bit much to cover your whole face in that. My shade's a bit dark for you anyway, I think." <em>And we wouldn't want to cover those cute freckles of yours,</em> he doesn't add. Not out loud anyway.<br><br>"Yeah, kinda like paint primer," he seems pleased that Liam has some idea of what the product in his hands is used for, or maybe just that he's listening. "It helps it last a bit longer. It keeps the pigment from soaking into your pores, which is part of what makes it 'vanish'. I'd show you, but" Thorne gestures to his own face, brush still in one hand. "I've already applied it today. It goes on before anything else. Basically, you put it where ever you want makeup."<br><br>He reached over and grabbed another product, this time in a bottle one might find a lip gloss in, and handed it to Liam. As he did, Sad Kitty swiped another eyeshadow on his leg, this time a bright, glittery pink. "Unless you're putting it on your eyes. Then you'll want this," he gestures to the new bottle. "It's the same thing as a primer, but for your eyelids. It's a bit tackier, helps you keep more pigment on."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>23-04-2022, 21:43:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/59/Seadragon.jpeg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Screenshot_2022-04-02_16.57.35.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Faith Carvalho and Coral (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145110#msg16145110)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Black spaghetti strap tank with white heart and black shorts (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/Sleepwear.jpeg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>9:00 PM June 3rd; Night</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Girl’s Cabin</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>OPEN</em><br><hr>Billie’s nasally voice grated on her ears simultaneously as it cut through cabin noise with ease. It probably wasn’t really nasally but labeling it as such made Faith feel oddly better about hating the sound of it so much.&nbsp; <br><br>“Beee niiiiice,” Coral’s whispered sing-song words made her roll her eyes and huff in frustrated exasperation. <br><br>The rasp of charcoal and eraser stopped for a moment, though Faith deigned to give the girl any more attention than she absolutely needed to, never taking her eyes off her sketchpad.<br><br>“Wasn’t talking to youuu,” her inflection mimicked Coral’s tone, not that Billie or anyone else in the cabin would know, and likely came off as snotty as Faith intended. Angel’s stuffy showed a hell of a lot more backbone than she expected Angel ever would but being called a bitch was hardly new to Faith.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had been called much, much worse. Honestly, Faith relished the word. She was a bitch. Queen bitch, and no one should forget that. They would all get along better if they just stayed out of her way. <br><br>Coral could feel the tension in Faith. She couldn’t read the girl’s mind, but she knew her better than anyone and could just feel the walls she was building around her. It was palpable and frustrating. <br><br>She was sure if Faith would just let her help, she would see what she was missing. That it was okay to let people in and be vulnerable and have friends again. Not the parade of sycophants she called friends, but real friends. Ones she could count on. Coral had a feeling Faith was going to need them by the end of the summer, if not a lot sooner.&nbsp; <br><br>Faith had gone back to her drawing just as the door to their cabin flew open and shut as quickly, almost causing her to make a mistake. She gave a vocal huff and dropped the sketchpad onto her lap to give the offender a withering gaze.&nbsp; <br><br>“Really?!” She said before she saw who it was and immediately regretted her choice of action. Devina was a mousey girl and no threat whatsoever. She might be the least offensive of the girls in the cabin. Faith felt kind of sorry for her. Maybe it was because she reminded her of who she used to be. Who knows? It wasn’t like Faith would apologize, even if she did feel slightly bad about staring daggers at the girl.&nbsp; <br><br>Danica followed Devina in soon after, and Faith rolled back onto her bed, folding the cover over on her sketchpad. Between Billie and Dani, the cabin was about to get very loud and very obnoxious. Where were her fucking earbuds anyway? She looked around her bed, vaguely aware of Billie suggesting they play two truths and a lie as the rest of the girls gathered on the floor, way too near Faith’s bunk for her enjoyment. Billie probably did that on purpose. She seemed determined to piss Faith off at every turn. She and Dani.<br><br>“Have you seen my headphones?” Faith asked, and Coral shook her head and gave a little shrug. Coral was a terrible liar, so she kept her mouth shut and instead ensured her long sinewy body was tucked neatly along the bed frame where Faith’s earbuds had fallen. If she didn’t saaaay anything, Faith wouldn’t be able to tell she was a fibber, so a quiet shrug was all Faith was getting as the girls started up their game.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>26-04-2022, 05:51:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8kfEsxT.png) (https://i.imgur.com/JNEFg4a.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Liam O'Hara and <strong>Balor</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146551#msg16146551)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured + chipped forest green nail polish and faded jeans</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>Thorne | </em><br><hr><br>The humorless laugh has Liam trading a look with Balor, who seems equally confused. "Though I'm an open book, so feel free to ask," Liam ventures. He's not sure what could have Thorne in such a mood, but it makes him uneasy regardless. Maybe with the offer to ask for information from Liam the other boy will relax. Dealing with people when they're any form of upset is not something he's familiar with, and <em>Thorne's</em> confusion on Liam asking if he was okay just makes <em>Liam</em> confused. The whole thing is practically set up for a comedy skit. <br><br>Balor rolls his eyes and goes back to sneaking up on Sad Kitty, lowering the front part of his body, tail swishing back and forth in curiosity and interest. He hasn't met another cat until now, and for all that Balor can act as the more solemn, intelligent part of the duo, he can be every bit as playful as Liam. Besides, as far as Balor is concerned there's hardly reason to hide. <br><br>Liam, meanwhile, grins back at Thorne as he actually smiles. It dispels the mood of earlier with ease, and he has no problem laughing and nodding in agreement. "Undoubtedly. There's only so much information they can fit on a bottle, anyway," he shrugs, figuring he's lucked out with Thorne as a 'teacher' in this case. Even the bottles with good instructions, should they exist, likely lack for technique. <br><br>Opening the moisturizer Liam sniffs it curiously, wrinkling his nose slightly at the seemingly unique scent of makeup. "You're probably right on that," Liam agrees, glancing back to Thorne. "I don't want to end up caking it on and looking like a clown, either way." He's not sure he really gets the idea of it totally, but if nothing else it's probably good for his skin, and he thinks he's heard something about makeup leeching moisture as it is. <br><br>Sad Kitty's antics get an amused quirk of Liam's lips, especially as the brush goes over Thorne's leg with varying colors. Hearing the shade might be wrong has him blinking, looking between the bottle, to Thorne, and back to his own skin before he laughs, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, you have a point. I've just seen some of those glitter sprays they use in clubs, I wondered if it was the same thing." He passes the bottle back after capping it, curiosity assuaged for the moment.<br><br>Listening carefully, Liam's expression is thoughtful. He seems genuinely interested and attentive, and he fiddles a little with the primer to squint at it. "Neat," he decides with a grin. He's about to ask another question when another bottle is brought out, and he nods. "I was just about to ask. So it helps make the makeup uh, pop?" Liam asks, tilting the bottle back and forth. "Because you want brighter colors on the eyes or lips?" he guesses. "That seems to be what I usually see. The more pigment, the more color?" He's mostly checking to make sure his understanding is correct, for all that he thinks he understands.<br><br>Balor, meanwhile, has finally snuck up on Sad Kitty. Only to reach a paw out and poke the other stuffed animal in the nose, almost dryly saying, <strong>"Boop."</strong> It's something that has Liam choking on a laugh, because what? And on the other hand, he has to resist the urge to facepalm. <em>Of course</em> his stuffed animal has to be almost as awkward as he is at making friends. From the smug look Balor gives him after, it's clear he seems to think this is how introductions should go. "...Sometimes I wonder if I'm dreaming," Liam muses. <br><br>The magic, the stuffed animals, all of it. But no dream would last this long. "Sorry," he mouths to Thorne, shrugging. Balor might be 'his' but it isn't as if he controls him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>27-04-2022, 01:45:49</strong>
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				<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 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>The invitation to ask catches Thorne off guard. Being willing to talk about what went on behind closed doors was completely foreign to him. If the other boy was alright with talking about it though, that was a good sign, right? Once again, Thorne wondered why he even cared. Liam didn't mean anything to him, hell this was one of the only real conversations they'd ever had. Still... "It's alright there? Home, I mean."<br><br>Between Liam's agreeance that his instructions would be superior and being told he was right (multiple times, no less), Thorne was practically glowing with pride and satisfaction. Call him vain, but Thorne knew he was knowledgeable here and he liked to be told. "I've got glitter spray somewhere around here if you want." He offers, gaze flicking from Liam to the collection of bottles and containers around them, scanning their labels. As the two talk, Sad Kitty continues swiping colours onto Thorne's skin, primarily in shades of pink and glitter. Occasionally, they will pair colours together and pause for a moment as if they're contemplating something. "I don't wear it often, but I like having it." Not entirely a lie. It was true he didn't wear it often, but Liam didn't need to know why he brought products he barely used to camp with him.<br><br>"Exactly. Not just a pretty face, huh?" Thorne grinned in response to the questions. "Pigment is colour, yeah. Typically you want anything flashy on your eyes or lips, otherwise, it starts to look like facepaint. And you want to highlight your best features." <br><br>After Liam gets a chance to look at it for a few moments, Thorne will take back the eye primer and open it up. "I <em>can</em> show you how to use this one though," he says, wiping the brush that came out of the bottle over each eyelid before closing it back up. "You just apply it on your eyelids, and blend it in with your fingertip," as he speaks, Thorne looks into the mirror and dabs at the primer on his eyelids, spreading and thinning it on his skin. "You don't need a lot, just a dab will do. Any more than that and your eyelids will feel gooey."<br><br>Sad Kitty was looking at their handiwork on Thorne's leg and quietly humming a happy tune when Balor booped them on the nose. They fall silent and freeze, eye going wide to stare at Balor. At the sudden silence from Sad Kitty, Thorne tenses. He places a protective hand on the cat's back and watches Balor intently. After staring in a mixture of fear and confusion for a second or two, Sad Kitty stands on their hind legs and reaches up to Balor. Small as they are, it's an adorable sight, if a bit comical. "Boop." they reply, returning the poke on the nose before falling back into a seated position. Though Sad Kitty doesn't have the facial structure to smile properly, they at least <em>sound</em> like they're smiling. <br><br>As Sad Kitty calms down, Thorne's protectiveness eases back and he allows his gaze to return to the other boy. "Me too." He still went back and forth on how he felt about all of this at least once a day. On the one hand, Sad Kitty's newfound sentience was something Thorne loved. It meant that even if he screwed up every foster placement in existence, every relationship he ever had, Thorne would still have someone. On the other, however, it meant there was yet another person Thorne could hurt. And Thorne knew it was only a matter of time until he did. "I don't know how I'd ever come up with something like this though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>03-05-2022, 00:18:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8kfEsxT.png) (https://i.imgur.com/JNEFg4a.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Liam O'Hara and <strong>Balor</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146551#msg16146551)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured + chipped forest green nail polish and faded jeans</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>Thorne | </em><br><hr><br>Liam might not be the sharpest crayon in the box so to speak, but he rather suspects it means something when Thorne's first question is whether things were 'alright' at home. Still, it isn't like he's particularly uncomfortable with the topic. It's a little odd in the sense that he doesn't think anyone has ever asked, but. <br><br>Running a hand through his hair, he grins somewhat sheepishly. "I might have ran away to come to camp, actually. I'm here on scholarship." The word practically has quotes around it, as the idea of financial aid for a camp of all things still has him feeling bizarre. There's no denying the camp is <em>nice</em>, sure, but the actual cost of the place is a little extreme as far as he's concerned. He half-eyes Thorne, as if expecting a negative reaction and bracing for it. He's more than used to comments about his family's financial state.<br><br>Still, after a moment he'd continue. "My Dad and I don't have the best relationship. It isn't like he's abusive," he reassures, gesturing. "Just... we're very different people. He wants one thing for my life, and I want another." It is, perhaps, a slightly edited view of things. It's something Liam is aware of as he sighs, shrugging awkwardly and offering more of the reality. "He might say things he doesn't mean, but that's mostly the alcohol. He's not a fan of all this," Liam says, gesturing at himself and the makeup. He's not defensive over it, really, not one of those people that claims his parents are perfect. It's not that it doesn't hurt, so much as it's the reality he lives with. Words aren't abuse, right? Everyone's parents have expectations, after all.<br><br>He's perfectly content focusing more on the makeup. Thorne seems like a private type, and he's aware the offer of sharing wasn't reciprocated. Why push, when the, heh, rather thorny boy seems to be happy to share their knowledge? It's something Liam notices, that having his skill acknowledged seems to make Thorne puff up a bit with pride. It's a decent look for him. <br><br>The offer of glitter spray has Liam laughing, grin dimpling his cheeks. "I might take you up on that actually, maybe if the camp throws a dance or something." Sad Kitty contemplating the colors being paired together has Liam asking about it, amused. "Are they trying to find colors that look best together? I don't know that I have much of an eye for color really, how do you tell what works?" He'd seen how shy Sad Kitty was at the lake, so tries to word the question in a way that the cat can jump in if they wish, or Thorne can answer. <br><br>Being called a pretty face has him blushing a bit, an 'aw shucks' expression taking over without him thinking about it. He's not the type to get complimented much, even teasingly, so it's nice. "Yeah I don't think I could pull off a geisha look," Liam says, snickering a bit. Face-paint is something he plans to stay away from, other than perhaps a stripe of black or such for certain looks. He's seen that done well, and liked it. <br><br>Watching Thorne apply the eye primer, he leans forward again without thinking about it. He's close enough he can smell it, tilting his head to watch. "Huh, that doesn't seem too bad." Scratching at his chin, he continues almost absently. "Seems like usually you see people taking hours on makeup, but you make it look so easy. It's impressive."<br><br>Sad Kitty freezes as Balor boops him, and Liam watches their interaction, unsure what to do. Though the cat returning the gesture has him breathing out, Balor grins and flicks his tail. Hopping down, Balor's eyes blink in eerie unison. <strong>"Come play?"</strong> the stuffed animal questions, seemingly avoiding any sense of boundaries. It's a trait that Liam, admittedly, shares in a lot of cases. <strong>"My human used to play hide and seek with me,"</strong> he continues, which is <em>mortifying</em> for several different reasons, and Liam coughs, resisting the urge to cover his face. <strong>"We can play it, too."</strong><br><br>"Should have left you hidden," he gripes, even as Balor just outright ignores him and stares at Sad Kitty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>03-05-2022, 02:16:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/eGp9EM9.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/0TqlRxT.jpg?1)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Dani Kumar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145277#msg16145277)</em> | <strong>Dani</strong> | <strong>Kraken</strong> <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>French braid pigtails, brown hiking boots, outfit #4 (https://www.thetrendspotter.net/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Casual-Hiking-Outfits.jpg).</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>6:35PM June 3rd; 9:00pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Cabin</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Cabin girls!</em><br><hr><strong> </strong><br><br><strong>"Oooh! I know how to play that,"</strong> Dani said excitedly. This would be too easy! She let Kraken snuggle into her; he took his preferred position on her back with some of his tentacles acting as the arm loops of a backpack while others snaked around her chest. Out in the heat it was practically suffocating, but Dani was willing to endure it. <strong>"It's such a fun way to learn about everyone. Can I go first? I'll go first."</strong> Some questions were rhetorical, after all. She finished chowing down on the granola bar she had taken and started pacing the room.<br><br><strong>"Hmm. Can't be too lame. Can't be too obvious. Oh!"</strong> She gave a childish grin and started swaying back and forth in excitement. What would push buttons? Pry out juicy topics of conversation? She had no idea, but she was giving the audience her full attention to see what struck a nerve. She moved closer to the group, just by Faith's bunk, and started bouncing on her heels in playful energy. <br><br><strong>"One: My parents won't let me date until I'm 18. Which is just a few short months away, just so you know,"</strong> she said with a wink to Faith. <strong>"Because I'm a feckless rebel, I've decided that two: I will kiss 18 people in honor of my 18th birthday and all those missed opportunities that were squandered during the days of my youth. I'll have to get all of that childish energy out of me asap, because once camp is over, so is my childhood and three: I will have a full-time job as a medical receptionist waiting for me."</strong><br><br>An excellent liar, it was hard to tell at face value which fact might be untrue. She smiled happily the entire time, giving her attention to anyone paying attention. Kraken, however, squeezed her (if you can believe it) even tighter once she finished. <strong>"Whacha think?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessLowell12</strong> on <strong>05-05-2022, 01:44:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://Stuffy Picture) (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 3rd, 9PM | Night</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Girl’s Cabin</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Open, Faith</em><br><hr><br><br>The rebel shoots a glare at Faith, rolling her eyes at the drawled out tone. Honestly Billie didn’t give two shits who the other woman was talking to, she was being a bitch. But whatever, no way Billie was going to let her ruin their night, and so the rebel turns back to thoughts of her game without another thought towards Faith. There’s a grin shot at Angel as the nerd sits on the floor, and the bitchiness of Faith is forgotten just like that, in favor of the nicer, and prettier Angel. <strong>”Alright! One contender has joined the ring!”</strong> Billie whoops and pumps her fist into the air, throwing a wink at Angel. <br><br>Billie’s next cabin mate proves to be a further distraction, as Devina, or as Billie likes to call her Victory Goth, Victory for short, rushes into the cabin looking very out of breath. The rebel blinks and raises an eyebrow before she says anything, <strong>”You good?”</strong> Billie had yet to talk much to Devina, but she also was definitely the kind of person Billie wanted to know more about. The woman was like goth on wheels, the way she dressed, the way she walked around. Hell, her stuffed animal was Baphomet! Devina was like a younger version of Amy Lee or that one chick from Halestorm, and Billie was here for it. <strong>”We are playing a game to get to know each other better. Since we have so much time to spend together.”</strong> Billie grins, and gently pats the spot next to her for Devina to take a seat. <strong>”Grab a seat, join us. Thanks for the snacks!”</strong> <br><br>Dani sweeps in right behind Devina, and Billie nods excitedly, shooting a grin at the athletic woman. The rebel had dubbed her muscles, mostly because of the quickly defining muscles that Billie often enjoyed looking at. She wasn’t far from that kind of athletic herself, but Billie was more lithe and lean, then muscular. It served her well during chases or when she just generally wanted to race around her city without a care in the world, and she could pack a really good punch. Honestly though, if Dani and Billie ever fought, Billie wasn’t sure who would come out on top there. Not that she truly desired to find out yet, Dani hadn’t made Billie angry. <strong>”Two truths and a lie!”</strong> Billie grins, and continues her explanation, <strong>”You tell two truths about yourself, and a lie.”</strong> <br><br>The rebel shoots another look at Faith, and sighs, Billie wasn’t about leaving people out. <strong>”If you change your mind, you can come play too.”</strong> There’s a soft smile on Billie’s face, hopeful, maybe Faith was just having a bad day, and needed some encouragement. Whatever the case, Billie would give her the benefit of the doubt, until she couldn’t anymore. <br><br>Dani kicks them off, and Billie shakes her head with disbelief. She could believe not dating til you were 18, but 18 people to be kissed? That was too many, but not impossible. But the idea of having a full time job at 18? That seemed impossible, especially with how her dad talked about recent job markets, plus all these places wanting experience. Nah, Billie thought that was the lie. <strong>”No way you already have a full-time job lined up.”</strong> <br><br>Once the lie is revealed, Billie launches into her own turn, grinning as she speaks. <strong>”One; My uncle is gay and married to a rich guy. Two; My dad is an accountant. Three: I have a younger brother named Brian. What’s the bullshit?”</strong> A wide shit eating grin appears on Billie’s face as she speaks, idly her one hand drops down and pets Winter as she waits for their answers.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>05-05-2022, 23:10:06</strong>
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				<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>The fact Liam had run away from home was a bit concerning, but Thorne could sympathize. He tried not to show too much of that concern on his face. "Didn't know they had scholarships for this sort of thing," his tone isn't condescending or mocking, just genuinely curious. "I never really bothered to look at <em>any</em> scholarships." He didn't care about school, why would he? And even if he did, he seriously doubted he qualified for any.<br><br>Thorne feels simultaneously relieved and bitter about Liam's situation. He's glad the other boy has something better than he does waiting for him at the end of the summer, but even still it hurts him. Was Liam doing something Thorne hadn't? It sounded like their situations had been similar, almost uncomfortably so, and yet the other boy still seemed to <em>like</em> his father and his home. Why couldn't <em>he</em> have had a parent like that? Thorne's frown deepens. "Well, fuck what he says. The only opinion of you that matters is your own." Though his words might sound harsh, he genuinely believes them, or at least seems to. "Don't let anyone tell you different."<br><br>Thorne looks Liam up and down for a moment, clearly thinking something over. "You can try out whatever you want," he says, gesturing to the makeup pile, "Just ask me first, 'kay?"<br><br>"I'm picking colours!" Sad Kitty chimes in, somewhat proudly. They fall silent afterwards though, becoming almost instantly uncomfortable with the attention. Once again, Thorne's protectiveness makes an appearance, and he draws Liam's attention back to himself. "If you're worried about it you can learn colour theory or whatever it's called," he waves one hand dismissively while grabbing an eyeshadow palette with another, "but as long as you don't mix anything particularly clashy, you should be alright." Opening it, he swipes his finger through a muted, almost salmon-like orange shade. He wipes the colour on a patch of skin through a tear in his jeans before doing the same with an off-putting shade of bright green. "See that?" Thorne asks, gesturing to the truly awful colour combination on his leg. "Just don't do anything nasty like that and you'll be golden."<br><br>"Getting pretty close, aren't ya?" Thorne grins, eyebrow raised as Liam leans closer. "Not that I mind though," his gaze darts to the muscular boy's bare chest for a moment before meeting his eyes again, "it's a pretty nice view." While he's not used to receiving much positive attention, it was clear Thorne relished it. Briefly, he thought maybe he should turn it down a notch. But why bother? It wasn't like he was going to see any of these people ever again after camp anyways. "Some people do take ages. The more you do it, the fast you get though. Practice makes perfect, or whatever it is they say."<br><br>Sad Kitty tilts their head, looking confused for a moment before looking up at Thorne. "Whatever you want. Just don't get torn up. I'd rather not find out if you can feel pain." The tone he addresses Sad Kitty in is possibly the gentlest tone one could imagine Thorne capable of. It's still not <em>quite</em> there, but it's close. Having received their answer, Sad Kitty looks back to Balor for a moment before answering themselves. "O-okay," then after a moment, "We've never played before. Is it like when we leave and the police come find us?" Whatever mortification Liam felt at Balor's comment, is now equally felt by Thorne at Sad Kitty's own confession. Thorne can't really seem to get angry with Sad Kitty, but at times like this, he almost wishes he could. Until he remembers what being the victim of anger is like, at least. "My human never really played any games." Sad Kitty barely even spoke when other awakened people were around, but of course, now that they were talking about Thorne's secrets, they couldn't seem to stop. Just his fucking luck.<br><br>Instead of focusing on, or god forbid talking about, what Sad Kitty had said Thorne chooses to do one of the things he does best. "You played hide and seek with your <em>stuffed animal?</em>" He asks, a wide, teasing grin on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>06-05-2022, 06:28:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.squishable.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/4/mini_squish_baphomet_7.jpg) (https://www.famousbirthdays.com/headshots/ricky-aimee-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Devina Belladonna Boulay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16147811#msg16147811)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>This (https://www.420keyz.top/ProductDetail.aspx?iid=336070790&amp;pr=55.88)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 3rd, 9pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Girls Cabin</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> Billie, Faith, Angel, Dani, </em><br><hr><br>Devina tried to collect herself once inside the cabin, quickly wiping her eyes and acting as if she hadn’t begun to cry. Baphomet put a small, little hoof on her side, and she smiled down at him. Devina wished she’d stood her ground, that she’d said something. But no, she just ran in fear and to the safety of the girls cabin she'd be calling home for the next foreseeable future. It made Devina want to kick herself for being so foolish for coming in the first place. Then again if she hadn't then maybe Baphomet wouldn't have awakened. They still hadn't figured out why all their stuffed animals had come to life. But it had to be something at the camp. Which made her worry if maybe she'd loose her gifts and her friend the moment she went home?<br><br>Devina nodded as Billie asked if she was ok, "Yeah, I'll live." she tried to assure the girl even if she looked as if she wouldn't. Truth be told Devina had no idea what the boys had in mind, probably just wanting to take Baphomet from her. At least that was what Devina had decided to believe. Just boys being boys...yeah. Nodding lightly again Devina moved over towards Billie but passed her to sit on her bed. "Whoever wants snacks can have some, or a soda. I got several." she opened her bag, "Though you may want to let the soda sit for a bit." she admitted with a nervous smile. "Oh ok, I've heard of that game before. Never played it, though."<br><br>"Sorry," Devina apologized to Faith as she spoke out loud. "Didn't mean to distract you." she managed the words with a gentle smile. But it never seemed to go all the way to her eyes anymore. Two truths and a lie seemed like a fun game to play to get to know people. Devina just didn't know what she would say or make up. So she was rather grateful when someone else offered to go first. Though as Dani spoke she became confused, which one could be fake? Devina wasn't sure because she just didn't know Dani enough, though for her the second choice would be the scariest of things. "Umm 2 is the lie...maybe...or 3."<br><br>"hmm," Devina debated Billie's Truth's for a moment, "2 is a lie...I think." she again wasn't sure of her answer. But when one was given, she smiled nonetheless. "Ok so one, umm," Devina thought but everything that came to mind only seemed to embarrassing to admit to. "My first kiss was stolen by a boy named Billy. Horrible after taste because he always drank monsters and never seemed to brush his teeth." Devina squirmed a bit and the memory of it. "Two, I've sold a few of my pieces of art out of a local gallery." she nodded and bit down on her lip as she debated a third option, "Three, umm," she bit her lip again but Baphomet spoke up, "She is my greatest follower!" he announced as he flapped his wings. The tiny wings barely manage to get the rather round plush up into the air. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>08-05-2022, 20:26:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8kfEsxT.png) (https://i.imgur.com/JNEFg4a.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Liam O'Hara and <strong>Balor</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146551#msg16146551)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured + chipped forest green nail polish and faded jeans</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>Thorne | </em><br><hr><br>"I didn't either until I looked for it," Liam says, relaxing slightly when Thorne doesn't seem prepared to mock him over it. "It's a whole process, and I think half the time they try to hide them." He snorts, tone slightly bitter because of course. People don't realize how expensive it is to be poor, or how much effort goes into every little decision or action. Operating from a place of fear is not a good place to be in, but eventually he sighs and shakes his head. Even in his head, now is not the time to soapbox. <br><br>Thorne not bothering to look for scholarships says... maybe something about their own financial situation, but it could also just be the boy didn't care about school. Liam isn't sure which, and it seems rude to ask. <br><br>He cracks a grin at hearing his own opinion is the only one that matters. It's maybe not as easy said as done, but. Liam dips his head, "Yeah, I want more from my life than what he settled for." It sounds mean, when he puts it like that, but. Biting his bottom lip, he glances at Thorne. "I really want to be a musician," he breathes. "Maybe a rockstar. It's a stupid dream, right? Every kid wants to grow up to be Bowie." He runs a hand through his hair, self-doubt plaguing his thoughts for a moment. "Sometimes I wonder if my Dad is right, and I should just settle for owning a diner." It's quieter, offered tentatively. Liam... really doesn't know how to handle this. He's not used to people taking any sort of interest. <br><br>The offer to try out the makeup has his smile widening though, practically lighting up his face. Sad Kitty's addition has him sending the stuffed animal a warm look, before being distracted by Thorne talking theory. The resulting color makes him grimace and laugh, nodding. "I see what you mean. I'll probably stick to basics. Some eye shadow, maybe some lipstick," he says. "What colors do you think would look good on me?" Liam wonders, glancing up at Thorne only to blush when told he's a little <em>close</em>. <br><br>He swallows but forces himself not to pull away, shrugging as casually as he can. "Not bad from where I am, either," he manages, and can't believe he's, what, flirting? It's a thought that's set aside as the stuffed animals talk amongst themselves, the comment of <em>leave</em> and <em>the police</em> coming sending Liam's eyebrows hiking up. Thorne teasing him has Liam huffing. There's a reflexive curl of anger and defensiveness, but. But. He really doesn't think Thorne means it the way other people would have. He's used to being bullied a bit, used to people insulting him, and Thorne has been... surprisingly nice, so far, despite the edges. It still has Liam mumbling an answer, another shrug added. "When you don't have anyone else to play with, it's easy to get lost in your own little world." Good job Liam, could you <em>sound</em> more pathetic?<br><br>It's a statement Liam quickly moves on from, staring from Sad Kitty to Thorne. "...What do they mean, leaving and the police come find you?" he asks, hesitantly.<br><br>Balor, meanwhile, is directing Sad Kitty in how to play. <strong>"One of us will shut their eyes and count to twenty, while the other hides in the room. Then they have to find the other,"</strong> he explains imperiously. Cocking his head, the little bell around his neck jingles. <strong>"You can hide first,"</strong> Balor offers. Having said so, Balor shuts their many eyes and drawls out a 'one', peeking one eye open to see if Sad Kitty has run off yet, making a gesture with one paw to run if they haven't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>10-05-2022, 00:47:22</strong>
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				<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. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>13-05-2022, 17:45:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8kfEsxT.png) (https://i.imgur.com/JNEFg4a.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Liam O'Hara and <strong>Balor</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146551#msg16146551)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured + chipped forest green nail polish and faded jeans</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>Thorne | </em><br><hr><br>"Yeah, I've noticed that," Liam breathes. And there's... a moment there, he thinks, of something shared. Because he really does feel like Thorne understands a little, in a way most other people don't. On one hand it's nice, on the other hand he feels for anyone that might have been in a similar situation to himself. He's finding he likes Thorne, a bit, and it's sad to think the other boy might have grown up poor as well. <br><br>He likely had it worse, Liam thinks, judging from a couple of the things he's sort of let slip. But now is hardly the time to think about it or interrogate the other, not when they're getting along and it's early and this is... it's nice. Pleasant. Maybe even, dare he say, comfortable. <br><br>It's a comfort that's tested a little as the conversation continues. The lack of outright rejection at least seems to have Liam contemplative, because yeah, it <em>is</em> likely every big star had had their moments of self-doubt, of questioning, wondering if they should do something <em>normal</em> and boring and safe. He'd maybe have liked more blatant encouragement, but Liam isn't used to such things regardless so he's not sure what he'd even do with it if he had it. Besides, he's getting the feeling that's not Thorne's style. "Trying is definitely something I can do," he agrees, lips quirking. "Sometimes I think I just kept with the guitar out of spite, because people said I wouldn't. Or that I'd never be any good at it." <br><br>And that's... getting a little too honest even for Liam, who bites his bottom lip and is clearly cursing himself. He's really, really bad about knowing when to shut his big mouth. He's altogether too happy when the conversation shifts. This isn't meant to be a tell-all about Liam, but he's finding it difficult to stop when Thorne is <em>right there</em> and the seemingly interested, or at least commenting. <br><br>Having Thorne examine him so blatantly isn't much better, Liam admits. There's a weight to the other boy's stare and he fidgets, waiting, though the color choices end up making him grin. "Noted on the lips." Balor seemingly can't help himself, chiming in dryly, <strong>"Maybe he could use it, he always looks like he's pouting."</strong> Liam turns a betrayed glance on the cat, who flicks its tail in a shrug. "Excuse you. No comments from the peanut gallery, unless you want to see how well these <em>actually</em> test on animals." He throws back, and Balor sniffs haughtily. <br><br>Glancing in the mirror, Liam muses. "Gold, bronze, and purple huh. Can we...?" he chances, seemingly a little hopeful. He's not sure what makeup Thorne actually brought with him, but. He'd like to try, if possible. <br><br>Though either way the conversation goes down darker paths again, and it's obvious both of them have history. The snapping makes him flinch a bit, but he still tries to meet Thorne's eyes. "I didn't think that," he offers quietly. "If I had another place to go, maybe I'd run too." Running a hand through his hair, he doesn't know where to go with this. "Why... don't you like to stick around?" Liam asks, tentative. "We can go back to the makeup, if you'd prefer," he offers almost immediately after, not wanting to actually chase Thorne away and not sure where the boundaries are.<br><br>It's clear it's a sensitive subject.<br><br>The dichotomy between their conversation and the stuffed animals might be amusing at another point, as Balor seems to be taking the game seriously and counting with all of his eyes shut. When he reaches the requisite number they all open, and he's immediately looking around. Prowling, the stuffed animal grins and it's almost an odd echo of Liam's. Having seen how Sad Kitty interacts with Thorne, behind him is the first place Balor looks. He crouches down low, hind quarters wiggling, before he pounces forward with an <strong>"Ah-hah!"</strong>, only to mrow to himself when he doesn't find the other cat. <strong>"Where else...,"</strong> he muses. <strong>"Come out, come out...,"</strong> Balor teases, enjoying himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>19-05-2022, 21:52:01</strong>
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				<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 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>Liam's comment feels like a reveal of something personal and secret like he was trusting Thorne with a small part of himself. It felt foreign and almost uncomfortable. Most people in Thorne's life didn't trust him to look after himself, let alone keep their secrets. He wasn't sure how to feel about it, or how to handle it. He was still grappling with Sad Kitty's trust in him. Thorne was tempted to warn Liam away, make sure the other knew about his sharp edges and how much he destroyed things. But he didn't. Instead, he gave into the hidden part of him that yearned for connection. <br><br>"Hey, spite's a good motivator," he replied, plastering a teasing smirk on his face. "Hell, it's probably the only reason I'm still kicking." That was... a bit more than Thorne would normally share. Whatever weird, playing nice and giving a shit voodoo Liam was using was more effective than <em>anything</em> the social workers ever tried. Maybe Sad Kitty was right, maybe Thorne <em>had</em> gone too long without a friend. Not that he was going to admit that.<br><br>"The pouty look isn't always a bad thing," though he's responding to Balor, Thorne is looking at Liam, "some people think it makes your lips look more kissable." If Thorne himself is one of these people, he doesn't say, though his prior flirting might be an indication of approval. He watches the way Liam and Balor interact, and wonders how well they would interact with Sad Kitty. When they had a moment alone, he'd have to ask the cat what they thought of the other boy and his cat.&nbsp; He wanted them to like each other, though he didn't know why. Liam's focus returning to the makeup is a welcome distraction from the thought. <br><br>"Knock yourself out. Here," he passes Liam the pallette Sad Kitty had abandoned in favour of the other cat. Inside, Liam will find three thin rectangles of eyeshadow lining each side in varying shades of pink and purple, and varying finishes of matte, shimmering, and glitter. In the center are two larger rectangles of makeup, one a pale shimmering peach shade, and the other a matte rosy pink. "And..." Thorne trails off as he scans the array of products in front of him before selecting another palate. "Here." This one is smaller, and more square. When Liam opens it, he'll find six even squares of eyeshadow, each row in shades of shimmering gold, bronze, silver, and the bottom row shades of matte black and grey. "That should cover the colours I suggested, but if you want to try something else, I'm sure I've got those too."<br><br>Thorne sighs as the topic shifts back to more personal aspects of his life. He grabs a brush that closely resembles a rounded paintbrush and looks at the colour combinations Sad Kitty had laid out on his leg before swiping it through one of the shades of purple on the first palette he had handed to Liam. Liam could be forgiven for assuming Thorne wasn't going to answer, as he takes a few long moments to swipe the colour over the lid and outer corners of his eyes in silence. In reality, he's thinking, and stalling for time. He <em>knows</em> whatever comfort or niceness they've built so far is going to come crashing down around him with his next words. It always does. But still, Liam said he might run away too, so maybe he'll understand? But then again, he'd think rationally about it, make sure he had somewhere to go. Something Thorne had never done himself. So maybe he didn't understand. He lets out a frustrated noise.<br><br>"It's... complicated." Thorne gets out after a long moment. Better to rip that Band-Aid off now, he thinks, better not to get too attached first. "I... I get moved around a lot. Sometimes it's too much, sometimes not enough. Sometimes it's just shit." It's more than he'd normally admit, but he's well aware it's still not much of an answer. But it's not something Thorne has ever tried to vocalize before, nor does he know how to. Still, it's enough of an admission to have him tensed again and waiting for judgement, for the moment Liam realizes he's temporary, something to throw away when you get bored.<br><br>Blissfully ignorant of his human's inner turmoil, Sad Kitty is having the time of their life with this new game. There's a brief bit of wiggling from underneath the pillow as Sad Kitty rearranges themselves to watch Balor search and a quickly muffled giggle at the other cat's teasing request. If one could see the smaller cat, and they had the appropriate facial structure, Sad Kitty would surely be grinning widely. This game has proven to be fun, and they will surely be asking their human, and Balor, to play it with them frequently from this moment on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>20-05-2022, 19:08:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/59/Seadragon.jpeg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Screenshot_2022-04-02_16.57.35.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Faith Carvalho and Coral (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145110#msg16145110)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Black spaghetti strap tank with white heart and black shorts (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/Sleepwear.jpeg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>9:00 PM June 3rd; Night</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Girl’s Cabin</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>OPEN</em><br><hr>Coral was decidedly quiet on the topic of her earbuds which caused Faith’s eyes to narrow a little. Still, her stuffed companion had only shrugged and looked away. This made Faith even more suspicious, but she wasn’t about to get into an argument with her stuffed dragon in front of the other girls. Instead, Faith picked up her sketchpad again and tried to ignore the chatter of camp games happening just under her bunk.&nbsp; <br><br>On the other hand, Coral took great interest in the game and peaked her head over the side of the bunk bed to look down at the others as they began. She smiled at the fun they were having. While the answers, truth or lies, were primarily tame, it was a getting to know you game, and Coral immensely enjoyed figuring out what was truth and what were the lies. She particularly enjoyed Baphomet and their interjection, and Coral giggled from her perch above the others. She grew so enthralled with the game that she scurried down the bedpost in a swirl when there was a lull to come to rest on the empty bottom bunk between Devina and Dani.<br><br>“I know, I know!” Coral pattered her feet happily against the mattress. Just because Faith didn’t want to be a part of the game didn’t mean that Coral couldn’t. “When Faith was little, she used to hum “I’m a little teapot when she went to the….”&nbsp; <br><br>Faith’s eyes flew wide open when she heard Coral’s voice coming from the bunk below. She threw her sketchbook hard enough it almost tumbled off the end of her bunk and scrambled to get down before Coral could finish her sentence. She unceremoniously flumped down between Dani and Devine with a thud and clapped her hand across Coral’s mouth to silence her.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Coral smiled behind the suddenly appearing had that silenced her. Her little ploy had worked. She was so smart. What could possibly go wrong now?<br><br>She tossed the dark tresses from her eyes where they had fallen in her scramble and shot Coral daggers before she took a deep breath and flashed a smile at Devina, who she had bumped into on the way down. She had done the same to Dani, but it was Dani, so she felt no need to apologize there.<br><br>“Sorry about that,” she offered a rare apology to the skittish girl while grabbing a bag of snacks from Dani and taking a chip.&nbsp; <br><br>“Let’s see. The Billy thing is too real. I think we have all been there before…well, maybe not, Dani.” She added with a sly smile as she spoke to Devina. “Since you just woke up a day ago, I’m guessing she is your only follower,” Faith said, glancing at Baphomet, “So, by default, your greatest follower. Hmm…I’m going to call bullshit on the gallery thing seems a bit much, and I haven’t seen what you have to offer yet, so…” She left it hanging as she turned to finally acknowledge Dani, who would have had to shimmy a little out of the rapidly descending Faith’s way or risk having Faith sit on her head.&nbsp; <br><br>“Feckless rebel? It’s okay to say you’re horny, you know?” Faith observed with more of a dismissive attitude than she has shown Devina. “I’m guessing no one wanted to date you more than it’s your parent’s fault, so I’m gonna go with the job.”&nbsp; <br><br>Coral suddenly realized that there might have been a flaw in her spontaneous plot to force Faith to get involved in the game.<br><br>“And it’s all bullshit.” Faith said, looking at the ringleader of the game, Billie. “I mean, I know the game is to make it hard to guess and all, but all of that is like the most boring-ass shit I have ever heard. It’s not even interesting enough to figure out,” Faith said, leaning her back against the bunk and stretching her bare legs across the floor, taking up most of the room between the others.&nbsp; <br><br>“Seriously. It’s a snooze fest. Make it interesting. Like…I have lived in six different countries. I won my all-state archery competition in high school, and I’ve had a boyfriend and girlfriend at the same time.” Faith rattles them all off with ease and no hesitation. They were hardly the juiciest things she could say about herself, but why give away her best stuff. “Or maybe you’re just that boring?” she observed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>20-05-2022, 20:29:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/eGp9EM9.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/0TqlRxT.jpg?1)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Dani Kumar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145277#msg16145277)</em> | <strong>Dani</strong> | <strong>Kraken</strong> <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>French braid pigtails, brown hiking boots, outfit #4 (https://www.thetrendspotter.net/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Casual-Hiking-Outfits.jpg).</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>6:35PM June 3rd; 9:00pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Cabin</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Cabin girls!</em><br><hr><strong> </strong><br><br><strong>"Damn woman!"</strong> Dani said with an over exaggerated lean backwards. She put a hand over her heart and attempted to be shocked, but the gleeful smile ruined it. Faith had come in like a wrecking ball, and the jock was here for it. She shifted to allow room for the artist. <br><br><strong>"Gotta admit, giving your kids alliterative names is definitely basic. Totes something an accountant would do. Is that why you went with all the fishnets? Rebellion against middle class?"</strong> She went in for another chip, but Faith had taken the last good one. She straightened up the bag and downed the crumbled bits before snagging another item from Devina's offered stash. <strong>"I'm going to say you don't have a gay uncle who married rich. But I'd marry rich if given the chance! Even turn gay to do it! But if I'm going to be a gold digger, I might as well come with some perks and be a horny one, huh?"</strong> she nudged playfully into Faith's shoulder while chowing down on another Doritos.<br><br><strong>"Alas, I <em>do</em> have a job lined up after school. My parents have never inquired about my dating life - my very <em>successful</em> dating life,"</strong> she added with an irritated look at Faith, <strong>"Well, moderately non-existent dating life. Boys are dumb. ANYWAY, the job is a super bummer. My parents are practically forcing me to work for their practice because I don't want to go to college. They're dentists and the receptionist, Miss Annie, is retiring."</strong> Everything about the conversation was turning into a bummer. Her parents had never inquired about her dating life because they had already determined that they were going to set her up with a wealthy and successful businessman as soon as they found him. There had been much disappointment over having zero desire to become a dental hygienist, but her parents had simply plopped another job down in front of her. She didn't know if she were supposed to be grateful or enraged. She had wanted to <em>leave</em> and start making her own decisions, but... she had never had the courage to start the conversation. She just blandly went along when push came to shove with her parents. <br><br><strong>"All hail Baphomet!"</strong> Dani exclaimed, giving a mock bow. <strong>"I'll say that's true. And you definitely seem the type to have your kisses stolen. I gotta show you how to aim a good kick for the nuts, girl. You seem to attract assholes,"</strong> she said, referencing the fiasco that had occurred outside the cabin. <strong>"So art is the lie? Gotta show us the goods, now!"</strong> She licked her fingers, tossed the bag of half-eaten chips to Billie, and stood up. Hadn't Faith been doodling? Where was that sketch book?<br><br><strong>"Six countries, huh? I'm not even sure I could name six continents,"</strong> she said, stepping onto the wooden frame of the lower bunk to get a better view of Faith's things. It wasn't clear if she knew that there were more than six continents. <strong>"I can totally see that you'd lead two people on at the same time, though. So I'll say archery is the lie!"</strong> With a quick snatch and a jump backward, she held up Faith's sketchbook, but kept it closed. <br><br><strong>"Don't think Devina is good enough for a gallery, right? Shall we compare!?"</strong> she said teasingly. <strong>"Do you have a sketchbook with you, Devina?"</strong> She stayed poised on her feet, ready to run circles in the room and jump over occupants to avoid giving the book to Faith should she want it back immediately. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheOwlChemist</strong> on <strong>26-05-2022, 03:35:37</strong>
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				<br>Cabins:<br><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/373569172971716610/958869636198301736/tumblr_o9m7rdbUcs1qbduwso1_1280.jpg) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/373569172971716610/963570152945877053/EPfUGXRUYAAfa0X.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Angel Williams and Cloudie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16150863#msg16150863)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Starry pjs for hot weather (https://img.ltwebstatic.com/images3_pi/2020/11/20/16058438897098d11c0c5ed81dd245224a8e56538e_thumbnail_900x.webp)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 3rd; 9:00 PM</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Girl’s Cabin</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>OPEN, The girlies</em><br><hr><br>Angel schooches over as Devina enters the circle, giving her and Dani a place to sit. Poor Devina looks like she’s seen a ghost, and Billie seems to share her worry. She claims to be fine but Angel doesn’t really believe that. She has made a point of being nice to her, as Devina seems sweet and honestly kind of…..fragile? Angel resolves to keep an eye on the poor girl as she gently takes a soda from her stash. <strong>“Thank you, Devina. This was very kind of you.</strong>” <br><br>She settles in to watch, choosing not to speak when Dani’s turn comes, mostly because Billie beats her to it, and she agrees. Plenty of people have conservative parents, so being banned from dating is not unusual. Maybe she goes to catholic school or something? Like 80% of Angel’s impression of Dani at this point is that she’s definitely like, a freak. This girl probably has a porn collection or something, she’s super horny. Which is a common thing for people that are repressed so yeah that tracks. Most medical offices won’t hire someone with no experience though. <br><br>Billie’s is interesting. She somehow fully believes the gay uncle thing. People are gay all the time, it’s not weird. And while Billie and Brian have different vibes as names, they both start with a B? People do that, and Billie does have mild big sister vibes. <strong>“I’m gonna say the accountant thing is a lie. Accountant is just the cover you use when you don’t want to tell people what your job is. My parents had an “accountant”, but he is also an investment banker, and usually says that if people ask.”</strong><br><br>Devina goes next, and one is definitely true. That level of Ick is hard to fake. Once again, Devina needs a hug, and that is coming from Angel, Who is not exactly chipper herself. Several of the girls believe that the Art thing is the lie, but Angel decides to give Devina the benefit of the doubt on that one. However, Faith’s logic is sound on the follower front, Loathe though she is to admit it. He has only been alive like two days, that’s likely not a wide pool. “<strong>You never know, I’m sure Devina’s art is great! I think Baphomet interrupted your lie, and you didn’t tell one, Devina.”</strong><br><br>Angel scoots back a bit as Faith enters the circle. Really? No one wants your feet near them, holy shit. Cloudie, who has been silently sitting on her shoulder, hops down to look judgingly at Faith’s legs in the middle of the circle, looking very comically disgusted. Angel has to pick her up and deposit her in her lap, while the tapir continues to stare at Faith as though she has pissed in her morning coffee. She can fully believe the thing about the cheating. Faith seems like the type. Cloudie scoffs at this one. “Ho” Angel tries not to laugh, as she agrees with Dani. “<strong>Yeah archery takes a lot of strength, and I’m not seeing any muscles on you.</strong>”<br><br>It’s interesting to see that she was wrong about Dani, but the story tracks. She’s gonna hate that, though. Dani is the hardest of these girls to read, for Angel. She acts boy crazy most of the time, but then says boys are dumb? Weird. She acts like she doesn’t care, but is still standing up for Devina in her own way. Speaking of, Angel turns to the shy girl sympathetically. <strong>“Hey, you don’t have to share anything you don’t want to.”</strong><br><br>She speaks up then, trying to deflect a bit by keeping the game going. Cloudie has, of course, climbed up to her head to watch the Chaos that is about to happen, as it her lifeblood and sole form of sustenance. And Angel won’t let her blow anything up. Curse her “Common Sense”. Gross. Angel chooses to take her turn before the Tapir starts chanting ‘Fight, Fight’ like this is a school movie in the 80s. <strong>“Okay, So. Every year on my birthday, my parents make a pineapple upside down cake that they learned to make on their honeymoon in Hawaii. I have a small collection of handmade knick-knacks from all over the world, the names and origins of which I keep in a small notebook. One time in ninth grade I went to a party with a bunch of seniors and got so drunk that I forgot where my house was and walked to school instead. Which one is the lie?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Cabins</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>27-05-2022, 23:32:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8kfEsxT.png) (https://i.imgur.com/JNEFg4a.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Liam O'Hara and <strong>Balor</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146551#msg16146551)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured + chipped forest green nail polish and faded jeans</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>Thorne | </em><br><hr><br>"Whatever it takes to get through the day," Liam quips. If that means spite, hey. He's heard of worse motivators. At least he's not a drug addict or anything; it really could be worse. If anything he's proud of himself for being as well adjusted as he is. A glance at Thorne from under his lashes has him thinking similar of the other boy. It's clear he's had a rough go of it, even if Liam doesn't know the details. <br><br>The phrase 'more kissable' has Liam coughing in slight shock, shifting. Almost absently he raises a hand to brush a thumb over his lips, thinking on that. It's certainly not something he'd have heard back at home. If anything was going to be said about his lips back in town, Liam would rather expect it to be some sort of derogatory comment. It wouldn't be the first time he's been called a fag, and he drifts in thought for a moment before he blinks and glances at the palette Thorne passes him.<br><br>Right, not the time.<br><br>Staring down at all the different shades, there's no denying his expression is <em>overwhelmed</em>. Despite that he firms his jaw, determination taking over. He's not going to be beaten by a <em>makeup palette</em>. One could be forgiven for thinking Liam was going to war, the way he half-glares at the palette and very carefully picks up a brush. Glancing again at the colors, he starts with the bronze and, almost copying Sad Kitty, runs the brush through it and then wipes it on his jeans. He's trying to get a feel for the texture and how it might apply, frowning in concentration. <br><br>When he thinks he has an okay handle on it he closes one eye and glances in the mirror, awkward shifting everything around so he can lean forward and gently brush it over the lid. He still ends up half-jabbing himself, pulling away with a wince and a self-deprecating laugh. It doesn't stop him from trying again. The silence between them is... not quite awkward, funnily enough. He's content to give Thorne time to answer, even as Liam himself is experimenting somewhat poorly with the eyeshadow. He does like the color, at least. <br><br>He half-watches Thorne out of the corner of his eye, copying the motion the other boy uses. Liam grins, cheeks dimpling as the color goes across his eyelid. Almost excited now, his tongue peeks out of his lips as he focuses, swiping another color to contrast the bronze. Going with an almost dark purple, he slowly applies it to the corners of his eye. It had been so long that he almost startles when Thorne speaks, and figuring he doesn't want looked at Liam focuses on the makeup. <br><br>He's still listening, though Liam can't help the way his smile widens as he hears the muffled giggle from Sad Kitty. He's not sure what to do about Thorne, though. Liam isn't dumb, despite not always getting the best grades. There's a lot to think about in that simple statement. "Sometimes it's just shit," Liam agrees finally, glancing up and nodding. He's not going to interrogate the other. Liam can imagine things that are bad enough as it is. If Thorne wants to talk, he can be here. But getting pushy? Nah, not Liam's style. <br><br>"People are assholes, anyway" he adds after a moment, shrugging and sitting back. "What do you think?" he gestures at the eyeshadow, and maybe that's that. Liam isn't going to judge Thorne. He's sorry the other is going through some shit, but being pitied never helped anyone. He half-grins at Thorne, gaze sympathetic, but accepting. Yeah, maybe Thorne isn't perfect. Liam isn't either. He's sure whatever the case the other boy doesn't deserve the shit going on in his life, but it isn't like Liam is in a position to help beyond being his friend.<br><br>And, Liam thinks as he swipes a brush over the bronze, it's nice to have a friend. <br><br>From off to the side there's the laughing warcry of Balor, who pounces on the slightly moving pillow with a gleeful <strong>"Got you!"</strong> The cat is surprisingly careful, rolling around and grinning, and it's nice, too, to see Balor relax and let go. He's always the more serious of the pairing, so Liam can only think Thorne and Sad Kitty are good for them both. <strong>"Okay, you count now,"</strong> Balor instructs. <strong>"And no peeking!"</strong>
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