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</div><b>Name: Melissa Zabielski<br/>
Age: 21<br/>
Date/Time: Friday, August 6 [evening]<br/>
Location: backyard of the villa<br/>
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Tagging: Jules (<a class="username" data-user-id="4238" data-username="sloane" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4238/">sloane</a>); April (<a class="username" data-user-id="4695" data-username="MonsterMistress" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4695/">MonsterMistress</a>); Logan (<a class="username" data-user-id="2019" data-username="Mellifluous" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2019/">Mellifluous</a>); Gian (<a class="username" data-user-id="6928" data-username="insidioustorment" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6928/">insidioustorment</a>)</b><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Standing there with four other beautiful women and five extremely handsome men, Lissa had to admit that she still was having a hard time believing that she was actually here. Signing up for the show was a way to get out of Oklahoma, out of the apartment where her lease was almost up anyway. Doing covers on youtube definitely didn't pay the bills. When she wasn't doing covers, she worked her day job as a pet store associate and her night job as a waitress at a local club. It was honestly tiring, working both jobs and trying to make ends meet. So she'd been elated when she got the news she was chosen to be on Are You The One.<br/><br/>The place was gorgeous. There were simply no other words for it. Ryan, their host, was standing between the line of men and the line of women, explaining to them that they were here to find their perfect match. The idea that one of those five handsome men could be her perfect match was exciting, but also intimidating. To say her dating life had been shit would be an understatement, but she wasn't trying to get into those thoughts now.<br/><br/>Mentally shaking herself, she focused back on Ryan just as he told them they could mingle and get to know each other. Ryan excused himself, and suddenly Lissa felt her heart beating in her ears. A few of the others headed for the outdoor bar, but Lissa's feet wouldn't move. She glanced over just in time to see one of the men approaching, his sunglasses blocking his eyes. Still, through the lenses, she felt his eyes on her and her heart jumped to her throat. But he just turned his attention to one of the girls beside her, and Lissa felt her stomach plummet some.<br/><br/>It was no secret to her that she wasn't everyone's taste, from the pink hair to many aspects of her personality. Still, she tried giving herself a mental pep talk as another man approached, only to speak to the woman on her other side. Feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment, she turned away as the first man tilted the first girl's head back with his fingers, his deep voice resonating in Lissa's ears even though he wasn't speaking to her.<br/><br/>Seeing the others gathered at the bar, she felt a sudden impulse to run to the beach. But that wasn't what got her here, and she had to swallow that fear and actually break out of her shell. So she squared her shoulders and decided to head to the bar, approaching just in time to hear one of the girls asking about what the others did when they weren't looking for the one. She said she was a photographer, and the man beside her revealed he was a writer. That caught her attention, but before she could comment, another man mentioned racing. Well, that was interesting, too. Something Lissa had never done.<br/><br/>The short haired blonde who was also at the bar directed her attention to the other woman, listening as she explained that she did cosplay. Lissa had heard the term, but again, never done it herself. It had always sounded fun, though. Looking back at the second male, she tilted her head slightly. "What exactly is 'auto' racing? I mean, I've heard of racing, but... not auto." She finished, pursing her lips. "Or is it the same thing and I just made a total fool of myself? I'm Lissa, by the way." She addressed everyone with her last comment, her eyes glancing around at the others as she introduced herself.