<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9f0bU30.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Mina, Nevada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 July, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This Burgundy Dress,  (https://i.imgur.com/4x0SkZl.jpg)these heels,  (https://i.imgur.com/kjfHi0A.jpg)this citrine necklace. (https://i.imgur.com/3gmDG6Y.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one #SingleAF<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All you beautiful people!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Delaney had never really been sure of her decision to join Love Island, but had surrendered to the momentum of it when she’d learned of her inclusion. It’d be fun. A pleasant little vacation. A way to meet attractive, available men and capture their unwitting hearts with her finely honed feminine wiles…<br/><br/>She laughed softly. Not bloody likely, that last. Finely honed, indeed. More likely rusty as hell.<br/><br/>She still thought it would be fun, though getting picked up at the airport in what sincerely appeared to be a rental car driven by a local cabbie raised her newly waxed eyebrows. She wasn’t offended. She’d ridden in far worse conveyances in far less civilized places. But she had imagined a show of this magnitude to be a little more… lavish?<br/><br/>Ah well. It was in her nature to make the best of an imperfect situation. She smiled broadly at the driver, a twinkle in her eye as she saw it charm him. The male gaze that showed appreciation of beauty was nearly universal, in her experience, and it was no different here.<br/><br/>“How long to the villa, Senor…” she said as she fished for his name.<br/><br/>“Sandoval,” he said gruffly, trying very hard to be as handsome as possible,  “Herman Sandoval, Senorita. And maybe thirty minutes with any other driver. Twenty five for me.”<br/><br/>“AIR-mahn,” she said slowly. “You’re a godsend. Step on it!”<br/><br/>Sandoval may not have known the phrase, but he clearly understood its intent. He peeled out of the airport parking lot like the Devil himself was after them. After a few minutes of stark terror, both for herself and the local sheep who were often grazing close to the road, Delaney actually started to enjoy herself. Their headlong dash toward the villa was actually sort of thrilling in a “fear for your life” sort of way.<br/><br/>But by necessity such a drive is short. And in what seemed like only a few minutes Herman was pulling the car into the long drive leading to the villa. Delaney fanned herself as the car approached two people, a man and a woman, standing outside the villa apparently waiting for her, and a camera-woman close by.<br/><br/>“Herman, that might just have been the most thrilling car ride I’ve ever had. I bet you do that for all the girls!”<br/><br/>He shrugged and laughed.<br/><br/>“Nah nah nah, Senorita, only for the prettiest ones!”<br/><br/>She chuckled as she got out of the car.<br/><br/>“You old charmer.  Have a great day, Herman!”<br/><br/>He waved back and Delaney turned to find the woman approaching her and offering her hand.<br/><br/>“Miss Clarke. Welcome to Love Island.  If you’ll follow me?”<br/><br/>Delaney shook the woman’s hand and out of the corner of her eye noted that her male colleague had… roving eyes. Rather, his eyes were not so much roving as nestled securely in her cleavage.<br/><br/>She stopped following the woman and trained her icy blue eyes on the man, waiting for him to recognize his boorishness and feel much shame. To his credit, he did seem capable of the former, though the latter seemed to escape him. When caught out, he simply gave her a knowing smile, a casual shrug and a sly wink.<br/><br/>When his colleague turned around to see what the hold up was, her only obvious acknowledgment of the situation was a tightening around her lips. Delaney was left with the impression that this was a longstanding issue between the two of them… and one clearly unresolved.<br/><br/>She was used to dealing with such behavior though, in the mines. By the time she literally moved past the man, who was the infamous casting director, she’d already figuratively done so as well. Guys like that weren’t worth wasting much of her precious time on.<br/><br/>Nothing more was said until she was brought into a large, airy room filled with white lacquer and tall windows. On a couch near the center sat a frankly gorgeous man, tatted heavily, watching what appeared to be an iPad. She didn’t have much time to appreciate him, however, as the female shoved another of the devices into her hands.<br/><br/>“You can watch the other Islanders’ interview videos while you wait,” she said to Delaney.  “Don’t waste a lot of time. You’re probably up pretty soon.”<br/>And with that, both she and her colleague stalked off, leaving her alone in the room with the tatted beefcake.<br/><br/>While she wouldn’t have minded some time to flirt, she was also the kind of person to take instruction seriously. Particularly when it came to games. She’d known people who were more competitive than she was… but not many. She was here for fun and games… but fun and games were much more fun when you won them.<br/><br/>She powered through the interviews, noting absently which of the men were interesting enough for her to approach and which just seemed like a waste of time. She gave a low whistle at some of the beautiful women as well. Her competition was going to be stiff.<br/><br/>As it turned out, she’d been given good advice. It wasn’t more than a minute after she finished the videos that the two execs came back in.<br/>“Let’s go, you two,” the lady barked. “Time to shake things up.”<br/><br/>Delaney took a deep breath, plastered on her best smile, and walked out into the backyard hoping that the next few weeks of her life would be interesting, if not romantic.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">New Arrival Intro</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/1v3opmf.jpg?1)(https://i.imgur.com/Yw646jA.jpg?1)(https://i.imgur.com/Hk4sYwK.jpg?1)<br/><br/>(https://data.whicdn.com/images/262118023/original.gif)<br/><br/><strong>Give us your name and tell us what you do.</strong><br/><br/>My name is Delany Clarke.  I am the Senior Geologist at a mining company based in the U.S.<br/><br/><strong>Tell us what you're planning to do in the villa. What are you looking for out of this experience?</strong><br/><br/>Honestly, I’m here to enjoy myself.  I have good friends and other people who care about me that have hounded me for at least a couple years to take a vacation.  Relax a bit.  Thinking about something other than my work.  I’m here for them, but I’m also here for me.  I’m just going to be myself and hopefully I’ll find someone to get close to.  Who knows… maybe even more than one someone.<br/><br/></div></div><br/></div>