<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/567887516154331152/584106902942908435/Screen_Shot_2019-05-31_at_3.51.41_PM.png?width=209&amp;height=300)[/img]</div><strong>Name:</strong>Owen Christopher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002076#msg15002076)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>32<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Hamilton, NZ<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 July, 2019, Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Light weight denim shirt, partially unbuttoned, white linen pants, brown leather sandals (https://imgur.com/lWslOYk)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cassandra Pendragon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa/Carolyn (mentioning)/Cassandra/Open<br/><br/><em> Remeber kid, one of those girls calls on you, you answer. Simple as that. Don’t let yourself get put in the fucking meat grinder on day fucking one. The whole country will think you’re some kind of tosser.</em><br/><br/>Over the years, Owen had learned to let most of what Marty said that wasn’t about a contract or an assignment go in one ear and out the other. But this was new territory, so the words echoed in his ear. Had a camera found him when Elsa chose Johnny, it would likely have captured a bit of frustration on his face.<br/><br/>He hadn’t stepped forward on Grace. On first impressions, she didn’t seem his type, and first impressions were all he had to go on. Elsa seemed more in line, and then she went a different direction, triggering the slightest bit of annoyance on his part. Owen wasn’t a womanizer, but, he sure didn’t have a lot of experience being a girl’s second (or worse) choice. He was a pro athlete, be it in a niche sport. That designation alone made it relatively easy for him to be the one in the position to do the choosing, not the other way around.<br/><br/>The pace of this was less rapid than the cameras allowed, with small breaks for the professionals setting and lighting taking a few minutes between contestant choices to reposition things. That left Owen just enough time to stew and recover from said stewing, realizing that it was still early in the process and that he had plenty of opportunity.<br/><br/>He didn’t have to wait long.<br/><br/>Cassandra took to him, the tall redhead essentially letting him off the hook by offering her heart to him. He wasn’t blind though-he’d seen her eyes fixing on another contestant as she approached the group of men. His eyebrows raised a bit when she presented him with her heart, as he’d already resigned himself to another round of meat-market-style nonsense based on the path she was cutting across the patio.<br/><br/>He recovered quickly, a smile curling the corners of his mouth as he took the symbol from her and accepted the offered kisses. As she turned in front of him, the taller, larger man placed a hand on her shoulder and bowed his head to whisper, his New Zealand accent a bit heavy “Happy to take care of that, Cassandra. Thanks for thinking me worthy of your company.” He did his best to keep his grip light, hoping to let her know that he was there and not planning to bail for someone else, but not make her feel like he was trying to take possession of her.<br/><br/>Owen looked back up, the heart in one hand, Cassandra’s shoulder in the other. He smiled at Carolyn and nodded, mouthing that he was good to go. He meant it.<br/><br/>