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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>Competition Area<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 had been one of the last to shuffle out of the competition area. After Victor had run off, offering a kiss to her forehead and not much of an explanation, she had been content to just sort of sit back and watch the rest of the islanders as they made their way back to the villa. The young woman wasn’t exactly sure what to do with herself.<br/><br/>By the time she returned to the villa, she could think of only one thing to do. So she headed straight to the Truth Booth...after changing out of the competition costume. She didn’t know what to expect from there but hopefully the camera wouldn’t seem as difficult to talk to as the rest of the islanders did. A girl could only hope, anyways.<br/><br/>“I don’t really know what to say.” Beckah muttered as she slipped the horns off her head and sat in the large bamboo chair set up in the middle of the tiny room. If it wasn’t for the chair being so large, the space might have felt cramped. That didn’t help to aide in Rebeckah’s concerns.<br/><br/>She pulled a bright pillow to her lap and leaned back, pulling her legs up behind her on the chair. It was pretty comfortable for a chair made of bamboo and only a comparatively thin cushion. Maybe not as comfortable as other seating in this villa, but that was to be expected. The producers clearly didn’t want anyone simply hiding out.<br/><br/>“This whole experience so far has been so confusing. I mean I didn’t come in under the impression that everything was going to be so easy but…” The brunette bit her bottom lip, looking away from the camera. She still wasn’t quite sure exactly what to say and what to do, that seemed to come even harder in here.<br/><br/>“I never meant to hurt Olivia. Truth be told, I don’t know if I can watch her walk out of the villa, especially not because I fucked up. I mean, yea, I think there may be something there with Victor but I don’t really know where he stands on this whole situation. Ugh! I need to figure shit out before it’s too late.”<br/><br/>Rebeckah stood up then, dropping the pillow back onto the chair and walking out of the Truth Booth. She wasn’t sure that she even really needed to have gone in there in the first place…except that at least it allowed her an opportunity to turn her thoughts into the words that she needed.<br/><br/>Walking into the backyard, Bex tried to look around for a friendly face. Unfortunately, most of the rest of her fellow islanders seemed to be already engaged in conversation or preoccupied. That is except one of the guys she hadn’t even had the chance to say hello to.<br/><br/>“Hey. Hans, right?” Bex asked as she walked up to the guy at the entrance. “That was interesting back there, huh?”