<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)</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>Cassandra/Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Accepting Cassandra’s token, and her offer of pairing up essentially gave Owen a pass to zone out for the rest of the coupling ceremony. Certainly there were still attractive women being put on the spot to select their partners, but Owen didn’t see the point of putting his connection with the redhead at risk.<br/><br/>Besides, she was tall, lithe, and seemed at least willing to give him a chance. Whether that was a function of the game or a genuine interest, he’d have to suss that out at the earliest. Marty had been pretty clear with him about the ‘game’ aspect of all of this, reminding him that after some of the initial get-to-know-yous, everyone was going to be doing at least a little angling for how they could get either a step closer to the $50k, or get another week of big media exposure.<br/><br/>Of course, Marty was also a thrice-divorced fucking cynic.<br/><br/>Owen’s mind had drifted off to this place, back on the mainland, when Caroline’s announcement of the new arrivals brought him back. What Cassandra had going through her head, Owen gave voice to, softly, just loud enough for the necklace on his chest to pick up, “The fuck is this then?” he could be heard saying as the two new contestants strode out on the patio. All of the eyeballs were on the new arrivals, and Owen’s quickly appraised the new male competitor.<br/><br/><em>Another greasy, tattoo’d twat</em>, he mused,<em>they should do a show on what all that ink looks like when the skin starts sagging every which way in 20 or 25 years.</em><br/><br/>His lips curled into a smile at the mention of food. Nerves had kept him from eating a decent lunch-something he hadn’t experienced since the day of his first pro match.<strong>“Food? I can definitely eat,” </strong>he said as he let Cassie take his hand and lead. He was going to let the ‘Hulk’ thing go for now, though he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. It wasn’t the time or the place to figure out the genesis of that one. There was a lot to figure out about the redhead. She was lovely no doubt, and if nothing else, she seemed to take to him on first look. What that meant beyond that, he wasn't sure of.<br/><br/>The spread was no doubt impressive. Mindful of the fact that he wanted to eat as well as he could while he was there, Owen fixed himself up a taco with chicken and a small steak fajita, though he was careful with the peppers, just to be safe. From the end of the table, he grabbed a tall bottle of water. For the first night, he wasn’t terribly interested in discovering what alcohol was on offer. Between the heat and the production lights, he could feel his body telling him that it was time for some water.<br/><br/>Cassandra had to let go of his hand to fill and carry her own plate, which led to them walking side-by-side down the steps to the poolside. Owen took the lead there, motioning over towards a pair of chairs on either side of a small table big enough to hold their dishes and drinks.<br/><br/><strong>“Right, so, this is exciting, isn’t it?”</strong>he said as they sat down.<strong> “Looks like things are going to move pretty quickly around here. Looks right like a resort, but not much like a vacation, huh?”</strong><br/>