<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/kMDRQ6/muscular-metalhead.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>4 July, 2019 | Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Fire Pit - Recoupling Ceremony<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Mercenary 11 Dreams t-shirt (http://shop.mercenary.dk/54-thickbox_default/11-dreams-t-shirt-2015.jpg), camo-print cargo pants, boots, sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>It's a surprise!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa, Owen, Caroline | Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The wrench didn't come from the producers.<br/><br/>Just as everyone else, Devon had marched towards the Fire Pit and lined himself up. He listened to the instructions, and nodded as the producer reminded them all of the structure they were to follow. Interesting to Devon that the men had to voice their reasoning, yet the women had no such requirement on that first night. He imagined there was nothing subliminally conspiratorial about it, just that there was now an expectation for everyone to better know one another.<br/><br/>As Owen had stepped forward, he was expecting the muscular fellow to stick with Red. The two seemed to get along well enough, right? There was no reason for him to rock the boat and shake things up. For a brief moment, Devon's eyes met Elsa's through his shades, and he couldn't help but return a smile to her excited grin. He could feel his heartbeat increase just slightly, confirming that there was definitely a chemistry there. Yeah, he felt pretty secure in his choice.<br/><br/><strong>“And the girl I choose is Elsa.”</strong><br/><br/>Wait a minute.<br/><br/>Devon could not disguise the furrow of his brow as he glanced at Owen, followed by Red and Elsa. He had barely heard much of Owen's reasoning, not having listened, but it would seem that Devon wasn't the only fellow to have had a moment with the Swedish catch. His hands sunk into the pockets of his pants as he observed the situation. Given Elsa's depression last night, he was not at all shocked to find that she was excited and stunned to have been chosen so early and swiftly. Her self-esteem had taken a major hit, and no doubt she continued to worry that she'd be the one sent home on this night. Though he felt a tight grip on his gut, he could not blame the woman for her joy. He studied Red's response as well, curious how she'd respond to being spurned. Was she counting on sticking with Owen? Was she hoping on someone else selecting her? Did she already have her eyes on someone else?<br/><br/><em>Fuck me, it's like high school drama all over again,</em>he mentally sighed.<br/><br/>By time Elsa was sitting on the men's side she had looked to Devon, an expression of confusion on her face. No doubt that confusion permeated down into how she<em>should</em>feel. Nevertheless, he smiled at her and gave her a thumbs up. He didn't want her to feel guilty. He wanted her to feel like she was okay to be happy and sticking around.<br/><br/>To that end, Devon looked ahead, studying the remaining women. Grace was, obviously, not an option. He would never step on Corey's toes like that. The only reason he'd select her was if he suspected anyone else might try and separate Gilligan and Mary-Ann and it was the only good move to make. Grace was a sexy woman, to be sure, but she and James seemed to be pretty tightly knit. Unless James chose someone else, he wasn't too eager to be splitting any happy couples up. Devon hadn't really had a chance to interact with Rhonda, which was swiftly made moot since Logan selected her rather swiftly.<br/><br/>Which meant it came down to Red or Samantha.<br/><br/>Devon stepped forward as instructed, putting on his best smile as he scanned the remaining women over. The producer was off to the side, trying to make sure the metal head saw the prompted instructions. Instead, Devon turned to Caroline.<br/><br/>"You still off the table?" he grinned, raising his eyebrows. He knew the inevitable response from her, but for some reason hitting on Caroline helped ease his spirit enough. Enough so that the worst thing the producer could have done was wave his arms, jabbing at the cue card, a look of irritation on his face. Devon turned directly to the producer, raising a middle finger.<br/><br/>"Oh, fucking edit it out, fucker," he cursed and sighed. He shoved his hands back into his pockets as he scanned the line, the producer absolutely fuming to the side from Devon's indignation. The breeze picked up just then, warm, allowing his hair to billow slightly as he examined the whole line.<br/><br/>All he knew about Sam was her attempt to get between Grace and Corey. He couldn't blame her for that, given that she didn't have a partner at the time. That she had targeted Corey specifically indicated she might have far less superficial taste than some of the other women. On the other hand, Red had not only passed by Devon, but made a show of it. They had a brief talk about it, and on the whole she seemed cool, but Devon couldn't help but feel some unease...<br/><br/>Then again, he was uneasy about the whole situation. Elsa was the only woman he'd had a real moment with, and now she was off the table. Sure, the rules said that he could try to steal her from Owen. It's possible that sort of display of masculine competition would even be a turn on. Women were all about being fought over, right? Especially after feeling so alone and isolated. That didn't sit right, though. He didn't want to spread conflict like that.<br/><br/>Still, he had no spark with the rest of these women. Outside of this island, his choice would be to just go home and rip and tear some huge demon guts in DOOM, or shred some ridiculous licks on his guitar.<br/><br/>It was absolutely ridiculous, but there was only thing Devon could think to do.<br/><br/><em>Eeny, meenie, miney, moe...</em><br/><br/>His eyes bounced between the two women, and as he finished, it landed on...<br/><br/>"Whelp," he said, finally cutting what must have been an awkward and lengthy silence, "I can't say I'm choosing this girl for any profound or intimate reasons like the last two guys. In fact, there are more reasons<em>not</em>to choose her than there are to do so. But, given I've no choice but to select someone, this girl seems like my best bet for the time being. Besides, I'm big on second chances, so..."<br/><br/>Devon shrugged. "I choose Red."<br/><br/>There was another moment of silence.<br/><br/>"Oh, I mean, Cassandra." He nodded to the red head, and then turned to Caroline so she might finish this portion of the ceremony up.