<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 Back Yard -> Villa Competition Area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Blue-plaid boxer shorts, then 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>None<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa & River | Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Devon was tugged gently to consciousness as the lovely blonde had slipped her warm, smooth flesh away from his own. It was only momentary, however, as the weight of sleepiness kept his eyes shut, forcing him to roll over, arm lashing out as if to grab the fleeing woman, only to fall asleep the moment his limb crashed onto the makeshift bedding. Nothing could keep him slumbering once the synthetic beats of pop music began to echo throughout the entire Villa. At first he groaned, grabbing a pillow and pulling it over his head. As the song wore on, however, he realized that there was something else going on. There was a song yesterday, too. Indicative of a competition. Right.<br/><br/>Right, the competition.<br/><br/>Pushing the pillow away, bleary-eyed Devon looked up with an expectation for Cleo with blonde hair to be beside him. It took a moment for his brain to dissemble and reassemble his memories. Cleo was gone now. It was Elsa that he'd slept beside, a lovely and fit young woman that he had slept beside, and certainly had been tempted to do more with.<br/><br/>He blinked, his mind incapable of forming words at the moment. Only feelings, and a rare feeling of hesitation and uncertainty. Sitting up, he looked around the back yard of the Villa, eyes putting the currently empty environment into focus. He could tell that the work out area had been used recently, but wasn't quite able to tell where anyone was. Given the absence of Elsa and her dedication to fitness, he had no doubt she'd awoken early and began to work herself out. Guess he was going easy this morning.<br/><br/>Standing up, arms stretching high above his head, maw opening to yawn mightily, he began to walk through the imitation grass towards the Villa, where he spotted Elsa sitting with a young woman with black hair.<em>Who had black hair?</em>There must have been someone. He was just too sleepy to recall. As he approached the couple, his mind suddenly began to roll through all the rules of etiquette that typically applied when you slept beside a woman, but none of it seemed right. It either seemed too comfortable or close or not comfortable enough.<em>Fuck me, since when did I overthink things like this?</em>He didn't know, but between his lack of desire to hurt others and the emotional pressure cooker that this whole island was, he wasn't even sure what was the correct gesture anymore.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, he enjoyed her company, and she certainly enjoyed his own.<br/><br/>"Wassup?" he asked briefly, resting a hand on Elsa's shoulder. "Sounds like there's another competition." He looked down to her with a sleepy smile. "I'll catch up with you after, yeah?" He couldn't tell if her response was a positive one or negative. Slumber was still pulling at his mind and eyelids. He could only hope his actions weren't going to cause her to overthink. That was always the advice he had given kids like Corey, right? Don't overthink, just act. Say how you feel, do as you want. But that worked a lot better when you were on the same level as the other person, had the same expectations and desires. Devon didn't know where he stood or what he wanted.<br/><br/>He went through the standard morning motions, collecting clothing, getting in the shower, and allowing the water to awaken his senses. Doing his best to follow his own advice, he tried not to think too much on the night prior or his own feelings. The very thought would only cause him to change how he felt, right? Too many questions, and not enough answers he could provide, so what's the point? So he showered, dressed, slipped his shades on and pocketed his phone before descending down to the competition area.<br/><br/>Just as the day prior, he lined up, hands behind his back, and listened to the instructions offered by the ever good-looking Caroline. He stepped up to his "treasure chest", chuckling before putting on a false grimace. "The color of<em>blooood</em>," he quietly growled, hand lifting up as if to hold a still-beating heart in his hand. The expression swiftly melted into another chuckle as he crouched down, looking towards the blackboard. Math was never his strongest subject, but he doubted they'd pull some calculus up there for the different contestants to work out. The curtain was removed, and... three separate equations were scrawled out.<br/><br/>Devon lowered his shades, making sure he was reading it right.<em>How late was it when I went down with Elsa?</em>he thought to himself, reading the demands of his equation. His mind was brought to all those old sci-fi films like Logan's Run, or to the book 1984. Dystopian societies where you are as the authority tells you to be, where your every movement and action is heavily monitored. His wonderful evening with the blonde suddenly felt... public? No. This felt like some twisted mind game, a manipulation.<em>How well do you know your <strong>new</strong> partner?</em>There was some implication here, not necessarily on the show's intentions in<em>this</em>moment, but in the entirety of this place. A real Truman Show vibe.<br/><br/>"Fuck this place," he whispered quietly. Between his secret yesterday and the obvious voyeuristic nature of the show's producers, he was just losing his interest in the whole thing. Sighing heavily, he studied the board, and began to run the mental calculations. She looked young, too young to be nearing her 30's. However, she was clearly old enough to drink. Her secret also indicated her first sexual experience was early in College, and she herself noted the night prior she had only gotten serious a few years prior. So, she had enough time to experiment in early College before getting serious.<br/><br/>"...fuck it," he sighed. He'd start with twenty-five and work backwards.<em>Twenty-eight times twenty-five... so forty, carry the four...</em>His mind began to work the numbers, then experiment with the solution. Nope. He paused to do a mental recount, making sure he had it the first time before he swapped down to twenty-four. Another count in his head, and... there. He opened the chest, withdrawing the pieces and walking them to his podium...<em>of bloooooood!</em>He couldn't suppress his smirk to himself as he began to wish he wore his Ghost or Powerwolf t-shirt, something a bit more fitting for such an altar. Rearranging the pieces wasn't a problem, as he played such browser-based games during high school in his computer classes or in some of the video games he'd play on occasion. Still, the math gave him enough trouble that by time he was finished, both Owen and Logan had announced their completion.<br/><br/>"Done here, too," he nodded, lifting an arm up.<br/><br/>He looked around at the other fellows gathered, and began to feel... well, he didn't feel worried about much, actually. The number of players that had stepped in and out of this had actually made things simple. Aside from JJ and Devon, the other gentlemen were already coupled, and none of them had any real incentive to choose someone else. So really, it came down to whether Devon would choose Elsa or Sam.<br/><br/><em>The producers can't let it get boring, though,</em>Devon warned himself.<em>There's got to be some wrench about to be thrown into the gears of this whole thing.</em>