<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</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>3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Sexy little number as pictured, sans hat.  (https://thumbs.gfycat.com/WarlikeMilkyCony-size_restricted.gif)Black sandals.<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one #SingleAF<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Grace | Open<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Delaney made her introduction like she made her sandwich. It had far too much mustard and it was hardly a work of art, but it was genuine.<br/><br/>“So, for what it’s worth…I think we all thought we were doing okay...and then…”<br/><br/>With her sandwich in one hand she made the universal sign for explosion, complete with sound effects. Somehow it seemed to drive the point home. She felt for Grace, and the rest of them. There was nothing about this situation that encouraged healthy, productive emotional responses. It was all pressure, all the time.<br/><br/>“At first I thought Logan was interested…..then he wasn’t...then he kissed me in the competition...then the world unraveled when Mark kissed Rhonda, and not to put too fine a point on it, everything is fucked.”<br/><br/>She laughed and shrugged.<br/><br/>“None of this would matter on the outside...none of this would even happen on the outside, really.”<br/><br/>Nevermind what everyone on the outside thought about it. If they concerned themselves with that it was only going to increase the mayhem exponentially.<br/><br/>“They put us in these situations on purpose...situations where they max the pressure, shake things up...then stand back and wait for it to explode. I think we’ve all reacted in ways we wouldn’t otherwise…said things...and felt things that we wouldn’t under any other circumstances.”<br/><br/>She smiled softly and leaned against the counter. As she took the first bite of her sandwich, she mulled it over.<br/><br/>“All we can do is try to work things out amongst ourselves, you know? If something that someone said is just wearing you down, maybe just approach them about it?”<br/><br/>Given the context it was an utterly simplistic approach. Perhaps it was even made from a place of slight ignorance about how spectacularly terrible the first interaction had been, but Delaney was nothing if not direct.<br/><br/>“I wouldn’t worry about what the public thinks, not just now.” the soft smile tilted slightly, she understood the struggle all too well. “We need to worry about us in here...and hell or high water find ways to live in close quarters without wanting to throttle each other.”<br/><br/>Speak of the devil and he shall come.<br/><br/>For beers.<br/><br/>Delaney briefly but politely caught Mark’s gaze but she took a sizable bite of her sandwich rather than say anything. A brief silence settled over the kitchen as she turned her attention back to Grace and he made his way back to where he and JJ were chatting.<br/><br/>“It’s a tough situation.”<br/>