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</div><b>Name:</b>Victor Lundquist<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>Terrace --> Kitchen --> Pool area<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Black trunks<br/><br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Olivia Williams<br/><br/><b>Tagging:</b>Cassandra (<a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a>), OPEN TO ANYONE<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Victor just sat there as his brain went into overdrive, imagining every possible scenario he could think of, while he also listened to what Cassie was saying. He really appreciated her attempts to joke a bit despite the funeral mood, and offered her a small chuckle and a wry smile. It really did sound like Cassie was genuine about her concerns regarding Victor going home, and that was a comforting feeling amidst it all - that there were those who might actually feel sad if he left, even if they were few.<br/><br/>He frowned a little at the mention of Hans screwing Dom, since he hadn't known of it. Did she mean screw as in that he screwed her over somehow? Or that they "did it"? As intrigued as he was to find out, Cassie made an excellent point that maybe he should take care of business first. His lips parted as if to speak, but she spoke again and a warm smile came over his features and he looked over at her with an expression that radiated with gratitude for trying to make him feel better.<br/><br/>-"That sounds good.." he said softly, the smile lingering on his face for a moment while he looked down at a spot on the floor with a more serious expression.<br/><br/>-"And yes, I should probably go down there. I'm not going to try to make a case or try to manipulate people, but I should go find Rebeckah. I haven't talked to her since this morning.." he explained, and rose to his feet and looked down at the beautiful redhead.<br/><br/>-"Thanks for this. I'll see you around, yeah?" he said with a smile and then left the terrace, heading downstairs. He meant what he said, he was not going to try to manipulate people and how they'd vote if there was actually a vote happening, that would just be weak and pathetic and it would also be pretty obvious that he was doing just that if he'd actively be seeking people out and force the subject upon them immediately following the text. Nope, he'd just try to act normally based on the realizations he had had while watching Leon and Cassie fight before the text arrived. That way, he'd keep his ow self-respect at least and go out with his head held high if it was indeed the end for him.<br/><br/>He had no idea where Rebecka was at or what she was doing, and so he moved past the kitchen area and noticed some of the islanders sitting there, pausing briefly to see if he'd spot Rebeckah among them, and offering an upward nod at anyone who might have looked his way. He then proceeded over to the pool area, where for some reason he'd expect most people who weren't in the kitchen area would hang out. Little did he know, the Russian torpedo was out there somewhere hoping to bump into him again.