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</div><b>Name:</b>Grace Lynn Carter<br/><b>Age:</b>28<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Brighton, England<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Sunday, 4th of July | Morning<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Bedroom | Bathroom | Terrace<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Red swimming costume<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>No one<br/><b>Tagging: </b>Brook (<a class="username" data-user-id="9157" data-username="Sarita" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9157/">Sarita</a>) | Open<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Grace woke up with the same start as the others. The lights suddenly flashed on and the All American Rejects started to play through the speakers. Matt, who had spooned her all night long, screamed right in her ear and nearly made her jump off the bed altogether.<br/><br/><b>DING!</b><br/><br/>Her phone on the nightstand made a chiming sound which signaled a text message. Only, the message wasn’t just for her. Apparently all of the Islanders received a text at the same time. Sleepily and groggily, she pulled her phone from the surface and thumbed through the screen to see what the text said.<br/><br/>Around that time, she also felt the bed shifting, which meant Matt was leaving. Grace sat up after reading the text about the competition, gulping audibly at the news. “Right. Game on, I suppose.” She looked around at the others who were either dancing or grumbling as they worked on getting ready.<br/><br/>She took a bit of time to enjoy the music, then got herself up and into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, took a quick shower, and got herself all ready for the day, sporting a ponytail that said she was ready for anything. Changing into her red bathing suit, she sauntered down the hallway and out the doors, breathing in the fresh, morning air.<br/><br/>She was on the terrace, and unfortunately, there were no breakfast items there. But, another blonde was. Brook, if she remembered right. “Hello! Brook, isn’t it?” She walked over and pulled up a pillow, then took a seat. “Are you ready for this competition business?”