<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://hiphopenquirer.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/Robert-Christopher-Riley-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Harlan Graves (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15019085#msg15019085)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>ATL<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>5 July, 2019 | Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Backyard, bedroom, bathroom, then kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See Pic (Description)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>None<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Jon, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>There was something to be said for early mornings.  He could already smell the surf from here.  Yeah it would have been best to be working out, but seems he would have to get to that later.<br/><br/>This place was nothing short of amazing and amusing.  He chuckled to himself at the thought of playing up to the camera.  He saw Caroline saying they would be the new boys joining.  He had seen the play-by-play up to this moment considering he knew how to play games both on and off the field, he hated going into anything blind.  He moved his mind around to those that he remember were there, those coupled, those not.  Those that were boo’d up and the opportunity to make moves that would put him into a more winning position.  He was who he was and he hated to lose.<br/><br/>He was in a grey pullover his baseball cap off to the slightly left and his jeans that were pressed almost starched hard to a sharp point of his crease.  The red nikes were tightly laced so that he could always walk comfortably or run if need be.<br/><br/>He noticed the man near him and arched an eyebrow at his excitement.  It was humorous to him, he watched as he was careful.  He moved to shake his hand briefly. “Harlan.”  His own sunglasses hung to his shirt.<br/><br/>“I don’t…”  He tried to stop him but he shrugged and waited.  He had only one bag but he had everything in it that he was allowed to bring.<br/><br/>Harlan could only walk in behind him after a few moments, he would have to find his place and a bed.  He found himself looking over the competition as he passed by to the side room, he dropped off his bag there.   He would be back for his it later, for the moment he went to the kitchen for now, if nothing else he could get something to eat.<br/><br/>He watched the man Jon cook.  “You normally do this?”  Seems there were others that knew their way around a kitchen.  Seems some of his own charm might wear off but nonetheless he had to access the competition.  That was what this was after all.<br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Harlan Intro- Stepping on the stage</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://loopnewslive.blob.core.windows.net/liveimage/sites/default/files/LGc2mQ9CPs.jpg)(https://www.caribbeannationalweekly.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/SEPT-23-CNW-NEWS-Christopher-Rob-Riley.jpg)(https://www.sheenmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/rob-riley.jpg)(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/580200602195505153/jnQCE5Tc_400x400.jpg)<br/> <br/><strong><em>“Give us your name and tell us what you do.”</em></strong><br/> <br/>“Harlen Graves, HG to those that know me Alexander to my peeps. Lex to those that know me well!”<br/> <br/>“What do I?” There was a brief pause, but the answer was unwavering and clearly not scripted. “…whatevas necessary to make ends meet! But currently, I am the lead trainer for the Atlanta Falcons.” He ran his hand down his face rather relaxed almost like a pause in his thoughts.<br/> <br/><em><strong>“Tell us what you’re planning to do in the villa. What are you looking for from this experience?”</strong></em><br/><br/>A sly smile etches his rugged face. “I plan on shaking a few things up and walking home a winner. Mostly here for the experience, I am who I am, being on TV won’t phase me. I will make the most of it, I realize where we are and this is supposed to still be…a good time.”<br/><br/>He then looks at the camera. “Gonna see you all real soon!” He licks his thick lips, letting his tongue linger a bit longer as if he was licking candy. Then steeples his hands looking at the camera with a smoldering stare as if plotting something deeply.<br/></div></div></div>