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</div><b>Name: Ghislain Morel<br/>
Age:</b>28<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Saturday, July 1st<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Entrance -> Bedroom<br/><b>Wearing:</b>A baby blue button up, demin shorts, and sandals<br/><b>Logged in with:<br/>
Tagging:</b>Everyone in the bedroom<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Ghislain stepped out of cab and collected his belongings, moving almost in a mirror of the Asian man that had shared the vehicle with him. Apparently the two men had both had issues with the plane tickets the production company had acquired for them, and had similarly been delayed at their respective airports long enough to burn away an entire day.<br/><br/>Ghislain had been filled in on everything in the interim, and was thankful that the production team was still allowing him to show up to the villa despite the late hour. He could hear some party noise still going on within the villa and what he assumed was a backyard patio based on the echoes, and normally he would join such festivities and mingle with the women his eyes, and manhood, were intrigued by.<br/><br/>With the stress of everything that had happened today though, it was all Ghislain could do to stay awake and drag his two suitcases into the house behind him. Even as he passed the people inside the bedroom, Ghislain barely paid much mind to them, forcing his legs to carry him to an empty bed and kicking off his sandals the moment he could, then falling into a deep slumber once his blonde head hit the pillow.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F1200x%2Fa4%2F0f%2Fcf%2Fa40fcfd2928e70b977f8bc0b350c5206.jpg&amp;hash=f6b1fcf94b19558ea62a3efe1908f5f6" title="a40fcfd2928e70b977f8bc0b350c5206.jpg">
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</div><b>Name: Enomoto Kaien<br/>
Age:</b>22<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Saturday, July 1st<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Entrance -> Living Room<br/><b>Wearing:</b>An open white button up, grey sweatpants, a black cardigan tied around his waist, and black combat boots.<br/><b>Logged in with:<br/>
Tagging:</b>Anybody still in the living room<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Kaien collected the two massive duffel bags he had travelled with from the trunk of the cab and followed Ghislain inside the villa. He couldn't believe that a show like this would have so many issues getting a plane ticket, but Kaien wasn't going to let that dampen his spirits much. Life wasn't so predictable as everyone hoped, and he could roll with the punches with no problem.<br/><br/>With the party vibes still fresh in the air, Kaien decided to remain in the living room, doubting he would get much sleep if he went to the bedroom now. From what he understood, the contestants would be sharing the bedroom for a bit, and the first night was liable to have too many drunks for Kaien to be comfortable, nor did he particularly want to listen to somebody snoring in an already unfamiliar environment.<br/><br/>Instead, Kaien plopped himself down on the couch and took out a thick stack of papers stapled together and a red pen, reviewing the lines he would be recording once Are You The One was finished. Just because he had been brought here to find the "perfect woman" of his dreams, didn't mean he was planning on neglecting his prior contracts. Besides, Kaien was confident the endless sea of black text and his own scribbled notes would eventually bore him to sleep anyways.<br/><br/>And if he woke up to one of the ladies offering a morning visit, who was he to complain?