<strong></strong><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/57/29/9a/57299a7cdac719dd3185308b2f246aa0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20 yrs old<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Atlanta, GA, USA<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3, July 2019<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Diary Room —-> backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See picture<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>James Harding<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>River, Grace, Sam, Elsa, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Gwen knew they were all supposed to drop in the diary room often to either vent, or comment on how things were going for them thus far. She had been there a couple days now and was just this moment ready to talk to the camera about how things were going. It was going to be quite odd though she used to keep a diary/journal when she was younger so she supposed this was similar though vocal. Opening the door to the room, Gwen peeks in first to make sure no one else is there. Once it was obvious she was in the clear, she made her way over to the chair and curled her legs up under her getting comfortable.<br/><br/><strong>“Soooo... this place is amazing and the other islanders seem nice enough. Though I’ve only gotten to chat with a few briefly. James on the other hand...”</strong>. She paused and couldn’t wipe the smile off as she thought of him, “..<strong>I supposed you can say I like him. Like a lot. But its too early in these days to say much more than I .. how did she phrase it...</strong>” she thought about her friends back in London and bit her lower lip...”<strong> .. ah hah! Fancy.. that’s the word. I don’’t quite understand why someone would ‘fancy’ someone else. I mean who comes up with this stuff? “<br/></strong><br/>And there she went rambling again as she usually could be found doing when she gets a bit nervous.<br/><br/><strong>“Where was I? Oh yeah.. James. He’s pretty special. I’m looking forward to how its going to go with us. I think he likes me just the same but then as I said before its pretty new for anything and then there’s all the head chatter he must have about his wife and how she might react to him being close to me. I’m sure it’ll all be okay.”</strong><br/><br/>With a soft sigh, a smile to match and slow steps she exited the diary room then leaned against a wall just outside of it.<br/><br/><div align="center"> * * * * * * * *</div><br/>She heard a good bit of chattering and headed in that direction. it was as good a time as any to hang out with the girls while the guys are all gone out. Spotting them she recognized all but one face and couldn’t remember names at all. She just headed over toward them and found a place to sit and wait to introduce herself hoping it was okay to be there.  Asking in her sweet southern drawl she felt almost immediately that she sat down in the middle of something.<br/><br/><strong>’Mind if I join y’all?”<strong><br/></strong></strong>