<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/6wfqtS5/devon-daniels-7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Daniels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007879#msg15007879)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York City<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019 | Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bedroom to Gym Area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Workout shorts, Ride the Lightning (https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f4/Ridetl.png) t-shirt with the sleeves cut off<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cleo Balleta<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa, Cassandra| Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Devon wasn't actually sure he had gotten any sleep at all last night. He must have, because the light went from total darkness to a dull grey in no time at all, before suddenly there was light assaulting his eyelids and the shifting of others about. Perhaps it was laying in a strange new bed, or perhaps it was in various states of entanglement with the Filipino woman with which he shared that bed. Even as casual as Devon was with relationships, he had to admit that sharing a bed with a woman you just met in this manner was... unusual. He'd had one-night stands in the past, but nothing of the sort happened. This was... unusual, a farcical imitation of a relationship thrown together in a room where everyone shared a bed in a public space.<br/><br/>For a brief moment last night Devon had begun to question his purpose on this show, but it was his conversation and swim with Cleo beside him that caused him to loosen back up. He wasn't typically one to let his brain become congested with depressing bullshit, but he was most certainly out of his element here. He'd gotten so used to having a comfortable, close-knit community of like-minded people in New York that he found it easy to ignore the likes of which he was now surrounded. Instinctively he had felt the desire to withdraw, but Cleo was cool enough that he had no problem speaking his mind honestly. He didn't know if he'd have any chance in this "game", but at the very least the first night wasn't a total bust.<br/><br/>Regardless, it was clear Devon wouldn't be getting much in the way of sleep the rest of this morning. He sat upright, almost like Dracula from his slumber, watching as some of the others seemed to be preparing to take off. Talk of texts, breakfasts, and... nice thong, Whoo girl. He blinked for a bit, allowing the slumber to clear from his mind as much as it did his eyes. He was wearing a simple black pair of lounge pants, his typical sleepwear, otherwise shirtless.<br/><br/>He needed to work out. Endorphins running through your arms as your shredded that muscle with weights was the best way to ensure the villa's local metalhead remained true to his roots and provided his friends back home a show. He shifted himself free of the bed and any limbs Cleo had attached to him, crouching down to pull open the drawers in the bed's bottom that he had placed his clothing inside. A pair of boxers, some workout shorts, and his sleeveless Ride the Lightning shirt were perfect for a workout. He had to wait for a moment in which the bathroom was free, but that only allowed his brain a moment more to get its motor running. "'Sup," he commented to the man who stepped out, not really alert enough to register which name or nickname it was that stepped out. He swiftly assembled his clothing of choice, returning only to place his sleepwear in a drawer he was dedicating towards laundry. How was laundry supposed to work, again? Whatever, such things could wait until after the workout, shower, and breakfast.<br/><br/>Bare feet carried him from the bedroom to the Villa's back yard, his arms stretching out on the way there. It looked like Whoo Thong was already by the gym area, as well as... ah, Red.<br/><br/>He approached the little corner of the Villa's back yard, opening the shed door to check what sort of equipment was available. He spotted a doorbar (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61Uq4e3lXaL._SX466_.jpg), grabbing it and stepping from the shed. He looked around, but there didn't really seem a place in the immediate vicinity that it was intended to be placed. Well, aside from the shed itself. He placed the door bar down, stepping towards the two girls as they spoke, crossing one arm over his chest as he continued his stretches.<br/><br/>"Either of you gonna need anything from the little shed there?" he asked, only now noticing that Elsa even dressed to impress when exercising. "I was gonna use that doorbar but it'll probably block any access while I'm using it."