<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/bb62-2016/02/14/criminal-damage-navyblack-nep-t-shirt-product-2-556257935-normal.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jasper Jameson (JJ) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15018215#msg15018215)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York, NY<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Poolside in the Villa/Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/bb62-2016/02/14/criminal-damage-navyblack-nep-t-shirt-product-2-556257935-normal.jpeg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mark | Grace<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"Well, that was some crazy shit,"</em>JJ thought as he grabbed his shades and found a spot by the pool to unwind.  On some level he had known what kind of drama this show produced.  He'd binged it before getting here, after all.  But it was one thing to watch something on TV and another to experience it.  When he was part of the audience, he remembered scoffing at the emotional wrecks the people on the show became from time to time.  It all felt so... manufactured.<br/><br/>But that was before he was part of it.  That was before he got thrown into the deep end of the pool by the producers just to see if he would knock people out while he flailed to safety or whether he'd be able to swim confidently to shore.  He sighed, suspecting that the truth was somewhere between the two extremes, as truth normally is. JJ knew he'd made some missteps.  Hopefully not too many.<br/><br/>Out of the corner of his eye he noted Grizzly Hipster... no, Mark... his name was Mark... start working out with the weighted jump ropes.  Dude seemed pretty fit, but he was working himself hard.  Maybe the guy was trying to exorcise as much as exercise.  JJ didn't know all the context, but from his vantage point the competition looked brutal for the guy.  He obviously had serious beef with Logan and his kiss with Rhonda seemed... strained.  JJ considered himself a student of human behavior and he was fairly sure that the guy felt horrible for misjudging the kiss.  Judging by how hard he was working out...<br/><br/>Yeah, not his problem.  He had his own fish to fry, namely a very serious decision to make about who he wanted to couple up with in the next ceremony.  For the next fifteen minutes or so he ran over every permutation he could think of... contingencies... strategies.  At the end he thought he had a pretty good idea who he wanted to invite.<br/><br/>When he brought his attention back to the Villa at large, he noticed that Mark was still going at it.  Hard.  JJ's brow furrowed.  He could see the sweat pouring off the guy... looked up at the midday Spanish sun... pursed his lips.<br/><br/>No.  Not his problem.  JJ scowled... but couldn't stop watching him.  There was rage there.  Or maybe it was self-loathing.  In his experience the only people who worked that hard for that long hated themselves or hated someone else.  That sort of workout was intended as a sinkhole to throw your inner pain into.  He'd seen it plenty of times in the gym.<br/><br/>After another ten minutes or so, JJ was starting to get concerned that the guy was going to work himself into a case of heat exhaustion.  He got up, went to the kitchen, retrieved two bottles of beer and a bottle of cold water and walked over to Mark.  He stood there for a couple more minutes, ignored, until he caught Mark's eye and held up the water.<br/><br/><strong>"Show's over, Hercules.  Come on.  Hydrate.  Get out of the sun.  Have a beer with me."</strong>