<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/MN8BkGh/devon-daniels-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Daniels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007879#msg15007879)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York City<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>July 3rd, 2019 | Late AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Villa's Competition Area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black T-Shirt with Kiuas Spirit of Ukko album art (https://www.soundi.fi/wp-content/uploads/old/soundi/record_review/Kiuas_The+Spirit+Of+Ukko_1652.jpg), Sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), Jeans, Black leather belt, Boots<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cleo Balleta<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Logan | All | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Trying to remain mentally checked in was... difficult, to say the least. All he could think about now was everyone watching, what must be running through their minds. His parents and siblings probably wouldn't know, but the crew at Thrashers certainly would figure it out. The only thing that relieved him was the fact that this wasn't live, and that they could edit in his diary room entry right after the secret reveal. So while he still had to suffer through the rest of the competition, they'd get their immediate answer. His assurance that it wasn't her fault.<br/><br/>She'd get that assurance.<br/><br/>He blinked as James had kissed Cleo, trying to remember what the secret was. Looking at the props, he quirked an eyebrow at the XXX scrawled across the fake video. Wait, did he think she did porno? ...did she seem the sort to do a porno? As Caroline read the secret off, it turned out... she'd done a porno! Huh. He looked over at her, a finger tapping to his lips in a contemplative "I never would have guessed" expression. It was the best he could give right now, and his attempt at a reassuring smile appeared as half-hearted as he no doubt felt. Still, he'd actually known a girl trying to make money off of PornHub, and others that loved to be recorded. While he was kind of surprised to hear about it from Cleo, it wasn't about to shatter his whole world. He'd ask her about it later, but... after he was sure to be fun and teasing about it. To make sure she didn't feel bad about the secret coming out into the open like that. She shouldn't be ashamed, after all.<br/><br/>After that it was... absurd. Even the most exhibitionist of the women hadn't gotten as bizarrely over-the-top as the men did. This JJ fellow was five seconds away from ripping off<em>someone's</em>shirt -- whether it was his or Elsa's he wasn't sure -- and to what end Devon couldn't tell. Was he trying to prove something? Then came Lumberjack over there, who... fucking nearly pulled off a God damn assault right on camera. His eyebrow quirked as he watched the demonstration, wondering if there was some idiot frat boy need to be the most aggressive kisser. "Ugh ugh. Me trogloman. Me bash woman over head with club. Drag back to cave. Make the snu snu."<br/><br/>With personalities like these Devon was becoming more certain that he was on the "rejects" list of this whole project right up until he confessed his own secret. No doubt some producer's eyebrows perked, pulling a handkerchief from their pocket to wipe the sudden over-abundance of saliva from their mouth.<br/><br/>He was still staring ahead with disinterest... until he caught that one sentence.<br/><br/>"<em>All in fun right… mate?</em>”<br/><br/>Devon turned, his brow furrowed in confusion, seeing Mark directly addressing Logan... who was taking that caveman display awfully personally.<br/><br/>Jesus fucking Christ.<br/><br/>Devon pushed past the others, catching up to Logan's pace, his palm immediately spreading over the man's chest as he stood beside him, yet ready to stand between and carry the man off if he needed to.<br/><br/>"Yo, calm down, man," he said, checking back to glance at Mark. "Dude just showed his colors, right?" Of course, Devon didn't know if he had or not. He didn't know Mark from Adam, though given the behavior up to this point... man, if it weren't for Gilligan,<em>he</em>might be ready to knock everyone's block off by this point. "They all saw it, too. They know what's up."<br/><br/>That's what it came down to. These issues usually boiled down to wounded pride, so you had to offer a way to salvage pride. It seemed to work for now, as Logan took a step back. Devon didn't know if his words were heard, but it seemed to for the time being. Nevertheless, he stood himself between Logan and Mark from then on, glancing to Owen to see if the larger man was positioned to also intervene if need be.<br/><br/>Once things had calmed down, he sighed and shook his head. "What the fuck?" he whispered quietly. At least his secret was the fault of the producers. What the Hell was this shit? Were these guys really so willing to let themselves get played by the fact that they were on camera? What the Hell?<br/><br/>...........<br/><br/>"Oh what the<em>Hell?</em>" Devon groaned as Logan proceeded to step on Mark's hat, only to toss it over the man's head. Devon's nostrils flared and he shook his head.<br/><br/>Maybe he ought to let them knock each other's blocks off. If this was how it was going to be, better for everyone that they were out and two other dudes were in.<br/><br/>That said, hearing it was Corey's turn did bring a smile to his face. "Good luck, Gilligan," he said with a smile and a nod. Of course, then the secret was read... and while he was not in the mood to give as much of a laugh as he would have, it got his eyebrows to raise and a genuine smile on his face.<br/><br/>"Someone's new name is Glitter-Vag," he said softly. He then began to chuckle to himself.<br/><br/>Okay. Maybe this could be salvaged after all.