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</div><b>Name: </b>Terrence “Terry” Howell<br/><b>Age:</b>29<br/><b>Sexuality: </b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Queens, New York<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>Wednesday, 7 July | Morning<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Kitchen<br/><b>Wearing: </b>see image<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Single<br/><b>Tagging: Everyone in the kitchen|</b><br/>Val<a class="username" data-user-id="4238" data-username="sloane" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4238/">sloane</a>| Claire<a class="username" data-user-id="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a><br/><br/><br/>Terrence had never thought he’d ever find himself on a show like this one. Reality TV wasn’t really his thing, mainly because it just wasn’t real but pretending to be. But at the urging of his sons, the aspiring chef would find himself walking into the Villa, a smile on his face, single and ready to mingle. He’d watched a bit of what’s happened so far in this season, but, admittedly, barely paid attention. There was one girl, however, that did catch his attention when he did happen to look up from his phone to stare at the TV screen, and as he made his way into the kitchen, she was already walking out with another guy in tow to have breakfast.<br/><br/>Breakfast. Now<i>that</i>was something he could sink his teeth into. As he walked into the kitchen, he would see only a couple people who hadn’t been asked to eat the most important meal of the day with another. He recognized the two from the show, but couldn’t remember their names. Needless to say, he when he walked into the room, he wore his biggest smile and waved to the two ladies, “well! Good morning! I hope I’m not interrupting anything. My name’s Terrence, but everybody just calls me Terry.” He introduced himself, pulling his sunglasses up to rest atop his head. He’d then offer a hand to shake first to the one who just watched her boy get stolen by another newbie, if she took it. And then to the other, asking for both their names if they would be so inclined to share.<br/><br/>“So, it seems that the newbies like myself get their choice of who to have breakfast with. Now, I don’t want to step on any toes or put any pressure on anybody, but would either of you ladies like to join me?” He asked, his arms slightly spread out from his sides, taking a step back as if to showcase himself in a bit of a pose to the two in case either would be interested in taking the offer. “I watched a little bit of the show before coming on, but I wouldn’t mind a bit of tea with my breakfast, if anybody’s willing to share.” He chuckled with a charming smile and a wink.