<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Candidate Name: May Watanabe<br/><br/>(http://i47.tinypic.com/qqq39t.jpg)<br/><br/>Nationality: Japanese/American<br/>Age: 26<br/>Colour: Black<br/>Status: Active</span></span></div><br/>May was already leaning out of the helicopter, her hands holding the sides of the open door. It would prove to be convenient for what the crew had in mind. "Wow, this place is gorgeous! Don't really look forward to having to survive in an itsy bitsy teeny weeny bikini though. Probably going to burn to a crisp. So, when is tribal council? Where is the first activity? Oh! Hey, are you going to pin a microphone on me or somet-AH!"<br/><br/>She was cut off as she was crudely shoved out of the chopper, her arms pinwheeling as she flailed about in panic and surprise. May hit the water with a loud splash, but rose to the surface moments later, treading water. She sputtered, pushed her hair out of her face and shouted, "You could've warned me! God, all people in Hollywood are so rude!" She glared daggers at the retreating helicopter, then turned to watch three more soar away from the island. Crew? Or more contestants? She was certainly the only one here at the moment.<br/><br/>After swimming to the beach, May adjusted her little bikini and pushed her hair back again with a little sigh. She bounced on her toes and clapped her hands together once, something she did when she was trying to get herself pumped up. It made her rack bounce quite enticingly, though. Good for the audience at home. "Okay, May, thing to do number one; stop talking in the third person. Check. Thing to do number two; find fresh water. Sea water will kill you. Thing to do number three; find shelter, as being eaten by island predators will kill you. Thing to do number four; find food, because starving to death makes for a lousy time." She bobbed her head and set off, heading in the direction of the lush trees.