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</div><b>Name:</b>Victor Lundquist<br/><br/><b>Age:</b>30<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Stockholm, Sweden<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Sunday, July 4th<br/><b>Location:</b>Gym<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Black trunks<br/><br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Olivia Williams<br/><br/><b>Tagging:</b>OPEN<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Halfway through his search for Rebeckah, he realised something. While he'd love her view on things, there was someone else he needed to have a bit of a chat with. Himself. He needed time to think, sort things out. And he knew just where to go - the gym. And after that, when he had cleared the smoke in his head, he'd go straight to the interview room and have a chat with the camera. He might not get the chance to share his version with some of the other islanders before they had already decided what they thought of him, but at least he'd get to share it with the viewers.<br/><br/>And so he paused in his tracks, turned around and walked past the people in the backyard without looking at them. He was getting paranoid, and he could swear he felt their judgemental gazes as he passed. If Dom's reaction was any indication, they wouldn't hold much love for him, despite only having heard one side of the story. What had Olivia told them? Was it correct, or simply the way she had interpreted things? Gossip was dangerous in that regard, because if she had completely misunderstood him and his intentions and then spread that along, that version of what had happened might put him in an even worse place. And he wouldn't even have a chance to offer his side of things and explain himself. Did she tell them he had sincerely tried to apologise? Did she tell them that he admitted he was wrong, that he was the jerk and that he wasn't trying to justify anything, but rather explain why he had done what he did so that it might help her put the pieces together and realise it had nothing to do with her, in case she might have thought so and possibly even blamed herself? Or was she telling them a completely different version?<br/><br/>Gah, he hated not knowing what they were talking about. But at the same time, he wasn't going to interrupt. Again.<br/><br/>Upon arriving at the outdoor gym, he let out a sigh with a puff of the cheeks and looked around at the equipment. He grabbed a jump rope and did a few minutes of warm up, and then grabbed the barbell and loaded it with some weights and started doing biceps curls, grunting audibly with each rep as he approached failure. Meanwhile, his brain worked on all cylinders. Why had things gone so wrong? Why had he, who had built a career on good decisions back home, suddenly begun making these weird, questionable decisions?<br/><br/>Right as that thought crossed his mind, he glanced at one of the cameras that was set up at the perimeter. Then, he was reminded that he was being watched and judged by thousands of people, and he finally got it. They saw his every move, heard his every word. Hell, he'd bet those fucking cameras even had complex X-rays so that they could see his very thoughts. He had to admit, he wasn't handling that very well, and so it was very likely that the cameras and knowing he was on world wide TV were messing with his head. Like, wasn't it messing with everyone's heads? How were the other islanders being so cool about it?