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</div><br/><b>Name:</b>Rebeckah Spencer<br/><b>Age:</b>21<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Los Angeles, California<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Sunday 4 July 2021 - Late Morning<br/><b>Location: </b>Entrance<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Black bikini with matching sarong<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>No one<br/><b>Tagging: Hans (<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"/>Rebeckah wasn’t sure how to answer the repeated question. She assumed that was going to be a normal question, but how did one answer when they were in her shoes, so to speak. She was starting to get nervous and fidget with the hem of the sarong as he elaborated on his reasoning.<br/><br/>Luckily, she heard phones start going off, one after the other. The distraction came at the perfect moment in her opinion. Letting go of the hem of the skirt, she reached for her phone and quickly opened it to Laura’s text. She knew what the words said yet she found herself going over them again and again, trying to make sense of them.<br/><br/>“Shit.” She muttered as Hans started speaking. Were they going to lose two islanders now? What would that mean for whichever girl got left single after a boy was sent home? She had a million questions running through her head as she tried to listen to what Hans was saying while keeping her cool.<br/><br/>“<i>Least</i>favorite?” She repeated, looking at each of the couples around the villa. There were still so many people who were technically single milling about, Rebeckah had no idea who was actually in a couple and who wasn’t. Even if she had been able to tell who was technically coupled up at this point, she didn’t really know any of these people yet…or what the audience was actually seeing.<br/><br/>“I haven’t the foggiest.” She finally said. “Maybe Grace and—” She started before cutting herself off. Was Grace technically in a couple or not? Even if she was, could it just be Rebeckah’s personal experience with the girl coloring her judgement.<br/><br/>“You know what, no. I literally have no idea. Which is unsettling.” She sighed, looking around again. “This island has thrown me off every step of the way so far. I’m so used to being the one who’s always ten steps ahead. But here?”