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</div><br/><br/><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>Backyard tables<br/><b>Wearing: </b>see image<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Single<br/><b>Tagging: </b>Val<a class="username" data-user-id="4238" data-username="sloane" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4238/">sloane</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Terrence chuckled as he nabbed a bit eggs from the center plate and tossed it into his own, taking a few bites as she listened. “Shake things up is right. I watched the last challenge and that was something interesting. I suppose it wouldn’t be good tv if somebody didn’t stir the pot a bit though, huh?” He grinned, overall enjoying the pleasant conversation.<br/><br/>Then, Val turned the question around on him and he couldn’t help but shake his head. “That, you can blame my boys on.” He let out a a fuller laugh, “I have two sons back home, and, I dunno, something in their heads told them I needed a vacation and somehow<i>this</i>was the best option for me. Like, I can’t just enjoy working every day of my life?” He added with a slight bit of sarcastic humor towards the end. “Nah, but for real though, they convinced me to apply. I know they’re hoping I find somebody to make me happy, but honestly, they’re all I need. But, hey,” he shrugged, “I won’t close myself off in case there<i>is</i>somebody here….and, you know, the cash prize certainly wouldn’t hurt in helping to pay for their schooling.” He chuckled, keeping his answer genuine, seeing no reason to lie about the truth.<br/><br/>“So, what about everybody else here?” He asked, taking a sip of his juice. “I watched a bit before arriving, but you know they only show so much: hiding this, highlighting that, focusing on people when they’re being particularly goofy or overdramatic.” He shook his head, “so, I’m curious of what might be going on behind the screen, the parts we don’t get to see, from somebody already here. I know you haven’t been here for a long, but I’d imagine you got at least a bit more insight than me. Who you like? Who you don’t? Who do I gotta be wary of?” He then paused for a moment and took another glance at the girl, clearing his throat, “actually, you’re one of the nicer ones, aren’t you? You’re not gonna have or want anything to dish with the negative stuff, so, if it’s alright with you, let me rephrase that. Aside from your boy, Danny, which people do you like most on this island and why?”