Love Island ♡ [The Villa]
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				Title: <strong>Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>06-08-2019, 20:33:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 25pt;" class="bbc_size">💜 ꒒ꄲ꒦ꏂ ꒐ꇙ꒒ꋬꋊ꒯ 💜</span></strong><br><br><em>This is where all IC posts for the Love Island game will go, as long as those scenes and posts take place within the property of the villa.</em><br><br>Playable dates are: Tuesday, 2 July 2019 through Friday, 5 July 2019 all day.</div><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Inside the Villa</span></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(https://cdn.itv.com/uploads/editor/x-vXONkN_AekuaJvuUKx2KYn712d7LO-7pfF_91JSxs.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Interior</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-3.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">The Bedroom - Yes, that's right. It's just one massive bedroom filled with seven King sized beds. Each bed fits into a frame that has dresser drawers built into the end. This means that each couple has to share the space for their clothes and other belongings. Consequently, when and if a couple swaps, they might need to move their belongings along with them. There is no rule that forces couples to sleep in the same bed every night. Though it is expected, if a couple is having an argument and one islander wishes to sleep outside or on the couch, that is perfectly acceptable. <br><br>Aside from the beds, the other massive thing in the bedroom is the window. The entire back wall is a window with a sliding glass door that opens up to a balcony. From the balcony, islanders can see what is happening on the lawn outside, in the backyard. This is where the islanders will be instructed to stand when and if the newcomers start arriving, to mix things up a bit and throw the cast off balance. The curtains that hang over the window are nearly sheer, which means when the sun starts to rise, those rays will shine inside and likely wake up the islanders. This is done with the intention of keeping every islander on a similar schedule. <br><br>The bedroom is located upstairs, and it is just off the staircase, to the right.</div><br><div align="center">(https://hips.hearstapps.com/digitalspyuk.cdnds.net/15/23/uktv-love-island-villa-09.jpg?resize=480:*)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">The Dressing Room - Located on the second floor, to the left of the stairs, is the dressing room, which is also sometimes referred to as the powder room or the get ready room. Here, there are four cushioned seats surrounding a vanity with two mirrors. Against one wall is a tall wardrobe closet, where islanders can hang their clothes and store their shoes, luggage, toiletries, and other miscellaneous items. In the corner of the room, there is a long mirror for the islanders to use to check their overall looks. The vanity station is for holding the islanders makeup and anything else they use to get themselves ready. There are outlets along the legs of the vanity desk, so flat irons and curling irons or anything else that requires a plug can also be used here, without hassle. Because space is somewhat limited, islanders may need to share.</div><br><div align="center">(https://cdn.itv.com/uploads/editor/medium__dchIgPOR0gHTRYsmIA7zbqOlH6TZcwVOyJp4LfN0NA.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">The bathroom is located on the second floor of the villa, just beyond the dressing room. There are "his and her" sinks on both sides of the bathroom. On one end, there is a large porcelain tub which provides plenty of room for two. On the opposite end is the shower stall which is large enough to comfortably fit five people. Beside that is a door that leads to the entirely private toilet and bidet. There are organization baskets beneath the sinks on both ends, each one assigned to a specific islander. This makes keeping track of their toiletries and personal items much easier.</div><br><div align="center">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-7.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">The Living Room - Located on the first floor, just at the base of the staircase, is the living area. Two L shaped couches face each other and match the general aesthetic of the villa. Here, the islanders can hold house meetings, if they wish. Though the meetings that the host of the show calls will be held at the fire pit. From here, another sliding glass door opens up to the backyard. But, on the opposite wall, is the front door. Sometimes the islanders will hear a doorbell ringing. This means they have received visitors. Whether they are new arrivals, or someone else entirely. There are two doors on either side of the wall attached to the staircase. The door on the left, closest to the backyard, is the hideaway. The door on the right, closest to the front door, is the diary room.</div><br><div align="center">(https://cdn.images.dailystar.co.uk/dynamic/117/photos/361000/620x/love-island-couples-619195.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">The Diary Room - Located on the first floor, to the right of the staircase, through a door that is always kept closed, is the diary room. This room is where islanders can get away from the others and have a few moments to simply speak to the camera there. Some islanders treat it like a verbal diary, where they share what's on their mind or heart. Hence the name, diary room. Couples might come in here together to speak about something, as well. In these diary room entries, the islanders might think to address the public, who are going to be voting for or against them during the course of the 5 weeks they are in the villa. But, normally, this is where we start to see the islanders vent or break down. The diary room is the only place in the entire villa that is strictly off limits for sex.</div><br><div align="center">(https://cdn.itv.com/uploads/editor/medium_cCLCjJRa8QVxMilxU5_VKN819IIXjFYPfGPm4p0iu-Y.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">The Hideaway - The door to the hideaway is located to the left of the staircase off of the living room. It has a circle shaped King sized bed, its own private bath, and is completely secluded from the rest of the villa. There are other perks to this hideaway, like its own private terrace:</div><br><div align="center">(https://cdn.itv.com/uploads/editor/medium_HdE6FtK822-uB0akKIevAU8yO2bXnDNiQNIndrGg1O4.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">And a table for two to enjoy a private, romantic meal together:</div><br><div align="center">(https://cdn.itv.com/uploads/editor/medium_NB9unr-kX58HHwlBB0SWA1vK7E_RGMCgaabHTcmtGtc.jpg)</div></div></div></div><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Outside the Villa</span></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(https://i2-prod.mirror.co.uk/incoming/article8085070.ece/ALTERNATES/s615b/Love-Island.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Exterior</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i1.cdnds.net/15/23/618x412/uktv-love-island-villa-03.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">The Kitchen - The kitchen is located outside, tucked away beneath a tent ceiling. The kitchen is fully functional with a double wide refrigerator, stocked to the brim with food, a convection oven and electric stove, as well as every appliance any islander would need. Oh, and who could forget the bar? Bar stools line the edge of the counter top with the stove, doubling the space as a place to eat or drink. The fridge has an ice and water dispenser attached to it. Every islander will be given their own water bottle which holds one liter and has that specific islanders name printed on the side of it. Girls names are in neon pink or orange, while guys names are in neon blue or green. Next to the kitchen is a seating area which looks like a modern dining table. Not to worry, there is enough space for everyone. The islanders may enjoy using this space to eat their meals, but they are not restricted to only eating in the kitchen. Also, the islanders are allowed to order takeaways and other food, should they wish to.</div><br><div align="center">(https://hips.hearstapps.com/digitalspyuk.cdnds.net/15/23/uktv-love-island-villa-14.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">The Pool - How can anyone not notice where that gorgeous pool is? In the backyard, right in the center, is the pool. It is meant to look like the actual beach, with a sandy colored bottom that leads directly into the water, like how the sand leads into the ocean. The pool is contained by a powder blue border, which obviously contains the deeper end of the water. All anyone needs to do to get into the pool, is walk in from the shallow end. Or jump in from the deep end. Around the pool are walkways. To the left of it is the smoking area. To the right of it are the lounging chairs. An outdoor storage shed located in the corner near the jacuzzi, is where plenty of flotation devices and gym equipment are kept. It is because of this pool that the audience might expect to see our islanders in their bathing suits so frequently. Well, that and the lounging chairs that so many islanders take advantage of in order to get a tan.</div><br><div align="center">(https://i1.wp.com/realitybox.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/gallery-1464356224-love-island-sr2-the-villa-04.jpg?fit=1280%2C853)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">The Jacuzzi - The hot tub is near the back corner of the pool. In order to reach it, the islanders will have to walk around the walkway from the back of the villa. That walkway will lead them to the smoking area first, then the jacuzzi next. This section is somewhat tucked away against the back fence of the backyard. Now, because this dating reality show is taking place during the summer, the hot tub may be too hot to get much use out of it. So, the islanders might want to pay attention to when the weather is particularly cool out. Maybe during the sunrise is the best time to occupy it.</div><br><div align="center">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-14.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">The Smoking Area - Beside the hot tub, there is a small sitting area with several chairs gathered round an interesting piece of furniture, which is really nothing more than a massive ash tray. The islanders should dispose of their cigarette butts by putting them out in here, rather than flicking them along the lawn or extinguishing them in the water.</div><br><div align="center">(https://cdn.images.dailystar.co.uk/dynamic/122/photos/243000/900x738/1349243.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">The Fire Pit - Located in the right back corner of the backyard, tucked against the fence, is the fire pit, which is nestled up near a rounded, white couch. This is where the host will gather the islanders when it comes time for figuring out who will be dumped from the island after the public have voted. But, this couch isn't intended for only the bad news! It is a lovely place for sitting and having a bit of a chat, especially when the islanders are throwing a party. The fire pit itself is not a grill that needs wood and an actual fire in order to be started. It has a bunch of rocks on it and a lever on the side, which when it's flipped, ignites the rocks and creates a small fire, which is contained within the fire pit itself. Obviously, it is real fire, so should the islanders feel the desire to make s'mores, it'll most certainly work.</div><br><div align="center">(https://images.immediate.co.uk/production/volatile/sites/3/2017/08/109183.png?quality=90&amp;lb=620,413&amp;background=white)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">The Day Beds - There are two day beds outside, located side by side and in between the kitchen and the sliding glass door that leads out from the living room. Each day bed has two chairs set up on either side of them. They are king sized beds and they have a shelter above them, which is attached to the balconies above. From the daybeds, it is possible to see nearly every part of the backyard at one time. These beds can be used for having a bit of a chat, or if there is trouble in paradise between the islander couples, then these day beds make a brilliant getaway for those who are in need of another place to sleep. They also work perfectly well for those islanders who might be in need of a nap.</div><br><div align="center">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-10.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">The Gym Area - To the left of the lounging area and around the walking path of the pool, is the outdoor gym. Plenty of equipment is located inside this shack and can be used by any islander. There are weights, yoga mats, medicine balls, and just about everything that any fit islander would need to keep as fit as possible.</div></div></div></div><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Header:</span></span> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTqE9BgazQ-RdeNmG_q17Mn1JuzBxTxlILT_z2tc4sws89bmgzN)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Caroline Flack (http://CS URL)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 39<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, England<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Late AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same dress in picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> N/A - Host of Love Island<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]IMG URL[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] [url=CS URL]Name[/url]<br>[b]Age:[/b]<br>[b]Sexuality:[/b]<br>[b]Hometown:[/b]<br>[b]Date/Time:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Wearing:[/b] [url=Outfit URL]Description[/url]<br>[b]Coupled with:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b]<br><br>[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>06-08-2019, 21:05:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/618864742422155264/qt3dcgb7_400x400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Caroline Flack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg14999645#msg14999645)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 39<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, England<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://i2-prod.ok.co.uk/incoming/article14325449.ece/ALTERNATES/s615b/1176974_love_island_caroline_flack_dress_86537be1645eab38d782928acce8e1d6)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None - Host of Love Island<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>Caroline Flack, the host of the show Love Island, was talking to the cameraman following her about the gorgeous villa where the islanders will spend the next six weeks. Her heels clacked loudly on the freshly polished ground as she led the camera from the living room to the outside, through the sliding glass door, which had been left open. The gossimy curtain billowed inside, thanks to a warm summer breeze. Caroline disappeared through it. <br><br>She turned to address the camera, the pool glittering behind her. “It's bound to be a long, hot summer here at Love Island.” Her smile elongated and she turned again, this time leading the camera to the shallow part of the water, where the ground looked like sand, leading feet to the pool. <br><br>“We have found the hottest and naughtiest singles around and we've put them all in this luxury villa. In just six weeks time, your favorite couple will walk away with 50,000 pounds. Our lovely islanders are about to move in and meet the other islanders, who they will be spending all summer with. It's time to find out what we are in store for here at the villa. There are sure to be plenty of tears, loads of drama and hopefully plenty of love.” <br><br>Caroline folded her arms over her chest, keeping her eyes on the back door as she waited for the islanders to arrive. “Now, it’s time to meet our sexy singles, who are most definitely ready to mingle. They will come out of the villa and step over here near me where there are hearts placed on the ground. Each islander will find their heart, which has their name on it, and stand by it until we're all here and ready to begin the coupling.”<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Introduction Video Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">For your character's introduction, please include the answers to their introduction video, somewhere in the post. Here they are: <br><br>Give us your name, and tell us what you do.<br><br>Describe yourself in three words.<br><br>Describe what you're like in bed in three words.<br><br>What was your worst dating experience?<br><br>What is the first thing you notice in someone you fancy?<br><br>How would your ex describe you in three words?<br><br>If you were an alcoholic drink, what would you be and why?<br><br>What should we expect to see from you this summer in the villa?</div></div></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Villa Rules</div><div class="spoiler_body">By the time the islanders arrive at the villa, they have already signed the paperwork, which has a list of the villa rules on it:<br><br><strong>Smoking inside the villa or villa garden is forbidden</strong><br><br>Islanders can only smoke in the designated smoking area outside.<br><br><strong>No phones or prohibited items</strong><br><br>This is an obvious one, but the contestants have to give up all personal devices before heading into the villa to prevent them from having any contact with the outside world.<br><br><strong>No nudity</strong><br><br>The Islanders can’t ever be naked inside the villa (except for baths and showers - which must be done solo) because it’s a public space and that’s a big no-no.<br><br><strong>No masturbating</strong><br><br>While the Islanders are free to have sex, no solo sex acts are allowed in the villa.<br><br><strong>No abusive language or behaviour</strong><br><br>There’s a zero tolerance policy when it comes to aggressive behaviour and inappropriate language. Any Islander who violates this rule will be removed from the villa immediately.<br><br><strong>No excessive drinking</strong><br><br>Islanders are allowed one or two drinks a night, either wine or beer, no spirits.<br><br><strong>No unsafe sex</strong><br><br>The contestants must always use protection, and there is no inebriated sex allowed.<br></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>07-08-2019, 09:10:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.dealsforless.ae/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/13323324_10154055978385269_2155736097376916822_o.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dress in picture and these shoes (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1u5ptcL1TBuNjy0Fjq6yjyXXa7/2019-cute-women-open-toe-high-heels-party-shoes-summer-gladiator-sandals-pink-sandals-wedding-shoes.jpg_640x640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline | All islanders | Open<br><br><hr><br>The moment had finally arrived and Grace hardly knew how to handle the fact that she was actually there, at the Love Island villa, in person. She stepped up to the front doors and took a breath, barely resisting the urge to pinch herself and make sure she wasn’t actually asleep. She walked through the living room cautiously, looking around at the bright colors and immaculate space. Never had she stayed in such a beautiful place, before. <br><br>Grace made her way to the open sliding glass door and stepped through the curtain, peering out into the backyard. She noticed Caroline Flack standing there straight away and giddily approached, giggling all the while. “Hi!” She waved, excitedly. Making her way over, she took a look around and realized that she was the first islander to arrive. She took another breath to still herself as she took her spot near the pool, finding the heart on the ground that had her name on it. <br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Interview Video Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(https://backofhouse.s3.amazonaws.com/uploads/ckeditor/pictures/1904/content_Photo-21-09-2015-13-31-44-1.jpg) (https://imgur.com/pSYCK7S.jpg)<br>(https://www.mub.eps.manchester.ac.uk/uommaterialsblog/wp-content/uploads/sites/38/2015/11/Victoria-most-recent-blog.jpg) (https://scontent-frt3-2.cdninstagram.com/vp/e991e640453ccb047e97593e67aa42d4/5D7A9FA1/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/c0.176.1407.1407/s640x640/59761276_358660608114872_6368460736065174784_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-frt3-2.cdninstagram.com)<br>(https://ui-ex.com/images/transparent-divider-purple-5.png)<br><br>My name is Grace Carter and I am a fashion blogger. I’m not sure how many followers I have on Instagram, to be honest. It’s in the millions. But that’s such a ridiculous number that it does my head in a bit to even think on it too hard. Do you know what I mean?<br><br>Okay, if I’m to describe myself in three words… I guess I would say… Quirky. Honest. And… Chic. <br><br>Hmm, three words to describe what I’m like in bed? Erm… Ready and willing? *Giggles.*<br><br>My worst dating experience happened when I was on a date with this guy who I met through an online dating app. We were out on a date that he rushed through because he didn’t want to be late for his hair appointment. Then when we ended the night, he said he hoped I was open to the idea of toilet play. Needless to say, it was my last time on a dating app.<br><br>The first thing I notice in someone I fancy is their smile. If their smile makes me smile, then we’re in. *Smiles.*<br><br>Oof, three words my ex would use to describe me… I’d say… Ready for more. Maybe. *Shrugs.* That feels like a lame answer. *Laughs.*<br><br>If I were an alcoholic beverage, I’d say I am a red sangria because there’s many blends of flavors; sweet, bubbly, refreshing and delicious… Yet they all work together.<br><br>You can expect to see me trying on an endless amount of clothes before deciding on one thing to wear. *Laughs.* And hopefully I’ll meet a proper nice fella along the way, too.<br></div></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>07-08-2019, 16:02:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mlYqNfF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured, sleeveless white button up top, tied at the waist, high waist - off white micro mini skirt, nude 4" heels (https://finestvibes.com/image/cache/catalog/trixy-nude-patent-high-heel-sandals-liliana-leeta-1-nude1-cr-1024x1269.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> no one yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline | All islanders | Open<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Whoever thought this would happen? Elsa was about to be hold up in a gorgeous villa with a bunch of sexy singles for weeks on a reality television show. She could hardly believe this was happening. With head swimming and feeling more than a bit giddy as the production companies escort drove her up to the front doors in an open top bright yellow Jeep Wrangler. Standing up in the Jeep, they cruised up the long driveway to the front. Elsa gaped in awe, covered her face, and squealed. The warm dry summer breezes tussled her hair like a long blond Swedish flag. She looked back over her shoulder at whoever was coming up behind and shouted, "Would you look at that, we are here! WOOO!"<br><br>The moment that the jeep came to a stop, Elsa half swung out of it very unladylike and landed on the walk. It was only thanks to the grip she had on the side of the Jeep that she managed to keep her balance. But it was no concern for her as she was overcome with excitement. Step by step she laughed walking up to the wide entrance doors and entering the building. <br><br>Inside was equally everything that it was outside. Clean bright white walls splashed with vibrant colors all adorned with little phrases and words to describe what was around them. Before her spread out a wide seating area with L shaped sofas facing one another and large panels of glass along the back wall with billowing sheers fluttering in the breezes, the sight of a big outdoor pool just behind those gently swaying white see through curtains. Confidently she strode through the common living area and out into the sun once again in the backyard. <br><br>Elsa was waving to Caroline, the hostess, and the other contestant present. As she approached closer, greeted them both in Swedish, "Hej alla." Spotting the hearts she walked along until she came to a heart with her name on it and took her place giving Grace a little finger wave and reading the names on the hearts.<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Interview Video Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>(https://i.imgur.com/kSLAaPK.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/Nh8Jki2.jpg)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/yBE59wW.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/CUgXcyM.jpg)<br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/tZ3bris.png)</div><br>Is the camera on? <em>*camera cuts for a moment before coming back into focus with Elsa poised on a barstool style seat, legs crossed*</em> <br><br>My name is Elsa Nilssöm, and I'm a certified personal trainer and Crossfit competitor, Occasionally some fitness modeling, yes. <em>*she nods enthusiastically while speaking, her Swedish accent permeating most of the words*</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Three words to describe myself? Feisty, fierce, and cuddly. <em>*her eyes squint a bit as she tries to look the part of fierceness but breaks into laughter, a heavy blush settling into her cheeks before the camera flashes some more images and focuses back again*</em><br><br>Describe what I'm like in bed in three words? Now we are getting personal. <em>*laughing*</em> Playful, naughty, and flexible.&nbsp; <em>*tosses a wink and smile at the camera*</em><br><br>My current... Well, Ex once he watches this is my worst dating experience. I lead a really busy life. So to find someone special can be a challenge, a lot of men are intimidated by strong women but he seemed like the one. But... I was not his number one. I'm not even sure I was his number three. I found out that he was seeing other people. He was so brazen, had a profile on Tinder and everything.&nbsp; So yeah, Hi Richard and Bye Richard. <em>*more nervous laughter*</em> Single now!<br><br>The first thing I notice in a man is the whole face. I like masculine looking men with eyes that make your heart stop. If a man gives you the right look it can stop you in your tracks and make your heart do flips. And of course, who doesn't love a good smile, you know what I mean? Broad, lots of teeth, all warm and inviting. That type that makes you just want to smile back at him or snog him all night.<br><br>That's not fair. <em>*laughter*</em> My ex is going to have lots of ways to describe me after he watches this? I don't think I could say it on camera. <em>*laughter*</em><br><br>If I were an alcoholic drink, I would probably be Akvavit because it's spicy and always festive... Or maybe I would be a lager? Can I change my answer? My brothers would tell you that I'm just one of the boys so probably a lager. <em>*pause for a broad smile before breaking into laughter again*</em> That is a crazy question. <em>*laughing*</em><br><br>If I meet the right man... or men. <em>*wide grin for the camera*</em> You can expect to see lots of flirting, snogging, and booty shaking. Plus some of this... <em>*holds up her arm and flexes a toned well defined bicep as she falls again into laughter*</em><br></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>07-08-2019, 18:33:32</strong>
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				<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> 1 July, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black leather jacket, sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), denim jeans, black boots, and a DTP Ziltoid t-shirt (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0110/6296/8401/products/5c403ba1fc683c57845ae7c0-original_1024x1024@2x.jpg?v=1564756720)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline | All Islanders | Open<br><br><hr><br>Devon's eyebrow quirked as his lips tilted into a smirk, the woman in the Jeep before his standing upright and hollering like some College frat girl that had a bit too many Pina Coladas. First whoo girl confirmed. He was curious if there were any others as excited as she was, but really didn't want to bother looking back at the rest of the convoy in tow. They somehow even managed to emasculate a Jeep with such ridiculous colors. He had broken out into fits of laughter so many times at the absurdity of it all that the driver finally stopped giving him concerned looks and just rolled with it. Now, he just kept the smirk on his face, chewed his gum, and watched as the mansion rolled in closer and closer.<br><br>He was going to kill every one back at the bar for this. If whooping and hollering party girls were going to be his options for coupling, he'd have been better off staying in New York. He even told that prior contestant... uh... what was her name again? He wasn't sure he had even been paying attention when she first gave it out. Regardless, he told her just as much. Yet he lost the game of pool, and now here he was.<br><br>With a sigh he turned to the driver, eyebrows raised high above the sunglasses.<br><br>"You guys back at the studio got a dead pool going on this thing?" he asked. "If so, put me down for two weeks, fifty bucks. I'm good for it." He then patted the driver before stepping out of the Jeep. He reached to grab his bags reflexively, almost looking around to see if anyone else needed help with their own before the show's employees stopped him. That's right, he had to go out and "mingle" or whatever. Tilting his head to crack his neck, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket -- admittedly not the best idea in this tropical weather -- and approached the Villa.<br><br>Yeah, it was decorated with just the sort of taste middle-class white folk looking to pretend they were upper class fall over themselves for. Another chuckle burst from his chest as he shook his head, following the whoo girl through the establishment. He had to confess, if nothing else, she had a great ass that her skirt clung perfectly to. There was evidently another woman before her, but her dress was more loose and flowed a bit more with each step. Harder to make out her own figure. Once again he couldn't suppress his chuckle as both women struggled to contain their giddiness, but as they parted he saw their hostess.<br><br>Immediately his fingers lowered his sunglasses, looking the figure of the woman over. He had been briefed on her identity, but she looked far more attractive in person than on the photos. Caroline, was her name? While it wasn't necessarily a weakness, Devon had never had a bad experience with an older woman. They always seemed to take their own control of their pleasure, and that always made for the most wild of Mr. Toad's rides. He approached, his eyes drinking her in, and smiled at her.<br><br>"So, does the first loser get to couple with you, by chance?" he asked quietly with a wink. He then turned, his long hair billowing slightly from his turn and from Mallorca's tropical breeze, seeking out his own little "heart" in the ground. He paused before hit, his teeth bared in a wide grin as he shook his head. "Soooooo not fucking metal." He chuckled one last time before turning back around, hands back in his pockets, chewing his gum as he watched all the others file on in.<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Video Interview</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Yes, hi, my name is Devon Daniels, and I work as a bartender at Thrashers in New York City, as well as play guitar or bass for any band in the area that needs a serious head banger on their roster."<br><br>"Describe myself in three words?" <em>The Islander smirks, his eyebrow lifted and his arms spread.</em> "Totally fu<strong>BEEP!</strong>ing metal, of course!"<br><br>"What I'm like <em>in bed</em> in three words? Dude, I already told you! Totally fu<strong>BEEP!</strong>ing metal!"<br><br>"Worst dating experience? Okay," <em>Islander straightens up, a smile on his face, but the hand gestures increase. Eyebrows no longer risen. Voice tone suddenly takes on a slight edge despite the smile used to lighten his demeanor.</em> "There are no <em>bad</em> dating experiences. Just bad judgment and bad expectations, okay? If you stop judging people by how shiny their watch or earrings are, by how expensive their suit or dress is, by how nice their brand new car that just sent them into debt is, then you got nothing but their personality to judge them on. And y'know what? If you're not putting them through a pop quiz every date and just have <em>fun</em>, you'll never have a bad date in your life, man."<br><br>"First thing I notice?" <em>He stops, eyes averting the camera, shoulders shaking as he goes into full-on laughter.</em> "You're gonna call me a hypocrite after that rant, but it really is the clothes. You can tell how vain a woman is by how she dresses herself up, and a woman that adorns herself in leather and t-shirts of her favorite bands? That tells you about her <em>actual</em> interests and personality. You can tell what a woman is trying to communicate to the world by what she's wearing, and most women are telling the world 'Hey, I'm a superficial liar'."<br><br>"My ex? You mean ex<em>es</em>? Dude, what do you think?" <em>Another shrug, grin spread wide.</em> "Totally fu<strong>BEEP!</strong>ing metal."<br><br><em>Expression suddenly gets serious, his brow lowering into a glower that shades over his eyes. His voice shifts to a more guttural growl.</em> "I'd be a <em>Red Death.</em>" <em>He then immediately bursts into laughter, shaking his head, fingers running his hair back behind his ears.</em> "Sorry, no, all seriousness probably Bulleit Bourbon. Rough at first but gets your head spinning. Or something. I dunno. Whatever bullsh<strong>BEEP!</strong> people say to these questions."<br><br>"What to see from me? Not much, I'll probably be out in a week." <em>He chuckles at his, running his hand through his hair once more. His demeanor gets serious again, but not with the serious edge before. Softer, more genuine.</em> "Look, I just hope to make this fun for all the guys and gals back home watching." <em>He then turns to the camera, a smile wide across his face as he points directly to the lens.</em> "That's right, I'm doin' this for <em>you</em> assh<strong>BEEP!</strong> that put me up to this! Hope you get a lot a laughs out of my expense."</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>07-08-2019, 20:15:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://em.wattpad.com/75daf37dc42a40fd832b7dec84c246eb0a430ec8/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6a566f4f4c4d307a68625f352d773d3d2d3138333330313834342e313435363937303763646363376431372e706e67)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same tank in picture, and fitted blue jeans with these sandals (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0069/7692/products/Hari_Mari_Parks_Men_Sandals_Gray_Navy_01.jpg?v=1524688687)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone | Open<br><br><hr><br>The Jeep pulled up to the circle drive, stopping near the walkway which led to the front door of the villa. The back door opened and out stepped Logan. He nearly forgot to close the door behind him, as he straightened out and took a look up at the enormous villa in front of him. “Wow,” he muttered to himself, quite a bit in disbelief. <br><br>He walked to the front door and chuckled as he stepped through the living room. Never had he stayed abroad in his life. Whenever he went on holiday, it was never across the pond. He could hardly believe that he was actually here. Honestly, it was hard to accept that he’d been asked to join the others at the villa, at all. <br><br>But, here he was. <br><br>Logan was next to step through the back door, still looking awestruck by the beauty of it all. “Wow,” he repeated, still murmuring. He grinned at the ladies present and walked over to them, all smiles. “Hello, hello.” He found them lined up at heart shaped cushions or something, lined up near the pool, which looked very welcoming. He did a double take on the one at the end and realized that the long haired brunette was actually a bloke. <br><br>He chuckled under his breath, found his own heart and stood by it, shaking himself out a bit and sighing out loud, shakily. Wellp, looks like summer is officially underway, innit? <br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Interview Video Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/275940106/large.jpg) (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQJ-3RbXe8_SVRHTiGfB2Hmmxo8aQLdyKOROT5o03qOj0DdovgA)<br>(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/9708156/740full-nicolas-simoes.jpg) (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ_ublH09yez2qPJ5-ApIRu2lGZl-p3v5a2eUHLYP78BXeRcse5)<br><br>Right, so I'm Logan Thurston and I'm an amateur writer. I mean, I've got a blog that I keep updated, but I'm also a freelance writer for local papers and online sources and things like that. <br><br>In three words, I'd describe myself as... Patient, creative, and a foodie. *Chuckles.*<br><br>Three words in bed? Oh, that's hard. *Laughs.* I'd say... I'm passionate and giving.<br><br><em>Producer: What about the third word?</em><br><br>I've already said hard, haven't I? *Laughs again.*<br><br>My worst dating experience was this one time when I met a girl who I'd been set up with... only to find out that she was my ex's mum. *Sighs* ...Yeah.<br><br>The first thing I notice in a girl is her eyes... I guess I want her eyes to draw me in, if that makes sense.<br><br>Oh, man. My ex would describe me as being... Stubborn, yet patient, and also rather pragmatic.<br><br>If I was a drink I'd say I was... a Jagerade. Because it's got a bit of a bite back, but it's also rejuvenating and refreshing.<br><br>This summer, you can expect to see me having a bit of a hard time... Just between being away from family and being disconnected from the outside world. I'm not quite sure what to expect. Hopefully I can stick it out the whole six weeks.</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragongoddess</strong> on <strong>07-08-2019, 20:55:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0e/2d/d1/0e2dd1ed9db57705f548c298ca48f1d5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cassandra Pendragon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006244#msg15006244)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> <br><em>Birth / Childhood:</em> Limerick, Shannon Region, Ireland<br><em>Current:</em> County Down, Northern Ireland / United Kingdom Region, Ireland<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July 2019, England<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Same as in Picture Above &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0e/2d/d1/0e2dd1ed9db57705f548c298ca48f1d5.jpg) with these heels (https://cdn-img.prettylittlething.com/0/8/4/6/0846027d88357f1d17aa8242ef455805fc75ba28_CLU0936_5.JPG), these bangles (https://cdn3.volusion.com/dexlc.mxapd/v/vspfiles/photos/bgh-05-t7kd-S-2.jpg) on her left wrist, this choker (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/6729597/il_fullxfull.307266563.jpg), and this Claddagh ring (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/29/50/66/29506615c6184affc9da50e04f971401.jpg) on her right hand with the tip of the heart pointed <em>away</em> from her hand to symbolize being single<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one at the moment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> | Caroline Flack | Grace Carter | All Islanders | Devon Daniels | Logan Thurston| Elsa Nilssom | Open! |<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Wow..."</span></span> Cassandra said as her Jeep pulled into viewing distance of the villa.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"It's so much more beautiful than it looks on the telly."</span></span>&nbsp; Cassie didn't stop staring until she was startled by someone opening the door once the Jeep had finally pulled to a complete stop.&nbsp; Slowly, she emerged from the car, turning her entire body all at once so the soles of the black stilettos with golden spikes touched the ground at the same time.&nbsp; Next, her right hand grasped onto the outside of the Jeep.&nbsp; This hand one of Ireland's signature Claddagh rings with the tip of the heart pointed away from her hand, a sign that meant she was single, not that being on this show wouldn't immediately give that away, but still...as small as piece as it was, Cass felt naked without her ring which meant she always had a version of it on.&nbsp; As if in one movement, the rest of her figure shot from the vehicle, revealing porcelain skin, bright red hair, and long, thin but muscular legs.&nbsp; The girl was wearing a black dress that barely covered everything accented by black and gold bangles and a choker necklace from which a Celtic symbol hung.<br><br><span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"I hope the villa's ready for me."</span></span>&nbsp; Cassandra teased playfully, narrowing her eyes and sticking her tongue out slightly, her teeth biting down ever so slightly on it.&nbsp; Knowing that the staff was responsible for getting her luggage along with the luggage of the rest of the contestants to their large room which they would all be sharing for the next few weeks unless they got dumped off the island, Cas started forward.&nbsp; Even with stilettos on, she still somehow managed to make barely a sound as she glided through the villa to the backyard like she already owned the place.&nbsp; The redhead didn't even pause as she walked through the back door, seeing the four contestants who had already arrived as well as the host who everyone should already know and love.<br><br><span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Caroline!"</span></span>&nbsp; She said as if she had already met the woman in person previously.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Can I just tell you that the telly really doesn't do you justice?&nbsp; You're gorgeous!"</span></span>&nbsp; Then she turned her attention to the other contestants, looking them over for any hint of what kind of a person they might be.&nbsp; First she saw the girl with silver hair in a white, flowy dress.&nbsp; Cassandra wasn't sure if they would have enough in common to be friends if they were meeting on the outside but she knew how this game went.&nbsp; If you wanted to be safe to find Mr. Right, you needed to do your best to play nice with the other contestants.&nbsp; The other girl seemed like someone she was either going to be really good friends with or pretty good enemies.&nbsp; However it went though, Cassie was pretty sure it would be fun.&nbsp; Then there was the guy with long hair.&nbsp; Well, he definitely looked pulled right out of the cover of an album.&nbsp; With a peek at the shirt, she decided she had a pretty good idea of what kind of guy he was going to turn out to be.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Nice shirt!&nbsp; You ever heard <em>'The Boys Are Back In Town'</em> by Thin Lizzy?"</span></span>&nbsp; Finally, she saw the guy who had gotten here just before she did.&nbsp; They were both pretty attractive.&nbsp; At least compared to some of the guys who she'd seen on Love Island in previous years.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Oh my days, Caroline!&nbsp; You must have decided to spoil us ladies this season."</span></span><br><br>Finally, she noticed the hearts on the ground with each contestants names on them.&nbsp; Cassandra's heart seemed to be in the middle of the rest of the girls.&nbsp; She definitely thought that was perfect since she was usually in the center of attention anyways.&nbsp; Still walking like she owned the place, Cassie took her spot behind her heart and waited for the rest of the contestants to come in.&nbsp; Although it didn't take long before her voice could be heard again.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"So while we wait for the others, how is everyone?&nbsp; You liking the island so far?"</span></span>&nbsp; She didn't do this because she wasn't good at staying quiet.&nbsp; She could be very good at that.&nbsp; The reason was that she wanted to take the little bit of time they had to learn what she could about each of the guys before she had to pick one she would have to share a bed with.<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Cassandra's Video Interview</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/BEMZ0Zq.jpg) (https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UBeEXt-9K8A/W0eUTNAxs_I/AAAAAAAEUfo/RmvvxQnaQbAJw0mtYWfriHMhhAXnaxq0gCLcBGAs/s400/tumblr_p00psmwIDt1s5xmmuo3_540.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/ca/e4/b3/cae4b395d8727e21c27293887b1ca151.jpg)(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/17031376/540full-sabrina-lynn.jpg) (https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wEDD-KOAi7Y/WqxW0E9-dcI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/xHv6BYuBzPE_xtnMHXoO2NUW6vJ5hY7AgCLcBGAs/s1600/sabrina_lynn_2.jpg)<br>Give us your name, and tell us what you do.<br><span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Hey!"&nbsp; A tall, white girl with bright red hair said, giving a flirtatious little wave while tossing her head back just slightly enough that her breasts popped forward for just a moment.&nbsp; "My name's Cassandra Pendragon, although usually people just call my by one of my many nicknames: Cassie, Cas, Dragon, Andi, Penny, and She-Devil tend to be the most prominent things I've heard people call me before but you know, I guess we'll just have to see what the islanders decide to call me.&nbsp; I'm a student at the moment but I also have a YouTube account as well as an Instagram account both of which is where I do a little of everything, including some lingerie modelling.&nbsp; I'm not sure how many followers I have but I love every single one of them."&nbsp; At this point, the redhead blew the camera a kiss and then gave a wink.</span></span><br><br>Describe yourself in three words.<br><span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"If I had to describe myself using only three words, I'd have to say passionate, blunt, and protective.&nbsp; I'll tell you how it is and have no reservation about doing so.&nbsp; I'll also protect the people I get close to in the villa so if you think you're going to come in and try to pie off one of my people, you better watch your back."&nbsp; The last sentence she said glaring at the camera as if challenging anyone to try to go up against this side of her.</span></span><br><br>Describe what you're like in bed in three words.<br><span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Ooo.&nbsp; This is a hard one."&nbsp; Cassandra said, scratching her neck as if trying to decide what three words she should give.&nbsp; "I guess I'd have to say that I'm passionate, naughty, and submissive?"&nbsp; She said as though asking someone who was standing behind the camera.&nbsp; "I don't know.&nbsp; I guess you'll just have to wait and see."</span></span><br><br>What was your worst dating experience?<br><span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Oh.&nbsp; Let's see.&nbsp; There were a lot of bad ones.&nbsp; I think I'd have to say the absolute worst dating experience I've had was when I was in freshman year.&nbsp; I had a teacher named Mr. O'Donnell for one of my classes.&nbsp; Well, his son also went to the college, probably on some sort of scholarship he earned just cuz his daddy worked there.&nbsp; Anyways, Mr. O'Donnell was <em><strong>HOT</strong></em> but I was failing his class.&nbsp; So when I met Daniel, I decided to cozy up to him.&nbsp; This was about a week before finales.&nbsp; Unfortunately, Daniel was nothing like his father.&nbsp; The boy was always drunk, had no manners, ate like a pig, and smelled like one to.&nbsp; Should have just gotten in Mr. O'Donnell's pants instead.&nbsp; Maybe he would have given me an A instead of that C I got for faking it with his disgusting child."&nbsp; Cassandra at this point shivers, trying to shake off the terrible memory of such a horrible date.&nbsp; "Luckily, I was able to pie his sorry arse as soon as my grade was in and I've never had to see him again."</span></span><br><br>What is the first thing you notice in someone you fancy?<br><span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"The first thing I notice in someone I fancy is their overall appearance.&nbsp; Not just one feature or the other, although a nice firm arse, thick muscles, or chocolate-skin are always <strong>huge</strong> pluses, but how every part of their features come together to create an either very attractive or very unattractive man."</span></span><br><br>How would your ex describe you in three words?<br><span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Oh!&nbsp; That's easy!&nbsp; They'd call me a blunt but passionate bint.&nbsp; But that's because I've never actually had a relationship with a good guy before.&nbsp; If I found a good guy who actually liked me, he'd probably call me sexy, risky, and passionate.</span></span><br><br>If you were an alcoholic drink, what would you be and why?<br><span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"You know, I'm not actually sure.&nbsp; I might have to say either a Long Island Iced Tea because I'm not afraid to break the rules and have I always seem to do exactly the opposite of what everyone expects of me.&nbsp; Or maybe I'd be a glass of Chocolate Cherry Bailey's Irish Cream because I'm a proud Irishwoman with red hair and brown eyes that I doubt anyone could ever forget."</span></span><br><br>What should we expect to see from you this summer in the villa?<br><span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"If you need someone to say what everyone's really thinking or tell someone how it is, you've got your girl.&nbsp; I don't mind stepping on other people's toes, even dancing the jig on them if they need to be told off.&nbsp; You'll also see a woman with real confidence who is willing to go out and get what she wants.&nbsp; Don't worry, UK, I'm not going to let anything get in my way and you'll get to enjoy the view."</span></span><br></div></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>07-08-2019, 21:01:28</strong>
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				<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=200)</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> N/A at present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa/Carolyn (mentioning)/Open<br><br><hr><br><em> What the devil have I gotten myself into? And why did I let that muppet Marty talk me into it?</em><br><br>Colloquialisms aside, Owen Christopher’s head was in a pretty haze place as he started to absorb exactly what he was in for in the coming weeks. Though he knew the cameras would capture his approach to the villa and his initial reactions to the impressive and colorful space, the real cast onboarding had happened a few hundred yards down the drive, just past the estate’s sturdy steel gates. It was there that Owen was relieved of his cell phone and Air Pods. He’d put up a bit of a stink about handing over his FitBit, but ultimately was calmed by promises that they’d get him another one ‘on the inside’, if he was worried about keeping track of his usual fitness metrics. <br><br>What that really meant is that they’d get him something ‘locked down’ that ensured he’d lose his personal contact with the outside world for the duration of his stay. He’d known it was coming, but even that didn’t make it less jarring. <br><br>He’d become pretty accustomed to traveling with ear buds or headphones, so much so that he was very aware of the snarl of the tires over the pavement as the Jeep covered the short distance to the roundabout in front of the Villa. <br><br>“Welcome home” quipped the PA behind the wheel as he pushed the lever to ‘Park’, “good luck out there.” <br><br>It was an empty platitude, and Owen knew it. Besides, what did ‘luck’ even look like in a situation like this? Marty wanted him to do this to get a bit more broad exposure, in hopes of setting him up to do broadcast work after his playing days ended-which they both agreed wasn’t far away. Owen agreed to it hoping that a bit of additional notoriety might catch him one more tour, even on a B-level team hoping to draw some crowds. His knees were about shot, and his left shoulder wasn’t doing too much better, but cutting it open this close to a new camp wasn’t an option. <br><br>So, this was it. He hopped easily out of the passenger seat and grabbed his two bags out of the back. The large black duffel slung easily across his shoulder, he popped the small roller back down on the ground and yanked the handle up. He looked around for a minute, wondering if he’d be able to spot the cameras around the entrance. They were, of course, quite well hidden, but in a few places, wires snaking through the bushes gave them away. <br><br>That was the point though-keep the cameras as inconspicuous as possible, ply everyone with a few drinks and minimal clothing, and let biology do the rest. <br><br>He pushed the front door open, knowing that it would be unlocked-the instructions given to him at the front gave that away. The bags got deposited just inside the front door-PAs would help with that part later, almost like glorified bellhops. He followed the instructions barked at him by the assistant producer at the gate and headed toward the back patio, a straight-enough shot from the front door, where he could see the shimmer of the water before he saw any people. That alone was enough to ease his mind a bit. If nothing else, the ocean was there to calm his nerves. <br><br>Owen’s fingers played at the necklace around his neck, being ginger with it, though he’d been informed that the camera it contained was nearly indestructible. He wasn’t a big necklace guy, so he was going to have to get used to that. <br><br>Coming down the steps, he saw what he assumed were other cast members with their backs to him and beyond them, facing the group, Carolyn, who was hosting this season. She looked vaguely familiar to Owen-she’d been on TV throughout the UK during his time playing there, but her work and his interests had never keenly overlapped. He offered a quick wave and a soft ‘hello’ as he came down the steps with a few quick strides. <br><br>What really caught his eyes, though, was a fit, well-proportioned blonde. She was no doubt dressed to get the camera’s attention- taller heels, a form-fitting skirt. A small smile curled the corner of Owen’s mouth as he snuck a peek in her direction and tried to get a read on her based on looks alone. <br><br><em>Maybe this will be fun while it lasts, after all </em><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Video Interview</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>Alright, then, yes, okay. Hello everyone, my name is Owen Christopher, and I’m a professional rugby player, spent the last two seasons with Harlequins in London, and before that played in France and New Zealand. I’m a native of that fine island, and have played in the last two World Cups with the All Blacks, including our champion team in 2015. *Winning smile*<br><br>Myself in three words? Let’s see...athletic, thoughtful, fashionable. <br>In bed? In three words? Goodness. How about: Attentive, durable and...giving. <br><br>Worst dating experience? Oh, blast. The mates back in New Zealand once set me up with a girl, saying she was a real go-getter. I was young, hadn’t dated much, turns out, she was the assistant coach’s daughter! They did it just to see if I’d fall for it. She mentioned it about the second drink and let me tell you, I got out of there in a hurry. <br><br>My exes? I don’t know that they’d have much to say. I’ve never really been in a...serious thing. <br><br>What I typically notice about a woman is her eyes, and then her smile. How she handles herself matters a lot, too. <br><br>As a drink? Lord, probably just an ale, mate. Simple, easy going. <br><br>This summer? I just want to see how it goes, maybe try something new, maybe learn something. </div></div><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>07-08-2019, 23:58:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cb/8e/0f/cb8e0f92c179d46b0d7e3d6c66610bc9.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johnny Boy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> N/A At Present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>A Jeep!!!<br><br>They wanted him to make an entrance in a fucking jeep?!<br><br>Johnny Boy was already fuming as the JEEP approached the beautiful villa. He understood the desire to go with the “summer” theme but this was NOT the kind of car you pulled up to a place like this in. Even his Porsche 911 would have been a much better option. At the very least it had STYLE something this simple cherry red vehicle was sorely lacking. If there was anything that put him in a bad mood it was not being at his best… <br><br>And bad first impressions.<br><br>The only saving grace was that everyone else was forced to get there the same way. He wasn’t going to look like the odd man out and his reputation was intact. For the man who cared sso much about what other people thought of him it was enough.. even if it still made him angry. <br><br>Walking up the steps he ran his hands over his summer suit. He’d ran a hot iron over it and made sure it was pressed to his specifications before dressing for his arrival. Everything on him had two things, money and brand power behind it. In total his outfit was at least over a grand. He’d maxed out everything for this trip all as an investment to win.<br><br>A dangerous game… one he could fail at if he made a wrong move. He was here to play the game and win the money. Finding love? Well he was open if a bit pessimistic at the same time. If a girl was looking for someone that would take them to the end he’d be open and then some. However he knew his old “weekend” boyfriend tricks wouldn’t work here. <br><br>He passed through the rooms ignoring the voice in the back of his head that whispered constant doubt. His little demon… not because it talked him into bad things but because it tried to trip him up. He battled it by focusing on his game plan. Fine a bird, woo her, and never be afraid if a better competitor came along. <br><br>He came through the double glass doors. His body tall and proud, shoulders squared, and head held high. He counted two hear beats before moving hi large hand up to his glasses and pushing them up. He approached the group all charming smile as he worked to set himself apart from the other entrances. <br><br>“Hello Ladies and Gents,” He said flashing a million-dollar smile (well at least a half a million smile. Took him forever to pay off that debt!). “Is this the beautiful birds club? Or have I just died and gone to heaven instead?”<br><br>Lead with a compliment and a joke. Women DID like a man who could make em smile and laugh and based on their reactions he could try and peg em. Course it wasn’t just about the girls. It was about the mate’s you made in the game to. So without missing a beat he turned his direction to the men who had already arrived. <br><br>“Oi boys!” He said seizing them up. “It’s a scary gent who has to go against you lot for birds… oh shite that’s me aint it?” He remarked reaching out to offer his hand. “Should we have our gentlemen shake now eh? May the best man win and white gloves until we get down to the wire?” He remarked flashing that grin again. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Video Interview</div><div class="spoiler_body">Give us your name, and tell us what you do.<br><br>“My name? My name is Johnny Boy Donovan and I’m a Banker… at least that’s ONE of my professions”<br><br>Describe yourself in three words.<br><br>“I am confident.”<br><br>Describe what you're like in bed in three words.<br><br>“I’m Mind Blowing…” <br><br>What was your worst dating experience?<br><br>“There’s no such thing as a bad date… that being said the girl who decided she wanted to go to McDonalds instead of the four star restaurant I took her to didn’t get a call back!”<br><br>What is the first thing you notice in someone you fancy?<br><br>“It’s all in the first thing they say. Can make or break anything and I’m not afraid to admit it. First impressions… that’s where you have to get them at! And that’s how you get me to."<br><br>How would your ex describe you in three words?<br><br>“I can do it in two, Control Freak.”<br><br>If you were an alcoholic drink, what would you be and why?<br><br>“Believe it or not I don’t do much drinking… A vodka Martini? And no I don’t consider myself James Bond!”<br><br>What should we expect to see from you this summer in the villa?<br><br>“You should expect to see me win this entire thing.... that’s a promise you can take home to the bank!"</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>08-08-2019, 02:22:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn01.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/amell-bod/stephen-amell-shows-off-hot-bod-while-shirtless-in-st-barts-05.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Terry (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007673#msg15007673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 31<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Anchorage Alaska<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> N/A At Present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Boys!!<br><br><hr><br>Another jeep pulled up outside, this time depositing an altogether different man. An all American smile that would have been at place on a poster of some kind for football or possibly something else America related. If the man’s origins weren’t easily guessed the red white and blue swim shorts he was wearing and ballcap promoting the US armed forces would have given it away. He wore no shirt and his tan skin glistened in the sun as he walked into the villa and looked around. <br><br>“Well shit.” <br><br>For a second he paused cocking his head as he tried to recall if the rules let him say that. After a few minutes he shrugged and made a mental note to keep his potty mouth back until he figured out the rules. Did they have some kind of manual for this shindig? He wasn’t one for following rules before so he was probably going to have to page through it a few more times!<br><br>Terry stepped out an easy going smile on his face. He looked like he’d just stepped out of one party and into another! Except that he didn’t know anyone at the party and was only HALF sure he was invited. The dopey look was pretty well hidden under the charm…. Or so he hoped! He didn’t want to FUBAR a situation prematurely…. <br><br>“So this is where it’s happening eh?” He asked coming up as a well-dressed man tried to shake the other guys hands. Instead of going for a shake Terry boldly pushed his way between the man. The fact that he almost went into the pool was ignored by Terry as he grabbed the bicep of the most muscular man and pulled him in for a quick bro hug. One that ended with a large slap on the back. <br><br>“Who’s ready to party?!”<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Video Interview</div><div class="spoiler_body">Give us your name, and tell us what you do.<br><br>“Do why would I DO anything when I look this good?... Nah I’m just kidding! My name is Terry and I’m a physical fitness guru!”<br><br>Describe yourself in three words.<br><br>“I would but you’d have to bleep me out!”<br><br>Describe what you're like in bed in three words.<br><br>“Three words aint enough! I’m a god? I mean come on! Oh wait I got it! Whips, Chains, and spankings!”<br><br>What was your worst dating experience?<br><br>“One time my friends hired a stripper to take me on the worst date as a lark! I can’t get into all the details but I ended up with pee soaked drawers… and it weren’t my pee!”<br><br>What is the first thing you notice in someone you fancy?<br><br>“Boobs! I dare a guy to say anything else! They’d be a liar.”<br><br>How would your ex describe you in three words?<br><br>“Wanna Go Again?”<br><br>If you were an alcoholic drink, what would you be and why?<br><br>“American beer of course! Strong, patriotic, and everything the good old US of A stands for!”<br><br>What should we expect to see from you this summer in the villa?<br><br>“Some hell being raised!”</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>08-08-2019, 05:27:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> none<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all/none<br><br><hr><br><br>Corey wasn't sure he was late, but he sure FELT he was.&nbsp; It didn't help of course when he asked the Jeep driver if anyone had been dropped off before him, and got the answer if "loads, yeah".&nbsp; Wracking his brain, Corey tried to remember the rapid fire advice and tips his mates had given him as he got ready to go, but none of it was coming back.&nbsp; There had definitely been something in there about arrival order, but damn it if he could remember what.&nbsp; Or maybe that had pertained to girls?&nbsp; He should have written this stuff down, but then they didn't allow anything from outside, and Corey was pretty sure that would apply to strategy notebooks.<br><br>As he dwelled his way through that, the Jeep pulled up to the villa where he would be staying for the next few weeks (hopefully) and that was suddenly more than enough to capture his attention.&nbsp; Directed in the right way to go, Corey goggled at everything with wide eyes, stunned by the luxury of the place, something he would never have been able to afford on his own.<br><br>If Corey was mesmerized and a little intimidated by the beauty of his surroundings, then the sight of his fellow contestants was the icing on the cake.&nbsp; Scanning the back yard as he entered, Corey didn't know where to look first (luckily his mind settled on the ladies).&nbsp; &nbsp;Blondes, redheads, even a stunning girl with platinum hair, every type seemed to be represented.&nbsp; Assuming by type you meant "gorgeous and far out of the league he would normally be brave enough to ask out".&nbsp; That naturally led him to seek out the ACTUAL competition, and it was all he could do not to groan.&nbsp; He was supposed to compete for girls with THESE guys?&nbsp; All of them taller, all of them older - indeed he might be the youngest PERSON there, Corey could feel his chances sinking fast.<br><br><em>Steady on, Core.&nbsp; Got a long way to go yet</em> He reminded himself, putting on the generic smile you gave to a bunch of people you don’t know as he passed by to find where his name was written on a heart, adding in an extra nod for the hostess.&nbsp; He’d probably have a ton of questions, and it was best to start off on the right foot.<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Interview Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><em>A slight young man enters the room looking nervous, taking the seat he seems to be having a hard time in deciding to look at the camera or the person behind it.</em><br><br><strong>Give us your name, and tell us what you do.</strong><br><br>My name is Corey James Dwyer, and I am a barista at Starbucks.&nbsp; I finished University with a degree in Civil Engineering, but right now I make coffee.&nbsp; <em>*laughs and fidgets*</em><br><br><strong>Describe yourself in three words.</strong><br><br>A good lad.&nbsp; <em>*grin*</em><br><br><strong>Describe what you're like in bed in three words.</strong><br><br>Can I just say Grateful three times?&nbsp; Heh, no, three words.&nbsp; Um....how about 'Takes his time."&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>*blushing*</em><br><br><strong>What was your worst dating experience?</strong><br><br>Dating or date?&nbsp; Nevermind.&nbsp; I...um...went on a blind date once, and she...the date...thought I was someone else.&nbsp; Definitely not who she was expecting.&nbsp; And after the appetizer came, she went to the bathroom and never came back.&nbsp; The app was good though.<br><br><strong>What is the first thing you notice in someone you fancy?</strong><br><br>Clothes!&nbsp; No, hair.&nbsp; No, um, honestly....probably her legs.&nbsp; <em>*really blushing now*</em><br><br><strong>How would your ex describe you in three words?</strong><br><br>Easy to fool.&nbsp; Next question.<br><br><strong>If you were an alcoholic drink, what would you be and why?</strong><br><br>A cool pint of cider.&nbsp; I'm good year round, but you'll really like me in the summer.<br><br><strong>What should we expect to see from you this summer in the villa?</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Some comic relief, some mid-range flirting, and who knows, maybe a bit of snogging.<br><br></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>08-08-2019, 06:27:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SuE32Mj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Montreal, Quebec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 - Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (https://i.imgur.com/ZbaqeGj.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nil<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline Flack &amp; Co.<br><br><hr><br>Was it cold out here?<br><br>Nervous is not something that Rhonda felt very often. Confidence was something that she had in abundance but here, in this jeep, rolling up to the most gorgeous building she's ever laid her eyes on [in the last 24 hours], she was nervous. Stepping out onto the drive, she thought it would get better. The cameras in her face didn't help at all.<br><br>Walking through the villa, Rhonda kept rubbing her arms with her hands in hopes of putting those goose bumps back in their place. She wasn't one to have any hair on her arms or legs, though she was certain anyone looking at her could see the tiny ones standing on end. Ugh! This was no time to be a baby! Before reaching the curtained door to the back, she stood there for a moment to collect herself. "You got this! These people ain't shit."<br><br>Slipping through the next set of doors became easy enough once the pep talk set in. The sight of the gorgeous pool put her at ease, too. Oddly enough, seeing everyone that she would be hanging out with for the foreseeable future helped. The ladies did well to dress up for the occasion, while all of the men were a mixed bag. One of the guys was even wearing a leather jacket.<br><br>Was it cold out here?<br><br>Rhonda, thinking she was spending too much time in awe at the doorway, put a little pep into her step as she descended onto the poolside. She gave Caroline an 'I know you' nod and a hello, making sure to repeat the greeting to any other contestant she happened to walk by on her way to her own cushion. Finding it, Rhonda clicked her heels together as she stood by it, then brushed down her dress to ensure everything was in place. A wardrobe malfunction on day one would be an interesting impression, but not one she thought she needed to make.<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rhonda's Video Interview</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/ULAbWgk.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/gvT1MOJ.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/AgPBQtD.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/ZPKrq0J.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/MvPkKqT.jpg)<br><br><em>A casually dressed Rhonda is seated on a stool. The backdrop is black and the lighting does its job and making the room feel endless.</em><br><br><strong>Give us your name, and tell us what you do.</strong><br><br>Hi! My name is Rhonda Bouchard. I don't really look like a Bouchard, do I? Erm, anyway, I guess you can call me a model. Don't, though.<br><br><strong>Describe yourself in three words.</strong><br><br>Hmmm... Asian! Short! Aaaaand happy-go-lucky. That's totally one word.<br><br><strong>Describe what you're like in bed in three words.</strong><br><br>Oh my God. Oh, wait! Nonono! Those aren't the words! I'll go with: 'starfish', 'bored', and 'nun'. Am I allowed to say that? If you want real ones I guess I'll go with: 'attentive', 'wild', and 'fun'! Fun is really original, huh?<br><br><strong>What was your worst dating experience?</strong><br><br>Ooooh boy. I think the worst one was when this guy approached me in a grocery store and called me stunning. I mean, that's fantastic and all, but why did I think that meant I should go on a date with him? Ugh. He took me out to dinner at an expensive restaurant that HE chose, asked me to pay for my portion AFTER I ordered something, then just talked about how he has this spreadsheet that ranks all of the girls he's ever slept with. He said I should aim for 4-stars since he doesn't have enough entries at that rating. Normally I'd try to beat that, but I wasn't in the mood when the bill came around and he suggested I take a few mints because I needed them.<br><br><strong>What is the first thing you notice in someone you fancy?</strong><br><br>I'm such a loser for muscles. Like, nothing crazy, but if a boy's arms are amazing... Oowee. Beards get me, too! Oh, and eyes. These are the first three things I notice in someone. That's what you asked for, yep!<br><br><strong>How would your ex describe you in three words?</strong><br><br>Loving. Adorable... Reckless.<br><br><strong>If you were an alcoholic drink, what would you be and why?</strong><br><br>Moscow Mule! I... I can't think of a good reason. I just love them.<br><br><strong>What should we expect to see from you this summer in the villa?</strong><br><br>Nothing too crazy. I'm just a girl, standing in front of a lot of single boys, asking them to love her.<br><br></div></div></div></div><br>[OOC: One of the pictures blew up! That was the last edit. I'm not cheating on the video or anything! :D]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>08-08-2019, 08:38:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GexPvLL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Harding (http://CS URL)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight <br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stilwater, MN, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What you see in the pic (http://Outfit URL)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong>N/A<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br><hr><br>"Oh fuck what am I doing?" James said to himself as the jeep drove down the long path to the Villa. "I swear I'm going to get you guys for this." As the jeep turned the corner and the first view of the Villa came into sight, all of James' reservations faded away quickly. The stately building rose up as James took in the sights, this was a place everyone dreamed of one day owning, flashes of daydreams swam before his eyes as he pictured himself in a place like that, his name among the greats, Stephen King, David Baldacchi, Hemingway, and Harding. While he never got into the business of writing to seek fame and fortune (if you did you're an idiot, much better ways to get that) everyone dreams of being a great success, The jolt of the car coming to a stop and being but into park tugged him back to reality, and with a nod and a word of thanks he exited the vehicle, reaching for his ever-present journal when he realized that that too had been confiscated from him, much to his vehement objections.<br><br>James followed the remembered instructions from the crew before he got into the jeep and found himself approaching a group of men and women, standing in a circle in front of cutesy heart-shaped pillows with their names on them. Coming to a stop before his he looked around at the group and raised a hand "Hello everyone, I'm James, gonna be an interesting summer huh?"<br><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> interview questions</div><div class="spoiler_body">The camera comes on to see a man sitting at a nice cherry oak desk, a pair of spectacles on his face that he took off as he leaned back in his chair "Hello, I'm James Harding, I'm an author, winner of NY Times, Best upcoming novelist 2017, and author of the acclaimed Sci-Fi novel <em>Supernova Serenades</em>, if I were to describe myself in three words it would be Driven, Creative, and Honest."<br><br>Describe yourself in bed in three words James blushes slightly "well, to be honest, I've never tried to do anything like that, but uh. Intense I guess? helpful, Focused?" He chuckles awkwardly, "uh let's move on" <br><br>What was your worst dating experience? "Well, that's gotta be that time this chick brought her mother with her on the date" he chuckles " other than that I don't know, I've been through all the usual shit, being stood up, etcetera, but that probably takes the cake yeah.<br><br>What is the first thing you notice in someone you fancy? "This is gonna sound kinda weird but, it's their drive, their heart. seeing how they react when talking about something that matters to them a lot." he said then chuckles "and well I am a sucker for a good pair of eyes"<br><br>How would your ex describe you in three words? James looks away for a moment and takes a deep breath. "my most recent 'ex' i guess if you can call it that, is my recently departed wife, so she probably would've said that I'm kind, driven, and always have my head in the clouds. or stars as it maybe."<br><br>If you were an alcoholic drink, what would you be and why?"hell I don't know really, a scotch maybe? classic, warms you up, an good at calming nerves.<br><br>What should we expect to see from you this summer in the villa? "really I'm here to try to maybe find some new fun in life, my wife would've wanted me to move on and find someone new, and i hope i can do that this summer, if not then this will at least be a first step</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mature Desires</strong> on <strong>08-08-2019, 15:11:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/B5cDpxkCUAAz0ed.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cleo Balleta (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004245#msg15004245)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Manila, Phillipines <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, Black mini dress with rips in it, black mesh heels &nbsp;(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BqOVGJACEAETHWm.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one just yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open | Caroline<br><br><hr><br>Cleo Balleta held up her phone for the 20th time deciding if that selfie was good enough. No..no it clearly wasn't.. she told herself and snapped another picture from a different angle. As the Jeep cruised behind the long line of other Jeep's carrying the contestants Cleo should have been more interested in who all the people were that she was about to be living with. Cleo was much more interested if the sepia filter looked better on her photo or an illuminated filter. She was immersed in her phone and Instagram account logging as much of the details as possible. Cleo was very excited, but also very nervous. She had never done anything like this before, but she knew taking risks sometimes came with great rewards. Cleo was hoping to either meet her future man or take home the cash prize to help her get out of the tiny hole of an apartment she had been living in for the past few years. <br><br>Holding up her two fingers in a peace sign she snapped another pic and quickly uploaded it before the Jeep came to a stop behind the others. As it slowly made its way up the driveway as each contestant climbed out of their jeeps once they were in front of the main doors. After a few minutes it was Cleo's time to exit. Climbing out of the vehicle she stood in shock and awe just like all the other contestants taking in the breathtaking exterior of the massive villa she felt very lucky to be staying in. Her black peep toe heels clicked on the cement as she crossed the walkway and made her way up the stairs. Cleo hesitantly dropped her phone along with her Ipod into a basket marked for electronics to be dropped off. They would be returned upon leaving the villa. It would be hard going without her phone for a few weeks. Cleo looked at her phone as another appendage on her. She reminded herself of the bigger picture and maybe going without a phone for a few weeks wouldn't be that bad of an experience. She sort of followed after the guest ahead of her navigating the hallways until she was out back where the rest of the contestants were. Her eyes scanned over the huge heart shaped pillows and found her name neatly stitched into the fabric.<br><br>Cleo smiled a little and gave a small wave to the growing group of people. "Hi everyone.. I can't wait to check out the hottub and pool!" she said excitedly. Cleo felt a bit intimidated as all the girls that had shown up so far were incredibly gorgeous and the males all looked like they belonged in catalogs and runways. Cleo hoped she could stand out a bit so as not to get lost in the group. Cleo knew she needed to make smart decisions in order to help keep her on the show. She prayed that she wouldn't be the first one kicked off. <br><br>Cleo then looked over at the host. She was beautiful and Cleo brought her attention back to her surroundings. There was so much to explore, but Cleo also wondered how far the group was allowed to travel outside of the villa. She looked at the group of contestants and began to make her own assumptions and feelings about each person. She was curious which guy would want to couple with her and if she would make any friends among the women. Cleo knew this was a competition and she needed to be careful who she hooked up with as well as made friends with. In the end this was a competition and everyone was vying to win that 50 000 pounds. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hi my name is Cleo Balleta, I'm from LA and I work as a cashier at a major retailer..I won't tell you which one.. *winks and laughs*<br><br>Describe myself in three words? Hmm Spontaneous, fun and sexy! <br><br>What I'm like in bed in three words? Long distance stullisha! <br><br>My worst dating experience? Oh my god which one?! I think the worst was when I went out with a guy on the first date and we are sitting at the table talking normally. I was wearing a nice black skirt and bustier top.. yeah I know I looked good.. but the pervert was secretly recording video of between my legs. The only way I found out was I had accidentally dropped my fork on the floor and when I bent over I saw him quickly tuck the phone into his lap, but I had already seen everything. I asked him about it and he said he wanted to make me some sort of online sensation.. He got doused in my appletini after that..<br><br>The first thing I notice in someone? Usually their smile, eyes and facial features. I like a guy that looks after himself and cares about his image at least to some degree. I think personality is the biggest thing for me when it comes to finding a partner. I do have a thing for tall dark and handsome. *laughs*<br><br>My ex in three words? Karma's a bitch..<br><br>If I was an alcoholic drink what would I be? I think I would be a Mait-Tai. They are like super yummy! I think the drink represents my exotic features, my sweet nature, and I'm a yummy mixture of lots of things! Did I just say that?! OMG! <br><br>What are you expecting from me at the Villa? TO have fun, make friends, meet the man of my dreams and win a ton of cash! I want to let my personality shine and be the best I can be. I'm also looking forward to meeting some of those dreamy guys I've heard are coming on the show!</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 01:00:42</strong>
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				<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/8ca9aa1b3dc1dbd5c1cf8768476290b8/tumblr_pvp2nnifWj1rjiw4so4_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (http://CS URLhttps://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No One Yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br><br>As per usual for the guests of the Villa on Love Island, a jeep pulls up to the front. Running her fingers through her soft blonde tresses, Gwen gets out and grabs her bags from the back. A simple roller bag and a carry on matching hard case in pale pink color. She held onto the two handles and pulled them both along behind her as the wheels rolled with ease into the villa entry way. She was more nervous than she had expected and hoped the others that were staying there were easy to get along with. The were idea that being there was almost a secret in ways, made it all the more exciting. Gwen didn't have to worry about about anything in that department. She had made sure everything was kosher from the start. Her trip from the States to the UK was the first stepping stone to a great summer. As Caroline would say, "<em>A hot summer.</em> '' <br><br>Wearing a blue jean jumper with only a bikini beneath it, Gwen made her way further in, leaving her luggage to sit near the stairs where other luggage was sitting as well. She looked at it as if to try and decipher whose bag that would be. It looked like something a guy might carry on or just something practical for a young woman. either way it had wheels on it as well. Biting at a pink glossed lower lip she tucked one slightly curled tress behind one ear and made her way out toward the pool area, searching for others who were there. Maybe she wasn't the last one. Gwen hated showing up late and often times was early. It just so happened that her ride was the one that made her a bit delayed.<br><br>Looking out at the pool she could do nothing but stare in awe and grin, thinking about late night swims or early morning exercise. Gwen wasn't a gym nerd or anything but she did keep in shape and enjoyed swimming a great deal. Finally her blue eyes landed on a group of individuals who had all arrived before her. She did wonder if the time mattered or not in the villa. They were there to forget about the outside world, yeah? Well looking at those gathered Gwen could tell they were all the cream of the crop. Top notch. Good looking. Sexy. Or as the British put it... fit. Definitely fit. She smiled to those who looked her way and gave a little wave as she made her way over.<br><br><strong>"Hi! How are you all doing?"</strong> She asked them in her sweet southern accent, that definitely put her over the top as full on American sweetheart.<br><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Interview Questions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>Seated on a stool with a few pictures moving across the screen behind her, was everything they wanted to know about Gwen, from her parents death to where she was now in life. <br><br><em>Give us your name, and tell us what you do.</em><br><br>Gwendolyn but you can call me Gwen -- everybody does. <br><br>I recently have taken a sabbatical from work to do this. I've not had a vacay in.. about 2 and a half years, so they owe me! I'm also a full time student so I couldn't wait for this. Its going to be epic!&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>Describe yourself in three words.</em><br>Loyal, funny, and well I had a friend say I was pretty posh or fit. She's British and I'm still learning the lingo but I think that means I'm nice looking.<br><br><em>Describe what you're like in bed in three words.</em><br>adventurous, submissive, and energetic/active<br><br><em>What was your worst dating experience?</em><br>I've recently (this week will be 6 months, We were together for a year before I decided that I couldn't be with a guy who insisted on being in an "open relationship" or poly-amorous relationship as it was. In other words, he wanted to have his cake and eat it, the cupcakes, the pies, and pastries too.<br><br><em>What is the first thing you notice in someone you fancy?</em><br>The first thing I notice is their eyes and then their hands and their lips. If they can't kiss very well, then I can't be with them. At all. Its a dealbreaker.<br><br><em>How would your ex describe you in three words?</em><br>Picky, modest, and&nbsp; -- it has to be three? *sigh* umm...&nbsp; ride 'em cowgirl?&nbsp; or Spicy... something along those lines<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><em>What should we expect to see from you this summer in the villa?</em><br><br>A very fun, laidback girl with nothing to lose -- well except the game. However, all in all, its a winner for her. Getting to leave for 6 weeks and be immersed into a poolside villa with no media, signs of any other life forms are nigh impossible<br><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 04:59:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/yhI0iAG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samantha Jeuil (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15005952#msg15005952) (pronounced Jewel)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Perth, Australiia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pic related (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRsIRl30aRNT_PJBzJm3sZf0DnKQ-oUe1E73IgBkxNnjTN6H0lt-w)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, All<br><br><hr><br>Samantha stepped out of the jeep and smiled as she breathed in the air. She wasn't quite sure what to make of this whole deal at first, she only submitted her application alongside the rest of her friends on a lark, none of them expected to be chosen but here she was. Making sure to examine her surroundings as she walked up to the villa's front door, she noted the pristine and immaculate decor and environs. "not gonna be that way for long" she thought to herself with a smirk. Sam herself wasn't much of a party girl but knowing the show and those like it, she was sure at least a couple of the guys and fellow girls were, and what better way to kick off the summer and get to know each other than with a raging banger?<br><br>Stepping out into the villa backyard she noticed the group of her fellow contestants and of course their host, despite obviously being one of the last couple people to arrive her smile didn't fade as she found her spot and looked around at everyone "'Ello! I'm Samantha" she said in the typical Australian accent<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hello Love Island people, I'm Samantha Jeuil, and I am an RN at Royal Perth Hospital, If I were to describe myself in three words it would be Friendly, Mysterious, and Fun! if I were to describe myself in bed? uh, can I use the same ones? Haha! <em>she winks into the camera</em> my worst dating experience would be that time a guy brought his dog along, normally that wouldn't have been a problem except he paid way more attention to it than me and then the night ended with the dog peeing on my shoes.. yeah&nbsp; &nbsp;ok well the first thing I notice in people I like is the way they carry themselves. It's kinda a goldilocks thing, can't be too cocky, but cant is a total downer as well. My ex would probably describe me as Challenging, Empathic and a bit weird, but who isn't really? What would I be if I was an alcoholic drink? I dunno i don't drink, A hard cider? I guess? I have no idea. And I hope this summer I can have some fun, meet some interesting people and broaden my experiences</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 14:04:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/618864742422155264/qt3dcgb7_400x400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Caroline Flack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg14999645#msg14999645)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 39<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, England<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://i2-prod.ok.co.uk/incoming/article14325449.ece/ALTERNATES/s615b/1176974_love_island_caroline_flack_dress_86537be1645eab38d782928acce8e1d6)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None - Host of Love Island<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>Caroline waited while the rest of the islanders arrived in the backyard and found their heart shaped cushion. While they were all getting settled in their places, she heard the team of crew members inside, moving heavy suitcases up the stairs and into the middle of the communal bedroom on the second floor. Calmly, she stood with one leg folded in front of the other and smiled at the individual contestants as they made their way to their places, pointing out the heart shaped cushions for those who needed a bit of guidance. <br><br>“Lovely to see you,” she spoke to Grace and Elsa who walked in one right after the other. Her smile was still present when she then spotted Devon and Logan. “Gentleman,” she dipped her head toward them as if in a greeting. The long haired one, Devon, made a remark about getting to couple up with her if they were first to lose. Her brows skyrocketed as she gave Devon a bit of a chastising look. “Naughty, naughty boy, aren’t you?” Rather than answer his question, she merely shook her head, sending her lightly curled, sandy locks bouncing. <br><br>The next girl to walk in shouted for her, which made Caroline’s face light up a little. She giggled and waved at the next islander, gesturing for her to come closer to the others. “Come on over, darling!” The redhead complimented her looks and admonished the telly for not doing her true beauty enough justice. “Oh, stop it, you’re about to make me blush!” She waved a hand in the air as if to dismiss the claims that were just made about her. She continued to silently observe after that point, as Cassie made a comment to the cheeky metal guy and found her spot. <br><br>Caroline shrugged at the comment about spoiling the ladies with the selection of men this season. “I’m afraid that’s not my call so much as it is up to casting.” She revealed, laughing quietly. “But, I must admit it looks like you lot have got quite the selection here, so far.” Of course, there were still more islanders coming in. So, Caroline folded her hands in front of her and popped a hip out slightly, watching as four boys came in one right after the other. She waved at the one who waved first, groaned playfully at the one who gave the birds a cheesy line, nodded and pointed to the cushions when another asked if this was where the party was and smiled at the bashful looking one who wandered in last. <br><br>Then another girl entered, giving Caroline a look of familiarity that she smiled at, followed by another boy who talked about it being an interesting summer. “A long, hot summer.” She remarked, smirking a bit. It was one of her well known catchphrases, after all. Another girl entered, sounding rather excited about the pool and hot tub, followed by another girl who looked like a living, breathing Barbie. A southern Barbie, Caroline decided, after hearing her accent. There was just one more cushion to be filled.<br><br>As if on cue, the final girl walked through the back door and said hello to the rest of them. Caroline smiled at her and gestured to the appropriate cushion. Once everyone was in place, she stepped into the middle and addressed the lot of them. “Here we are!” She clapped her hands together lightly. “You’re all really here, it’s finally happened! You are about to spend your summer here in the Love Island villa. But first, it’s time for the very first coupling ceremony!” She walked down the line of girls cushions, which were facing the boys cushions. At the end of the line, she turned to face them all again. <br><br>“Ladies choose first. So, we’re going to go in order of who arrived at the villa first. That means Grace is first,” Caroline gestured lightly to the silver haired girl, “and it means that Samantha is last.” Caroline waved her hand at Grace. “Let’s get started. Grace, please stand beside me.” She waited until Grace was next to her, then turned to face the boys… as well as the other girls. “If anyone fancies coupling up with Grace, please step forward now.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 14:09:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">First Coupling Ceremony - Grace</span></span><br><br><strong>Grace</strong> stands beside Caroline.<br><br>Immediately, <strong>Corey</strong> steps forward, without hesitation, but definitely with some fidgeting. He nervously speaks up. “Hi Grace… I’m Corey.” <br><br>Another boy steps forward, too. It's <strong>James.</strong> Caroline smiles to them both. “And that is James,” Caroline added for him.<br><br>“Now, Grace, who would you like to couple up with?” Caroline asks, intrigued. “It’s time to choose.” <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 15:31:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.kylegalvin.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/In-the-Frow_Kyle-Galvin_Low-Res_11.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dress in picture and these shoes (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1u5ptcL1TBuNjy0Fjq6yjyXXa7/2019-cute-women-open-toe-high-heels-party-shoes-summer-gladiator-sandals-pink-sandals-wedding-shoes.jpg_640x640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>No one yet</del> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline | All islanders | <em>Corey</em> | Open<br><br><hr><br>Whilst everyone was walking into the backyard and finding their places, Grace smiled at each of them. The girls were gorgeous and the boys were eager. Some of them looked quite like the type of guy that she used to date. But, there was one boy who stood out from the moment his eyes met with hers. He seemed shy and a little reserved, but like he had a good head on his shoulders. Maybe it was just how he looked, and she felt a bit odd making decisions about others without getting to know them at all, but that was sort of the whole point of the first coupling, wasn’t it? It was meant to be based off of physical appearance, almost exclusively. At least at first. <br><br>She chewed on her lower lip while Caroline explained the coupling ceremony a bit more, her heart sinking like an anchor when she heard that she’d be going first. Her breath hitched in her throat and she had to take a big breath of air to try and calm her nerves, before joining Caroline at the front, facing both rows of other islanders. Nervously, she gave everyone a smile, giggling gently when Caroline addressed the others and asked who wanted to step forward for her. Oh, how nerve wracking it was, standing there in front of everyone else and waiting to find out if anyone thought you were attractive enough to couple up with. Grace swallowed hard, then sighed out in relief when she saw one boy step forward straight away.<br><br>And it was the one boy who caught her eye from the start; Corey. She felt her hands shaking and her cheeks turning pink, but Grace tried her best to keep her composure. Corey introduced himself, his nerves palpable, but somehow they comforted her. When another boy stepped forward and Caroline told her his name, she gave him a polite smile,flattered that there were two boys who stepped forward for her. Soon after, the time came for Caroline to remind her that she needed to choose who she’d couple up with. Grace nodded slowly, taking another moment to still her breathing, before deciding that she knew exactly who she’d prefer. After all, an instant spark was a sign, right?<br><br>“I’m going to go with Corey.” Grace pointed to him with her linked together hands. Caroline clapped her hands for them and encouraged Grace to go and stand beside him. Grace was grinning ear to ear as she approached Corey, her cheeks feeling rather hot. “Hi Corey, you’re looking rather dapper,” she complimented, leaning in to kiss both his cheeks, one at a time, as was quite customary with first meetings. When she took her new spot beside him, she realized that their outfits were both matching. They looked like they were a right pair, actually. She giggled gently, wondering if she should reach out to hold his hand or not, as she stood by and watched the others, while the coupling ceremony commenced. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 16:19:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace, Caroline - Mentioned: James<br><br><hr><br>Corey stared from face to face as he waited for...whatever was going to happen to happen.&nbsp; As he did a quick count he realized that there were more arrivals to come (thank god he hadnt been last), and soon enough some more beautiful people trickled in.&nbsp; Like, really, where did they FIND all of these people? Did all these women just work on their bodies constantly?&nbsp; Finding himself almost scanning said bodies, Corey quickly returned his gaze to Caroline in time for her to explain what was going to happen.<br><br>On the one hand, Corey was glad it was the ladies who picked.&nbsp; For one, he didn't want to make any choices, and secondly, what if NONE of them picked him?&nbsp; He could just imagine how his mates would tease him about that happening on world wide TV!&nbsp; Of course, not being picked at all could be just as bad, but at least he could be seen as trying.<br><br><em> I'll keep stepping forward then, until someone picks me.&nbsp; It is not like any of these lovelies would be a bad choice!</em> Corey thought.&nbsp; With that determined in his mind, Corey was quite pleased that the first girl to go was the pretty platinum haired girl.&nbsp; He had DEFINITELY planned to step forward for her anyway.&nbsp; Not only was she gorgeous, but she was very classy in how she was put together.&nbsp; When the time came, Corey jumped forward, maybe a little too quickly.<br><br>Looking out of the corner of his eye, he noted one other fellow step forward, but that was it.&nbsp; Introducing himself, Corey kept it brief, although he wondered if he should plead his case or something.&nbsp; Standing there for what seemed an eternity, Corey nevertheless held his breath in anticipation for rejection #1 when Grace chose….him!<br><br>"Yes!" Corey exclaimed with a fist pump, and then immediately felt bad for the other bloke. "Oops, sorry." He added, looking sheepishly at the host, although he didn't really feel too bad.&nbsp; The guy had a LOT of shots to take still, and Corey had been picked!&nbsp; FIRST!&nbsp; <em> Take that you muscley buggers! </em> he thought.<br><br>When Grace approached to stand beside him at their designated spot, Corey grinned even as he flushed a bit at seeing her up close.&nbsp; He was COUPLED with this girl!&nbsp; When she leaned in to kiss both of his cheeks though, Corey went positively scarlet.&nbsp; "Oh, ah, thanks! You are gorgeous.&nbsp; I mean, your hair is gorgeous. And your dress.&nbsp; And, I mean, you."&nbsp; Stammering out his reply, Corey prayed he'd get better at TALKING as he turned to watch the rest of the first couplings.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 17:20:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/618864742422155264/qt3dcgb7_400x400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Caroline Flack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg14999645#msg14999645)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 39<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, England<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://i2-prod.ok.co.uk/incoming/article14325449.ece/ALTERNATES/s615b/1176974_love_island_caroline_flack_dress_86537be1645eab38d782928acce8e1d6)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None - Host of Love Island<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>Caroline clapped for Grace and Corey, waving her onward to join him at his cushion. She stepped over to Grace’s spot and picked up her cushion, then walked it over and set it down next to Corey’s. “Right, so we’ve got our first couple. Grace and Corey!” She excitedly announced, whilst walking back to her spot at the front of the others, still clapping. <br><br>“Congratulations you two, you look very cute together.” She beamed. “You’re even matching, it looks like!” But, expect the unexpected, right? Just because they were a couple to start didn’t mean they’d be a couple that lasts.<br><br>“Next up, we’ve got Elsa. Come stand over here, darling. It’s your turn.” She waved Elsa over and waited for the blonde girl to join her. “Now, who would like to to couple up with Elsa, here?” Caroline asked the others, perking a brow at the lot of them. “If you’d like to couple up with Elsa, now’s the time to step forward.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 17:22:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">First Coupling Ceremony - Elsa</span></span><br><br><strong>Elsa</strong> stands beside Caroline.<br><br>After Caroline asks who would like to couple up with her, some movement happens.<br><br><strong>Owen, Johnny, Logan and Terry</strong> all step forward for Elsa.<br><br>Caroline introduced each boy to Elsa. <br><br>“Wow, you’ve got a few to choose from, Elsa. Go on then, make your choice and tell us which boy you’d like to couple up with.” </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 18:08:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mlYqNfF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured, sleeveless white button up top, tied at the waist, high waist - off white micro mini skirt, nude 4" heels (https://finestvibes.com/image/cache/catalog/trixy-nude-patent-high-heel-sandals-liliana-leeta-1-nude1-cr-1024x1269.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> no one yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline | Johnny (Norse) | All islanders | Open<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Devon walked in after Elsa and she stared in a bit of awe, in her mind she assumed that most of the men and women on the show would be standard model types, not rock stars. Superficial was the standard for most reality shows. Elsa had no illusions about why she was chosen to be on the show. She had long blond hair and her athletics routine meant that she fit the physical body description, even her profession as both an athlete and personal trainer pegged her as the standard fare for the show. But Devon was pure metal, how did he get in here? Being tall and hot probably had something to do with it.<br><br>It was a parade of hotties, Elsa was glad that she was one of the first to arrive. Although she didn't have the chance to greet everyone at least she could give them all smiles and quiet little hellos as they entered. Most importantly, she got to watch each of them walking in, one by one and see how they reacted or played to the crowd. Watching Cassandra walk in Elsa's heart skipped a beat, she was probably one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen and crazy super model level of tall. She was a damn goddess. Elsa stopped to tuck a bit of hair behind her ear and lowered her head a slight bit. She was pretty sure that she was blushing a little. Being caught checking out one of the other girls on the island probably wasn't going to do her any good.<br><br>Stunned for a bit, she watched each them walk in, one by one, each one as hot as the next as she nodded and said a polite little hello, - Owen did nothing to diminish her blushing - occasionally slipping into Swedish and tossing out a, <strong>"<acronym title="Hello, nice to meet you.">Hej trevligt att träffas.</acronym>"</strong> Which she did when Johnny came onto the scene like he was ready to host a game show or something. Gawd, he was cute. She spoke so quietly you'd have to be looking for it to really hear her. It's not that she was shy, she was just awe struck by it all. Perhaps a bit in shock that this was really happening. Of course that wouldn't stop the mic dangling from her neck from picking up everything. Part the house rules was that they had to wonder around wearing their mics all of the time. It was like wearing a little black necklace with a bulky black pendent - this was going to take a bit of getting used to. <br><br>More people came in. On first impressions, Terry was brash and a little pushy but so good looking - what a contrast to the next boy. Corey was so adorable, she wondered if he really was half as sweet as he looked. She assumed he was chosen as the boy next door type. ... James seemed really nice and whoa was he tall, over a foot taller than herself she guessed. She liked him though, he carried himself with a maturity that she liked. For a moment she thought they made eye contact, or maybe she was just gawking like some school girl. Turning to the pool she did her best to take in the surroundings, noting the decks, hot tub and damn that pool was so big it was everywhere back here. Like a little artificial beach front. Hell the water even rippled from the breezes like tiny waves.<br><br>The last of the women streamed in one after the other. Gwen made her blush too, Elsa tried to tell herself to get that under control. There was no stopping it this time though, Elsa bit her lip and found herself making eye contact with Gwen. A lump caught in her throat as she slipped into Swedish again greeting her with a softly spoken, <strong>"<acronym title="Hello, nice to meet you.">Hej trevligt att träffas.</acronym>"</strong>&nbsp; Mortified at the slip up she took to watching the others come in. When they finally all arrived and lined up, Elsa sighed with relief. Time to let it settle in to her mentally.<br><br>Caroline began the coupling and with another <strong>"Wooo"</strong> that escaped Elsa lips she cheered the ceremony on, finding she even gave a bit of a fist pump. Yes, despite the humiliating blushing earlier she was still really excited to be here. Experience... of... a... lifetime!<br><br>James and Corey stood for Grace and part of Elsa was a bit jealous, hoping inside that she didn't get left staring at a wall of people with no one stepping forward for her. Oh boy, that was panic setting in. Whoa, she'd feel like such a mug if that happened. Now she questioning if she was attractive enough to be here among all these incredible people. No, she refused to let herself think that way. This was like any competition, everyone had those doubts and fears. Questioning your own worthiness was part of it, this was how people psyched themselves out of it. It didn't matter if anyone stepped forward or not because she had already been selected to be here so it was game on. Of course could you even describe relationships as a game, she hazard a guess that it was exactly how the shows producers thought of it all. Overthinking this was going to diminish the experience. <em>Once in a life time,</em> she thought to herself. <br><br>Grace selected Corey and dashed Elsa's hopes of picking the boy. Elsa wore a big grin on her face though. Grace and Corey looked like a perfect couple already, they even matched a bit. It was doubling down on the adorable. Caroline seemed to agree on the matching as well. Elsa could imagine her friends at home watching this and all going, <em>awww</em>, at how cute the two of them were together. <em>Power couple of the season,</em> she thought to herself.<br><br>The big moment had arrived...<br><br>Caroline called out Elsa's name. Taking instruction, she stood up beside Caroline and smiled at her. A bit of wind whipped Elsa's long blond hair around, thankfully the top knot kept it mostly in place. Being vertically challenged, she did feel a bit short standing next to the host out in the open like this. Turning out to the scan the faces of the others, Caroline called on people to step forward. When four boys all stepped forward for her Elsa was shocked, embarrassed, and dumbfounded. This was not what she expected.<br><br><strong>"Caroline, I'm just... I don't even know what to say. Everyone is so beautiful and I mean everyone,"</strong> Elsa said as her eyes also took in the other girls. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, and yes, she even bounced on her toes a couple times before taking a deep breath and opening them again. <strong>"I didn't realize this was going to be so hard."</strong> There was a bit of a dramatic pause that would no doubt be extended in duration by the production team. Elsa pointed at one of the boys. <strong>"I choose Johnny."</strong> She nodded and turned to face Caroline. <strong>"He's got that look that I really like in a man and he's obviously fit. When he came out here he was on it, wasn't he. Yes, definitely, Johnny."</strong> Elsa grinned and squealed again, half covering her face before she regained her composure, smoothed out her skirt and started to move.<br><br>Having a bit of experience in modeling and moving about in heels, Elsa made an easy strut the few steps to close the distance with Johnny. Standing in front of him she looked up into his eyes appreciating just how good looking he was up this close. She whispered,<strong> "Thank you for stepping up for me."</strong> Standing on tip toes she offered to kiss him on both cheeks, following the lead of Grace moments before. After the exchange she was content to slide in beside him, hopefully with his arm around her. Elsa was ready to give this thing her all. That's why she was here.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 20:00:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cb/8e/0f/cb8e0f92c179d46b0d7e3d6c66610bc9.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johnny Boy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> N/A At Present<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa/Caroline<br><br><hr><br>There was a couple of reasons behind the choice. This Elsa was fit and his type to a T. She also had that exotic flair that he so often loved. There was the way she dressed to consider to! Of all the girls in the Villa so far he thought she was the one dressed best. Stepping forward with a few other men he tried not to let it get inside of his head… or worse get himself set off. The name of the game was competition and in this case the lady in front of him was his ticket to win and have a little bit of fun! <br><br>When she chose him his heart clenched in his chest painfully and he visibly relaxed. Just a little bit but enough to show that he had indeed been nervous. He tried to be as much of himself as he could. The cameras were capturing everything and the public was always watching. If they were going to win then they needed to be the favorite couple. <br><br>The charming happy smile didn’t waver from his face as she came up to him. He scented her, nostrils flaring ever so slightly so he could breathe in her scent. He would have loved to have gotten an actual kiss from her but the pecks on the cheek were welcome and he was still buzzing from what she said to him.<br><br>“Any one who wouldn’t step up for you is touched in the head,” He murmured to her as she moved to stand next to him. His arm did indeed loop around her pulling her in without a second thought as he flashed a smile. “With the kind of things she said to me I feel like a very lucky man!” He told them with a cheeky little wink. He also noticed Terry’s eyes tighten ever so slightly and took it as a further win. <br><br>He was well on his way!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 21:52:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/618864742422155264/qt3dcgb7_400x400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Caroline Flack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg14999645#msg14999645)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 39<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, England<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://i2-prod.ok.co.uk/incoming/article14325449.ece/ALTERNATES/s615b/1176974_love_island_caroline_flack_dress_86537be1645eab38d782928acce8e1d6)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None - Host of Love Island<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>Caroline held her breath along with everyone else present as Elsa declared that it was a tough decision for her to make. She braced herself, already knowing that this moment would be elongated by the editing team when the time came. <br><br>Elsa pointed to her choice and said she was picking Johnny. Caroline smirked at the two of them, then gestured for Elsa to stand beside Johnny. “Alright, we’ve got our second couple,” she announced, applauding them both as she made her way over to Elsa’s cushion and picked it up.<br><br>She dropped it in front of Johnny’s cushion, so that they were paired together. “Congratulations, you two. You’re very handsome together.” Caroline grinned broadly, making her way back to the head of the two collections of people. “Now then, let’s move on to our next girl.”<br><br>Caroline waved Cassandra over. “Come on over here, Cassandra.” She waited for the redhead to join her side. “Now, if you’re interested in coupling up with Cassandra, please step forward.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 21:53:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">First Coupling Ceremony - Cassandra</span></span><br><br><strong>Cassandra</strong> stands beside Caroline.<br><br>Caroline asks the others who would like to couple up with her.<br><br><strong>Owen, James and Devon</strong> all step forward.<br><br>Caroline announces each boy's name. <br><br>“Right, Cassandra. You know who fancies you, but you’ve got your choice of any boy. So, who will it be?”</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragongoddess</strong> on <strong>10-08-2019, 01:05:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0e/2d/d1/0e2dd1ed9db57705f548c298ca48f1d5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cassandra Pendragon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006244#msg15006244)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> <br><em>Birth / Childhood:</em> Limerick, Shannon Region, Ireland<br><em>Current:</em> County Down, Northern Ireland / United Kingdom Region, Ireland<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July 2019, England<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Same as in Picture Above &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0e/2d/d1/0e2dd1ed9db57705f548c298ca48f1d5.jpg) with these heels (https://cdn-img.prettylittlething.com/0/8/4/6/0846027d88357f1d17aa8242ef455805fc75ba28_CLU0936_5.JPG), these bangles (https://cdn3.volusion.com/dexlc.mxapd/v/vspfiles/photos/bgh-05-t7kd-S-2.jpg) on her left wrist, this choker (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/6729597/il_fullxfull.307266563.jpg), and this Claddagh ring (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/29/50/66/29506615c6184affc9da50e04f971401.jpg) on her right hand with the tip of the heart pointed <em>away</em> from her hand to symbolize being single<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen Christopher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002076#msg15002076)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> | Caroline Flack |&nbsp; All Islanders | Owen Christopher |<br><hr><br>Cassandra felt her heart drop into her stomach as Caroline announced the order in which the girls would choose their first coupling.&nbsp; She had been the third girl in the door so while she wasn't going to have to pick first, she needed to make a good choice or her first man would mug her off on day one.&nbsp; It was a fear she couldn't help but feel.&nbsp; Looking at the other ladies she had to compete against, she couldn't help but think that for once she really did have some competition.&nbsp; That was a bad thing, she decided.&nbsp; She would have to think smart and quickly.<br><br>As the first two girls were going up, Cassie was sizing up all the gents one by one.&nbsp; First, she had to pick out the guys she didn't think could handle her personality-wise.&nbsp; In that category was Corey who had seemed to sweet, innocent, and shy and James who while handsome seemed too sweet.&nbsp; While Cassandra knew she wanted something different than what she'd found in the past, she seriously doubted that the sweet ones would keep her around very long once they found out how much she could be.&nbsp; She was happy when Grace picked Corey over James who had also stepped forward.&nbsp; The both of them seemed fairly sweet, soft, and like they were made to be together.&nbsp; Half-mindedly, Cassandra clapped for the first pair of the season, only looking away from her line-up for a moment before returning to her analyzing.<br><br>While Elsa went up to pick out her first beau, Cassandra looked to eliminate anyone who she didn't think was a good fit for her based on first appearances.&nbsp; As she looked down the line, she realized there had only been one: Terry.&nbsp; That boy seemed to be a bit of a <acronym title="Its an insult, its describes someone as being a goof or just a bit of a mess in general">pew</acronym>.&nbsp; That could easily turn Cassie off to a guy really quickly.&nbsp; There was also Johnny who Cassandra would have wanted to get to know better before she would be willing to pick him.&nbsp; Sure, he was funny and had made her laugh and blush but something seemed a bit off about him.&nbsp; She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and say that he was just trying too hard because it was his first impression but her gut wouldn't let her right now.&nbsp; Luckily, Elsa made sure Cassie didn't have to worry about that as she decided to choose him.&nbsp; Although, Cassie did take note of who stepped forward for Elsa.&nbsp; More than half of them, including two of the guys she still had on her list: Logan and Owen.<br><br>Unfortunately, she realized she would be next as claps for Elsa and Johnny filled the air.&nbsp; If she had to choose without her mind fully made up, she was still going to look confident doing so, right?&nbsp; When Caroline invited Cassandra to stand beside her, she picked up her own heart, deciding she would be the first to do something unusual.&nbsp; Then when Caroline asked who fancied Cassandra, she shook the heart cushion and bent her knees slightly as if to entice some of the boys into stepping forward.&nbsp; She had to admit that she was disappointed when only three stepped forward, two having already stepped forward for other girls but she didn't let that show.&nbsp; Instead, she had the biggest smile on her face as she looked over the options she had kept on her list and noted that James must have thought he could handle her since she had stepped forward.<br><br><span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Wow!&nbsp; Caroline, I think I might have gotten some of the fittest guys here!"</span></span>&nbsp; She did mean that save for the fact that Logan had decided not to step forward.&nbsp; That was okay though.&nbsp; He didn't know what he was missing out on...but he definitely would find out.&nbsp; Besides, two of her top three choices had stepped forward.&nbsp; There was Owen who was by far the fittest guy in the villa at the moment and even though she didn't know the first thing about him, she thought he might be able to handle her.&nbsp; Problem was he had already stepped forward for Elsa which made Cassie worry that he might step forward for another girl that comes up after her.&nbsp; Plus, she'd have to always wonder if he was going to pie her off for Elsa or some other girl.&nbsp; On the other hand, there was Devon.&nbsp; He definitely didn't have the traditional good looks that girls from this era tended to go for but he was still good looking to Cassandra.&nbsp; Besides, at least she already knew that they had one thing in common: a good taste in music.&nbsp; If she'd met him on the outside, she definitely would have seen where things went for at least one night.&nbsp; Unfortunately, if his outfit really did give away his type, she knew that type too well.&nbsp; She would have to keep watching over her shoulder with him, waiting for him to pie her off whether they were getting on well or not.&nbsp; She wouldn't trust that type of guy as far as she could throw him.<br><br><span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Oh I don't know, Caroline.&nbsp; They're all great choices!&nbsp; I mean how do you choose?"</span></span>&nbsp; She said, covering her face with the cushion.&nbsp; When the cushion came down, her eyes were pinned on Devon.&nbsp; Without answering Caroline's question, she started walking towards him but changed directions last minute and handed the symbol of her heart to Owen instead.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Please take care of that now."</span></span>&nbsp; Cassie pleaded, hoping she had made the right decision but worried that she very well might not have as she kissed each of Owen's cheeks in greeting before stepping to stand in front of him.<br><br>She hoped beyond hope that Devon wouldn't blame her for this.&nbsp; She knew if Owen swapped her out and Devon wasn't picked, she'd definitely pick him next go around but for now, she wanted to get to know Devon without the fear that he was who he looked to be.&nbsp; And she definitely hoped he would keep playing the game.&nbsp; If anyone in here looked like someone she could have a strong friendship with, it was definitely him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>10-08-2019, 02:41:54</strong>
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				<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)[/img]</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> Elsa/Carolyn (mentioning)/Cassandra/Open<br><br><em> Remeber kid, one of those girls calls on you, you answer. Simple as that. Don’t let yourself get put in the fucking meat grinder on day fucking one. The whole country will think you’re some kind of tosser.</em><br><br>Over the years, Owen had learned to let most of what Marty said that wasn’t about a contract or an assignment go in one ear and out the other. But this was new territory, so the words echoed in his ear. Had a camera found him when Elsa chose Johnny, it would likely have captured a bit of frustration on his face. <br><br>He hadn’t stepped forward on Grace. On first impressions, she didn’t seem his type, and first impressions were all he had to go on. Elsa seemed more in line, and then she went a different direction, triggering the slightest bit of annoyance on his part. Owen wasn’t a womanizer, but, he sure didn’t have a lot of experience being a girl’s second (or worse) choice. He was a pro athlete, be it in a niche sport. That designation alone made it relatively easy for him to be the one in the position to do the choosing, not the other way around. <br><br>The pace of this was less rapid than the cameras allowed, with small breaks for the professionals setting and lighting taking a few minutes between contestant choices to reposition things. That left Owen just enough time to stew and recover from said stewing, realizing that it was still early in the process and that he had plenty of opportunity. <br><br>He didn’t have to wait long. <br><br>Cassandra took to him, the tall redhead essentially letting him off the hook by offering her heart to him. He wasn’t blind though-he’d seen her eyes fixing on another contestant as she approached the group of men. His eyebrows raised a bit when she presented him with her heart, as he’d already resigned himself to another round of meat-market-style nonsense based on the path she was cutting across the patio. <br><br>He recovered quickly, a smile curling the corners of his mouth as he took the symbol from her and accepted the offered kisses. As she turned in front of him, the taller, larger man placed a hand on her shoulder and bowed his head to whisper, his New Zealand accent a bit heavy “Happy to take care of that, Cassandra. Thanks for thinking me worthy of your company.” He did his best to keep his grip light, hoping to let her know that he was there and not planning to bail for someone else, but not make her feel like he was trying to take possession of her. <br><br>Owen looked back up, the heart in one hand, Cassandra’s shoulder in the other. He smiled at Carolyn and nodded, mouthing that he was good to go. He meant it. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>10-08-2019, 03:10:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/618864742422155264/qt3dcgb7_400x400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Caroline Flack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg14999645#msg14999645)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 39<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, England<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://i2-prod.ok.co.uk/incoming/article14325449.ece/ALTERNATES/s615b/1176974_love_island_caroline_flack_dress_86537be1645eab38d782928acce8e1d6)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None - Host of Love Island<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>“Surely you can think of some way to make your decision, Cassandra.” Caroline’s head tilted as she watched it play out with Cassie’s turn. She had her fun playing it up, but whether or not that was for the cameras, the hostess couldn’t be sure. Only time would tell with things like that. And it would tell, for all of the world to see. <br><br>“They certainly are all very fine choices.” She obliged, rocking on the tips of her toes for a moment. When the feisty redhead made up her mind, she took her heart shaped cushion with her and handed it to the boy that she seemingly chose. “Ooh, alright. So, I believe we have got our third couple…?” Caroline half asked.<br><br>When Owen looked back to her and nodded his head, she got her confirmation. “Very good! Congratulations to you both.” She clapped her hands while cheering them on. “These couples are looking good. Very, very good, might I say.” Caroline shook her hands out and righted her head, looking to the next girl. <br><br>“Right, Rhonda, it’s your turn. Come on up here, and let’s see about this.” Caroline waited for Rhonda to step up beside her, then regarded the others again. “If you’d like to couple up with Rhonda, please step forward now.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>10-08-2019, 03:13:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">First Coupling Ceremony - Rhonda</span></span><br><br><strong>Rhonda</strong> stands beside Caroline.<br><br>Caroline asks the others who would like to couple up with her.<br><br><strong>Terry and Logan</strong> both step forward.<br><br>Caroline announces the boys by name. <br><br>“Rhonda, the choice is yours. You could pick anyone here. Who would you like to couple up with?”</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>10-08-2019, 08:13:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SuE32Mj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Montreal, Quebec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 - Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (https://i.imgur.com/ZbaqeGj.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">TL;DR</div><div class="spoiler_body">Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline Flack &amp; Co.<br><br><hr><br>Standing there, hand-over-hand in front of her, Rhonda watched the proceedings with uncharacteristic patience. It was as if a sensory overload fried her brain and she couldn't do anything else aside from what she was told. At the center of two groups of males and females was a stunning and charismatic host. Someone who has been here before and knew what to expect. It was her job, after all, but still. The composure in this completely fabricated situation made Rhonda self-conscious about every move she made. So she made none.<br><br>There was a number of people that had come in after Rhonda, though many of them joined her on the same side of Caroline, which didn't take her attention away from the mass of boys already assembled. She was blatantly eyeing them, sizing each and every one of them up as a potential partner in this game. Only in the sense that if she was going to be attached to the hip with one of these boys, he was going to be a pleasure to look at. The problem, however, was that none of them were really a strain on the eyes.<br><br>Caroline looked to have come up with a solution for Rhonda in getting the show started. Literally. Having the fourteen of them together now, the hostess explained that it was boys to show interest first, girls to choose her not-yet-Significant-Other second, and it will be done in order of arrival. Rhonda eyed the other girls around her, trying to remember exactly who had come in before or after her. In a what seemed like a heartbeat, it was suddenly her turn to couple up.<br><br>Snapping back to reality [OOC:Ooh, there goes gravity], Rhonda caught on that there were now three couples standing in front of her and four single guys. The cushions that were once apart in those couples were now together. Cute. Thinking she was meant to, Rhonda bent down at the knee to grab her own plushy name and made her way over to Caroline. She smiled brightly toward the predominately male crowd with her cushion held in front of her, snuggled up between her arms and her taut tummy. Her heels clicked together again as she stood up straight, doing her darnedest to seem presentable as Caroline requested those that were interested in a real Asian-Canadian, please stand up. Please stand up. Please stand up. [OOC:That doesn't make sense but I couldn't resist TWO Eminem references in a single paragraph.]<br><br>Among the seven there, two had stepped forward. Rhonda had to make an effort not to arch a brow at the display or tilt her head to the side in a quizzical manner. She succeeded in the first, but there was no denying the half-tilt. Still, her smile persisted and, thinking on it for a moment, it made sense that the boys who were already happily coupled wouldn't want to rock their newly crafted boat by stepping over the edge for her. Okay, fine. Everyone gets this one.<br><br>Rhonda looked over both of her reality TV-show suitors as much as she could in the brief moment she had. Both were taller than her, which was something that she deeply preferred in men. It was never a deal breaker but it did warm her heart and her... soul when that was the case. Terry had an intensity to him that was on full display. It was hard to ignore when he had nothing on save for a pair of swim trunks. Logan was, first of all, more clothed than Terry. There was an intensity about him, too, though it was more of a smoldering one to Rhonda. The words wouldn't make any sense of spoken aloud, but in the moment, they made complete sense to her. The thought of picking from an existing couple or those that didn't fancy her did cross her mind, but that would just be plain awkward and an awful move on day one.<br><br>Peeking over at Caroline, who was looking back at her expectantly, Rhonda huffed out a sharp breath, then inhaled slowly before speaking. "Holy. You guys aren't making this very easy for anyone right off the bat, eh?" The Canadianism wasn't on purpose. "I think-" she turned back to the crowded side of people and exchanged glances at the two that had fancied her. There was a conscious effort to smile as warmly as she could at each of them individually. "I think I'll bunk up with Logan! There's something about flip flops that really get me."<br><br>Rhonda, Queen of the Misdirect, took her cue to stand by her would-be partner in this villa. Her steps got shorter the closer she got to him, right until she placed her cushion beside Logan's. Seeing him up close now, she sighed in subtle relief that he was just as attractive from a foot or so away as across the width of the pool. A dimpled smile was offered to the tall, dark haired man before she spun on a heel to take the space between his arm and his torso. He could easily give her a half-hug in this position and she could wrap an arm around his back as they stood, but she wasn't going to be the first one to make a move.<br><br>"I'm really glad you made it so easy to pick you," Rhonda said to Logan with the slightest nestle of the back of her head against him. "This is going to be fun!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>10-08-2019, 14:17:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://em.wattpad.com/75daf37dc42a40fd832b7dec84c246eb0a430ec8/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6a566f4f4c4d307a68625f352d773d3d2d3138333330313834342e313435363937303763646363376431372e706e67)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same tank in picture, and fitted blue jeans with these sandals (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0069/7692/products/Hari_Mari_Parks_Men_Sandals_Gray_Navy_01.jpg?v=1524688687)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda Bouchard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone | Rhonda | Open<br><br><hr><br>Logan wasn’t used to this sort of environment. Not that anyone at the villa was. But, it felt so strange to him to step forward as a means of marking his interest in a girl. And he had already done so once before for a girl who picked someone else. When he noticed another guy step forward, he cocked his head subtly to glance at who it was. It was another guy who stepped forward for the other girl that Logan had stepped forward for. <br><br><em>‘Hm. Apparently we have similar taste.’</em> He thought to himself.<br><br>Logan turned his attention back to the front of the two lines, where Caroline was stood next to Rhonda, who he couldn’t deny was a beautiful girl. Frankly, all of the girls were beautiful. But, to him, it was a matter of who he thought he’d do well in the villa with, as a couple. The redhead, Cassie, was another beautiful girl, but for some reason, Logan got a bit of a vibe off of her just based on first impressions. <br><br>Again, this was all only based on appearances. Which wasn’t the fairest way to make a decision about someone. But, he supposed that’s why this show made good telly. After Rhonda complained to Caroline about how difficult the decision would be, Logan met her gaze and smiled back at her. He thought about saying something, but because it was such an oddly new experience for him, he wasn’t quite sure what to say.<br><br>She chose him then, making a remark about his sandals that made him chuckle. “I hope that isn’t the only reason. Otherwise I’ll need to buy a dozen more pairs of sandals.” He joked, chuckling as Rhonda came over to stand beside him, after placing her cushion beside his. She leaned in to say she was glad that he made it so easy to get chosen, which made Logan’s grin elongate a bit further. <br><br>“You made it easy for me to step up.” He revealed, slowly slinking his arm around the small of her back and resting his hand loosely against her hip. She fit against him gently and commented about the experience being a fun one. “I certainly hope so.” He chuckled before turning back to look at Terry and giving him a look of commiseration. Finally, he turned back to look at Caroline, who announced them as an official couple. Logan smiled - it felt good to be chosen. Especially by such a beautiful girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>10-08-2019, 14:24:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/618864742422155264/qt3dcgb7_400x400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Caroline Flack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg14999645#msg14999645)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 39<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, England<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://i2-prod.ok.co.uk/incoming/article14325449.ece/ALTERNATES/s615b/1176974_love_island_caroline_flack_dress_86537be1645eab38d782928acce8e1d6)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None - Host of Love Island<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>Caroline wore a smile that was difficult to contain when Rhonda mentioned that they weren’t making these choices easy on anyone straight out of the gates. Sure, the first coupling was difficult. But quite frankly, it was nothing compared to some of the other decisions that the lot of them would have to face over the next six weeks. Assuming they lasted that long. <br><br>“Certainly not easy, but you can do it Rhonda.” She encouraged. It didn’t take the Canadian girl much longer than that to announce who she was choosing to couple up with. “There we are. We’ve got our fourth couple and we’re more than halfway through!” She clapped her hands together for them. “Logan and Rhonda, everybody!” <br><br>She turned to look at the line of remaining girls and waved Cleo over. “Right, now it is Cleo’s turn. Come on over, just here, next to me.” Waiting a beat, she let Cleo reach her, then addressed the rest of the others. “If you fancy coupling up with Cleo, please step forward now.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>10-08-2019, 14:30:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">First Coupling Ceremony - Cleo</span></span><br><br><strong>Cleo</strong> stands beside Caroline.<br><br>Caroline asks the others who would like to couple up with her.<br><br>...<br><br>Unfortunately, <strong>no one</strong> steps forward.<br><br>Caroline looks around at the boys, and then at the girls. <br><br>“No one?” She questions. “Oof, tough break, Cleo.” Caroline carried on, though. <br><br>“Well, the choice is still yours, Cleo. You’ve got the power. So, who would you like to choose to couple up with?”<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mature Desires</strong> on <strong>11-08-2019, 16:36:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/B5cDpxkCUAAz0ed.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cleo Balleta (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004245#msg15004245)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Manila, Phillipines <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, Black mini dress with rips in it, black mesh heels &nbsp;(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BqOVGJACEAETHWm.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Devon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open | Caroline | Devon<br><br><hr>Cleo smiled and clapped along with the other guests as she watched each girl walk up and then choose the suitor(s) that stepped forward. It was hard to decide which guy was best to start out with. They all looked drop dead gorgeous and the other ladies certainly made it hard to stand out just based on looks. Everyone seemed to have something about them that stood out and it was going to be quite an interesting experience. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and Cleo needed be smart about her picks. Her mind was already running a mile a minute as she looked at each suitor and imagined herself with him over the next few weeks. It was hard to find any flaw with any of them and she knew once they got to know her they would probably want to spend more time with her as well. Cleo had to wonder about the other women and what they brought to the game and how well they could flirt and work their magic. Cleo was good, but no pro and she had not been dating in a while. <br><br>As she watched Rhonda make her decision and move next to her man, Cleo could feel her heart beginning to race a bit faster. As they had gone down the line she realized that she was next. When Caroline called her up Cleo's eyes went wide and she took a deep breath. Walking forward she joined Caroline on the stage and faced the remaining group. As Caroline announced for anyone to step forward Cleo held her breath. This was the moment of truth and she had been feeling quite anxious as she watched at least 2 or 3 men step forward for each of the women before her. As no one stepped forward and Caroline announced that no one had Cleo felt like she had been punched in the gut. That feeling you get in a car when you drive up a hill and go down the other end too fast and feel your stomach in your throat, that was what Cleo felt. Her eyes only seemed to go wider as what she had expected to happen didn't and she was caught off guard.<br><br>While she tried her best to play her poker face and not show her initial emotions the cameras sure captured the tenseness in her face and how uneasy she suddenly felt. "Oh wow.. umm not what I expected to happen.." she said sheepishly to Caroline and then looked at the remaining guys and then over at the three couples chosen already. Her eyes wandered from man to man. Why didn't anyone step forward? She thought to herself as she began to run through the things about her as to why the men hadn't chosen her. Was she too short? Too ethnic? Too much like the other girls? Cleo was running through a thousand questions why, but in the end it didn't really matter. At this point Cleo needed to answer quickly and make a move. The longer she waited the more awkward it would get. Cleo really didn't want to seem like the outcast. <br><br>"Well I know this stage is mostly based on just people going off of looks, but I know some of these guys are missing out on what they don't know just yet.." she winked at Caroline and a nearby camera capturing her facial reactions. Cleo was trying her best to play it cool and confident. Walking forward towards the remaining members she focused her attention on the rocker Devon. Holding out her heart for him "You shouldn't be so quick to judge a book by it's cover.. I'm sure you wouldn't mind hearing about the stories I have of all the metal concerts I had to go with my older brother to. The guys from Morbid Angel and Testament have both babysat me when I was 8 or 9 and my older brother played on stage with his band in the Philippines." She winked at Devon and then moved next to him. <br><br>Taking a sigh of relief her few moments of fame so far had come and gone, but it had felt like a roller coaster of a ride. This was going to be quite a experience and Cleo wondered how she was going to get on with the man she had just chosen. He was not her typical guy she would have initially gone for, but Cleo believed it was wrong just to make a decision so quickly based on looks. Cleo also wondered if she would still be with Devon by the end of the competition or however long she lasted in the show. Cleo smiled at Caroline and then turned her attention to the next girl to walk up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>12-08-2019, 04:15:28</strong>
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				<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> 1 July, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black leather jacket, sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), denim jeans, black boots, and a DTP Ziltoid t-shirt (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0110/6296/8401/products/5c403ba1fc683c57845ae7c0-original_1024x1024@2x.jpg?v=1564756720)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cleo | All Islanders | Open<br><br><hr><br>It was quite a parade of characters after Devon’s arrival. He stood in his spot, hands in his pockets, chewing his gum as he gazed at the different men and women coming in. The first one (Logan) was certainly the quiet sort, but had the looks that could pull it off. When a man was handsome like that but spoke little, women would often project the fantasy of “mystery” onto him. In the end, he was just a guy. Devon didn’t mind that, though. To him, Logan was forgettable.<br><br>The fiery redhead, on the other hand, sure made her presence known. Overly enthusiastic is certainly how he’d describe her. Nevertheless, he smirked at her heels, even if the spikes looked like they were designed for the bad guy from Super Mario Bros. It was her comment on his shirt that truly arched his eyebrow, though.<br><br>"Nice shirt!&nbsp; You ever heard <em>'The Boys Are Back In Town'</em> by Thin Lizzy?"<br><br>Devon couldn’t suppress the chuckle from her words. A band that wasn’t on the current Billboard Top 40! That was better than he’d have assumed from just about any contestant that would be on here.<br><br>“I mean, I have seen Toy Story,” he replied, though the comment was swiftly swallowed up by her attention to their hostess. He was starting to wonder if she was just an endless bundle of energy as she then asked how everyone was doing. No one had a chance to reply before the doors opened once more, and… well, speaking as a bartender, the fellow (Owen) sure looked as if he could use a drink. Another man of few words, he seemed unreasonably nervous despite the fit shape he was in. The loose button of his denim shirt? Yeah, that bit of cheese caused Devon to grin in amusement. The grin was swiftly replaced with an expression of near disbelief, however, as the next guy came in. Once more he lowered his sunglasses, but more to see if this guy (Johnny) was for real.<br><br><em>Your name is now finger-guns,</em> the metalhead thought to himself. The man was so clearly fake and artificial, the sort that pretended to be the life of the party that would show women a life of adventure, that the only surprise was the <em>absence</em> of finger-guns. If he was somehow able to keep it up long enough to get married, he’d become so boring his new wife would inevitably start giving it up to the mailman just so she could <em>feel</em> something again. This guy was the sort of New Jersey trash that washed up on New York’s streets all the time, lookin’ to score sexy girls and then discard them in the gutter. It was written in that smile, in those awful lines, and the forced amount of energy required to pretend he was the most interesting man in the world.<br><br>He replaced his shades as the man extended his hand to the others, pretending to be good-natured, but Devon didn’t trust a single second of it. He just shrugged and resumed chewing his gum. “Not my hand, man,” he said. “I got the curse of the gypsy, I’ll bring you bad luck.” He flashed his teeth in a big grin, just as artificial as the man’s before he looked back to the door for the next entrant.<br><br>Devon’s jaw went slack, any genuine or artificial smile wiped off his face as he watched Captain America (Terry) run on in wearing nothing but a pair of swim shorts. American flag swim shorts. <em>Should I call you Steve Rogers or Trump?</em> he contemplated, though he’d honestly have to find out what sort of fellow he really was. At the very least, his enthusiasm was sincere. So he was already one point towards Steve, as opposed to Finger-guns over there.<br><br>The metal contestant ran a hand through his hair, suppressing a sigh of disappointment in his fellow men. Granted, they weren’t all bad, but none of them were just… <em>real</em>, man. That is, until the next fellow (Corey)&nbsp; stepped up. Devon smiled once again, but only because he saw the type all too well. <em>You’re Gilligan,</em> his brain chirped. It was not an insult at all, as the bartender from New York had seen plenty of fellows just like him. Stepping out of their comfort zone, wanting to try something new, but held back by all the questions and doubts that plagued him. Many of which were put upon him by society. The same thing that told Silent Haircut down the line that he’d look better if he resembled every other male model in a copy of Cosmo was now telling this kid that he couldn’t measure up.<br><br>All these types needed was a proper guide. A Gandalf, if you will, to introduce them to some music with <em>real</em> testicles, get them some kick-ass leather jackets and butt-whipping boots. Soon enough they developed enough confidence to become some of New York’s Most Wanted Pussy Slayers. <em>Oh yes, Frodo, Gandalf shall reveal unto you the secret to mad pussy slaying.</em><br><br>After that seemingly endless parade of penis, a woman finally stepped through the doors (Rhonda). She looked to be dressed in a nightgown disguised as a dress, one that showcased her flesh nicely. She was quiet, however, and didn’t really stand out beyond her nice looking rack. She could be cool, but she could be relying on her tits because there was nothing else to her. Stepping in after her was another fellow, looking awfully generic himself aside from that crewcut on his head.<br><br><em>You’re Jarhe-</em><br><br>“Hello everyone, I'm James.”<br><br>...huh. Dude actually introduced himself. Come to think of it, Devon never introduced <em>him</em>self. Just took it for granted, what with the names written on these totally lame heart pillows and all. He hadn’t even been keeping track of what each woman was named. Well, guess this guy’s name was James, and that was that! So we had Silent Haircut, Quiet Muscle, Finger-guns, Captain Trumperica, Gilligan, and James.<br><br>Yeah, that worked.<br><br>The next woman (Cleo) announced herself by immediately calling attention to the hot tub and pool, a potential tactic to get the male guests envisioning her in a bathing suit. Or, she could simply be interested in taking a dip! Yet the tactically placed “rips” in her dress indicated she was interested in showing off, and boy howdy did she have a posterior to be shown off. <em>And your name is badonkadonk,</em> he grinned internally. Almost immediately after came another woman, a blonde number this time wearing… were those overalls? Pure denim overalls? Huh, that’s kind of co-<br><br><strong>"Hi! How are y’all doing?"</strong><br><br>Oh God, at best she listens to Kid Rock…<br><br>The final entrant finally stepped forward, and she… well, aside from the Aussie accent, she was just kind of… plain. Which wasn’t always a bad thing. Leather jacket and a white t-shirt, with a cute enough face but absolutely <em>nothing</em> to indicate what her real personality was. He'd seen plenty of her come into the bar, and they came in all flavors of personality. He'd need an actual conversation to determine what she was like, and unfortunately he didn't have that kind of time.<br><br>As Caroline explained the rules of the game -- even though they’d already been briefed on the proceedings -- his eyes scanned the different women. He had to step forward, huh? Well, that’s the impression they gave, but if he wanted he could just stand there and step forward for no one. It would certainly mark him as a rebel, and if he wanted to get booted off the island as soon as possible that was the best choice. But while Devon really didn’t want to be here, he didn’t want to just go home without trying, either. After all, what fun would it be to the guys back home if he didn't at least raise some Hell, eh?<br><br><em>Guess it’s you, Red,</em> he thought to himself. She had engaged directly with him, and brought up a band that wasn’t actually horrible. Not to his taste, but certainly an inspiration to later metal bands that would arise. So even if it was the most radio-played of their tracks, it was <em>something</em>, which was more than any other girl in the line-up was able to really offer him in terms of appeal to personality. Plus, koopa shoes!<br><br>So he observed as Platinum head, Grace, stepped forward first. She had given no real indication of personality before, but he had also arrived after her. The cost of arriving first, he supposed. Now she seemed the shy and nervous type, which is why his mouth spread into a wide grin when she chose Gilligan. <em>Hell yeah! Got your Mary-Ann already!</em> he thought, his applause genuine. He was shocked, actually, at how the two looked together. <em>Worry not, young padawan</em>, he thought in Yoda's voice, <em>Ways of the force I will teach you.</em><br><br>Then came the whoo girl, who had continued to go whoo, and who was evidently named Elsa. She certainly had a nice body, and her personality was certainly… <em>whoo</em>... but seeing the other fellows that stepped forward? Not a lot of variety between 'em from Devon's perspective, but maybe he'd get a sense of her real taste in a man.<br><br>...and it was <em>the worst possible taste she could have picked</em>. His jaw went so slack the gum nearly fell out. She bought it. She bought the facade hook, line, and sinker. She chose the most artificial of the lot. <em>Whelp, have fun with that,</em> he thought, turning back to the row of women and resuming his gum chewing. Next was it. Red. The only woman he’d be stepping forward for. This would be her moment of truth. So he stepped forward, his smile still on his face as he tossed his hair back, and watched her approach…<br><br>...and then veer away and hand her heart cushion to Quiet Muscle instead. “Oh ho ho!” he said, eyes crunched tightly shut but his mouth spread in a smile. He said nothing more, but everything about that move just told him he took a chance on a <em>cruel</em> one. Intentionally misdirecting everyone like that, an effort to play with his heart as she played the camera... yeah, he gave her a chance, and she flopped it so hard.<br><br><em>Too bad, Red,</em> he thought, and stepped back in place. At least he wasn’t Finger-Guns.<br><br>For a moment he reconsidered his stance to step forward for only one girl, but as his eyes reviewed who remained, he realized that the only other one that gave <em>any</em> sort of potential compatible vibe was the last one. The Plain Jane. So, may as well stick to his guns and be the last one chosen. He watched as the next woman, Rhonda in the Fancy Nightgown, stepped forward and nervously selected Silent Haircut.<br><br>The real shock came for Cleo, however. He looked to the other guys, and even those remaining failed to step forward. <em>What the Hell?</em> He turned back towards her and almost stepped forward. This must have been humiliating for her. True, the other girls had already chosen plenty of fellows, but there were what, two others left? Did Captain America and James seriously not want some of that badonkadonk? What the Hell were their factors of choice that made her undesirable? <em>Dude, step forward, don't let her be humiliated,</em> one half of him said. <em>Wouldn't it be just as humiliating to her if the only reason you stepped forward was pity?</em><br><br>Fuck.<br><br>So he stood his ground, feeling like a heel. He followed her movements as she walked down the line, and... stopped before him.<br><br><strong>"You shouldn't be so quick to judge a book by it's cover.. I'm sure you wouldn't mind hearing about the stories I have of all the metal concerts I had to go with my older brother to. The guys from Morbid Angel and Testament have both babysat me when I was 8 or 9 and my older brother played on stage with his band in the Philippines."</strong><br><br>Devon couldn't help but smile and chuckle as he took hold of the heart, listening to those words of hers. <em>Citation needed,</em> he thought to himself. <em>Fucking members of Morbid Angel and Testament were too damn old and taking care of their own grand-kids when you were 8 or 9.</em> He was skeptical over the facts of her story, but hey, she at least <em>knew</em> 'em. It's possible her older brother <em>did</em> play on stage. However, she also said that she <em>had</em> to go to those concerts with her older brother, meaning it wasn't by choice. She had knowledge, but did she have taste?<br><br>These thoughts flashed by in a couple of seconds, but the smile never left his face. He was a rebel, but he didn't want to step on her heart by calling her a liar <em>after</em> she just had no one step forward for her. He wasn't going to give the cameras the satisfaction of that drama. So, instead, he playfully gnawed on the heart cushion with a snarl before pulling it away, with an "I'm just kidding" chuckle.<br><br>"Can't say you're wrong about the cover judging," he said, tossing the cushion in the air and catching it as he offered his other arm for her to wrap hers around. "Lookin' forward to pickin' your brain."<br><br>He then looked up at Caroline and gave a nod, as if to say <em>Yeah, I'm cool with this. Let's keep rolling.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>12-08-2019, 05:47:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/618864742422155264/qt3dcgb7_400x400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Caroline Flack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg14999645#msg14999645)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 39<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, England<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://i2-prod.ok.co.uk/incoming/article14325449.ece/ALTERNATES/s615b/1176974_love_island_caroline_flack_dress_86537be1645eab38d782928acce8e1d6)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None - Host of Love Island<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>It was always a bit awkward and uncomfortable when no one steps forward for someone else. But, it seems to happen every series. Inevitably, there is at least one person who feels left out. But, Caroline was sure that those feelings wouldn’t last forever. Not with so many new arrivals planned to come in and shake things up.<br><br>Still, it was a relief that Cleo took it all so well. Maybe that was just for the cameras and a breakdown was imminent. Caroline would just have to watch like everyone else to find that bit out. She happily applauded the new couple. “Lovely! Another new couple! So, Cleo and Devon make fifth couple of the series. Which means, we’re nearly done with the first coupling ceremony.”<br><br>Caroline giddily bounced in place. “Up next we have Gwen. If you could join me up here.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>12-08-2019, 05:49:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">First Coupling Ceremony - Gwen</span></span><br><br><strong>Gwen</strong> stands beside Caroline.<br><br>Caroline asks the others who would like to couple up with her.<br><br><strong>James and Terry</strong> both step forward. <br><br>Caroline informs Gwen of their names, and reminds her that she can choose anyone she wants to couple up with. <br><br>“Right. So, Gwen. Who will you choose?”<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>12-08-2019, 18:46:23</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/8ca9aa1b3dc1dbd5c1cf8768476290b8/tumblr_pvp2nnifWj1rjiw4so4_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (http://CS URLhttps://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No One Yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> James, Caroline, Terry and all the other guys (mentioned)<br><br><hr><br>She didn't much care if he was fit or not, but this was Love Island so they were flavors bound to be fit, perfect specimens in varying.&nbsp; There were a few of those she liked but she was satisfied with getting to know one of these two as well. It would be a dick move to pick one of the ones already chosen. Brushing back a long blonde hair behind one ear she tilted her head a little and bit her lip slightly tasting the strawberry lip gloss there. She took in a long deep breath then asked James a question.<br><br><strong>"Why are you here in Love Island? Never mind that, I'll ask again later"</strong><br><br>She remember that the producers and such had told them not to ask questions during the choosing ceremony.&nbsp; realized that they shouldn't ask anything, deciding to just take the plunge and just choose one. <strong>I chose James."</strong><br><br>She let out a held breath and stood there moving off one foot, then the other. it was hot out there and she wished she had worn her bikini cuz that pool looked inviting.Looking back to James she gave him a smile that said I am curious about you. <strong>"I want to get to know him because he has something he needs. You can see it in his eyes. He is so fit as well. I guess I'll see more of him later."</strong> She stands by Caroline giving her 'I'm sorry' look.<br><br>Glancing to Terry she felt almost uneasy but drawn to him still. He seemed very aggressive and dominant. An Alpha Male for sure.That scares her a bit. She doesn't trust them. But James, he had a look like he's out here just taking a chance, not really choosing to be here but taking the chance that you might find it. That is why she chose him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>12-08-2019, 21:42:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GexPvLL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Harding (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004164#msg15004164)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight <br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stilwater, MN, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What you see in the pic (http://Outfit URL)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Gwen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br><hr><br>James stood and watched as the other contestants joined the ones already there in the circle. He seemed to have been one of the last few to arrive as three women also made their way to the growing crowd.<br><br>Soon the small-talk, such that it may be, ceased as the cameras refocused and doubled down (if that was even possible) on the filming as the choosing ceremony begun. Immediately James decided to step forward along with another guy, Corey, for Grace. Even though he wasn't picked he smiled as he stepped back and flashed Corey a thumbs up. He didn't begrudge them, they did look rather cute together. The ceremony continued like that until he stepped up again for a feisty redhead with a Scottish lilt, She had seemed intense sure, but fun, and he knew he could probably use some lightening up lately. <br><br>And then came the poor girl who had no one step up, Upon realizing, James felt great shame. "That poor girl," he thought, but remained unmoved in his actions, cruel perhaps, but the two of them were just so woefully incompatible based on these first impressions, though she was hot. And then came Gwen, by that point, if he was honest with himself, he had started to fear that he would be the runt of the litter, so to speak, last to be picked, or being picked by default, surely didn't bode well for his chances. Which upon looking back on the night later, he would be surprised that he had so quickly gotten into the spirit of things, given the somewhat begrudging nature of his involvement in the first place. <br><br>&nbsp;"Why are you here in Love Island? Never mind that, I'll ask again later" &nbsp;Gwen said and then seemed to promptly make up her mind, choosing him. I want to get to know him because he has something he needs. You can see it in his eyes. He is so fit as well. I guess I'll see more of him later." &nbsp;suffice it to say James was shocked at hearing that, to be read so easily. and he gave a smile and an overly exaggerated bow to her and he received her "heart" before bending down to whisper to her quickly before the show continued on "Believe me I must've asked myself that question five times just standing here"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>12-08-2019, 23:11:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/618864742422155264/qt3dcgb7_400x400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Caroline Flack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg14999645#msg14999645)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 39<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, England<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://i2-prod.ok.co.uk/incoming/article14325449.ece/ALTERNATES/s615b/1176974_love_island_caroline_flack_dress_86537be1645eab38d782928acce8e1d6)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None - Host of Love Island<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>Caroline had opened her mouth, about to interject when Gwen decided to ask James why he chose to come to Love Island, but then the blonde haired beauty dismissed her question and decided she would ask it later on. The host nodded, smiling at the pair as Gwen walked over to James, after choosing him. She clapped her hands for the new couple, still just as giddy as when they had begun. <br><br>“So that makes Gwen and James our sixth couple!” Caroline announced, happily. “Now, we’re onto our last islander, everybody. Samantha, please step over here.” She waited for the final single girl to join her side. Then, pointing out the guys, she reminded everyone. “We’ve got just one single person left, and that is Terry. So, Samantha, who will you choose?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>12-08-2019, 23:13:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">First Coupling Ceremony - Samantha</span></span><br><br><strong>Samantha</strong> stands beside Caroline.<br><br>Caroline asks the others who would like to couple up with her.<br><br>...<br><br>However, <strong>no one</strong> steps forward. <br><br>The choice is still Samantha’s to make. “You’ve still got the power to choose, Samantha. So, who will you couple up with?”<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>12-08-2019, 23:52:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/yhI0iAG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samantha Jeuil (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15005952#msg15005952) (pronounced Jewel)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Perth, Australiia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pic related (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRsIRl30aRNT_PJBzJm3sZf0DnKQ-oUe1E73IgBkxNnjTN6H0lt-w)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, All<br><hr><br>Samantha hopped forward as she joined Caroline at the front. She was disappointed sure that nobody had stepped up, but she figured that if any of the other guys would've originally they probably wouldn't have wanted to risk the wrath of their closest companion for the next couple weeks on stepping up after they had already been chosen. <br><br>"well, yous drongos don't know what your missing I'd say. Corey is a cutie for sure but he and Grace are too adorbs! I don't wanna make any ways, Terry may seem a bit of a root rat but he seems alright." She nods and tosses her pillow at him as she walks to stand beside him "now we gonna piss up or what?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>13-08-2019, 04:26:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/618864742422155264/qt3dcgb7_400x400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Caroline Flack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg14999645#msg14999645)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 39<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, England<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://i2-prod.ok.co.uk/incoming/article14325449.ece/ALTERNATES/s615b/1176974_love_island_caroline_flack_dress_86537be1645eab38d782928acce8e1d6)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None - Host of Love Island<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>When no one stepped forward for Samantha, Caroline frowned and pouted animatedly. She sympathized for Samantha, but then again, that sort of thing was expected to happen to the last person in line. Thankfully, things were quickly smoothed over when she picked the final single guy, Terry. Caroline glanced over at Corey and Grace after Samantha mentioned that he was a cutie, but didn't want to cause any waves. <em>‘Hmm, well that’s interesting.’</em> She thought to herself. <br><br>Well, with the new couple standing side by side, Caroline applauded for them, noticing that Terry actually looked rather happy, despite not stepping forward for her. Perhaps he was wiling to give it a shot after all. “Brilliant! Now we’ve got our seven couples! So, everyone in a couple will be sharing a bed. And at the next couples ceremony, the boys will be the ones choosing who they’d like to couple up with. Also, if you’re single by the end of the next couples ceremony, then you will be dumped from the island.” <br><br>Caroline took a step away from the couples who were all lined up along the grass of the backyard. She smirked at the pairs and made a guilty expression. “It's best to remember during your stay here that this is Love Island. So, you might do well to remember to expect the unexpected. With that being said, I'd like to introduce you to your two new arrivals.” Caroline held a hand up and took a step to the side, looking over her shoulder at the villa, where one boy and one girl stepped through. <br><br>“Everyone, meet JJ and Delaney. They are here to mix things up a bit. Tomorrow, they will each ask three people out on dates. And they are not allowed to couple up together. At least not for this first week.” Caroline clapped for them as they both stepped out onto the grass. “Please welcome them. And, enjoy yourselves islanders. I'll be in touch.” After that, Caroline blew a kiss to everybody and walked off. <br><br><div align="center">(https://media0.giphy.com/media/3oKIPzjf1835SBOcp2/giphy.gif)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>13-08-2019, 04:29:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">New Arrivals - JJ and Delaney</span></span><br><br>On Day 2, both JJ and Delaney must choose 3 people to date. <br><br>However, they cannot date each other during the first week.<br><br>Stay tuned for texts from Caroline. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>13-08-2019, 13:33:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Night One Event - Welcome Party</strong></span></span><br><em>7 pm - Midnight</em><br><br>(https://media.thetab.com/blogs.dir/90/files/2018/07/villa-housing-house-cottage-urban-neighborhood-building.jpg)<br><br>After the first coupling ceremony, the producers hand out simple mobile phones to everyone. Even the new arrivals get their own phones. <br>They can only send and receive texts from other islanders and Caroline, as well as take pictures. There is no internet access, there are no games and there aren't any calls. <br><br>The time is 7:00 pm when Caroline sends a text to all of the islanders - Caroline's text (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15018907#msg15018907) - the team of crew members bring out the very first catered meal. <br>The spread is a complete Mexican style feast. There are endless tacos with various flavored meats, guac and crisps, burritos and fajitas, enchiladas and even Mexican pizza.<br>Of course there are unlimited sides as well, including everything from refried beans to Mexican rice and even corn and salsa salad. And, of course, churros and flan for dessert.<br><br>The dishes and silverware are all as colorful as the decor of the villa; bright orange, vibrant green, electric blue and hot pink. The islanders can party until midnight.<br>By then, it's lights out at the villa. So, crack on islanders!<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>13-08-2019, 17:20:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092370-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Jameson (JJ) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15018215#msg15018215)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> New York, NY<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.imgur.com/sCNT7RQ.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline | All Islanders<br><br><hr><br>JJ arrived in a non-descript car with no fanfare after all the “original” Islanders had been gathered and the cattle call begun. Even the camera-woman capturing his arrival looked more like she was just getting B-roll than making any sort of fuss over him, which seemed odd.&nbsp; For all that he seldom sought attention, even drama, he enjoyed it and inwardly wondered if the other Islanders had arrived similarly.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The car rolled to a stop in front of the villa where a nattily dressed man and woman waited, sweating prettily in the Spanish sun.&nbsp; He’d no sooner gotten out when the woman, one of the producers, approached him, shook his hand and explained what was going on.&nbsp; JJ grunted in amusement.&nbsp; He’d known for a week that he was starting at the Island on day one, but he hadn’t known the producers’ plans for him.&nbsp; Now that he did, he silently saluted them.&nbsp; They’d chosen his role well… or perhaps chosen him for the role.&nbsp; Either way, it suited him and he began looking forward to this little jaunt even more than he had been.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; From there he was taken to the living room adjoining the backyard where the ceremony was taking place, handed an iPad and told that he could watch the original Islanders’ interview videos while he waited to be introduced.&nbsp; He shrugged and did so.&nbsp; If nothing else it would give him a head start in deciding who he wanted to choose for the three dates the producer had just told him about.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ sat on the couch, legs extended and crossed in front of him as he watched the videos, iPad in his left hand while he idly rolled a bronze coin over the tattooed fingers of his right.&nbsp; From time to time something he saw in the videos made him laugh.&nbsp; Some made him cringe.&nbsp; Others still made him arch a brow in interest.&nbsp; By the time he’d watched them all, he had a pretty good idea who he was interested in dating, though the rogue in him also considered dating others just to cause a stir.&nbsp; He’d also gotten some notions of who his “competition” might be and how to maneuver them.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; At some point the lady producer (whom he'd christened "Boss Lady" in his head) brought in one of the hottest women he’d ever seen and handed her an iPad just as they had with him.&nbsp; He subdued a grimace.&nbsp; So this was the only woman he couldn’t date.&nbsp; Peachy.&nbsp; He waited patiently for her to finish watching so he could chat her up, but never had the chance.&nbsp; Shortly after she finished,&nbsp; Boss Lady entered and retrieved the iPad.&nbsp; The time had come for the two of them to be introduced.&nbsp; They waited behind the frosted glass door, listening to Caroline’s shocking announcement.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “…I’d like to introduce you to your two new arrivals,” she said gaily.&nbsp; “Everyone, meet JJ and Delaney!”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Boss Lady gestured to the door and JJ opened it.&nbsp; He strode out, one corner of his mouth quirked upward in an amused, sly smile and scanned the group as Caroline continued.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “They are here to mix things up a bit,”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ snorted softly.&nbsp; If these people only knew…<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Tomorrow, they will each ask three people out on dates…”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; His eyes fell upon each woman in turn and he consciously gave every one of them a smoky, calculating gaze.&nbsp; Let each of them make of it what they would.&nbsp; He knew who he was interested in.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; From there Caroline continued her monologue as he and Delaney stood next to each other, by the lawn chairs by the pool, watching the others watching them.&nbsp; He couldn’t tell by her expression what she thought, but he suspected Delaney was less happy with her role than he was.&nbsp; She didn’t carry herself like a woman who craved the spotlight.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; When all was said and done, and Caroline had left them to their various fates, he took a mobile phone from Boss Lady and headed directly for the Mexican spread.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; If nothing else, JJ was hungry… and given what he suspected would be happening over the next few days, he was going to need to fuel his body.&nbsp; He expected some fireworks, good and bad.<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">New Arrival Intro</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/sCNT7RQ.jpg)(https://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/9188464/750full-stephen-james-%28model%29.jpg)(https://d.wattpad.com/story_parts/458986241/images/14dcc64681e0526a267341220854.jpg)(http://s7.favim.com/orig/151210/stephen-james-Favim.com-3745947.jpg)<br><br><br><br><strong><em>“Give us your name and tell us what you do.”</em></strong><br><br>“My name is Jasper Jameson.&nbsp; Friends and family call me JJ or Jake.&nbsp; Sometimes people call me Jazz, which I guess is cool.&nbsp; Doesn’t bother me.<br><br>I run a gym and model as a side hustle.”<br><br><em><strong>“Tell us what you’re planning to do in the villa.&nbsp; What are you looking for from this experience?”</strong></em><br><br>JJ gives the camera a roguish grin.<br><br>“I’m planning on finding some toys and playing with them…”<br><br>He shrugs casually.<br><br>“What am I looking to get from this?&nbsp; I guess I’d like to see if any of those toys want to come home with me.”<br><br>He winks to the camera and laughs softly.<br>&nbsp;</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>13-08-2019, 20:30:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cb/8e/0f/cb8e0f92c179d46b0d7e3d6c66610bc9.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johnny Boy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Elsa<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><br><hr><br><br><br>The coupling ceremony ended with a minor surprise. Johnny was instantly on edge as his eyes landed on the new guy and girl. He could care less about the girl! Even though she was drop dead pretty he wasn’t looking to make waves and change couples anytime soon. If the women he found himself paired with… this Elsa proved unable to handle him then he might look around other avenues. Right now his focus was on Elsa and Elsa alone. <br><br>He knew from past watching (more research… he wasn’t one for reality TV before this) that there was also guy talk and hanging out with the boys. It was all so…. Different than the real world. A closed ecosystem where the only thing to do was talk and connect with others. <br><br>Talk with the boys would have to come later though. He made a beeline to Elsa tucking his phone into his pocket as he moved. He reached Elsa putting on his best and most charming smile. His hands moved behind his back locking as he watched her. <br><br>“Hey,” He said his eyes locking with hers. “Can we go off and talk for a bit?” He asked her hopefully. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Terry turn and give him a glare. The immediate desire was to shot him a smart little smile back. The other guys he wasn’t sure enough but he knew he and Terry weren’t going to get along for shit. Still he could care less about that right now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>13-08-2019, 21:11:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn01.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/amell-bod/stephen-amell-shows-off-hot-bod-while-shirtless-in-st-barts-05.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Terry (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007673#msg15007673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 31<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Anchorage Alaska<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Samantha<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Samantha<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Terry was PISSED. <br><br>Not so much because of the girl he’d ended up with…. But just because he’d never in his life been chosen LAST for anything. Not even last either! Technically he wasn’t “chosen” at all except by default! What in the hell was he supposed to do with that?!<br><br>To make matters worse that damn Johnny got picked over him. Cocky little fucker… he was rubbing Terry in all the wrong ways and the two of them hadn’t even spoken yet! Part of him just wanted to go over there now and sink his fist into Johnny’s smug nose… <br><br>Repeatedly. <br><br>However, it was against the rules technically. So he pursed he lips together and checked that old anger of his. Instead he turned his attention to his new partner Sam. <br><br>“Sorry about all of that,” He told her as his moved his mobile from one hand to the other. He had restless hands and often used a rubber ball or something like that to keep them moving. “Kind of a weird situation for the two of us to be in you know? I’m not upset to be paired with you mind you. I would have gone for you to begin with but we didn’t get a chance.” <br><br>He didn’t say anything on the new girl. The one who caught his eye when she came in. There would be plenty of enough time to see what this Delaney had to offer. Right now he shifted his focus to Sam.<br><br>“So do you like to be called Sam?” He asked raising one eyebrow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>13-08-2019, 21:39:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.kylegalvin.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/In-the-Frow_Kyle-Galvin_Low-Res_11.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dress in picture and these shoes (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1u5ptcL1TBuNjy0Fjq6yjyXXa7/2019-cute-women-open-toe-high-heels-party-shoes-summer-gladiator-sandals-pink-sandals-wedding-shoes.jpg_640x640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Corey</em> | Open<br><br><hr><br>When it was all said and done, Grace couldn’t control herself and had to release a massive sigh of relief. Her shoulders drooped, releasing tension that she didn’t realize she’d been holding onto. She turned to look at Corey afterward, almost as if to check and see if he had caught her releasing that telling breath. Once their gazes met again, she had to let out a giggle. <br><br>“Well that was interesting, wasn’t it?” She bent to pick up their pillows and set them down on the nearest lawn chair. Spinning back to face him again, she made a face of genuine horror. “I mean, for a moment there, I thought I was about to lose you!” She was referring to Samantha, and how the girl commented about wanting to steal Corey.<br><br>But, she didn’t do so in order to avoid creating waves. Grace was filled with tension throughout the entire ceremony, but that part had made her heart sink. She had to wonder if Samantha would take the opportunity to try and steal Corey away later on, especially if the show somehow gave her the perfect opportunity to do so. <br><br>She beckoned Corey to follow her. “Would you care to go and find something to eat?” Assuming he was in tow, she carried on and led the way to the spread at the kitchen, where she grabbed herself a hot pink plate and made two chicken tacos for herself, then added a splash of rice, a dollop of guacamole, a handful of chips and a bit of beans to her plate.<br><br>The bar had a few drinks already concocted, including a sunset colored margarita. “Yum!” She chirped out before picking up the lime green glass with her free hand. “I’ll need to make certain I run tomorrow morning,” she remarked, laughing quietly at whoever was in earshot. Grace continued to make her way around the others, hoping Corey was still behind her.<br><br>“If you’d like, we can go and find somewhere to sit and have a chat?” Grace suggested, pointing to the rest of the backyard with her chin. “How about the day bed?” She suggested, waiting for his approval. Then, she led them both over to the day bed area, setting her food down on the bed and gently sitting atop the plush blankets. “Right, so… now we’re a couple, I suppose we should get to know each other.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>13-08-2019, 21:39:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/yhI0iAG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samantha Jeuil (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15005952#msg15005952) (pronounced Jewel)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Perth, Australiia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pic related (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRsIRl30aRNT_PJBzJm3sZf0DnKQ-oUe1E73IgBkxNnjTN6H0lt-w)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Terry<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Terry, Johny *mentioned*, open<br><hr><br>"Bit of a poofer innit he?" Sam said to Terry as she watched the fellow she was partnered with for the next week glare at the man named Johnny. "N'warries, bit of a crazy night." she didn't believe much of his claim that he would've gone for her, given that he didn't stand up for her during the choosing. "I know this isn't ideal for you mate, but you weren't just the default, you look like you could be fun, and I promise I can be as well." Sam had a feeling it was going to end up this way from the moment she arrived with the rest of the group. She was quite obviously the "Plain-Jane" of the season, the other woman were gorgeous to a T, she would've picked someone else as well for first priority. <br><br>"Sam's good yeah, you prefer just Terry?" she asked as she kinda motioned towards the banquet tables in an open question of if he wanted to grab some grub<br><br>Taking the silent cue Sam as well didn't mention the new arrivals, She was sure that Terry would be looking for any opportunity to jump ship. sadly the new arrival was just another sleaze in the pile, Johnny seemed the one kind, only saw people as stepping stones for his own rise in society and business, JJ was the other, Judging by his tatted skin that had more colors than a child's first attempt at painting, and about as much creativity. and the self-satisfied smirk and the way he gazed at her fellow 'gals' like they were a piece of meat. He was one to stay far away from, even if it meant going home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>13-08-2019, 21:57:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://em.wattpad.com/75daf37dc42a40fd832b7dec84c246eb0a430ec8/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6a566f4f4c4d307a68625f352d773d3d2d3138333330313834342e313435363937303763646363376431372e706e67)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same tank in picture, and fitted blue jeans with these sandals (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0069/7692/products/Hari_Mari_Parks_Men_Sandals_Gray_Navy_01.jpg?v=1524688687)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Rhonda</em> | Open<br><br><hr><br>Logan was quite happy with his arm around Rhonda. He never flinched or hesitated when the remaining girls stepped up for their turn to pick the other half of their couple. Just when he thought it was all over and he could relax a bit, Caroline introduced two new arrivals - right out of the gates. <br><br>He cocked his head at JJ who looked like he was the quintessential bad boy type. No wonder he was appealing to the producers as the first new arrival. The girl beside him though, Delaney, she didn’t look like a bad girl type, or anything. She actually had quite a girl next door thing going on. Logan blinked and tried to make sure he hadn’t been staring at her for too long. <br><br>“Guess there’s never a dull moment in this villa, is there?” Logan asked, rhetorically, making the comment to Rhonda. “You hungry?” He questioned, patting his stomach. “That food smells amazing even from here.” His grin widened and he chuckled. “Maybe we can grab our plates and find somewhere to settle in and get to know each other?” He suggested with a shoulder shrug. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>14-08-2019, 00:30:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mlYqNfF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured, and nude 4" heels (https://finestvibes.com/image/cache/catalog/trixy-nude-patent-high-heel-sandals-liliana-leeta-1-nude1-cr-1024x1269.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Johnny (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johnny | Jasper | Grace | mentioning Corey &amp; Sam &amp; Terry | All islanders | Open<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>At the end of the ceremony Caroline dropped a bomb right away. Let the drama begin. The two new arrivals were introduced and they were both hot as fuck. This whole place was filled to the brim with sexy singles, Elsa wondered if they dusted all the plants with pheromones too. They might as well. Drama and sex #GreatTV #LoveIsland<br><br>This was still such an overwhelming experience, Elsa had no idea how long it was truly going to take to get used to it all. She gave a bit of consideration to the fact that this was probably the same feeling for everyone and suspected the producers were going to keep them feeling this way the whole time. Never let them get comfortable, keep them on their toes. It was also damn hot out with average temperatures in this region of Spain running at well over thirty degrees, near forty some days (that's about 100 f for our American friends reading this.) She could feel herself sweating a little, even a few weeks in the tanning beds had not been enough to prepare for this heat. The little girl from Sweden, land of skiing and glaciers, was not built for these temperatures. No wonder everyone wears bikinis on this show, good thing she packed for it. The producers were spot on with their suggestions. Sunburns and tans all around.<br><br>Johnny asked her if she wanted to go off and talk for a bit. She was impressed that he didn't open by getting all handsy. <br><br>With a terrible rendition of a cockney accent, Elsa said, <strong>"Right, we should probably get crackin' before the others beat us to it."</strong> She looked him up and down before speaking with her regular Swedish accent again. <strong>"We should definitely talk and hey, that suit looks great on you but you must be dying from this heat. Suns out guns out."</strong> She tugged gently on the lapel of his suit. <strong>"Oh, nice fabric. I'm impressed."</strong> She rubbed it between her fingers. <strong>"Let's go get food though, we can talk over there. No one will be paying attention to anyone else for a bit. I want to know everything about you."</strong> She gave him a cheeky grin before turning off and heading towards the splendid catering.<br><br>Diving into the fray the petite blond dodged and weaved the around the crowd making a curvy line for the tables. Jasper wasn't far away so she made a point to pass by him. Her hand went up for a wave and she called over, <strong>"Welcome to the Villa, Jasper, nice tats you best get grafting."</strong> She ended up near Grace at one point and smiled at her, <strong>"Grace, I love your dress, it's gorgeous. The detailing is so cute. Can't wait to get to know you."</strong> Poor Corey must have been behind Grace because Elsa didn't catch eye contact with him before she turned catching the eyes of some others gathering around. Terry and Sam were nearby and she made eye contact with them both giving a friendly nod. If anyone else caught her eyes or said hi, she'd greet them in kind. Elsa had a genuine enthusiasm for meeting them all. Her mind was not into the game aspect at all, to her this felt like a singles mixer. All she wanted to do was get to know people, have some laughs, and enjoy the villa.<br><br>Moments later she was grabbing a drink and stacking her plate with a sampling of different delicious delicacies and popping over to a seat at the big table. Being one of the first down, she snagged the edge of the bench seat and placed her posterior on it. Eyes wide with anticipation of the bountiful Mexican inspired feast.<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>14-08-2019, 03:44:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace<br><br><hr>Still caught up in the euphoria of being picked, first nonetheless, Corey was thus a little dazed as the ceremony continued.&nbsp; Not to mention that both of his cheeks had quite warm spots on them from where Grace had kissed him, even if that was a pretty common greeting and wholly appropriate for the cameras recording their every move. Standing beside Grace, whose floral scent was filling his nostrils and trying quite hard to distract him, Corey instead paid attention as the next girl stepped forward and was introduced as Elsa.&nbsp; Frozen correlations aside, Corey was not at all surprised when four guys stepped forward.&nbsp; Like everyone else there, she was gorgeous, and add in the blonde appeal and the fact that there was a LOT going on under those clothes, and it all made sense.<br><br>What DIDN’T make sense to Corey, especially as Elsa chose one of the square jawed dudes and then the couplings started fast and furious, was that there were times when some guys didn’t step forward, and even times when NO ONE did.&nbsp; For one thing, all of the girls were gorgeous in their different ways, and secondly, this was a game too.&nbsp; Why limit yourself, or was it that there were girls that they really didn’t fancy?&nbsp; Once more, Corey was grateful that he went first, as he would likely have kept stepping forward, and probably gotten a reputation as a player or something.&nbsp; Bullet dodged there.&nbsp; <br><br>As the pairings wound down with each girl having less to chose from unless they wanted to steal, Corey was suddenly shocked to hear his name and snapped back to attention.&nbsp; The last girl, Sam, had mentioned aloud that he was a cutie?!&nbsp; Feeling himself blushing, Corey hoped the cameras weren’t panned on him in that moment. When was the last time two girls like Grace and Sam would have picked him out of a crowd, let alone THIS crowd?&nbsp; &nbsp;It seemed TV really was good for him!<br><br>Grinning slightly, Corey nevertheless breathed a sigh of relief now that they were through phase one.&nbsp; Now he had a whole week before he had to worry again.&nbsp; Of course, that meant a whole week of managing not to blow it with the beauty at his side.&nbsp; Indeed, Corey was turning to say something to Grace when Caroline made her announcement about the two new arrivals.&nbsp; As soon as the pair appeared, Corey felt a sinking feeling, and watching the couple, his eyes narrowed.&nbsp; &nbsp;Like a few of the girls there, the newcomer Delaney had those light colored eyes that seemed to see right through you and into your soul, and was of course gorgeous, but that was not what sent Corey’s hackles up.&nbsp; No, it was this JJ character who looked like every definition of trouble that he had ever seen.&nbsp; Best to steer clear of that one, and keep Grace clear too, if he could help it!<br><br>Snapping back as Grace talked to him, Corey quickly grabbed his LovePhone and shoved it in his pocket.&nbsp; “Oh yeah...how crazy was that?” He replied to being called a cutie on national TV.&nbsp; Not that he minded.&nbsp; “Actually, this whole thing is crazy.&nbsp; Good...but crazy.&nbsp; But yeah, lead on, I’m famished!”<br><br>Following Grace, Corey quickly piled his plate high with tacos, a burrito, some chips and salsa and sides as well, having never been shy about eating in front of people, and this spread looked delicious.&nbsp; Grabbing a margarita as well, (<em>Tequila on night one?&nbsp; Well, here we go!</em>), Corey followed Grace along, stopping but not saying a word as Elsa complimented his...er...bed-buddy...as they made their way over to the day bed area.&nbsp; Yikes, a bed already.&nbsp; He better get up to speed quick!<br><br>Settling in beside Grace, Corey laughed as he carefully set down his full margarita and hoped he could get through this meal without staining his white shirt.&nbsp; “Yeah, best to get some introductions out of the way before we jump into bed together.” Corey agreed, meaning that they would be sleeping in the same bed, although he realized that wasn’t how it might have sounded.&nbsp; “Er, anyway, so I’m Corey.” He continued, not thinking that maybe he should have let the lady go first.&nbsp; “Corey Dwyer.&nbsp; I’m from London originally, and still live there now.&nbsp; I’m a Civil Engineer...well, no that’s not true.&nbsp; I have a degree in it, and I’m trying to get a job as one.&nbsp; Right now, I’m a barista.”&nbsp; For once, Corey didn’t get embarrassed, instead, he just laughed it off.&nbsp; “That’s a good start, yeah? Your turn!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>14-08-2019, 03:58:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9f0bU30.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This Burgundy Dress, &nbsp;(https://i.imgur.com/4x0SkZl.jpg)these heels, &nbsp;(https://i.imgur.com/kjfHi0A.jpg)this citrine necklace. (https://i.imgur.com/3gmDG6Y.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All you beautiful people!<br><br><hr><br>Delaney had never really been sure of her decision to join Love Island, but had surrendered to the momentum of it when she’d learned of her inclusion. It’d be fun. A pleasant little vacation. A way to meet attractive, available men and capture their unwitting hearts with her finely honed feminine wiles…<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She laughed softly. Not bloody likely, that last. Finely honed, indeed. More likely rusty as hell.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She still thought it would be fun, though getting picked up at the airport in what sincerely appeared to be a rental car driven by a local cabbie raised her newly waxed eyebrows. She wasn’t offended. She’d ridden in far worse conveyances in far less civilized places. But she had imagined a show of this magnitude to be a little more… lavish?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ah well. It was in her nature to make the best of an imperfect situation. She smiled broadly at the driver, a twinkle in her eye as she saw it charm him. The male gaze that showed appreciation of beauty was nearly universal, in her experience, and it was no different here.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“How long to the villa, Senor…” she said as she fished for his name.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Sandoval,” he said gruffly, trying very hard to be as handsome as possible,&nbsp; “Herman Sandoval, Senorita. And maybe thirty minutes with any other driver. Twenty five for me.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“AIR-mahn,” she said slowly. “You’re a godsend. Step on it!”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sandoval may not have known the phrase, but he clearly understood its intent. He peeled out of the airport parking lot like the Devil himself was after them. After a few minutes of stark terror, both for herself and the local sheep who were often grazing close to the road, Delaney actually started to enjoy herself. Their headlong dash toward the villa was actually sort of thrilling in a “fear for your life” sort of way.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But by necessity such a drive is short. And in what seemed like only a few minutes Herman was pulling the car into the long drive leading to the villa. Delaney fanned herself as the car approached two people, a man and a woman, standing outside the villa apparently waiting for her, and a camera-woman close by.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Herman, that might just have been the most thrilling car ride I’ve ever had. I bet you do that for all the girls!”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He shrugged and laughed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Nah nah nah, Senorita, only for the prettiest ones!”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She chuckled as she got out of the car.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You old charmer.&nbsp; Have a great day, Herman!”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He waved back and Delaney turned to find the woman approaching her and offering her hand.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Miss Clarke. Welcome to Love Island.&nbsp; If you’ll follow me?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Delaney shook the woman’s hand and out of the corner of her eye noted that her male colleague had… roving eyes. Rather, his eyes were not so much roving as nestled securely in her cleavage.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She stopped following the woman and trained her icy blue eyes on the man, waiting for him to recognize his boorishness and feel much shame. To his credit, he did seem capable of the former, though the latter seemed to escape him. When caught out, he simply gave her a knowing smile, a casual shrug and a sly wink.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When his colleague turned around to see what the hold up was, her only obvious acknowledgment of the situation was a tightening around her lips. Delaney was left with the impression that this was a longstanding issue between the two of them… and one clearly unresolved.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She was used to dealing with such behavior though, in the mines. By the time she literally moved past the man, who was the infamous casting director, she’d already figuratively done so as well. Guys like that weren’t worth wasting much of her precious time on.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nothing more was said until she was brought into a large, airy room filled with white lacquer and tall windows. On a couch near the center sat a frankly gorgeous man, tatted heavily, watching what appeared to be an iPad. She didn’t have much time to appreciate him, however, as the female shoved another of the devices into her hands.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You can watch the other Islanders’ interview videos while you wait,” she said to Delaney.&nbsp; “Don’t waste a lot of time. You’re probably up pretty soon.”<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And with that, both she and her colleague stalked off, leaving her alone in the room with the tatted beefcake.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While she wouldn’t have minded some time to flirt, she was also the kind of person to take instruction seriously. Particularly when it came to games. She’d known people who were more competitive than she was… but not many. She was here for fun and games… but fun and games were much more fun when you won them.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She powered through the interviews, noting absently which of the men were interesting enough for her to approach and which just seemed like a waste of time. She gave a low whistle at some of the beautiful women as well. Her competition was going to be stiff.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As it turned out, she’d been given good advice. It wasn’t more than a minute after she finished the videos that the two execs came back in.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Let’s go, you two,” the lady barked. “Time to shake things up.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Delaney took a deep breath, plastered on her best smile, and walked out into the backyard hoping that the next few weeks of her life would be interesting, if not romantic.<br><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">New Arrival Intro</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>(https://i.imgur.com/1v3opmf.jpg?1)(https://i.imgur.com/Yw646jA.jpg?1)(https://i.imgur.com/Hk4sYwK.jpg?1)<br><br>(https://data.whicdn.com/images/262118023/original.gif)<br><br><strong>Give us your name and tell us what you do.</strong><br><br>My name is Delany Clarke.&nbsp; I am the Senior Geologist at a mining company based in the U.S.<br><br><strong>Tell us what you're planning to do in the villa. What are you looking for out of this experience?</strong><br><br>Honestly, I’m here to enjoy myself.&nbsp; I have good friends and other people who care about me that have hounded me for at least a couple years to take a vacation.&nbsp; Relax a bit.&nbsp; Thinking about something other than my work.&nbsp; I’m here for them, but I’m also here for me.&nbsp; I’m just going to be myself and hopefully I’ll find someone to get close to.&nbsp; Who knows… maybe even more than one someone.<br><br></div></div><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>14-08-2019, 03:59:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SuE32Mj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Montreal, Quebec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 - Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (https://i.imgur.com/ZbaqeGj.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan | Open<br><br><hr><br>The rest of the coupling ceremony was nerve-wracking for Rhonda even though she was comfortably standing beside the boy she chose throughout. The tension was palpable, the drama was aplenty, the sinking of hearts of those not stepped up for made everyone who could empathize feel very much the same. Rhonda felt like she took her first breath in an hour when the ceremony was all over, only for her heart to flutter again when the arrival of two new guests in the villa arrived in the name of causing trouble. Well, not explicitly cause trouble, but it certainly did seem that way.<br><br>"Yeesh..." was all Rhonda could say at the sight of both JJ and Delaney. At first glance, JJ did look to be the type to wreak havoc in the villa even if he was told to play nice. Delaney was a little harder to read, if only because she wasn't covered head-to-toe in tattoos to make the job a bit easier. Still, she flashed a smile at them as they past the threshold of the backyard door as if it were a peace offering, then turned to the boy of the hour. <br><br>Rhonda brought the arm that was wrapped around Logan's back, just above his waist, down to her side. She looked up at him, still holding the same smile she had given the newcomers. "Dull moments - is that what you signed up for? I hope I don't live up to that expectation." She peeked over to the spread that was being brought up for the villa guests and eagerly took one of Logan's hands into her own when he suggested they make moves toward it. "Food? Ab-so-lutely!~"<br><br>The Asian-Canadian navigated the couples and innumerable lawn fixtures to get to the plates on the one end of the gracious food spread. She let go of Logan to grab a plate at the top of the pile - an almost offensively green one - then started loading it with a fish taco, a beef burrito and perhaps too much guac and chips for a single, normal, decent human being. Rhonda was no decent human being when it came to guacamole. Almost like it was on purpose, a phone was handed to Rhonda as she reached the end of the spread. She looked for Logan wherever he was in his efforts to get a plateful of food and waved him over to a white table in the corner of the backyard with a set of chairs that matched the plates.<br><br>The plate made it onto the table first with the phone that looked to be from the early '10s gently laid down beside it. Rhonda had a feeling that the device was going to be annoyingly vital over the course of this show. As she waited for Logan to join her - provided he hadn't already gotten bored - she eyed her food with intent. Fingers poked and prodded the finger foods trying to identify any spices and herbs that were used. Looking at the taco in particular, she cursed herself for not picking up a wedge of lime to squeeze on top of it. Amateur hour!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>14-08-2019, 05:56:37</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/8ca9aa1b3dc1dbd5c1cf8768476290b8/tumblr_pvp2nnifWj1rjiw4so4_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (http://CS URLhttps://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> James Harding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> James, Open<br><br><hr><br>As he accepted her offer to take her heart and couple up with her, she smiled at him and watched him as he walked over to stand beside her. Looping her arm into his she listened to his little whisper in her ear, the warm breath tickling her skin causing small little goosebumps to spread. She leaned against him and lay her head on his shoulder waiting to see who would couple up next. He fit nicely beside her even if it was a bit warm to be semi cuddled up with someone. <br><br>Finally the last person was coupled up but as they were going off to talk another couple was introduced as two who would take away their match leaving them to couple up with someone else. This was not a good thing. But she'd not let it ruin her evening by having her brain running through what ifs. She walked over toward lounging area and settled in, patting the seat next to her for James.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>"Bit of craziness right off the bat, right? So now that we can talk and just get to know each other.. why are you here on Love Island? Looking for love, hookups, or is it the money? or all of it even?"</strong> She laughed a little, her sweet southern belle accent coming out, and she pushed her hair back before letting it go as it cascaded down her back. <br><br>Gwen looked at James eager to know just how many people are in it for the money. She could guess that a good lot would say <em>'I'm in it for love but the money wouldn't hurt.'</em> when they really mean, <em>'I'm here for the money and maybe hook up.'</em>&nbsp; As she waited she glanced down for a moment, letting her finger toy with a little hole that was in the leg of her overalls, before looking back up at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>14-08-2019, 08:46:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GexPvLL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Harding (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004164#msg15004164)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight <br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stilwater, MN, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What you see in the pic (http://Outfit URL)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Gwen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gwen<br><hr><br>James smiled as he followed Gwen to the seating area, around them the other couples were both grabbing food and searching for a quiet moment in the midst of the chaos in the hopes of being able to get to know these strangers that they were suddenly thrust into this situation with, even if it was completely their own choice. James himself didn't give the new arrivals more than a passing glance, Gwen had his focus at the moment, and he was looking forward to a chance at getting to know the other, what would come will come.<br><br>When she asked the reason he was here James looked off towards the pool for a long moment to compose his thoughts, even in the approaching dark the waters sparkled with the reflected lights of the stars and backyard fixtures, Scratching his head as he did so. "Well I wasn't altogether lying what I said earlier," He said before looking back towards Gwen and making eye contact. "I suppose the best way to put it is that I'm here to help me move on. Finding love will be welcomed, but." He trailed off and shrugged hoping he didn't just ruin his chances both at the game and with the gorgeous blonde in front of him "What about you? I must admit I'm really pleased that you chose me, you seem to be one of the real ones here." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mature Desires</strong> on <strong>14-08-2019, 17:53:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/B5cDpxkCUAAz0ed.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cleo Balleta (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004245#msg15004245)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Manila, Phillipines <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, Black mini dress with rips in it, black mesh heels &nbsp;(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BqOVGJACEAETHWm.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Devon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open | Caroline | Devon<br><br><hr>It was a lot to take in, the other contestants, the cameras constantly filming her, and being aware that millions would be watching and judging her every move. It was a surprise Cleo hadn't passed out yet, but when Caroline finally ended the coupling ceremony and announced that the islanders could eat, drink and mingle Cleo breathed a sigh of&nbsp;relief. She was sure the cameras would have caught how tense she was and trying to not show too much emotion. It had already been quite an experience and Cleo found her breathing had finally started to slow down when the host announced two new contestants that would be set to mingle and ask out at least a few of the couples. Cleo didn't pay much attention to Delaney, but her eyes did graze over JJ. He definitely had the bad boy look and Cleo found that was usually her favourite type of guy. Unfortunately it had not led to much success in the dating world as she usually found herself being played.&nbsp;<br><br>As the couples dispersed and began to dig into the food platters Cleo finally snapped out of her daze. Being so caught up in the moment Cleo had not realized she had not eaten since the plane and it was really just a bag of peanuts and a tiny cup of soda.<em> Whatever happened to the days of getting a free meal with your flight..</em> she thought to herself. Cleo felt the grumbling in her stomach and seeing the long table filled with Mexican food made her eyes light up. One of her favourite things was going to get tacos with her roommates. Cleo turned her attention to Devon and smiled <strong>"So are you as hungry as I am? Want to get us some food and I'll find us a place to sit? I love tacos by the way.." </strong>she said with a wink. So many thoughts and emotions were running through her mind it was hard to stay focused and looking at the man she was about to at least spend the night with made her suddenly realize how real everything was about to get.<br><br>Cleo walked over and took one of the contestant dedicated phones and instantly began looking through it. She was surprised and disappointed and how limited the phone was and that she would only be using it for calls and texts. <em>This almost seemed like some sort of rehab program for her phone addiction</em> Cleo thought to herself. Sighing she shook away the thought and subconsciously began to comb her hair a bit with her fingers. It was a habit she tended to do when she felt anxious and unsure. Cleo looked around the outside of the Villa and noticed a few of the couples already claiming a day bed, chairs and a small line had formed at the food table. Cleo walked over to a few of the lounge chairs near the hot-tub and sat down. She was unaware it was called the Smoking Area. Idly scrolling through her phone she quickly tossed it onto one of the adjacent chair as she had no numbers in it just yet. She looked around at the other couples already chatting and then she looked over at Devon.<br><br>While he did match her interest as a rough bad boy she wondered if he was going to be a fixer-upper and seeing his glares sizing up the other guys made her wonder how he was going to interact with everyone. <em>Why do I always pick the more difficult looking ones??</em> She thought to herself as she looked back at her chance to pick any of the guys. She could have chosen one of the more regular looking guys, but something about Devon attracted her. Cleo looked to the other couples and wondered what they were talking about to each other. She then turned her attention to the setting sun and the wonderful change of colour that spread across the sky. The blues to oranges and pinks all mixed into one gorgeous backdrop. The evening weather was cooling and finally feeling a bit more bearable. Looking at her surroundings in the back of the Villa. Everything was so fancy and modern. Cleo certainly wanted to get to know Devon more, but she also wanted to explore so much more of the Villa.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragongoddess</strong> on <strong>14-08-2019, 20:07:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0e/2d/d1/0e2dd1ed9db57705f548c298ca48f1d5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cassandra Pendragon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006244#msg15006244)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> <br><em>Birth / Childhood:</em> Limerick, Shannon Region, Ireland<br><em>Current:</em> County Down, Northern Ireland / United Kingdom Region, Ireland<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July 2019, England<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Same as in Picture Above &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0e/2d/d1/0e2dd1ed9db57705f548c298ca48f1d5.jpg) with these heels (https://cdn-img.prettylittlething.com/0/8/4/6/0846027d88357f1d17aa8242ef455805fc75ba28_CLU0936_5.JPG), these bangles (https://cdn3.volusion.com/dexlc.mxapd/v/vspfiles/photos/bgh-05-t7kd-S-2.jpg) on her left wrist, this choker (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/6729597/il_fullxfull.307266563.jpg), and this Claddagh ring (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/29/50/66/29506615c6184affc9da50e04f971401.jpg) on her right hand with the tip of the heart pointed <em>away</em> from her hand to symbolize being single<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen Christopher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002076#msg15002076)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> | Caroline Flack (Mentioned) |&nbsp; Delaney Clarke (Mentioned) | Jasper Jameson (Mentioned) | All Islanders (Mentioned) | Owen Christopher |<br><hr>As nervous as Cassandra had been when she had to make her choice, Owen’s words of assurance in his sexy, New Zealand accent made her a bit surer that she had made the right one.&nbsp; She knew she could easily listen to him talk all day and never get bored of that voice.&nbsp; Then she started wondering how she hadn’t realized that he had a voice as fit as his body earlier.&nbsp; Now that she thought about it, had he even talked when he came in?&nbsp; Would it cause problems between them if she was one for more conversation than he was?&nbsp; It was starting to look like only time would tell.&nbsp; The two things she did know at the moment was that she loved the feel of his muscly arm on her shoulder and that she was paired with the fittest guy here.<br><br>The rest of the ceremony, Cas barely paid attention to the girls.&nbsp; Instead, every time a girl went up for her chance to pick, she looked up at Owen, checking to see if he was going to step forward again.&nbsp; When she was sure he wasn’t going to step forward for that girl, she looked at the guys who did step forward.&nbsp; Terry and Logan for Rhonda.&nbsp; <em>Devon didn’t step forward.</em>&nbsp; No one for Cleo.&nbsp; <em>Devon didn’t step forward</em> but Cleo picked him anyways.&nbsp; James and Terry for Gwen.&nbsp; <em>Devon didn’t step forward.</em>&nbsp; No one for Samantha but that wasn’t a surprise since she had been last to have her chance.&nbsp; Still, <em>Devon didn’t step forward.</em>&nbsp; Cassandra was left having to admit to herself that maybe she had been wrong about both Owen and Devon.&nbsp; Maybe she could have trusted either one of them if she’d really give them a chance rather than judging them before getting to know them.&nbsp; That was okay, though.&nbsp; If Cassie had her way, she would have as long as she needed to get to know either one of them.<br><br>After Samantha had chosen Terry to be in a couple with, Cassie finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking up at the Hulk who had stood by her the whole time and clapping for the original couples.&nbsp; That sigh came too soon, though.&nbsp; As soon as Cassandra was getting ready to take Owen aside to start to get to know him, Caroline made an announcement that shocked even her who had come to watch this show regularly with some of her dormmates back home.&nbsp; <em>“With that being said, I'd like to introduce you to your two new arrivals.”</em><br><br><em>‘The fuck?’</em>&nbsp; Cassandra thought to herself as she looked towards the back door of the villa.&nbsp; This had to be the earliest that a season of Love Island had <em>ever</em> introduced new islanders after the first coupling ceremony.&nbsp; Still, as Cassandra looked towards the door, out stepped two of the most beautiful people she had ever laid eyes on but why wouldn’t they?&nbsp; This was Love Island and of course everyone here had to be out of this world gorgeous to even make it.&nbsp; As Cassandra realized one of them was a female, her arm swung around Owen’s waist, tightening only slightly as her eyebrows knitted and eyes narrowed in her direction.&nbsp; Cas never would have expected to have to fight for her place in the villa this early.&nbsp; <br><br>Then came even worse news from Caroline which made Cassandra’s grip tighten even more.&nbsp; <em>“Tomorrow, they will each ask three people out on dates.”</em>&nbsp; After the redhead wound up choosing the fittest guy in the villa over the one she assumed she would have most in common with, she was sure this Delaney girl was going to choose her Hulk for one of these dates. <em> ‘Fuck me.’ </em> She thought to herself, keeping her arm around Owen until it was clear Delaney wasn’t going to try to get in between them just yet.<br><br>It was only then that she allowed herself to check out who the new guy was.&nbsp; Of course, they would bring in another of the types of guys Cassandra would normally go for on the outside.&nbsp; Why wouldn’t the producers and casting directors do just that?&nbsp; The kind of guy who could pull off a suit but was covered with enough tattoos that no matter how much he tried to cover himself up, they would always peek through some place, in this case his neck and hands.&nbsp; The kind of guy who had a piercing gaze that made a girl feel like he could see right through her the moment he looked at her with piercings that made him seem dangerous.&nbsp; Unfortunately for him, as much as he looked like the type of guy Cassandra would normally go for, he looked like the type of guy she would normally go for and that meant she wasn’t sure if he could really be trusted.<br><br>As soon as she remembered that there was already another guy’s arm around her shoulder’s, Cassandra’s face went as red as her hair and her eyes immediately averted themselves from the new islanders as she felt awful for having let her mind drift for even a moment.&nbsp; Looking up at the partner she had chosen again, she smiled apologetically and dropped her arm from around his waist.&nbsp; Even if these new people were coming in to shake things up, she wasn’t going to let that rattle her or make her go back on the choice she had already made.&nbsp; Hulk appeared to be a pretty good guy and that’s what she needed in her life right now.&nbsp; Someone who will stick by her and she could trust to not just chase after the next pretty face that showed up.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Hey, Hulk, you want to go get some food and go sit down by the pool to get to know each other better?”</span></span>&nbsp; She asked, already using her new nickname for him.&nbsp; She didn’t give him much of a chance to answer before slipping out from under his arm and grabbing the hand that had just been wrapped around her shoulders.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I don’t know about you but I’m famished.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>14-08-2019, 20:16:57</strong>
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				<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> 1 July, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black leather jacket, sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), denim jeans, black boots, and a DTP Ziltoid t-shirt (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0110/6296/8401/products/5c403ba1fc683c57845ae7c0-original_1024x1024@2x.jpg?v=1564756720)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cleo | Open<br><br><hr><br><em>Definitely Trump,</em> Devon thought to himself as Captain America, the very last man not paired off, failed to even step forward for Plain Jane. He had no idea what kept the man's feet planted where they were, but he highly doubted it was to send a signal to anyone else, as it would have been for Devon. So, immediately, the guy was knocked down from Steve Rogers status. He could, perhaps, climb up and away from his new nickname of Trump, but ultimately Devon was unimpressed.<br><br>Which, really, covered his feelings on the evening's whole proceedings. Girls held hands and kissed cheeks as if they found their soulmate, and yet by the end of the week they'd no doubt be chumming it up with the other fellows. The masquerade only developed greater heat as he watched a separate pair introduced through the doors. He had to resist giving out a whistle as he watched the brunette step through, her dress cut low enough to showcase yet another impressive rack in this line-up of ladies. It was the guy that got his eyebrow to raise, though. <em>Is this why they chose me?</em> he pondered, seeing another unconventional, tattooed fellow step through. There was an intensity about him, though. Devon didn't want to make assumptions, but the way his eyes scanned the women, Devon got the sense there was more than a bit of narcissist to this new addition.<br><br>Really, why <em>did</em> they bring Devon into this whole thing? He was feeling so out of place.<br><br>The sudden appearance of catering brought his attention back to the present, and immediately he saw the others gunning for the spread. <em>Well, that's going to be a disaster,</em> he thought to himself. He turned to Cleo, about to offer to grab their food when she beat him to it.<br><br><strong>"So are you as hungry as I am? Want to get us some food and I'll find us a place to sit? I love tacos by the way..."</strong><br><br>He smiled back, giving her a salute. "Yes, ma'am," he grinned. "If I don't make it back, tell them to bury me in my Reign in Blood t-shirt." He let his hand press gently between her shoulder blades as they split up, her heart cushion still in his hands. Having no clue what to do with it, he tossed it in the air a few times before frisbee-flinging it into an empty chair. <em>Probably going to be interpreted on television as some metaphorical dick-move to her heart,</em> he thought in hindsight. He had to keep this crap up for six weeks?<br><br>Finding the plates, he snagged one electric-blue and one hot pink, and began to put his old high-school wait-staff skills to the test. In his hand he held the hot-pink plate, placing multiple tacos, some beans, corn, and salad, and a churro and flan onto it. A good sampling that should allow her to have a bit of everything. Resting between his elbow and wrist he held the electric-blue plate, so that if anyone's dinner was ruined it would be his. He placed two tacos, some corn, some beans, and a churro on it for himself. He groaned at the selection of drinks, all fruity cocktails rather than having any straight-up bourbon. Fortunately, they had what looked to be some locally brewed beer mixed in with the generic trash of Coors and Bud. So he grabbed a bottle, dropping it into his coat pocket before grabbing a Margarita for Cleo. With great care, he managed to switch his plate into the hand also holding the drink.<br><br><em>Now watch someone collides into me -- on purpose, no less -- just to make me look bad on television.</em> It was a weird thing, suddenly feeling even a bit self-conscious for the first time since... well, for some years now. He was always confident, always knew where he stood, but he was now surrounded by the sort of people he'd never be caught dead spending time with back home. Perhaps his whole purpose on the show <em>was</em> to make an old-fashioned, uncool metalhead like him look bad? To make him into a doofus.<br><br><em>Man, fuck that,</em> he groaned in his head. Recalling that old muscle-memory of high-school, he wove between the different people shuffling about as he made his way from the catering and back towards the pool and yard. He tossed his head enough to cause his sunglasses to pop and slip lower down his nose, making it easier to scan the now darker yard for Cleo. Ah, there, by the Hot Tub. Well, she did mention something about going for a dip in the water, did she not? So he made his way over, handing her the drink with one hand, then her plate with the other.<br><br>"Sorry it's so much," he commented. "Didn't know which sides or desert you'd like, so got you a bit of everything." He set his plate down beside himself temporarily as he handed her some silverware, then retrieved his bottle from his pocket. While they had confiscated his pocket-knife and keys, he managed to keep a bottle opener on his person for just such an occasion. He took a swig, the bubbling and bitter beverage welcome in the heat, even as the evening cooled. Resting the bottle on the ground, he picked his own plate up.<br><br>"Speaking of apologies," he said, looking out over the pool and the rest of the crowd as they broke up into intermingling groups, "sorry I didn't step forward for ya. I decided I'd only step forward for Red over there, as she was the only one I got any sense of personality." He smirked, turning back to Cleo. "You were right, though. I judged a book by its cover and got burned." He lifted a taco from the plate, looking out to the rest of the crowd. "Who would you have stepped forward for? Y'know, if it was the reverse situation?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>14-08-2019, 22:36:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn01.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/amell-bod/stephen-amell-shows-off-hot-bod-while-shirtless-in-st-barts-05.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Terry (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007673#msg15007673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 31<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Anchorage Alaska<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Samantha<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Samantha<br><br><br><hr><br>“Yeah Terry is fine,” Terry said nodding his head curtly. She gestured at the table and so he reached out and took her hand to help lead her through the crowds already starting to form. He might have seemed like a bit of a rough and tumble type but he was also pretty possessive. Not that there was anyone coming after them yet but until she or he spoke up about wanting something else he was going to make sure everyone knew WHO he belonged to. “I like your name Sam.”<br><br>Honesty was the best policy. Even if your not the first (or possibly even last) choice with the person you were with. She was willing to try so he flashed his most charming smile. It paid to at least TRY and be charming. <br><br>“So what do you think of all this so far?”&nbsp; Terry asked Sam as he looked around the people. He was trying to people watch while he got to know her. All the better to get the measure of the people who would be his only source of social interaction. He was pretty good with the “boys” as it were. He’d always been a mans man of sorts. Once they all started working out and toning their body he’d fall into a natural rhythm he was sure of it.<br><br>“Got your eye on anyone?” He dared to ask her with a knowing look. He was hoping honesty went both ways. If she did have someone she was eyeing and she told him he would feel a lot better about their own chances.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>14-08-2019, 22:37:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cb/8e/0f/cb8e0f92c179d46b0d7e3d6c66610bc9.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johnny Boy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Elsa<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><br><hr><br><br>Johnny grinned in pleasure. He liked a girl with a sense of humor and he was getting the feeling she had it in spades. The very least she knew how to tease him a little bit and he thought they were going to get along quite well! <br><br>She did raise a really good point to. The suit might have been designed for summer in mind but it was hardly practical in this sort of heat. He was going to have to change before the party took place. She knew her fabric to…. Girl after his own heart? Or was he already starting to get to close? <br><br>He went with her to go some food. Talking to anyone who reached out to him or grabbed his attention. When she talked to Jasper he felt a momentary flicker of jealousy. A small bout of it that he didn’t want to show. He could be a pretty possessive guy when it came down to it. There was no doubt in his mind that at least one of the attractive men in the villa had their eye on her. <br><br>He chose a light meal for himself and by the time they moved to a more private area he’d taken his suit jacket off and hung it over one of the chairs. She wanted to know everything about him? Well he was more than willing to share! Sitting here in paradise with a pretty girl like her was exactly what he’d come here for in the first place. <br><br>“So ask away beautiful,” He told her with a small smile. “In a place like this I feel honesty is the best policy. I might have stepped forward for other girls if you hadn’t picked me but you were always my top choice babe.” He told her as he picked at his own food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>14-08-2019, 23:31:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.kylegalvin.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/In-the-Frow_Kyle-Galvin_Low-Res_11.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dress in picture and these shoes (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1u5ptcL1TBuNjy0Fjq6yjyXXa7/2019-cute-women-open-toe-high-heels-party-shoes-summer-gladiator-sandals-pink-sandals-wedding-shoes.jpg_640x640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa | <em>Corey</em> | Open<br><br><hr><br>Before Grace made her way to the daybeds with Corey, she received a compliment on her dress by Elsa. “Thank you so much!” Grace had sweetly responded. “Your outfit is fab. So simple yet so stylish.” Grace gave the blonde a genuine smile before waving at her, or trying to with a drink in her hand. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you better too!” Just as she had made her way over toward the daybeds, a crew member reached out to her to pass her a phone. But, Grace had no free hands left. “Oh my days,” she sighed out the words, chuckling at it all.<br><br>The crew member set her phone down on the daybed instead. “Right, that’s easier. Good idea.” She set all of her things down, carefully placing her drink on the boxed wooden frame that the bed fit inside of. Actually, it was the perfect size for holding drinks. How handy. Perhaps that was done intentionally? Grace shrugged and carefully sat herself down so that she was leaned to one side, her legs bent and crossed at the ankle. Her dress, of course, covered most of them. <br><br>Thankfully, Corey had decided to follow over. The bed was big enough to comfortably fit five or six adults, so even when he sat down beside her, he still felt far away. But, she supposed that was about right. It was probably for the best to take things relatively slow in here, right? She dug into a crisp with a healthy serving of guac after addressing Corey, crunching loudly and then hovering her free hand over her mouth promptly afterward, allowing her chews to be hidden.<br><br>Corey’s comment about jumping in bed together made her laugh after she swallowed, needing a sip of her drink to help clear her throat. “Yes, indeed. My thoughts exactly.” She set her drink down again and took another breath. He gave her his full name and a bit of background about himself. All the while, Grace was watching his lips move and looking into his eyes while he spoke, finding his nervous energy adorable for a variety of reasons. “Well, pleased to meet you Corey Dwyer. I’m Grace Carter.” She held her hand out for him. <br><br>“I look forward to tasting some of your expertly brewed coffee in the morning.” She grinned, obviously not too serious about that part. “I’m actually a… I guess you’d call it a fashion blogger.” She seemed a bit sheepish all of a sudden, even averting her gaze slightly. “I just have this affinity for fashion and I’ve posted quite a few outfits and ideas to my Instagram, which… amazingly… made me sort of take off in that little realm.” She chuckled, as if in disbelief over it all. Which, honestly, she still was. <br><br>“It’s not what I intended to do or what I set out to do…” She paused, daring to look at him again, her smile faintly returning. “I also bake. Erm, some of my friends and family have requested special items like cupcakes and that’s taken off a bit here and there but it’s really just something I enjoy doing.” She shrugged, looking a bit unsure. “I’m not sure I’m talented enough to do it professionally or anything.” She sighed, realizing she’d been talking awhile. <br><br>“Oh, sorry. Listen to me blather on and on. Anyway, we might do well to ask each other questions, if you like? So, I’ll go first.” She paused to think, but it was only for a brief moment. “What was your last relationship like, and when did it end?” Her head tilted to the side as she went in for another crisp and some more guac, ready to wet her whistle with yet another gulp of margarita promptly afterward. With questions as personal as this one, so much for going slow, right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>15-08-2019, 00:15:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mlYqNfF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured, and nude 4" heels (https://finestvibes.com/image/cache/catalog/trixy-nude-patent-high-heel-sandals-liliana-leeta-1-nude1-cr-1024x1269.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Johnny (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johnny (Norse) | Open<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Getting seated with Johnny, Elsa crossed her legs in his general direction with body tilted towards him so they could have a bit more of an intimate conversation. Elsa's eyes wondered around the Villa a bit while he situated himself and his meal. The villa was a very interesting sight with all it's splashes of colors and bright green AstroTurf lawn. It had a glossy studio set like appeal to it with the addition of being out in the open and having an adult sleep away camp feel to it. The place was a buzz with talking, laughing, and general lightheartedness. This was a moment to remember she thought to herself, like being at camp with her friends only these were friends she was just getting ready to meet.&nbsp; #Excite #CampLoveIsland<br><br>It felt good to see Johnny remove the jacket, while it looked smart on him, he looked far more chill without it. With him relaxed she felt more relaxed. It didn't take long before he started the grafting. Elsa said, <strong>"My dad always said that the suit makes the man. At least when it comes to the business. You'll have to keep your suit hung up somewhere for whenever they let us go on a first date. Here's hoping it's soon."</strong> She raised the cup of water she had and took a drink. <strong>"To ask a question, or maybe I should start the conversation differently. I want to know everything about you but oof, let's not do the whole twenty questions or I might fall asleep here. The anticipation of this place has had me up for days, I'm wiped."</strong> Her smile was broad before she snagged a bit of finger food and stuffed her face about as eloquently as she could manage to eat something with her fingers. Yes, she could have used utensils but using utensils on finger food was way to pretentious for her. Chewing it up and swallowing before continuing, "<strong>I like the grafting, don't stop. I mean who doesn't like a compliment but let's be real. No one knows anyone yet and everyone here is hot as fuck. They planned it, didn't they? What I want to know is what are your intentions? Like not about me, but in general. What are you hoping to gain from being here in the Villa, what's your overall game plan? The more I know about what you want the easier it's going to be for us to get along and help each other out."</strong> Scooping up another couple fingers full of samples she again stuffed her face. Oh, she could be lady like when she wanted to but she was chilling and this crowd was going to get to know all of each others habits so no point in being something she wasn't. <strong>"Sorry, I'm starved here. I usually eat a few thousand calories a day and drink about four litres of water."</strong> She wiped her fingers on a napkin and played with the phone that someone handed to her, ready to look up at Johnny when he talked. Her eyes might drift to the fun occasionally but mostly she was intent on eye contact with him. There would be lots of time to play with the phone later.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>15-08-2019, 03:21:35</strong>
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				<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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>15-08-2019, 03:45:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cb/8e/0f/cb8e0f92c179d46b0d7e3d6c66610bc9.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johnny Boy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Elsa<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><br><hr><br>“You’re dad has good taste,” Johnny remarked nodding his head. “Good taste and what not… you’d be surprised how many people have lost touch with that.” <br><br>He had a few things to say on the whole style thing. However he wasn’t going to start a tirade on his first “date” with the girl! He could be rather intense in that regard and he thought it might set a bad first impression with everyone at the table. <br><br>“Oh I have another suit for our first date,” He assured her with a sexy smirk. “I do believe in dressing well for my partner.” <br><br>Johnny smirk turned into a slight frown as she mentioned grafting. He turned like she did mimicing the way she was positioned so she would have his full attention as well. It was as much their own little bubble as the two of them were going to get right now.<br><br>“Honestly?” He remarked raising an eyebrow at her question. “I am here to find love…&nbsp; I’m also here to win the prize money. I’m a romantic so if your thinking it’s all just a bit of graft it’s not. You better get used to it! My game plan is to be in the strongest couple here on Love Island and win. Which is why if you don’t think things are meshing well for us or you just plain lose interest I want you to tell me. You’re the one I’m the most attracted to here… but if we get along and we’re a good team then I don’t see why you and I can’t take this all the way together… even see what happens with us.”<br><br>He paused to eat himself and chew on that in her head. Then he decided to breach the same topic of conversation with her!<br><br>“What about you?” He asked raising his eyebrows. “What are your intentions? What are you looking for the most?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>15-08-2019, 04:39:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://em.wattpad.com/75daf37dc42a40fd832b7dec84c246eb0a430ec8/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6a566f4f4c4d307a68625f352d773d3d2d3138333330313834342e313435363937303763646363376431372e706e67)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same tank in picture, and fitted blue jeans with these sandals (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0069/7692/products/Hari_Mari_Parks_Men_Sandals_Gray_Navy_01.jpg?v=1524688687)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Rhonda</em> | Open<br><br><hr><br>“I doubt you will,” Logan reassured Rhonda when she mentioned living up to those dull moments. “I wouldn’t have stepped forward if I thought that,” he grinned down at her, genuinely. And it was true. She looked far from dull to him. He chuckled when she practically sang her agreement about his suggestion for food. “Good, let’s have at it!” He led the way, eagerly. <br><br>Logan’s grin became even wider when Rhonda took one of his hands into her own when they intended to head over for their food. His fingers laced between hers rather easily, curling around her hand because his digits were so much larger. He took a moment when they were walking over to appreciate how she looked in her dress. For a moment he was dumbfounded that there weren’t more guys stepping forward for her. Then again, that was their loss and his gain, wasn’t it?<br><br>In line for the food, he allowed her to go in front of him. He grabbed an electric blue plate and filled it with plenty of food but mostly a huge pile of crisps and guac. A chuckle escaped him when he saw that Rhonda had been scooping an unearthly amount onto her plate as well. Ah, so that was one thing they had in common, apparently. He continued to follow her down the rest of the spread, taking a water bottle from a tub of ice and pocketing it. At the end of the line someone was handing out their Love Island phones.<br><br>“Here, I’ve got it.” Logan took Rhonda’s phone and then his own, before heading over to the table that she had picked out for them. It was bound to get more people joining it, but Logan was alright with that. He set his things down, slid Rhonda’s phone across the table to her and sat himself down beside her, angling his body so that he was facing her a bit better. “Right. Let’s tuck in!” He declared, grabbing one of his many lime wedges and squeezing it over his own fish taco. He glanced at her, sure he was seeing her salivating over it for a moment. “Did you want a wedge?” Logan chuckled, offering her one. <br><br>“Right, so, I suppose we should start with our surnames. Mine’s Thurston. Logan Thurston. And I’d like to know yours, if you don’t mind.” He pulled his water bottle out of his pocket and twisted it open, before taking a big gulp. “By the way, I’m rather an open book, so feel free to ask me anything. But, just know that I’ll fully expect you to answer all the same questions that you ask me.” He chuckled, giving her fair warning. “I do believe it’s a little game called 20 questions.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mature Desires</strong> on <strong>15-08-2019, 15:55:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/B5cDpxkCUAAz0ed.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cleo Balleta (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004245#msg15004245)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Manila, Phillipines <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard | Smoking Pit<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, Black mini dress with rips in it, black mesh heels &nbsp;(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BqOVGJACEAETHWm.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Devon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open | Devon<br><br><hr>Cleo looked up when Devon returned carrying two stacked plates full of food. <strong>"Oh my god here let me help!</strong>" she leaped up and took the top plate meant for her. The aromas coming off of the steam from the plate smelled amazing and made her stomach grumble even more. <strong>"Oh don't worry about it I'm starving! I may go back for seconds!" </strong>When he passed her the margarita Cleo took a sip of the sour tasting drink. It was good, but she knew if she had a few of these in her who knows what would&nbsp;happen. She would need to pace herself, but she also didn't want to come across as a wimpy lightweight either. Setting her drink down she turned her attention to the plate of food.<br><br>It was delicious and tasted like some of the best Mexican food she had had in a while. The tantalizing flavours danced across her tongue and palate as she dug into the plate. Her hunger took over and for a few seconds she forgot that she was constantly being filmed. Cleo remembered she needed to be more aware of herself now that she was being filmed almost 24/7. <strong>"Wow this is really good! Do you like Mexican food? There's a really good taco truck a few blocks away from my apartment back home." </strong>Cleo quickly licked a glob of guac off of her finger as she finished a taco in almost record time. Wiping her mouth with a napkin she slowed down once she had a bit of food in her system.&nbsp;<br><br>When Devon spoke about not stepping forward Cleo waved his apology away.<strong> "Oh don't worry it's all good.. That's the challenge of not going first and having full choice of all the guys.."</strong> As he pointed over at the redhead he had wanted to step forward for Cleo felt a bit of her jealous side flair up a little. <strong>"Well if you want to ask her out I'm not stopping you.." </strong>Cleo dug her fork stiffly into the corn and salsa salad. She knew guys had already probably picked their favourite girls whether they were with them or not. Cleo just hoped she would meet someone she could connect on a deeper level before she could be kicked out of the game.<br><br><strong>"I'm sure you don't believe me just yet, but it is true what I said back there.. My brother played in a thrash band in the early 90's and when his band would play I would sometimes be with him since the rest of the family was out working. I have pictures where different band members looked after me.. If I had my real phone I'd show you some of the pictures from back home. I can't say I'm a big fan of heavy metal, but my brother taught me how to play bass and I'm not that bad of a drummer either.."</strong> Cleo took a bite from the enchilada and closed her eyes for a moment. <em>Why does food have to taste so good here! I'm going to end up gaining like 10 pounds while I'm here! </em>she thought to herself.&nbsp;<br><br><strong>"Who would I step forward for? Hmm that's a good question.."</strong> she looked around at the different couples.<strong> "Maybe Terry, Logan or Owen I guess.. I don't like choosing people just based off of their looks.. yeah I know that sounds cliche and we always judge people on their appearance first, but I have found time and time again that trying to date a guy just based on their looks usually ends in trouble.." </strong>Cleo frowned and took a few more bites of her food. Picking up the green drink she took another big gulp from it. Cleo hadn't realized how dehydrated she probably was. All of the excitement had made her forget to drink something.&nbsp;<br><br><strong>"So what's your end game in all this? Looking for your Cinderella? Or trying to cash out?</strong>" Cleo asked bluntly. While some others might try to get to know everything about their partner back home, Cleo wanted to focus on the present and know what her odds were sticking with Devon. The money was definitely appealing, but she really hoped to find someone who she could really see a future with. <em>Was it bad being a hopeless romantic? My prince charming is out there somewhere</em>. Cleo thought to herself as she finished off the rest of the rice on her plate. She couldn't tell if Devon was fully into her or not. Reaching over and picking up her drink she quickly took another sip feeling thirsty. <strong>"I can't believe they gave out salted drinks on such a hot day to all of us. Are they trying to get us all drunk?!"</strong> she giggled a little.&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>15-08-2019, 20:23:55</strong>
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				<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> 1 July, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard | Smoking Pit<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black leather jacket, sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), denim jeans, black boots, and a DTP Ziltoid t-shirt (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0110/6296/8401/products/5c403ba1fc683c57845ae7c0-original_1024x1024@2x.jpg?v=1564756720)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cleo | Corey &amp; Grace mentioned | Johnny and Cassandra mentioned | Open<br><br><hr><br>Those early moments where Cleo gladly ate her food, unconcerned about keeping up appearances, were actually positively received by Devon. It wasn't like she was a slob, and most people weren't. Yet there were always such concerns about looking "ladylike" that, inevitably, fell away the further down into a relationship you had gone. At some point, everyone was introduced to each other's uncouth bodily functions that were shared. One day, be it due to partying too hardily or suffering a flu virus or food poisoning, you'd need someone there to hold your hair back from the toilet. So when Cleo gladly accepted and ate her food after a day in which they'd all been feeling quite hungry, he acknowledged it as a welcome dose of reality.<br><br>Which is why it was so obvious when she realized there were others watching. She was smooth about it, but the change in demeanor was spotted and her guard had gone back up. A bit disappointing, but at the same time he couldn't blame her. She continued to speak about her brother, and while he was still skeptical about the whole baby-sitting thing, he could tell she wasn't being entirely dishonest. She didn't try and pass herself off as being a fan of metal herself just to impress him. She wasn't that desperate for his approval, though there was clearly a desire for validation.<br><br>Let's be honest, he had it himself.<br><br>He had been chewing on his own taco as she accepted his apology, a slight note of cattiness to her voice as she gave permission to ask Red out on a date (not likely at this point), and discussed her own background. Perhaps they could talk about bass later, as he himself had played it a bit. He had been in the middle of his second taco as she had brought up the three guys she would have stepped forward for, noting that she at least did not state Finger-Guns. Scanning over the back yard and all the dispersing couples, Devon still wasn't sure what he thought of most of these fellows, but he definitely recognized the eyes of a snake in Johnny. That, at least, showed good judgment on her part. Then again, she arrived after his big sleazy show, hadn't she?<br><br>She didn't mention Gilligan, though. His eyes sought the young kid out, still looking rather bashful as he and Platinum sat together.<br><br><strong>"So what's your end game in all this? Looking for your Cinderella? Or trying to cash out?"</strong> He smirked at the question, resting his plate on the empty seat beside him as he reached down to take hold of his bottle. Now that was a good question, wasn't it? He drank some of the beer as Cleo took a sip of her own beverage. <strong>"I can't believe they gave out salted drinks on such a hot day to all of us. Are they trying to get us all drunk?!"</strong> He smirked, his eyes continuing to scan the rest of the backyard.<br><br>"Low food and little water followed by copious amounts of alcohol?" he questioned. "Sounds like a great way to get a bunch of people to let their guard down on camera, day one." He turned and smirked over at Cleo. "I mean, that's the point of the two new arrivals, right? It's not about helping people find love at all, but the disruption of the effort." Of course, the producers had also already briefed them regarding alcohol consumption. No more than two drinks. Buzzed contestants was no doubt desired, but with such a group of unpredictable personalities, you never knew which fellows would be the drunk sort to punch a hole in the wall, or which girls would start to rip each other's hair out, and you most certainly didn't want someone choking on their own vomit. Even so, intentional or not, circumstances were perfect for everyone getting light-headed and talkative before they even finished their drinks.<br><br>"It's funny," he said pensively, eyes scanning the other contestants once more, "I was just asking myself moments ago why I was even selected to be a part of this whole game. I stick out like a sore thumb, right?" He looked back at her, as if for confirmation. "Thing is, I only signed up because I lost a bet. If you go back and watch my interview tape, my response to the 'worst date' question is that there are no bad dates, just bad standards or expectations or something." He looked back to Gilligan and Platinum, sitting atop their bed, looking like a genuine couple on their first date together. "You don't <em>look</em> for love. I may not be a fan of those old Disney movies, but the Prince didn't <em>look</em> for Cinderella." He went to take another swig of his beer, but stopped with a chuckle. "Well, not until he had the slipper, at least," he added, glancing back towards Cleo. He took the drink of beer, allowing his thoughts to collect a bit more. "The thing is, she showed up." He then paused, his mouth breaking into a grin. "Perhaps the real Cinderella here is Plain Jane there, only she didn't get a fancy gown for the ball?" He shook his head, chuckling to himself.<br><br>"I'm not really in it to <em>find</em> my Cinderella, in part because I'm hardly a prince myself," he continued. "The producers no doubt are aware of this. I'm probably here for some kind of entertainment I haven't even sussed out yet. But if you want my honest answer?" He lifted his beer bottle, finger gently pointing to Corey in the distance. "He's the only, truly honest guy here. I've seen <em>every</em> type of personality here working at my bar, and I can tell you that he's the one that's sincere. If I have a goal, it's to make sure he wins, be it in love or cash or both."<br><br>He took one final swig of his beer. Really, he'd only decided on that goal just then. Yeah, he could sit here and be a jokester, and he'd certainly love to be one. He wanted his friends back home to laugh and holler for him when all was said and done. But there was no way Devon was winning this. Not without feeling like a real piece of scum. Plus, the name of the game wasn't to <em>really</em> find love, it was to undercut the chances of those who <em>could</em>. That's what the cash incentive was for. That's why it whittled down contestants little by little. That sort of meat grinder could turn a kid like Gilligan into a bitter, rotten soul that turned to pick-up artistry and became another Finger-Guns.<br><br>Devon couldn't win, but maybe he could make sure a worthy contestant could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>15-08-2019, 22:43:19</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/8ca9aa1b3dc1dbd5c1cf8768476290b8/tumblr_pvp2nnifWj1rjiw4so4_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (http://CS URLhttps://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> James Harding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> James, Open<br><br><hr><br>Gwen felt blessed with the choice she had made with James. He seemed like he needed this time away into the villa more than anyone. There was something hidden behind that smile but she wasn’t one to pry or question why he had walls up. She hoped the more they learned of each other the easier it would be for him to let her in. For her to soothe whatever was bothering him. Gwen didn’t really have a reason to run away from the world. She had lived her life without someone to share it with for so long she almost forgot how to have a conversation with someone she was interested in and intrigued about.<br><br>She gave his reply to her question and she smiled, giving him an honest answer seemed to be the least she could do, not that she’d ever tell someone a lie about something, maybe a partial truth but in this situation letting go and being truthful with herself and whoever she was with at the time was what she needed to find herself and that love she sought.<br><br><em>"What about you? I must admit I'm really pleased that you chose me, you seem to be one of the real ones here."</em><br><br>She kept her watch on him no matter what shenanigans went on around them. She knew food was set out and her stomach complained slightly but she wanted this time to set down and see where each other was coming from. Her mind went back to all the other guys she dated and how fast they seemed to swoop in for the kill with out even surveying the area. With James it would be different, she could feel that and she was happy it was him.<br><br><strong>”Thank you for choosing to step forward for me. I was afraid no one would and that kind of sends a blow to your self esteem. So you, good Sir, are my knight in..</strong> she paused to look him over then chuckled a little with a smile, <strong>”.. well my knight. We can leave it at that. Don’tcha think?” </strong> <br><br>Her soft hand reached forward to touch his leg just then and she seemed comfortable leaving it there. <strong>”So, James, what do you do in your free time? Or even everyday for a job? Walk me through a typical day in the life of James.”</strong><br><br>She looked directly into his eyes as she spoke, truly invested in what he had to say. Her grumbling tummy could wait a few more minutes.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>16-08-2019, 02:00:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SuE32Mj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Montreal, Quebec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 - Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (https://i.imgur.com/ZbaqeGj.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan | Open<br><br><hr><br>Trying to identify each and every piece of her meal got boring real quick, especially when it meant that a pile of chips and guacamole got to remain as such the more Rhonda stalled. Thankfully, Logan spared her from any more suffering by showing up table side. Her Love Island phone was set down beside her plate before he took a seat close by. Normally, she'd take exception to someone sitting beside her than across from her at a table, though the sense of urgency to get to know a stranger intimately in a matter of a few hours gave Rhonda some pause. <br><br>Him coming by with a number of lime wedges and a vaguely English accent helped his case quite a bit.<br><br>It was only vaguely English because Rhonda had no idea how and where to even begin placing it. She could identify a French accent from France as opposed to a French accent from Quebec thanks to her exposure to it growing up. Or, well, detecting that entitled attitude in a Quebec accent was a more accurate representation of her ability. She found herself squinting at him for a second or two too long, as if it was going to help her find the answer as to where he was from. Failing that, she happily grabbed a wedge of lime from his plate that was equally covered in guacamole and doused her own fish taco with it.<br><br>"Surnames? That's an easy one. Mine is <em>Bouchard</em>~!" Rhonda, on the note of accents, overplayed a French one here. It was one that came from the southern coast of France. Marseille, perhaps. Before Logan could even question it, she was already explaining how it came about. "My family is from Quebec - in Canada. Papa Bouchard and Mama Nguyen makes a Rhonda Bouchard." She watched Logan for a moment, waiting to see if he did what most everyone else does when they discover that she's a Bouchard. A simple nod, a mildly impressed smirk followed by a 'huh, that's interesting' was what she was expecting. "Thurston. That's gonna make you English, innit?"<br><br>Rhonda laughed at her own joke and the use of what she understood as an English term. She was almost certain that she would be the only one doing so. She took a few bites of her meal once she settled herself and while Logan replied before getting to their dinner game. "20 questions. Okay. How old are you, Logan? I'm twenty-two. If I had to guess, I'd say... uh... twenty-eight?" Rhonda tilted her head this way and that to get a better look at Logan's face. "Beards make this game so hard!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>16-08-2019, 02:19:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace<br><br><hr>“Well, it's a real pleasure to meet you, Grace Carter.&nbsp; And to be in a sudden couple with you too.” Corey replied with a laugh, the sound only coming out a little more nervous than he might have wanted it to.&nbsp; “As for the coffee, well, that’s a date then.”&nbsp; He grinned, glad to have something to look forward to that he was actually good at.&nbsp; Corey knew from watching past seasons that there would be games and competitions, and while he certainly didn’t think he would be terrible at them, or at least all of them, it was nice to know that he could do something for Grace early on that he knew he would excel at.&nbsp; After all, she could have been one of those people who didn't even drink coffee!<br><br>As Grace continued on, for a second Corey felt a hint of fear creep into his chest.&nbsp; A fashion blogger?&nbsp; Was she like an influencer or something? Someone who would just be concerned about posing for the camera in cute outfits and not really caring about anything but gaining more followers?&nbsp; Was that why she picked him, the least likely guy to draw the camera away from her when they were together?&nbsp; <br><br>Feeling himself spiralling, Corey reigned it in just in time to really listen to what Grace was saying and not his own worst fears.&nbsp; She baked?&nbsp; He wondered, a wide grin spreading across his lips as just the thought of that washed away his fears.&nbsp; “Well, have to say I consider myself a bit of an expert when it comes to baked goods, you know.” Corey nodded.&nbsp; “Maybe we can find ourselves some time in the kitchen and I can make us some coffee, and then try a few of your treats.&nbsp; I promise to let you know exactly how talented you are then.”&nbsp; Feeling the cameras train onto him, Corey wondered what it was that he had said.<br><br>“Honestly, you are so pretty and put together that the thought of you all dusty with flour and rolling out dough is impossible to picture.”&nbsp; Corey laughed.&nbsp; At Grace’s question though, Corey could feel the smile falling from his face in perfect time with color slowly draining away from his face.&nbsp; “Oy, I wasn’t expecting that so early, but I am guessing it makes sense.”&nbsp; Hoping that the cameras were focused on another couple, or at least this part would end up on the editing room floor, Corey went on.&nbsp; “Alright, I’ll be honest here.&nbsp; The last girl I was with, well, I found out she was cheating one me.&nbsp; Wasn’t recent, a few months ago, but I’ve not really gone in for anything serious since.&nbsp; So then I thought, why not reality TV?!”&nbsp; He said, trying for a laugh to lighten the mood back up.<br><br>“Alright, your turn, same question.&nbsp; And tell me it's a better story than mine, or I am destined to get tossed right off the show!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>16-08-2019, 02:52:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/daSQ0jT.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Montreal, Quebec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan, mentioning JJ | Super Open<br><br><hr><br>Rhonda was not a morning person. There would have to be an occasion that called for her to wake up well before 8AM. If anyone asked her, a morning in the Love Island villa surrounded by a number of people in various states of awakeness wasn't one of those occasions. Despite that, she stirred at the movement of Logan getting up when he did, though she only moved to take the space that he had vacated. Silly boy getting up so dang early!<br><br>It wasn't until there was a bit more noise going through the villa that Rhonda did truly wake up. She stretched, extending her arms and hands above her head over the pillow, her toes wiggled about underneath the sheet as well. Her body twisted completely to her side, an arm coming down onto the bed to embrace the lovely gentleman that she shared this bed with last night. Finding no one, Rhonda flattened her lips as she remembered him slipping out earlier that morning "Oh, right... Dummy."<br><br>Sitting up straight in the middle of the bed, Rhonda looked around the room to take stock. She felt a little strange noting the fact that a bunch of adults were in a single bedroom, but the thought got less strange as she added the circumstances to the situation. They were all here willingly. On TV. To win money. Oh, and find love, she remembered.<br><br>Her attention turned to her phone on the nightstand by her side of the bed. It flashed at her for what she thought was only the second time since getting it. Thinking it was a message from Logan, as no one else seemed to be overly excited about a group text, Rhonda stretched out her body to reach it and read the message (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15021342#msg15021342) aloud to herself in a hushed tone. The further she got into what was written, the less sense it made. Then she read the name.<br><br>"JJ!?" she blurted out, perhaps a tad bit too loud for the morning and those around her. Deciding whether she was incredibly flattered or utterly dumbstruck was a mental battle taking place just as Logan came into the bedroom. He wasted little time in grabbing the space beside her and&nbsp; explained that he himself had a breakfast date. She eyed him curiously as he seemed to just look at the space in front of him. He eventually turned to her, throwing a few assurances and a smile she learned to appreciate her way. Interesting.<br><br>Rhonda made nothing of it, simply returning the hug that Logan came in for. She was skeptical, to say the least. He didn't belong to her, nor did she belong to him. As much as she did want to be with Logan this morning to get to know him better, it was in his right to go on a date with any of the other girls in this villa should he choose to. It would be dumb of him not to. Just as it would be dumb of her not to take JJ up on his offer.<br><br>"I guess I'll see you after lunch!" Rhonda said once Logan pulled away, no doubt heading to his date. She waved the phone that was still in her hand at him. "I have a date, too." It didn't mean to come across as spiteful or cynical, though, considering the circumstances of him departing, no one could be blamed for thinking that way. Her eyes stayed on him until he was completely out of view before she looked to her phone again. Her thumbs padded against the device as she replied to JJ in the affirmative (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15021682#msg15021682). As soon as she finished, she tossed the phone onto the center of the bed. She wasn't entirely too sure how she felt about everything. She was happy to get some attention from another in the villa but she wondered if she'd be happier just having Logan all to herself. <br><br>Coming to no real resolution to her latest quandary, Rhonda stood up from her shared bed to do the only thing she knew to do when she was frustrated. Shower.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>16-08-2019, 04:27:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mlYqNfF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured, and nude 4" heels (https://finestvibes.com/image/cache/catalog/trixy-nude-patent-high-heel-sandals-liliana-leeta-1-nude1-cr-1024x1269.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Johnny (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johnny (Norse) | Open<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>The food on the plate was distracting. They had professional chefs on staff and the spread was pretty damn good or maybe she was just hungry but the smell of it wafting up off her plate had her sampling everything rapidly even while listening to Johnny lay it out there for her. She smiled down at her plate at his claim of being a romantic. Let's face it, he was smooth as silk but the boisterous attitude, cocky bravado, and slick salesmen style wasn't doing the romantic theme any justice. If he meant it, she wasn't buying it. But who has time to respond to that line when this food smells so damn good... plus trying to talk with your mouthful was just plain rude isn't it.<br><br>Elsa smiled up at him, wiping a bit of something delicious off her chin as she laughed at herself. Her tongue licked up the spicy sauce from the corners of her lips before she choose to respond. Johnny was taking this as a chance to dig into his cuisine as well. Cleansing her palate with a drink she watched him eat for a moment. He didn't seem quite as ravenous as she was and took his food in what appeared to be a more normal fashion. She wondered what he'd be like at a southern US style barbecue or out to dinner at a posh Michelin Star joint. Johnny took the next moment to turn the questions back onto her.<br><br><strong>"I'm looking for lots of things while I'm here,"</strong> Elsa said, her smile definitely on the cheeky side. <strong>"Like, I of course feel it would be great if I could find someone to crack on with. Lots of fine looking people here so I'm sure that at least one person either now or in the future that comes in will hopefully want to crack on with me too. I don't see myself winning any prize money though. A lot of people will come through the doors over the next several weeks. Only two will win the prize but if it's money you want, the real coin is in lasting the whole time and being the one that can be in the middle of all the drama and still come out smelling like a rose. You can parlay that into some media attention and push it for a career if the aim is that. But given my situation, I don't see any of the money or fame, or whatever coming my way. Not really my thing anyways. So having a good time and getting on with someone is probably where my attentions will be. Hope I get to enjoy the experience for as long as possible, you know?"</strong> Her drink stole her attentions for a moment before she continued. <strong>"How's that for a response? These are early days, yeah? Lots to know about people. Haven't even got to see a lot of you in your tight swim trunks yet. How's a girl to make a proper judgement until she sees the goods."</strong> Elsa laughed while blushing and did her best to hide it by stuffing her face with more of the meal.<br><br>Wondering if she had accidentally started a far to intense conversation she glanced around at the others. Than casually without cracking a smile dipped her fingers in the guacamole on her plate, turned to look at something interesting in the crowd, and tried to smear it across Johnny's cheek without making her intent obvious. The design of which, if allowed to happen or otherwise not stopped in time, would resemble a number one or perhaps the start of some warpaint. If she was able to get two fingers across his cheek, one could say it would resemble a pair of green skis and that she was marking her Swedish territory on the canvas of his chiseled jaw.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>16-08-2019, 05:30:32</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/yhI0iAG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samantha Jeuil (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15005952#msg15005952) (pronounced Jewel)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Perth, Australiia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pic related (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRsIRl30aRNT_PJBzJm3sZf0DnKQ-oUe1E73IgBkxNnjTN6H0lt-w)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Terry<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Terry, Open<br><hr><br>Samantha allowed Terry to grab her hand and lead them through the crowd towards the banquet table, while there wasn't a huge amount of contestants on the show, the addition of what seemed to be a three-person camera crew dedicated to each couple, added quite a bit to the bustle. But regardless of the amount, these people were professionals and knew how to stay out of the way of their fellow crew's shots and be as unintrusive as possible for the contestants themselves. <br><br><strong>“So what do you think of all this so far?”</strong> Terry asked her as they walked over <strong>“Got your eye on anyone?”</strong>. "It's pretty wild yeah." she nodded and sighed at the second question, sure she was aware that it wasn't a pairing he wanted, given that he hadn't stood for her, but having somene be so obvious about waitng for the chance to cut her loose irked her. "well i'll say it again, because obviously you need to hear it again. You weren't just a default, if the ladies stood for the lads instead of the other way around, i would've for you. But yes, I hoped to get Corey, or Owen just as well." she said as they got into line for the food grabbing a plate and loading up on grub. The guacamole seemed popular as she saw the catering staff replace it twice already in the time it took for them to get down the line. She helped herself to everything she wanted and then carried the almost sagging plate towards a nearby table. <br><br>as she sat down she took another look at her place and smiled sheepishly "when you grow up with 5 siblings you get used to taking as much as you can, when you can." she said with a chuckle "been years since that was actually necessary but old habits die hard." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>16-08-2019, 06:00:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GexPvLL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Harding (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004164#msg15004164)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight <br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stilwater, MN, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What you see in the pic (http://Outfit URL)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Gwen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gwen<br><hr><br>”Thank you for choosing to step forward for me. I was afraid no one would and that kind of sends a blow to your self esteem. So you, good Sir, are my knight in.... well my knight. We can leave it at that. Don’tcha think?” &nbsp;James chuckled "I knew i should've packed my shining armor." he said hitting himself lightly on the forehead "but really all the guys who didn't are fools, plain and simple." He met her eyes as they spoke, a deep blue, filled with a personality that he had a feeling he would take great pleasure in getting to know. <br><br>”So, James, what do you do in your free time? Or even everyday for a job? Walk me through a typical day in the life of James.” She spoke up again, resting her hand on his leg, it was like being touched with a red-hot cattle brand, and it took all his efforts to resist reacting. "Well, I'm an author, so my days probably sound pretty boring from the outside, I typically spend most of my time in my office, writing, arguing with my publisher and editor, and occasionally go for a walk to get some air when I've hit a wall." James shrugged as he finished "What's the life of Gwen like?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>16-08-2019, 21:12:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UU0GzEF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Morning 8:30am 'ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard | Gym Equipment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Johnny (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cassie | Open<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>To much excitement, after a night in bed with a stranger and meeting all the new faces. Elsa was awake early and laying there listening to the buzz talk about texts and dates. Several people had been selected to go off on dates today. The games were happening already, people vying to break up couples before they even had a chance to really get to know each other. Whew, this was going to be intense. Elsa needed to burn off this nervous energy... and keep up with her workout routine. Slipping out of bed as quiet as a mouse, white lace thong, and cropped cotton tank all she wore to bed the night before. She went off into the powder room and swapped clothes for workout attire before padding her way down the stairs. Standing in the common room's patio doors she stretched a bit and laced up her shoes. The bright green turf, and glass flat water of the pool outside beckoning her to greet the day. Not a breeze stirring for the moment, pure serene tranquility. Damn it was beautiful here.<br><br>A quick grab of a water bottle and sunscreen in the outdoor kitchen she headed off to the gym equipment where she proceeded to get serious about the warming up before her workout.<br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/w1TUvw3.gif)(https://i.imgur.com/HkcCYDw.gif)</div><br>When Elsa saw Cassie, she waved her over and quietly said<strong> "Good morning. Any idea who's going on the dates? I overheard but didn't catch what was happening."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>16-08-2019, 22:06:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/8ca9aa1b3dc1dbd5c1cf8768476290b8/tumblr_pvp2nnifWj1rjiw4so4_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (http://CS URLhttps://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> James Harding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> James, Open<br><br><hr><br>She spoke of the others being idiots in not stepping forward for her. To be honest she was happy with her choice. He was a puzzle she wanted to get to know better. Maybe solve the puzzle and she was looking forward to snuggling with him, if he lets her. Bedtime was close and she was a little jittery but excited all the same. <br><br>He was a writer! An author right before her. She had to ask him what sorts of books he wrote. She felt like maybe he was the fantasy sort, or maybe science fiction. She was already impressed.<br><br><strong>”An author!!! For real? I love reading! Unfortunately they didn’t let me bring any books. So I guess you’ll have regale me with bedtime stories.’</strong><br><br>She grinned teasingly and couldn’t wait to hear just what he did write but she’d answer his question first, as it was only fair.<br><br><strong>”A day in the life of Gwen. Well its not too exciting, nothing like being a writer. My day usually starts early, I get up and go for a run or a swim then shower/shave and all that. Next I have breakfast—i love to eat. I would say I’m an adventurous eater. One of these days I’m going to take a few weeks from work and travel through Asia, China, Hong Kong, Thailand, Vietnam, Korea, Japan — I expect to spend a lot of time in Japan, .. that’s about it for my list. I’m getting off track...sorry. So where was I.. oh yeah, food. Breakfast then off to work. I work as a courier for a lawyers office. It’s not what I want to be when I grow up but it pays the bills. I work hard and long hours before I have to go to my night classes at the local university. I am in class about 4 hours until its about 9:30p then I go home have food, shower, and fall into my bed. I want a little dog someday but right now I’m too busy to take care of any pet. Even my gold fish died because I wasn’t around to feed it. I used to have time between work and school to go on dates and my last boyfriend sort of ruined everything I wanted in a man. Well until I saw you and something about you just sparked my curiosity. So... </strong> <br><br>She takes a deep breath and looks down at her hands, one on his leg moved back in front of her...<strong> that’s a day in my life along with a few other tidbits I suppose. That took longer than I ‘specked.”</strong><br><br>Her sweet southern accent slipping out more the more excited and relaxed she gets. She looks up from looking at her hands as they drew little doodles with her finger along the shorts of the overalls she wore. She had the longer full length sort of coveralls but it was so hot she opted for the shorts version and even still wish she had worn shorts and a tank or bikini top. She didn’t realize the girls would be showing a lot of skin. It was like no one gave her the memo on that. At any rate she glanced up at him through dark lashes before she settled back in her seat and her stomach reminded her of food.<br><br><strong>”Wanna grab some food and chat a little more before we head up for bed?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>16-08-2019, 23:14:15</strong>
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				<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."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>16-08-2019, 23:49:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://em.wattpad.com/75daf37dc42a40fd832b7dec84c246eb0a430ec8/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6a566f4f4c4d307a68625f352d773d3d2d3138333330313834342e313435363937303763646363376431372e706e67)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same tank in picture, and fitted blue jeans with these sandals (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0069/7692/products/Hari_Mari_Parks_Men_Sandals_Gray_Navy_01.jpg?v=1524688687)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Rhonda</em> | Open<br><br><hr><br>While Rhonda gave him her surname, he was prepared to nod in response. However, the taste of the guac hit his tongue first and instead of offering a simple nod of understanding, he released a sort of appreciative groan, undoubtedly at the authentic flavor. Thankfully, despite the rush of deliciousness washing over his taste buds, Logan had still been paying enough attention to Rhonda to pick up on something that many others might have let slip. <br><br>“Your mother’s maiden name is Nguyen?” He pondered for a moment, looking her over a little closer. “Is she Vietnamese?” That would certainly explain the very unique look and beauty that Rhonda held. When she questioned his English origins, he chuckled aloud and nodded. “Guilty as charged. I’m from Manchester. Lived there all me life, actually.” He grinned, deciding to reveal a little more, though she hadn’t asked. “This is my first proper holiday out of the UK.” <br><br>He sputtered a bit to correct himself. “Well, not holiday, but you know what I mean. It’s my first time crossing the pond.” He took a few bites of his fish taco, again groaning aloud at the delicious flavor. “Sorry,” he realized he was being a bit louder than he should’ve been. “I quite like food.” He confessed, laughing sheepishly. Taking a break to drink some more of his water, he cocked his head at her response to the game he offered up. <br><br>Her first question was about his age. Logan smirked at her guess. “Ah, so the beard must age me slightly. You’re close but I’m 26.” He didn’t look offended whatsoever. On the contrary, he thought it was usually better to be thought of as older than he really was. She revealed that she was 22 before guessing his age. That was a small age gap, nothing he thought much of, to be well honest. <br><br>“My turn, is it?” He thought for a moment. “Right, so, what is your favorite way to end the day, normally?” He let her contemplate for a bit while he thought about his own answer. “For me, it’s all about getting some writing done that I’m genuinely proud of, then kicking back with a cold beer, a homemade meal and ideally, someone to share it all with.” He took the last few bites of his fish taco while waiting for Rhonda’s reply, still careful not to spill into his beard. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragongoddess</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 01:33:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/fa/be/50fabee4df34c852489387f95f83f61e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Cassandra Pendragon</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006244#msg15006244)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> <br><em>Birth / Childhood:</em> Limerick, Shannon Region, Ireland<br><em>Current:</em> County Down, Northern Ireland / United Kingdom Region, Ireland<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July 2019, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom --&gt; Villa Backyard --&gt; Workout Space<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This shirt with black short shorts (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ca/e4/b3/cae4b395d8727e21c27293887b1ca151.jpg) --&gt; Towel --&gt; Outfit in Picture (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/fa/be/50fabee4df34c852489387f95f83f61e.jpg) with this silver and red Claddagh ring (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61NiN8RYXSL._UL1500_.jpg) on her right hand, tip of the heart pointing out<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen Christopher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002076#msg15002076)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> | Owen Christopher |&nbsp; Delaney Clarke (Mentioned) | Jasper Jameson (Mentioned) | Elsa Nilssöm | Devon Daniels | OPEN! |<br><hr>Today had already started out a fairly rocky morning for the redheaded Islander.&nbsp; First, she'd been woken up with her phone going off.&nbsp; As someone who hated mornings, Cassandra's initial reaction was to throw the damn thing across the room and go back to sleep.&nbsp; Luckily for the phone, when she picked it up, she saw a picture of the newest Island Guy, JJ, and decided against such an action, instead choosing to open the text (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15021465#msg15021465).&nbsp; She wasn't sure whether or not Owen was awake laying beside her but she definitely hoped he wasn't as the second she realized she was picked for one of the first three dates, the girl let out a small squeak, muffled only by the blanket wrapped around herself.&nbsp; After recomposing herself, she finally touched the reply space to pull up the phone's keyboard and texted back a slightly flirtatious response (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15021730#msg15021730) before laying back down next to her first couple partner.<br><br>She had barely closed her eyes and was starting to drift back to sleep when she heard a phone nearby go off again.&nbsp; Thinking it might have been JJ replying back to her, her eyes shot open and her phone was back in her hands in a matter of seconds.&nbsp; Alas, a small frowned formed upon her lips as she saw her phone with no new notifications.&nbsp; Then she realized whose phone it must have been.&nbsp; As if trying to sneakily see what he had received, Cassie laid her head down on the Hulk's muscular chest and pressed her body against his side to read over his shoulder.&nbsp; What she saw, she didn't like.&nbsp; She wasn't about to tell him that though so instead she kissed his cheek.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Good morning."</span></span>&nbsp; She said as she started to get up, letting the covers drop to reveal a gray tank top then a pair of tight black shorts that would have revealed the bottom of her behind if they had been any shorter.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"I'm going to go take a shower then make some coffee if you'd like any."</span></span>&nbsp; She said to make sure he wasn't worried when she didn't come back.<br><br>Instead, she did go to the room just outside the shower but once she had made sure none of the other contestants were around, she gripped tightly to the sink, squeezing until her knuckles became a bright white.&nbsp; <em>'What did that bint think she was doing asking <em>her</em> current man out?'</em>&nbsp; Cassie thought to herself.&nbsp; She hated that she'd only gotten one night with the Hulk and already someone was trying to play games that might get her mugged off.&nbsp; That was something she wasn't going to put up with.&nbsp; As soon as that girl got back here, Cassie was going to make sure she didn't play games like that again.<br><br>In fact, she was so pissed off she picked up her phone and was about to send a text to Delaney when her face flushed red at the sight of her own invitation on a date opened on her screen.&nbsp; It still didn't mean she was happy about the girl asking Owen on a date.&nbsp; No, that was a situation she was going to have to handle when the brunette bint got back.&nbsp; But with the thought of Delaney possibly stealing Owen fresh in Cassie's mind, she was definitely going to make sure she had a good time with JJ.&nbsp; If Hulk wanted to mug her off, Cassandra was going to make sure she stayed on the Island anyways.<br><br>After finally calming down and making a plan, the girl actually did turn the shower on.&nbsp; Hot and steamy, just like she liked it.&nbsp; Unfortunately, it wasn't until she was getting out that Cas realized she had forgotten any clothes to change into.&nbsp; Oops.&nbsp; In order to rectify the situation, she grabbed one of the towels left out for the Islanders and ran back to the bedroom where more people were starting to stir.&nbsp; <em>'Crap.'</em>&nbsp; She thought.&nbsp; She was afraid of people catching her sopping wet wearing only a towel this early in the game.&nbsp; But alas, it was unavoidable...unless she wanted to get caught completely naked, that is.<br><br>After reaching the bed she was sharing with Hulk, Cassandra squatted down, making sure the towel that was made for women of a normal height continued to cover everything as she pulled out the first workout outfit she could find.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Sorry."</span></span>&nbsp; She said, holding up the outfit as she found one of her many Claddagh rings to pair with it.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Just needed to grab these."</span></span>&nbsp; With clothes in hand, she disappeared back into the bathroom to change, coming out only about two minutes later, looking as put together as she could possibly have looked without any makeup on.<br><br>Like she said she was going to do, Cassie's next stop was the Villa Kitchen outdoors.&nbsp; Usually, Cassandra would have started breakfast as well as the coffee but today, she didn't want to wind up throwing a burning pan at Delaney's head and wind up getting removed from the game this early.&nbsp; So instead she just made coffee while she looked around the kitchen to find out what ingredients it was stocked with.&nbsp; Unfortunately, Cassandra's favorite cooking item, cooking alcohols, was nowhere to be found.&nbsp; Looked like she'd have to make due without unless she could eventually convince someone in charge that the food would taste much better if they could get some into her hands.<br><br>By the time Cassandra finished her mug of coffee and filled her water bottle, the first Islander she'd really seen all day was walking out.&nbsp; It was Elsa dressed in a pink, long-sleeved shirt that clung to her torso as if to reveal everything and tight, black pants that didn't help hide anything else.&nbsp; Then again, Cassandra couldn't say much about that, could she?&nbsp; She herself was wearing even less than the fit blonde who was waving her over as she walked towards the workout section.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Ah, what could it hurt?"</span></span>&nbsp; Cassandra asked herself, putting the mug in the dishwasher and grabbing her own water bottle before following.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Good morning!"</span></span>&nbsp; Cas said, trying to sound happy.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"It's Elsa, right?"</span></span>&nbsp; As Cassandra spoke, she pulled out her phone and took a picture, considering whether or not she wanted to send it to JJ or Owen but ultimately deciding against either.&nbsp; Instead, she tossed the phone into the grass, deciding that if either one of them wanted to get a hold of her, they both knew how.&nbsp; With her hands free, she got down on the ground for her morning sit-ups.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Well, I think breakfast was Logan and Grace."</span></span>&nbsp; She said between sit-ups.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"They both seemed pretty busy while I was getting ready like they were in a hurry.&nbsp; And I know that Owen is going with Delaney for dinner but I'm not actually sure who else the bint asked."</span></span>&nbsp; She didn't even realize she hadn't filtered out the derogatory term in her statement even after she said it.&nbsp; As much as Cassandra didn't want to make enemies this early on, she wasn't afraid to call it like she saw it either.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"And Rhonda seemed a bit too excited earlier for her not to be going on one of those dates too.&nbsp; Although that's mostly just me taking random guesses."</span></span><br><br>When Devon approached them, Cassandra's face pinkened and she couldn't look at him in the face.&nbsp; She still felt bad about not choosing him.&nbsp; It was even worse today now that she'd had time to really think about the fact that he hadn't stepped forward for anyone else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 01:38:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cb/8e/0f/cb8e0f92c179d46b0d7e3d6c66610bc9.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johnny Boy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Elsa<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny ate and listened to Elsa talk. He found her accent intoxicating. She had a nice smile as well… the kind of smile that could make a man really weak at the knees. She might not know it but she could have been a heart breaker back in his neck of the woods. Even with the honest no nonsense way in which she spoke.<br><br>It was that same no nonsense that caused him to frown seconds later. She spoke honestly about what she was looking for here and he appreciated her for that…. It was just that he wasn’t sure IF their desires aligned. She wasn’t specifically telling him that she wanted to find someone else already but she also mentioned the potential for “others” to come along. Others that might pique her interest. Then there was her being honest about the prize money. <br><br>She wasn’t here to win…<br><br>He was though, that natural competitive spirit of his was hard to deny. He was here for fun and all of that good stuff but in the end he wanted to go the distance.&nbsp; Still it wasn’t that she was actively saying she didn’t want to win… she was just stating she didn’t care. That she was here for fun in the sun and to enjoy the ride as long as possible. <br><br>It was all early days… real early days. It wasn’t like he was going to turn on heel right here and now and jut up and leave her. Everyone was paired up except Delaney and he hadn’t shown any real interest in her. <br><br>“Is that all it takes then?” Johnny commented with a grin. “Go put on a pair of tight swim trunks and flex in front of you?” <br><br>He gave a soft chuckle before he continued. “It’s still early days yeah? For now I really like you and I think we can crack on pretty well. I just want you to know that it’s not like an act or something for me. I think your real beautiful and I want to get to know you some more. Matter of fact I’m pretty full if you want to go over to one of the day beds with me or something? Or we can walk for a bit or get a fag?”<br><br>Quite suddenly Johnny found out how playful his new partner could be. She reached over before he could quite pull back and actually smeared a number one on his cheek with gauc! For a second Johnny blinked three times rapidly as he twisted this way and that to try and find a get a better look at it through the reflection on his spoon! After a few seconds he gave up and turned her with one eyebrow raised. <br><br>"Are you trying to start a food fight with me darling?" He asked with a snort.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 02:01:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn01.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/amell-bod/stephen-amell-shows-off-hot-bod-while-shirtless-in-st-barts-05.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Terry (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007673#msg15007673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 31<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Anchorage Alaska<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Samantha<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Samantha<br><br><br><hr><br>Hearing her rib him a little bit made him laugh. <br><br>“I like a girl with a little spunk,” Terry told her as they got their food. He piled his own plate high as well his love of eating peaking out behind the curtain as he moved to sit with her. “You were honest… so I’ll let you know that the new girl Delaney is someone I would like to talk to. That being said I won’t be jerking you around. Unfortunately one of the problems here is that iif one finds someone but not the other it can be scary. So if you want to try and chat up the new guy don’t stop on my account.” <br><br>He leaned in to talk to her in a softer tone. <br><br>“There’s no reason why we can’t talk and see if we get along as well!” He remarked waggling his eyebrows in an exaggerated way. He tried to keep it up but finally broke and began to laugh. <br><br>“So Sam,” Terry questioned. “Aside from your fast meal gathering skills what are you about? What do you like to do?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 02:59:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UU0GzEF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Morning 8:30am 'ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard | Gym Equipment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Johnny (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cassie(Dragon) | Devon(Capone) | Open<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Elsa was doing some sumo squats with a dumbbell held in her hands when Cassandra came around. She was happy that the tall red head took her up on the offer of a workout. The heat was going to be a killer later in the afternoon so she really wanted to get in her workout now while she could. It didn't hurt that the tall red head was fit as fuck and damn those shorts were small. She was going to have to get used to this, everyone was supposed to wear swimsuits most of the time. It was good for the viewership.<br><br>Elsa said, <strong>"Good morning indeed, they really threw us all into the mix right from the start... Yeah, I'm Elsa. You're Cassandra right?"</strong> She put the weight back and went over to join her with some leg extension crunches. She listened as Cassandra dropped a few names. <strong>"Where do you think they'll go? That's crazy, what a way to break up couples. This is going to be hard, people barely know each other."</strong> She grunted out another rapid set of twenty before rolling over on her side and doing some lateral leg lifts. <strong>"What would you do if you got asked out? I mean I feel like you'd have to go. No one asked me though. So that's nothing for me to worry about. Really though, if you're going to recouple now is the best time to do it before you get to deep into the stay."</strong> She laughed and looked Cassandra up and down. <strong>"Clearly, I'm the runt of the litter."</strong> There was a nearly foot of height difference between the two women made obvious any moment that Cassandra stretched out next to Elsa. <br><div class="floatright">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-10.jpg)</div><br><strong>"Oh, here comes Devon,"</strong> Elsa said.&nbsp; <br><br>Devon quizzed them about the doorway and the chin up bar.<br><br><strong>"It's all yours. There's another set of bars over there around the corner by the weights too."</strong> Elsa turned back to Cassandra to see she was a bit flushed. She whispered so quietly it was half mouthing the words, <strong>"Oh my gawd, do you fancy Devon?"</strong> Her eyes went wide and she gasped, quickly covering her mouth so the tall rocker boy didn't see her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 04:01:57</strong>
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				<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 nodded to whoo-girl, whose name he <em>really</em> ought to do his best to remember, and then turned towards Red. The woman kept her face away from his own, not even seeming to acknowledge his presence. His eyebrow quirked at this, almost as if he'd somehow done something to piss her off. Which... did he? Maybe he splashed her the night prior without realizing. She <em>had</em> been sitting by the pool, after all. Regardless, she retained her silence, and so he shrugged.<br><br>"I'll take your silence as confirmation, Red," he said, allowing himself one final chance to look over both women's attractive and curvy forms, then turned back towards the shed's doorway. He instinctively reached into his pocket, fingers searching for the earbuds that would normally be wrapped about his personal phone, only to discover nothing was there. His whole body paused in disappointment, head tilting upwards to look at the sky as if to ask some higher being why he was cursed to live without good music for six weeks. With a sigh he grasped the doorbar, carefully placing it around the other side of the door frame of the shed. He gave it a few tugs, testing to make sure it wouldn't break off the second he tried to lift himself up with it. Unfortunately, he was tall enough that he'd have to bend his legs in order to actually lift his feet off the ground, but he'd gotten used to the proper form for that.<br><br><em>What should I play in my head?</em> he questioned. While tuning others out was certainly part of the reason he listened to music while working out, it was more about speed and tempo. <em>Gates of Hel (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZwkQBn_59w)?</em> he questioned to himself, as his fingers grasped the handle bars of the doorbar. <em>Nah, too dreary and inconsistent for working out. Lucky Animals (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6yCFW3LDikA)?</em> He shook his head. It was an easy tempo to keep a workout to, but it was actually one of his least favorite Devin Townsend tracks.<br><br>The instant he hoisted himself up, though, a memory flashed into his mind. An apartment with dark green walls. The scent of lavender and incense permeating throughout. And out of the bedroom pumping a high-tempo metal-equivalent to a pop song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h23D9l_5yvI). The memory caused him to pause, holding a bit too long before dropping back down. <em>Well... it'll do.</em> He closed his eyes, trying his best to imagine the cover art and not the apartment as he lifted himself up once more, his knees bent and ankles crossed as he lifted himself repeatedly to do chin-ups with the doorbar.<br><br>Never did his attention switch to the two women, not while performing his current exercise at least. He focused on his breathing, lifting and lowering himself as best as he could in time to the music, each lift a new measure. Of course, by time he was reaching the end he was slowing, and once his arms began to tremble he completed one final chin-up before allowing himself to drop down. He then removed the door bar, finding him a spot in the grass nearby the girls as he planted it to the ground. He braced it, straightened himself out, and began to use it for push-ups.<br><br><em>Why did <strong>that</strong> song come to mind, of all things?</em> he pondered. Yet now his mind was empty of tunes once more, simply counting the push-ups. Only now did his ears finally perk up to the conversation being shared between the two women. His eyes kept focused on the grass before him, yet in his peripheral he could certainly see the many different postures and poses they took during their own workouts. A real test of will to keep himself focused on his own fitness rather than theirs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 05:15:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GexPvLL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Harding (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004164#msg15004164)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight <br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stilwater, MN, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What you see in the pic (http://Outfit URL)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Gwen Stanford<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gwen, open<br><hr><br>James grinned at her excited outburst. "A woman as good looking as you and you love reading? I think we're gonna get along really well." He said laughing, "I don't know if I can come up with something suitable for bed off the top of my head though, at least not anything that someone over the age of 5 would enjoy listening to." He said before falling silent and listening to her describe what her typical day was like. He was about to respond when she mentioned grabbing some food before... A shock went through him at her next words. He was stunned for a moment before he remembered that part of the show was that they had to sleep together, Sleep in the same bed, that is. He pushed those thoughts aside for the moment as they got up to grab some grub.<br><br>As they returned to their table with laden plates he spoke up again&nbsp; "Ok a little more detailed than I was expecting," he laughed again, "not that that's a bad thing. Myself I'd say I don't have much of a thirst for travel, it's not that I wouldn't want to, but it's not really something on my bucket list, aside from Italy, always wanted to go there. So much history in such a little place, The Colleseum, Pompeii, the Vatican, and delicious food." He said punctuating his sentence by cutting up some of his Enchilada. "That sounds like a hectic lifestyle, you gotta remember to take time for yourself though, I've seen that take a toll on others before." He looked off past her shoulder as he said that and seemed to zone out for a moment as memories swam before his eyes. However, it only lasted a moment before he slightly shook his head. "I want a dog someday too, Always loved Beagles, such expressive faces. But back to what you said about classes, what are you studying?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 05:36:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/yhI0iAG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samantha Jeuil (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15005952#msg15005952) (pronounced Jewel)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Perth, Australiia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pic related (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRsIRl30aRNT_PJBzJm3sZf0DnKQ-oUe1E73IgBkxNnjTN6H0lt-w)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Terry<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Terry, Open,<br><hr><br><br>Sam nodded at Terry's words, appreciating the openness as he mentioned he would like the chance to get to know Delaney, one of the two surprise newcomers at the end of the choosing, "I wouldn't touch that JJ creep with a 10-foot pole, but you're right that Delaney gal is a smoker, well all the other gals here are, makes me wonder if they picked me just to be the plain jane that everyone sees themselves in but inevitably gets sent packing before the midway point." She said and laughed when Terry did "but really I would like to get to know you as well, maybe we'd work out better than either of us would've thought." <br><br>“So Sam, Aside from your fast meal gathering skills what are you about? What do you like to do?”<br>&nbsp;Terry asked, finally getting into the nitty. "well I'm an RN back home in Perth, all me and my Mates just decided to put our names up on a lark when we heard they were looking for people," she said waving her hand around when she said "they" to illustrate the surroundings and Love Island as a whole. "didn't expect any of us to actually get on but here I am. Grew up in the Rainy City, and just decided on a change, had to find my own way, ya know? that pretty much it, unless you want the whole Tinder bio experience. Whadda bout you? Who is Terry?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 14:07:22</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mlYqNfF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured, and nude 4" heels (https://finestvibes.com/image/cache/catalog/trixy-nude-patent-high-heel-sandals-liliana-leeta-1-nude1-cr-1024x1269.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Johnny (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johnny (Norse) | Open<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><strong>"Does this mean you're volunteering to put on some tight shorts... dig out the ol' budgie smugglers,"</strong> Elsa responded to Johnny's inquiry about what it takes. <strong>"I mean it wouldn't hurt, yeah? It's nice to know how fit a boy is and if the budgie smugglers show the goods, all the better."</strong> She laughed and put her plate aside, most of it gone except the guac that was about to become her weapon of choice.<br><br>Johnny was talking so sweetly and serious still. That's when she finally reached up and made her move with the guacamole. As the green smear was drawn across his cheek, she took to giggling. The situation was made even more ridiculous as he tried to see the damage in the reflection of a spoon. The threat of a food fight soon followed but she bolted up and made a dash for it. Or at least as dash like as you can get in four inch heels. She was aiming for the beds, a place he had made mention of moments before. Taking off for the furthest bed was probably a poor choice as he had very little effort to catch up to her - damn these heels. No more than a handful of paces which were hopefully extended by him taking time to wipe off his face... or not, she tried to use the crowd as obstacles, weaving around a couple of them. She probably bumped in someone along the way but her tiny frame was no obstacle for any boy she might run into, so just rolling with it, she kept on keeping on. When she heard him pace up behind her she glanced back over her shoulder and offered a laugh as his reward for catching up to her. Taking the last few steps needed she let herself strut a little in the heels, hips swaying enticingly and well aware that the short tight skirt was clinging to her backside. "Like the view," she called back over her shoulder. Than when she made it to bed she turned and allowed herself to fall bottom first onto the bed. Sliding her hands up into her hair, she spread it out over her shoulders the blond locks hair cascading out onto the pillows when she reclined back into a laying position.<br><div class="floatright">(https://images.immediate.co.uk/production/volatile/sites/3/2017/08/109183.png?quality=90&amp;lb=620,413&amp;background=white)</div><br><strong>"Well, you've caught me. I bet that's probably the first time in your life you've ever had to chase a girl."</strong> She offered a cheeky grin. <strong>"I'm just happy you didn't throw me in the pool. That's what my brother's would have done."</strong> She let the statement hang in the air, she was curious what he was going to ask her or tell her next. What would the self styled smooth talker come out with next she mused over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mature Desires</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 15:11:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/B5cDpxkCUAAz0ed.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cleo Balleta (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004245#msg15004245)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Manila, Phillipines <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard | Smoking Pit<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, Black mini dress with rips in it, black mesh heels &nbsp;(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BqOVGJACEAETHWm.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Devon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open | Devon<br><br><hr>Cleo listened as Devon went on to discuss the show, love and relationships from a purely logical perspective. She rolled her eyes <strong>"You're taking all of this way too seriously. Just relax and have fun with it! No need to dissect everything to find a reason why. Sometimes its better just to let things happen and enjoy the moment for what it is and then move on. I don't know if your Cinderella is here or not, but it can't be that bad to maybe see if she is?"</strong> Cleo took another few bites of her food as she had almost finished her plate. Another sip of her drink and Cleo arched her eyebrows a bit when he mentioned not being a prince. <strong>"Just because you don't look like the other guys doesn't mean you don't belong here. Everyone was chosen here for a reason and while yes maybe some are here for more TV ratings purposes, but I don't think you should go into this game with an attitude you aren't good enough. If I didn't think you were good enough I wouldn't have stepped forward for you.."&nbsp;</strong><br><br>Devon reminded her of certain people back in high school growing up that seemed to have a bit of a chip on their shoulder and didn't go by the norm. While she did admire their ability to go against the grain, she didn't like how defensive, frustrated and sour they could be towards others. She hoped he would take the effort to get to know the other guys and who knows maybe he would become friendly with one or some of them. Cleo wanted to see him give this thing a chance before giving up and conceding.&nbsp;<br><br>Cleo was coming to terms that Devon was definitely going to be a bit of work, but Cleo often found the best things in life came from that which you worked hard for. The question was whether either of them would last long enough on the show for her to see any change in Devon's perspective on everything. "<strong>Well that's very charitable of you to offer to set up someone more worthy, but I don't picture you as a guy that just lays down and lets others move past you. You seem like a bit of a fighter, at least someone willing to put up a good fight and try for things.."</strong> Cleo found herself starting to get into too much of a counseling role and figured it might be better to scale things back and let Devon figure things out on his own. She didn't want to come across as telling him what to do or think.&nbsp;<br><br>Cleo looked in the direction of Corey when Devon pointed him out. He was cute and seemed to fit all the nice qualities a guy should have, but Cleo figured nobody was that perfect. "<strong>]Well I'm glad to hear you have a bro-crush on him.. I'm sure you can ask him out a bit later as well.."</strong> she grinned mischievously at Devon. "<strong>Well if you're already picking who should win and find love where do you think I fall on that list? Do you think I'm good enough to go all the way?</strong>" Cleo knew she had plenty of competition with all the other girls looking like models out of a magazine. For just a moment Cleo wondered if maybe this wasn't the place to find love and maybe focusing on the money piece might be more beneficial. Shaking her head slightly she told herself<em> no this was it. She had to meet her forever man here, he had to be here...right</em>?<br><br>Cleo finished her plate and margarita. Standing up she tugged at her dress fixing it a little "<strong>I'm going to get another drink and maybe some more nacho chips and salsa.. Did you want another beer?" </strong>she offered and waited to hear his answer. He had given her a lot to think about in such a short period of time. While their discussion so far had been interesting, she looked around at the other couples and they seemed to getting so much more intimate with one another. Cleo wondered if she had maybe taken too much of a gamble picking the one guy that stuck out from the others. Cleo shrugged to herself she had dealt with harder things and she was good at going with the flow.&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 17:05:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SuE32Mj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Montreal, Quebec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 - Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (https://i.imgur.com/ZbaqeGj.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan | Open<br><br><hr><br>In a strange twist of fate, it was Rhonda who pursed her lips and nodded after Logan came to the conclusion that her mother was Vietnamese. Nguyen was perhaps a bit too easy of an indicator, though there was something to be said about a man that went the next step in their critical thinking. Not showing her hand entirely, the young girl only thought the words 'Huh, that's interesting'. <br><br>"I'd call this a holiday! The circumstances around it are pretty funny, but I don't think the end goals are any different than any regular ol' vacation." Rhonda winked at her own subtext. It wasn't meant to lead Logan down a path of naughty thought as much as it was just something she thought was funny to say. As Logan turned to his meal, she mirrored him and took a healthy bite of her fish taco, then chased it with a few fried tortilla chips dipped in guacamole. Her first venture in chips with dip was a dainty one; she grabbed a single chip between her forefinger and thumb with only a smidgen of green on it. The next few were a more standard affair, leading Rhonda to wipe at the sides of her mouth with a napkin to remain decent in front of her latest partner in crime.<br><br>Logan's remark about loving food caused Rhonda to sit up straight in appreciation. She was sure if her hair was up he could see her ears perk at his confession. Her own admiration of food was apparent in most everything she did. If the two of them were in the real world, she likely would have gotten him to take a picture with her and her meal. Maybe not if this was a real world first date...<br><br>"Twenty-six. Alright. I can work with that." Rhonda didn't mean anything by that statement and would likely struggle if Logan forced the issue by following up. Hopefully in the last minute or two he had figured out her sense of humour not to ask! She went at her pile of chips and guac while he thought of another question, only looking up again when he started giving his answer to it.<br><br>"Oh no! My first question was so tame! I feel like I wasted it after your insightful one." She wasn't self-conscious about it in the slightest. "Okay, hmmm... I don't do this every day by any means, but if I could come home, kick my shoes off across the apartment, wash my face and then spend the rest of my night in a warm bath, that's a successful end to the day!" She looked up for a moment, recalling the last time she did that. Feeling her legs rubbing up against each other, slick from the bath bubbles, while taking a sip of red wine. 'Take me back!', she thought. Rhonda came back to reality after dismissing the daydream with a few gestures of her hand. "I guess you can't really share that with someone, but I would smell great in bed after and you can absolutely share that!"<br><br>Rhonda followed up her innocent joke with a small laugh through a dimpled smile. "Okay, I guess I better get us back on track with something thought provoking." She looked down at her plate, then over at Logan's before continuing their game. "If you could only have one meal - one dish - for the rest of your life, what would it be?" Saying chips and guacamole as a joke came to mind for Rhonda, but she had laughed at her own jokes enough already. "I think I'm going to be lame and say phở - specifically my mom's! I haven't had it in forever and I think I can die happy eating that 'til I kick the bucket." The Asian-Canadian turned Asian-Los Angeles-Resident refrained from asking if Logan knew what dish she was talking about. Every circle she ran in people seemed to know, and if he truly was someone that quite liked food, he better damn well know what phở is!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 20:11:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cb/8e/0f/cb8e0f92c179d46b0d7e3d6c66610bc9.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johnny Boy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Elsa<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><br><hr><br><br>Despite his worry that she wanted to have to much fun… damn if he wasn’t having fun with her! There was something about her, something that invited him in and was warm as hot chocolate on a Christmas morning. Generally speaking he didn’t go for the playful type. He was more the serious high society girl type.<br><br>Maybe that was why he was enjoying her so much. She was some thing different in a situation way outside of his norm. Either way he watched her run off and made a point of wiping off his cheek so she could get a nice little length away from him. <br><br>Only once he was sure she would make it wherever she wanted to go did he rise up and grab hi dinner jacket. Taking it with him (he might have been having fun but he wasn’t going to leave his shit laying around!) he moved to chase after her. He reached her just as she was spreading her hair over her shoulders and turning her fall into a damn fine work of art! <br><br>“It’s the first time I’ve ever heard the words Budgie Smuggler,” Johnny conceded to her. “I have to warn you though…” <br><br>He leaned in so his lips were against her ear. The same time he did that his hands drew slowly up and then down her sides. It wasn’t an overt sexual touch… but it was flirting with the edge for sure. His hands were also very warm and he didn’t let them stray past her hips. <br><br>“I’m not against giving spankings for naughty behavior!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragongoddess</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 21:26:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/fa/be/50fabee4df34c852489387f95f83f61e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Cassandra Pendragon</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006244#msg15006244)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> <br><em>Birth / Childhood:</em> Limerick, Shannon Region, Ireland<br><em>Current:</em> County Down, Northern Ireland / United Kingdom Region, Ireland<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July 2019, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Workout Space<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit in Picture (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/fa/be/50fabee4df34c852489387f95f83f61e.jpg) with this silver and red Claddagh ring (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61NiN8RYXSL._UL1500_.jpg) on her right hand, tip of the heart pointing out<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen Christopher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002076#msg15002076)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> | Owen Christopher (Mentioned|&nbsp; Delaney Clarke (Mentioned) | Jasper Jameson (Mentioned) | Elsa Nilssöm | Devon Daniels (Mentioned) | Cleo Balleta (Mentioned) | OPEN! |<br><hr>Cassandra nodded when Elsa asked for her name.&nbsp; Then realizing the girl might not be looking so much at her as paying attention to her workout, she responded in words instead.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Yea, I'm Cassandra...but my friends usually just call me Cassie or Cas."</span></span>&nbsp; She wasn't sure what made her offer her names of friendship to the blonde with an accent she couldn't place.&nbsp; The last time the two had had any interactions, Owen had stepped forward for her.&nbsp; Sure, maybe it wasn't Elsa's fault that he did but it didn't bode well for the redhead if Elsa had taken any fancy towards the Hulk.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Who knows."</span></span>&nbsp; Cassie shrugged before an idea hit her and she started giggling.&nbsp; Elsa didn't need to ask though to find out what was so funny.&nbsp; The redhead was definitely interested in sharing the laugh.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"I hope JJ gets somewhere nice.&nbsp; He seems interesting to say the least.&nbsp; But that Delaney girl, even a garbage dump would be too good for her.&nbsp; Woman's got to be one of the best looking people.&nbsp; Can't have her going and stealing Hulk from me this early."</span></span>&nbsp; She wanted to finish with <em>'At least not until I know who I'm going to couple up with next.</em> but she was not going to let it sound like she was only here to win.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"What do you mean <em>if</em> I got asked out?"</span></span>&nbsp; She said before rethinking about the names she had dropped and finally realizing she'd left out her own.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Oh!&nbsp; Totally slipped my mind to tell you that JJ asked me to go to dinner with him."</span></span>&nbsp; She couldn't help but smile broadly at that fact.&nbsp; As worried as she was about going out with a guy that was her 'normal' type back home, she was happy she wouldn't have to sit around that night trying to graft with the original guys.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"But yea, even if I was told that I could say no, why would I?&nbsp; You have eyes.&nbsp; You have definitely seen the guy.&nbsp; My biggest worry is that he'll live up to the type he looks, you know?"</span></span>&nbsp; Cassandra may have said more if Elsa hadn't cut her off talking about Devon heading over but she was glad the blonde did.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Hey, hey, lower your voice!"</span></span>&nbsp; The redhead said, sitting up and playfully tapping Elsa with the back of her hand.&nbsp; Elsa may not have been talking very loud, but for some reason Cassie felt like Devon could still hear her.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"It's not even like that, anyways."</span></span><br><br>After Devon got far enough away that Cassie didn't think he could overhear the conversation, she got up to do her squats, keeping her back to Devon as if it would protect her voice from carrying while she faced Elsa.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"I just..."</span></span>&nbsp; She said, her face burning slightly again.&nbsp; Instead, she changed her mind about revealing that part of her thoughts on the situation and her cheeks went back to their normal pale color.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Well, I feel bad about yesterday.&nbsp; One look at him told me we'd probably get on fine but he also looks like one of my types on the outside...and that has never ended well before.&nbsp; Why would I expect it to end any differently in here?"</span></span>&nbsp; She paused mid-squat and sighed heavily before returning to her workout and her words.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"But then he never stepped forward for anyone else and I just feel bad.&nbsp; And sure, maybe I fancy him a little but how could I really know without getting to know him?&nbsp; Besides, you saw him with the girl he is paired with last night.&nbsp; They're definitely hitting it off.&nbsp; I'm not going to wedge myself into that situation."</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 22:02:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mlYqNfF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured, and nude 4" heels (https://finestvibes.com/image/cache/catalog/trixy-nude-patent-high-heel-sandals-liliana-leeta-1-nude1-cr-1024x1269.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Johnny (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johnny (Norse) | Open<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://images.immediate.co.uk/production/volatile/sites/3/2017/08/109183.png?quality=90&amp;lb=620,413&amp;background=white)</div>Laying on the outdoor bed, even here in the evening she could see the potential for how beautiful this prison was going to be for the next several weeks. It was going to be a tough one to give up her freedom and personal life for this length of time but damn the view from here was spectacular. It just stretched out over the infinity pool, across a wide grassy yard with sprawling trees in the distance and far out there she could see the rooftops of little houses and beyond that the dots that represented lights from the masts of boats out on the sea. Living in London the last couple years she didn't realize just how cramped and cooped up she had felt but out here it all came back to her. <br><br>Elsa felt Johnny's hands trail down along her side and to the top of her hip as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, his body joining her on the bed. He threatened spankings and she was pretty sure he just called her naughty.&nbsp; Her hand pushed him back a little bit and she patted his chest as she did it. <strong>"Wipe that cheeky grin off your face. You're the devil you are, just trying to charm your way right into my bed."</strong> She laughed just a little. <strong>"You don't have to try so hard, the show is placing us in beds together. Bet that was the easiest time you've ever had getting a girl in bed."</strong> She was still laughing. <strong>"Just how many birds have you charmed your way to. Cheeky smiles and smooth talking. Bet you've been grafting your way nightly. What have I got myself into?"</strong> She relaxed onto the bed some but at no point did she make any effort to remove his hand, she was perfectly happy with him being close. <strong>"You know you lost some points with me already. I think you smokers should come with warning labels like the packages. Don't be thinking you're going to go suck on one of those fags then make your way back here for cuddles and snogs. It won't happen."</strong> She turned and grinned at him then looked back out at the view. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 22:30:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cb/8e/0f/cb8e0f92c179d46b0d7e3d6c66610bc9.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Johnny Boy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured Above<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Elsa<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><br><hr><br><br>To be fair, she was the one who ran to the bed… so wasn’t she the one trying to charm her way right into his bed? Well at least the day bed! Still he took the cheeky comment on the nose and when she pushed him back he didn’t fight her one bit!<br><br>“Hey if you didn’t want to sleep with me I would take the couch,” Johnny said shrugging his shoulders. “I mean it Is the name of the game but some people aren’t going to feel comfortable with that right at first. I excepted that. So I wouldn’t say the easiest by far… more a matter of circumstance.” <br><br>He stretched as he said that, popping his back and sighing in pleasure. He rose an eyebrow at her slight question about nightly grafting. She wasn’t removing his hand so he let it rest as he moved and sat on the bed next to her.<br><br>“Darling if I was out partying every night and going to my job the next day I would burn out to a crisp! I do my partying and my grafting on the weekend. It really wasn’t all that though.&nbsp; I like a quite weekend to reading sometimes… even if it makes me sound a bit old. If you recall though my dear! I only mentioned you and I going to get a fag together… never said that I was a smoker.” <br><br>In truth he was, usually about a half a pack a day. If he was going to have to sneak em that was going to make things… interesting. Course a lonely smoker was a sad smoker… so if he noticed no one else really partaking he’d have to figure out something else. Maybe he could convince one of the camera men to bring him nicotine gum? <br><br>“Trust me,” He told her with a grin;. “Cigarette’s are the farthest thing from my mind right now…. Not when your right here!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 23:26:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UU0GzEF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Morning 8:30am 'ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard | Gym Equipment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Johnny (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cassie(Dragon) | mentioning Devon(Capone) | Open<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-10.jpg)</div>In response to the concept of Delaney stealing Cassie's boy, Elsa said,<strong> "Well there's a lot of boys here for her to choose from. Don't think there's much point in worrying yet. Are you feeling sparks with Owen, yeah? Or I mean Hulk.... That's quite the nickname. Mind if I call them that too? If we get it started everyone will call him that. Maybe it'll trend on twitter."</strong> She followed that up with a grin.<br><br>At the revelation that JJ had asked out Cassie too, Elsa was slack jawed. <strong>"Whoa. Yeah, he's a good looking fella. I am with you on that. That's like my biggest fear here that I'm going to really open up to a guy, let him in then they are going to drop the bomb on me and another boy will come along and sweep me off my feet or a bird will fly in and take him away on me. I don't do well with breaking hearts or in relationships period I'm a bit of a dunce."</strong><br><br>Elsa was teasing Cassie about Devon...<br><br><em>"Hey, hey, lower your voice!"&nbsp; The redhead said, sitting up and playfully tapping Elsa with the back of her hand.&nbsp; Elsa may not have been talking very loud, but for some reason Cassie felt like Devon could still hear her.&nbsp; "It's not even like that, anyways."</em><br><br>Grinning like a she devil she winked at Cassie then they got up together, Elsa helped her get into position for squats. Instinctively offering a helping hand like the good little personal trainer that she was. Plus, it gave her an excuse to stay close to her and listen as she talked. The blush on the red head's cheeks obvious for the moment that it showed. That was the curse of pale skin and red heads everywhere. There was a moment of expectation when Cassie stammered a bit but seemed to shift her words. Elsa was nodding in understanding while she spoke and quietly whispered, <strong>"Yeah, I get it. It's hard to figure out who anyone is going to get on with. Like what if I'm with a guy and someone else fancies him but I'm not totally sure if I do as much as she does. Do I hold onto him or let her get grafting? Should I be upset with her. I don't want to stand in the way of love or anything. Like what are the rules even? We're going to be trapped in here together for possibly weeks. Last thing I'd want to do is make enemies with another girl. It's going to be hard enough as it is.&nbsp; But at the same time, I came here hoping to meet someone. Like literally that's the main reason for being here. It's that once in a life time experience. You'll never get a dating opportunity like this ever again. So, I mean you sort of owe it to yourself, like I think everyone does to try to get to know everyone as much as you can. Unless you're just here to try to win the prize and stay coupled up until the end. Which I would totally understand if someone did that. It is a show after all, it's a bit shit, but I get it... really."</strong><br><br><br>Elsa was swapping up exercises herself and walked over to the mounted free weights a few paces away. She grabbed a pair of rather hefty ones and leaned over the weight bench, her bottom up in the air then started doing bent over rows with the weights. Elsa looked over to Devon, turning back she grinned to Cassie, a giggle stifled by the weights in her hands and the weight bench pressed into her chest. Between grunts she got out, <strong>"Let's make a pact, if we fancy a boy we'll go right up to his girl and tell her outright. Better to get it all out in the open right away. It's going to be emotionally fucked up but what else can you do? How else are you going to respect someone otherwise, right?"</strong><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 23:51:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mlYqNfF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured, and nude 4" heels (https://finestvibes.com/image/cache/catalog/trixy-nude-patent-high-heel-sandals-liliana-leeta-1-nude1-cr-1024x1269.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Johnny (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Johnny (Norse) | Open<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://images.immediate.co.uk/production/volatile/sites/3/2017/08/109183.png?quality=90&amp;lb=620,413&amp;background=white)</div>Laying back and looking up at the roof, Elsa laughed at Johnny's words. She had no idea how she was going to be able to take any of these guys seriously. In her head she was remembering a philosophy lecture on the definitions of truth versus lying and how defining truth falls prey to the very question of - is it true. There was some investigators technique for deductive truth seeking when two people were in a room and both telling stories but one story was slightly different than the other. Her head just couldn't wrap around the memory of how to get at that. So she was defaulting to the old axiom that actions speak louder than words.&nbsp; This shit was hurting her head already. Not fair, she was a blond, she preferred weights and contests at least those hurt the old thinker a lot less and the decisions were clear.<br><br><strong>"Oh the lines. You are so luck you are pretty."</strong> She grinned at Johnny. <strong>"If we met at a club do you think i'd be the type of girl you'd go for? Like would you fancy me enough to be with me. Where would I be on&nbsp; your scale of one to ten with a ten being the most perfect bird you could meet on a night out?... I'm going to be honest. I'd put you at a solid eight. But I don't know if that's a good thing because I am terrible at picking men. Eight is a high score from me, I'm hard at grades. But every time I think I have a good one, I wake up to an empty bed. My last relationship was the shitter. He mugged me, I've never been such a mug before. But I pied the fucker off by not even telling him I was coming on this show. So if he's watching the show tonight then he just found out."</strong> Her tongue darted out like a sassy little missy. A gesture not really meant for Johnny, more for the camera, but she gave Johnny a playful wink anyways since she was having the conversation with him. <strong>"How'd you end things with your last ex and when?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>18-08-2019, 02:13:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.kylegalvin.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/In-the-Frow_Kyle-Galvin_Low-Res_11.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dress in picture and these shoes (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1u5ptcL1TBuNjy0Fjq6yjyXXa7/2019-cute-women-open-toe-high-heels-party-shoes-summer-gladiator-sandals-pink-sandals-wedding-shoes.jpg_640x640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Corey</em> | Open<br><br><hr><br>Grace giggled at Corey’s phrasing, flattered that he was pleased to be coupled up with her. Granted, he had stepped forward for her, so that meant he wanted to be in a couple. But still, there was something about getting to hear him confirm it on his own that really set it in for her. Earlier, at the ceremony, there had been no chance for her to speak to him after all. Of course, that was all carefully designed for higher entertainment value, or something, she presumed. <br><br>The nervous energy that crept in around Corey when his laughter joined in with hers was actually adorable to the silver haired islander. She found herself continually taking glances at Corey while she ate. He agreed to her remark about a coffee date then, which caused Grace’s smile to widen a little further, her skin seemingly aglow. Careful not to speak with her mouth blatantly full of food, Grace carried on with their conversation.<br><br>She was curious about Corey, though. There was a moment there, or maybe more than one moment, where Corey looked a bit like something had shaken him up or at least made him take pause. Grace wanted to ask about it, but she worried that it might come across in the wrong manner. Like she had been staring at him for a bit too long and was not nitpicking about the faces he was making, or not making. <br><br>Grace had to remind her thoughts to hush up, else she might miss what it was that Corey was going to say next. He talked about being a bit of a baked goods expert. “Oh, is that right?” Grace questioned, her brows arching rather high as she seemed to look him up and down. When he suggested that they might both spend some time sharing the kitchen and he could tell her exactly what he thought of her treats, she nodded, unable to hide her enthusiasm. <br><br>“Well, in that case, I know exactly what to make for you.” She held a mischievous grin for some time, only allowing it to fade to make room for another crisp. His compliment that followed caused Grace to unknowingly nip at her lower lip while her cheeks turned a shade of coral. When he laughed, she had to join in. It was impossible to tell if his smile was what was contagious, or if it was his laughter. <br><br>She tilted her head to the side, playing the part of coy before her response. “So you mean to say that it’s difficult to picture me getting a bit… messy?” Grace chuckled quietly, taking a moment to lick her lips. “Apparently I’ve got a few things to prove to you,” she remarked in a slightly hushed tone. Grace turned to fetch some more of her margarita - which was probably the reason for her becoming so bold all of the sudden - and took another sip. <br><br>His surprise at her invasive question was rather funny. Thankfully, Grace could mostly conceal that urge to laugh by holding the margarita glass in front of her mouth. Despite his surprise, Corey still shared what she believed to be a heartfelt truth. Quite honestly, it was entirely refreshing to speak to a guy who she actually believed was telling her the truth rather than feeding her lines. <br><br>“Sorry,” she whispered her apology. Either it was for asking the question in the first place, or it was for what he expressed in his answer. Grace laughed when he mentioned moving on by going on reality telly. “I know, our families must think we’re mad, right?” Corey turned the same question round on Grace, and she nodded, setting her drink down on the bed frame again before turning to face him better. <br><br>“I was last in a relationship a few months ago. It was quite short and not very serious. That is how most of my dating life has been, really. I suppose I just realized that I have been dating the wrong guys. And, I guess I had an epiphany recently that I actually deserve more than I’ve been allowing myself to experience.” Grace realized the gravity of her words a little late. “So, there’s clearly no pressure on you, or anything!” She joked, laughing aloud. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>18-08-2019, 03:28:39</strong>
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				<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> 1 July, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard | Smoking Pit<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black leather jacket, sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), denim jeans, black boots, and a DTP Ziltoid t-shirt (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0110/6296/8401/products/5c403ba1fc683c57845ae7c0-original_1024x1024@2x.jpg?v=1564756720)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cleo | Open<br><br><hr><br><em>Since when was I the one being told to relax and have fun?</em> Devon couldn't help but smirk as Cleo gave her own response to him, unafraid to speak her mind and even crack a joke here and there. He sipped on his beer as she rebutted some of his questions and concerns over the whole affair before setting it back down, working a bit more at the food on his plate. He smiled at the compliments and even the remark of him being a fighter, but he did sour a bit when she asked what it was she deserved.<br><br>Not that it wasn't a fair question, but it also spoke precisely to what bothered him about turning this into a game. It forced people to be in it for themselves, so if you <em>knew</em> there was a better matched couple, you were incentivized to <em>ruin</em> those chances. To sabotage or interfere as best you could. People spoke highly of love, but if they really cared about it, then why would that love only be reserved for one couple? It stunk to high heaven, but if Devon voiced those thoughts so openly he knew things would only get worse. Instead, he'd just answer her question as honestly as he could.<br><br>"I dunno what it takes to win a reality show like this," he said with a shrug. He really didn't. This sort of thing wasn't his scene. He far more preferred television with blood, guts, and horror. "So I can't say <em>who</em> has a chance to go all the way. However," he turned to her, his fingers brushing some churro crumbs onto his plate, "you <em>did</em> show good taste in picking me." He flashed a grin, indicating he wasn't entirely serious. "But really, you've already been a champ listening to me yap on about this stuff, and you've replied with honesty. I dunno why none of the other guys stepped forward for you, but they're gonna regret passing you up, because I think you and I are gonna have a pretty cool first week with each other. Then they'll see that there's a very attractive, very real girl that they passed up for stupid reasons." He flashed another smile. "Y'know, like this idiot right here."<br><br>He finally slipped his shades off as she stood up, offering to get more food and drinks. He stuffed the glasses into his inside pocket, the light lowered enough that he'd just look obnoxious if he continued to wear them. It gave him a far better look at those surrounding them, and it was beginning to feel like their corner was one of the more lifeless ones there. He gave another look to Cleo, watching her adjust her dress slightly, having had no one step forward for her, and now listening to a guy that clearly didn't believe in true love as she did. If they kept going this route, they were going to have a pretty lame first evening.<br><br>"Tell you what," he laid his hand on her shoulder, "you said you wanted to check out the hot tub and pool when you came in, right? Why don't you slip into some swimwear, and I'll get us the chips and drinks. Then maybe we can talk about something exciting, like which one of us is the faster swimmer?" He gave her a wink as he finished his bottle, then took her glass and empty plate. He marched off to the kitchen, finding a place to dispose of the now empty plate as well as exchange the drink containers. He placed a fresh bottle of beer in his coat pocket once more, then loaded a plate up with chips and salsa dip before holding onto Cleo's drink once more.<br><br>He <em>had</em> brought swim trunks, but he didn't really feel like making the trip upstairs to swap out himself. Unlike Cleo, he could get away with just swimming around in boxer shorts, even if it wasn't the classiest of looks. She wasn't exactly going to be able to swim around in that dress without potentially ruining it. So he'd just dress down when it was time for him to do so. Until then, he found himself his seat once more, placing Cleo's Margarita by her seat and the chips on the chair between theirs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragongoddess</strong> on <strong>18-08-2019, 03:42:38</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">This is a collaborative post between lustfulintentions and Dragongoddess!</span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0e/2d/d1/0e2dd1ed9db57705f548c298ca48f1d5.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/567887516154331152/584106902942908435/Screen_Shot_2019-05-31_at_3.51.41_PM.png?width=209&amp;height=300)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Cassandra Pendragon</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006244#msg15006244)</td><td><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-family: Book Antiqua;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Owen Christopher</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002076#msg15002076)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Age:</strong> 21</td><td><strong>Age:</strong> 32</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual</td><td><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Hometown:</strong> <br><em>Birth / Childhood:</em> Limerick, Shannon Region, Ireland<br><em>Current:</em> County Down, Northern Ireland / United Kingdom Region, Ireland</td><td><strong>Hometown:</strong> Hamilton, NZ</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July 2019 | Evening</td><td><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard</td><td><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Same as in Picture Above &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0e/2d/d1/0e2dd1ed9db57705f548c298ca48f1d5.jpg) with these heels (https://cdn-img.prettylittlething.com/0/8/4/6/0846027d88357f1d17aa8242ef455805fc75ba28_CLU0936_5.JPG), <br>these bangles (https://cdn3.volusion.com/dexlc.mxapd/v/vspfiles/photos/bgh-05-t7kd-S-2.jpg) on her left wrist, this choker (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/6729597/il_fullxfull.307266563.jpg), and <br>this Claddagh ring (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/29/50/66/29506615c6184affc9da50e04f971401.jpg) on her right hand with the tip of the heart pointed <em>away</em> from her hand to symbolize being single</td><td><strong>Wearing:</strong> Light weight denim shirt, partially unbuttoned, white linen pants, brown leather sandals (https://imgur.com/lWslOYk)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <span style="font-family: Book Antiqua;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Owen Christopher</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002076#msg15002076)</td><td><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Cassandra Pendragon</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006244#msg15006244)</td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> | Cassandra Pendragon | Owen Christopher | Jasper Jameson (Mentioned) | Devon Daniels (Mentioned) | Elsa Nilssöm (Mentioned) |&nbsp; </div><hr></td></tr></tbody></table><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Cassandra Pendragon</span></span></div><br>When Cassandra and Owen reached the food table, the redhead looked it over with apprehension.&nbsp; It was Mexican food, probably her least favorite of everything she'd ever tried.&nbsp; If she'd had the opportunity, she would have just run into the kitchen to make herself something else to eat.&nbsp; Since she wanted to get to know Owen, however, she grabbed a little bit of everything except guacamole to take back to their seats.&nbsp; She made sure not to complain about the food on the first day, though.&nbsp; She didn't want to come off badly on the first day but she was sure she was probably going to be cooking most of the villa's meals so she could make sure there was something she'd like.<br><br>When Owen sat down in the chairs, Cassie realized she should have been more clear about her intentions to sit at the pool.&nbsp; So rather than say something, she placed her food on the table and leaned down to take her shoes off, giving Owen a perfect view of her cleavage without paying attention.&nbsp; When her shoes were finally off, she picked up her plate and walked to the edge of the pool.&nbsp; When she finally did sit down, her plate had been placed on the ground.&nbsp; She swung her legs over the edge to hang into the pool before turning to look back at Owen.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Come on."</span></span>&nbsp; She said patting the ground next to her.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"We both know it's too hot out here to not take advantage of the cool water while we can."</span></span>&nbsp; Cassie's lips curled into a sweet smile as she made it clear she was more interested in being in the water rather than at a table.<br><br>When it was clear to her where Owen wanted to sit, she started picking at her food, not as interested as she had been before she realized it was Mexican food.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Never watched the show before, have you?"</span></span>&nbsp; She asked, actually wanting to know.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Yea it's like an unplugged resort, I guess you could say.&nbsp; But I'd much rather get to know about you.&nbsp; What brings you to Love Island?"</span></span><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Book Antiqua;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Owen Christopher</span></span></div><br>Owen caught himself peeking, paying a notice to Cassie's figure as she bent down to remove her shoes. It wasn't the most chaste thing for him to catch that glimpse, even less so for him to let his dark eyes hold there for a moment.<br><br>She was right about the pool, though. The heat had bothered him a bit, making it an easy call to slip off his shoes and carry his plate to the edge of the pool, where he dipped his feet in as he sat down to her right. He smirked a bit, having had the question turned back on him. Marty's voice rang in his ears a bit, <em>'And whatever you do, don't tell them that you think it'll help you break into TV work when you finally decide you're done playing.'</em><br><br>It helped Owen to feel less like of a liar to acknowledge that he wasn't really ready to be done playing, and that, unlike his pushy agent, he didn't think the show would help him break into broadcasting anyway. <span style="font-family: Book Antiqua;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"No, I've never watched it,"</span></span> he said, holding up his hand and waving it toward the house. <span style="font-family: Book Antiqua;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Not really my kind of entertainment, I guess. But me? I guess I just thought I needed to try something different. Have a new experience, maybe meet someone interesting? What about you?"</span></span><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Cassandra Pendragon</span></span></div><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Oh that's gotta be rough..."</span></span>&nbsp; Cassandra said in response to his admission of never seeing the show before.&nbsp; One thing she knew from watching the previous season was if you didn't have a game plan, a backup game plan, and a Plan C going in, you probably weren't going to make it very far.&nbsp; Still, Owen was attractive and Cassie was sure that if women had to step forward for guys first, almost the entire group of ladies would have done so for him.&nbsp; He'd be okay for a minute on looks alone, wouldn't he?<br><br>She could tell something was being held back when he explained why he was there.&nbsp; The redheaded girl couldn't explain it.&nbsp; It was just a feeling in her gut that if she didn't ask the right questions, she wouldn't get the answers she was looking for.&nbsp; Being as persistent as she could be, though, she already knew she was going to get the answers she sought eventually.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Meet someone interesting?"</span></span>&nbsp; Cassandra asked, raising a brow.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Looking like you do, I'm sure you could get any girl you wanted even in the outside world."</span></span>&nbsp; The answer he gave made a million questions rise in her head but she knew better than to make him answer all the questions while she answered nothing.&nbsp; So instead she made herself focus on what he wanted to know about her.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Oh.&nbsp; Um..."</span></span>&nbsp; She started, hesitating.&nbsp; She put the silverware down and looked away from her current couple partner as she took a breath to answer the question.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Well, I really wanted to find a good guy here.&nbsp; On the outside, I have a bit of a reputation.&nbsp; I tend to go for guys like Devon or even the new guy, JJ, but every time..."</span></span>&nbsp; She paused, looking directly into the water as if it would ease continuing for her.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Well, let's just leave it at it never turns out well."</span></span><br><br>Perking up to try to keep the conversation light and happy, she picked the fork back up and looked at him again.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"But you know, if I can't find that, I definitely want to at least have a good time while I'm here and hopefully make some new friends."</span></span><br><br>After taking a sip of the margarita she had picked up, she realized she had forgotten to ask her question.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"So, you said you hope to meet someone interesting.&nbsp; What makes you think that someone interesting could have been me or Elsa and if I hadn't picked you, who else would you have stepped forward for?"</span></span><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Book Antiqua;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Owen Christopher</span></span></div><br>Owen let the assessment of his looks go by the wayside. Not that he didn't appreciate it, but, he'd traded on his looks for a long time. The little bit of notoriety he had from the best of his playing days, coupled with his relative fitness and good looks meant that most of the women he'd come across didn't have much of an interest that went below the surface.<br><br>He took a bite of his taco and chewed slowly while Cassie gave away the first bit of her facade. She seemed a little bit morose talking about her past, and Owen recognized that, even in a setting such as this, where some of the normal rules of dating might not apply, now was not the time to push on what sounded like a relatively intimate detail. <br><br>His gaze hadn't left her, leaving their eyes to meet when she looked back up and posed a more challenging question. The fact that he was mid-chew saved him and gave him a minute to marinate on the answer. <span style="font-family: Book Antiqua;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Well, to be honest, I was playing a hunch with each of you. You both seem very fit, very in tune with living at least somewhat of a healthy lifestyle. That's really important to me. I thought at least taking a chance to get to know someone who shared that would be a good place to start."</span></span> <br><br>He paused and took his turn to look out at the water, as though it held anymore answers for him than it did for her. <span style="font-family: Book Antiqua;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Frankly, I hadn't thought much beyond that. I was sort of just deciding in the moment, not knowing what order things were going to go." </span></span>Still holding his half-eaten taco, he reached back for the bottle of water to take a swig. <span style="font-family: Book Antiqua;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"I can't imagine having to choose must have been easy,"</span></span> he said, setting the bottle back down. <span style="font-family: Book Antiqua;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"But I'll express my gratitude that you took me off the hook before I had to face another decision. Besides, I think I already rather like your accent,"</span></span> Owen offered with a smile, trying to warm the conversation a bit.<br><br><span style="font-family: Book Antiqua;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"What do you make of these new arrivals? Seems real quick to try and shake up the game."</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>18-08-2019, 04:24:25</strong>
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				<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>With the music cleared from his head, Devon was able to tell that the blonde and redhead were speaking in hushed tones. He couldn't make out any words, though the blonde's tone certainly seemed more jovial and energized than Red's. Regardless, he couldn't help but wonder if he was interfering with their time to gossip and chatter on about current events. With one final grunt he completed his push-ups, flipping over to his back and adjusting his legs to begin performing sit-ups. Head behind his head, he lifted his upper body, twisting so that his left elbow reached for his right knee, then lowered and performed the reverse with his right elbow. The two women continued to reposition, though at this point he was facing the villa instead. Yet still he heard them speaking quietly to one another.<br><br>The wonderful thing about exercise is that, even as it exhausted the body, it had a tendency to energize the spirit and mind. So with a smile he completed his sit-ups, standing and taking the doorbar from the ground and towards the shed. This moved him closer to the women, with whoo-girl's ass displayed as provocatively as it could possibly be for the cameras. He looked around for some additional equipment, but it seemed the dumbbells were already out and beside the women. He chuckled, shaking his head. Guess he'd need to engage, after all.<br><br>"Trying to make sure the camera gets your good side?" he asked to the blondie, kneeling down to check the weight of the different bells. Grabbing two decently hefty ones, he walked to the other side of the bench and aligned his back with the fence. He didn't lean against it, but kept it close enough to help him keep his body upright as he began to lift each weight in a hand, one at a time. From this position, he'd be able to look the woman in her face, as well as Red... if she'd bother actually looking at him.<br><br>"Sorry to interrupt your scheming session," he panted out after his first set. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone of your secret war plans. Scout's honor." He gave a wink, then resumed his next set, puffing a breath of air out with each heft of the dumbbell in his hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>18-08-2019, 15:14:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://em.wattpad.com/75daf37dc42a40fd832b7dec84c246eb0a430ec8/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6a566f4f4c4d307a68625f352d773d3d2d3138333330313834342e313435363937303763646363376431372e706e67)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same tank in picture, and fitted blue jeans with these sandals (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0069/7692/products/Hari_Mari_Parks_Men_Sandals_Gray_Navy_01.jpg?v=1524688687)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Rhonda</em> | Open<br><br><hr><br>Logan found himself nodding in agreement and grinning at Rhonda when she expressed that it was accurate to think of this experience as a holiday. “That’s true. It certainly helps that it’s all expenses paid, as well. That definitely makes it feel more like a holiday.” The pair took a moment or two to continue eating and it was no contest, Logan was definitely a faster eater than Rhonda, especially after that tiny scoop of guac she placed on her first crisp. <br><br>He noticed that she seemed to sit at attention when he mentioned his affinity for food. Normally, he would have taken a picture of his meal before devouring it. Well, only if the meal was particularly photo worthy. But, seeing as this was his first meal at the villa, he thought it counted. He supposed he could still take pictures with his Love Island phone, but thought better of doing that while getting to know Rhonda. This was sort of like their first speed date, after all.<br><br>“Oh yeah?” Logan playfully asked when Rhonda mentioned she could work with his age. “Did I make it in just before the cut off?” He teased. After he took his turn in asking his question, Rhonda made a remark about wasting her turn. “No, no, you’ve got 19 turns left,” he informed her with a coy grin. She responded with her ideal end to the day consisting of plenty of rest and relaxation between washing her face and soaking in the tub. Logan tried his best not to picture it… too much.<br><br>She interrupted his thoughts just in time to mention she’d smell nice getting into bed. “Yes, you certainly can.” He agreed, wondering what sorts of smells she liked to incorporate with her baths. Logan ate another crisp as Rhonda thought up her thought provoking question. And her question was a bombshell. “Woah,” his eyes went wide as he looked down to his plate in consideration. “Only one? Well, fuck me, that’s near impossible to choose!” He laughed. <br><br>“I mean, I love food. But I also love variety.” He brought his hand to his chin and started scratching at his beard while he thought. Rhonda took the opportunity to answer her own question. Logan had to smile at how she incorporated some of her mom’s cooking into her answer. “That sounds delicious. I’d love to try some, someday.” He added, though quite honestly, he would love anyone’s home cooking.<br><br>“Well, not to steal from your idea or anything, but I have always enjoyed home cooking more than anything else. So, I’d have to say… Christmas dinner.” He laughed at his own answer. “I know, I’d likely gain loads of weight with that choice. But, how can I resist? There’s plenty of variety, everything is delicious, and as my mum says, it was all baked with love.” <br><br>He grinned, wondering if she was watching this part and tearing up back home. “Besides, Christmas is my favorite holiday. Not only is the whole family together, but there’s always a cozy fire and everyone’s in the spirit. You know?” He took a breath, then began thinking of another question. “Hm. Alright, so, what is your ideal date?” He chuckled after a pause. “I think all my questions might have the same theme.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>18-08-2019, 16:57:39</strong>
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				<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> Heterosexual<br><em>Birth / Childhood:</em> Hamilton, NZ<br><em>Current:</em> split between Aukland, NZ/London, England<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July 2019, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom --&gt; Villa Backyard --&gt; Workout Space → Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Workout shorts, warmup jacket (https://i.imgur.com/b1M9iNL.jpg?2)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Cassandra Pendragon</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006244#msg15006244)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> | Owen Christopher |&nbsp; Delaney Clarke (Mentioned) | Elsa Nilssöm | Devon Daniels | OPEN! |<br><hr><br>Perhaps fortunately for Cassie, Owen had not stirred when her phone went off. There was enough white noise in the room, no doubt from the hum of the electrical equipment operating all of the various and sundry cameras, that stray sounds were harder to notice. He’d had a fitful sleep-what with sleeping in a strange bed and sharing it with a woman he barely knew causing him just enough physical discomfort and mental strain to give him a hard time knocking out. <br><br>In fact, he hadn’t even heard his own device buzz. The vibration was different enough from his personal mobile that he wasn’t attuned to it, and he’d finally managed to find a decent jag of sleep such that he wasn’t easily stirred. It was only the redheads light press of the lips to his cheek that finally helped his eyes drift open. He wasn’t fully there when she announced, quietly, her intentions to take to the shower, though he did catch a mention of the word ‘coffee’, a vice of which he typically did not partake. <br><br>By the time he was more fully awake, he became aware of the reminder buzz on the phone indicating that a text was still waiting. Upon reading the invite from Delaney, he found himself with his first real conundrum of the game. Saying yes would broaden his pools of possible ways to stay in, but risk angering Cassie, who he’d enjoyed getting to know the night before. Saying no would of course do the opposite, with the added effect of leaving him in the possible position of having declined a date without knowing if Cass had been asked on any sort of adventure herself. The idea occurred to him, and he realized he wouldn’t have been at all surprised to find that she had.<br><br>He also didn’t have the slightest fucking clue how to bring it up. <br><br>Owen mulled it, remembered that it was early in the proceedings, and that there was a benefit to getting to know as many folks as possible at this stage. He dashed off a quick acceptance of Delaney’s cheeky proposition, and had just set the phone back on the stand when Cas came back through to procure clothing. <strong>“Right then,” </strong>he replied, as she grabbed something and ducked back out. <br><br>He had a hunch it was best to give the girl some space, and he wasn’t ready to move at the same pace as her, though he did fancy himself at least a bite to eat and perhaps a quick burn before the day got going. <br><br>By the time he’d swung out of bed, slipped on shorts and a light nylon jacket, Cassie had already disappeared from the sleeping area. Owen made his way through the halls of the villa and found his way to the kitchen, reminding himself to keep an eye out for any signs of other folks to say hello to and for any way to get in and out of the house in case he found himself in need of a breath of air while surrounded by all these folks. <br><br>He paused to wash his hands quickly at the sink, and could see out the large windows that Cassie, Elsa and a couple other folks who he couldn’t make out were using the outdoor workout area, though some of them seemingly more engaged in conversation than doing the actual work itself. <br><br>Owen had had teammates like that over the years. They didn’t usually last long on the pitch. <br><br>From an oversized bowl, Owen plucked a ripe banana, then grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge-good and cold, just the way he preferred it. Chewing on his lip, he stripped the first half of the peel while wondering just how to handle the news of his date with Cassie. Being blissfully unaware that she already knew he’d been invited, of course-and even more blissfully unaware that one of the new meatheads on the island had already procured time with her for the same evening. <br><br><em>Well, she did mention coffee,</em> he thought, and set about filling up a mug. With care, he cradled his items in one hand, and the mug in the other, using the free fingers on that hand to push down the lever on the door and a gentle bump of his hip to push it open and step down onto the patio and over towards the workout space. <br><br>Once there, he recognized Devon, the metal head, as the other party who’d joined them in the space. <strong>“Morning all,”</strong> Owen said, fixing the best fake smile he could muster to his face.&nbsp; “<strong>Hope everyone slept well. Cass, I brought you a refill, oh, and remind me to let you in on something later.” </strong>he continued, placing the mug on a small table at the corner of the space, then setting his bottled water down next to it. <br><br>He paused, about to take a bite of his banana, catching just an inkling that he’d interrupted a conversation. <strong>“Right, well, don’t let me interrupt, I can swing back through when it’s a bit less crowded over here.”</strong><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>18-08-2019, 21:15:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace<br><br><hr>In Corey’s mind, the worst of his revelations was behind him, and that suddenly made the young Islander feel more relaxed than he had since he jumped off the Jeep.&nbsp; Granted, he was not thinking about the fact that he would be sharing a bed with a nearly complete stranger, in a room of nearly complete strangers all doing the same thing, or the fact that he was surrounded by a large group of beautiful people in what was likely increasingly skimpy outfits, who would be feeling pressure both internal and external to start hooking up.&nbsp; No, Corey was just thinking that he had dropped the worst bit he had to share, so it should be smooth sailing from here on out, or at least until the UK voted him home for being boring.<br><br>“Certainly you’ve got your work cut out for you.&nbsp; Don’t let my trim physique fool you, I am an utter fiend for the sweets.&nbsp; And I am not easy to impress either!”&nbsp; Corey laughed, although only one of those two things was completely true.&nbsp; Something told him that Grace would not be bringing up baking on national TV if she didn’t think she had some skills in that regard.&nbsp; Unless she was angling for one of those “Worst Cooks” shows next.&nbsp; It was safe to say at least some of the people in this season, whether they lasted or not, would be seen again on some sort of reality TV.&nbsp; That was always how it worked, wasn’t it?&nbsp; There were only so many beautiful people in the world willing to make fools of themselves to win a years wages.<br><br>“As for getting messy…well, I am not saying it's not <em>possible</em>.”&nbsp; Corey went on, his eyes inadvertently scanning down to where Grace was dressed perfectly, her hair perfectly done and everything matching wonderfully.&nbsp; “But you have to admit that it is a stretch to imagine.&nbsp; I guess we’ll have a few weeks to see!”&nbsp; Reaching across, Corey picked up his own margarita, just bringing it to his lips when Grace mentioned what their families might think, and that thought had him taking a huge gulp of his drink.&nbsp; “Well, yeah.” He croaked around the tequila’s burn.&nbsp; “I didn’t tell my fam anything more than I was heading south on a vaca.&nbsp; I can only imagine my dad’s reaction when someone brings it up at work.&nbsp; My ma will love it though, and my Gran will get a right chuckle.”&nbsp; <br><br>Shaking his head, Corey set his drink down as Grace discussed her relationships.&nbsp; Nodding his head once the liquid was safe on the table, why was he moving his head this much?!, Corey couldn’t decide if Grace’s response was good or bad for him.&nbsp; Clearly she didn’t, or hadn’t, gone in for anything long term, but that also meant she didn’t have any strings attached either.&nbsp; More to come, he supposed.&nbsp; Her last bit though, had Corey barking out a laugh loud enough to carry.&nbsp; “Oof, we’ll that’s a treat then.&nbsp; I am not sure how I’d do under pressure.&nbsp; Other than you know, constant scrutiny, a gaggle of muscled up blokes to contend with, and who knows what tricks that Caroline will devise.&nbsp; That’s all for granted, of course.”&nbsp; He grinned.<br><br>It was exceptionally easy to joke around with Grace, or at least as he spent more time doing it, it sure seemed to.&nbsp; He could only hope the rest of his interactions with the other Islanders went as well, but for tonight he wanted to concentrate on just the one.&nbsp; &nbsp;As they continured their meals, the conversation ebbed and flowed, and as the sun dipped closer and closer to the horizon, Corey felt his eyes getting heavy.<br><br>"What a day.&nbsp; I am absolutely knackered.&nbsp; &nbsp;I think I am going to grab a hot shower now, before i have to share, and i guess I'll…ah…see you in bed then."&nbsp; Feeling that might be the most awkward thing ever said between man and woman, Corey made a quick exit for the showers, his thinking to be as clean as was possible before sharing a bed with Grace for the first time.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>19-08-2019, 00:30:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SuE32Mj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Montreal, Quebec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 - Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (https://i.imgur.com/ZbaqeGj.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan | Open<br><br><hr><br>Rhonda couldn't help herself and smiled like a gosh darn idiot when Logan looked like he was absolutely offended for being asked such a question about food. It showed that he really did quite like food and that represented one of the biggest and brightest connections she had with the boy. Anything else was whatever, but if the two of them had an equal appreciation for food, it was going to take a lot for her to move on from him.<br><br>Her smile grew wider as he really took his time answering. It was hard for her to eat the meal in front of her with how much she enjoyed giving Logan a real brain teaser. He remarked about being able to try some of her mother's home cooking, which made her frown just a smidgen. There were a number of reasons why, though the main one was Logan just melting her heart with his wholesomeness. The gentle ones were supposed to be dead and gone.<br><br>"Christmas dinner, huh?" Rhonda repeated, looking up at the sky as she went over her answer. "I guess I can accept that. I think if I gave it to the judges, they'd definitely say that you are going to have to be more specific in order to earn all the points that are available." She pointed a chip at him to punctuate her mock accusation, then dipped it in guacamole. "I do like that you're super into Christmas. It's such a great time of year. Retailers can get a bit crusty but, yeah, everyone's happier!" Munch went the chip.<br><br>Her eyes stayed on her date as he rolled on with their little game. He asked her what she thought the most perfect date would be. Rhonda hung there for a second or two, expecting him to go on and give his own answer to the question, but he simply addressed how all of his questions ran along the same vein. "Cheater! You're supposed to answer the question first." Not having a chip to accuse him with, the Asian girl playfully shoved him on the shoulder. There was a second or two that she sat there, waiting for him to react one way or the other. Hopefully they were at that level already or else them sleeping in the same bed was going to get real awkward.<br><br>"Okay, fine. I'll go first." She said finally, sitting back in her seat completely as she thought. "I think it'd depend. First dates are never ideal - you don't want to agree to go to someone's remote villa or anything and get murdered - that one's always coffee... or Mexican." Rhonda looked down at her plate. Too on the nose? "I've never actually done this and I think it would be really fun; do they have county fairs in Manchester? Where I'm from there aren't many, either, but I've seen them on TV. They're all over the United States. This corporation or whatever just get a bunch of vendors from all over the area to come to this ope field. There are food stands, midway rides and games, live shows - all that stuff would be so cool to do on a date!"<br><br>Rhonda stopped for a second. She was running off the track on this county fair idea and pumped the brakes to see if Logan was still in his seat. As far as she could tell, he was, but she toned it down regardless. "I think something like that is fun to do. I would hate for date night to just be going to the same place on the same day of the week to order the same thing you did the last time. Boring!"<br><br>Satisfied with her long winded answer, Rhonda flashed Logan a smile, then ate the last bite of her fish taco. A finger waved and twirled in the air around her mouth as if to say that she had a question on the tip of her tongue but it was a little busy at the moment. Finished swallowing, she asked "You ever do anything dumb just to impress someone? Literally anyone! Not even a girl."<br><br>"I was at a bar once with my friends and this guy came up to us with his group and bought us all a round. Smart guy. It turns out that he's Vietnamese, too. Now, my Viet is absolute trash, right, so naturally I try to talk to him in it. I wanted to say that his friends were handsome or something like that but I just said that they had nice faces and their mothers were horses. It was bad." Rhonda laughed to herself, recalling the awful attempt at a bar trick. She still went home with someone that night, but that wasn't something Logan had to know... unless he asked specifically. <br><br>Those were the rules!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>19-08-2019, 02:37:46</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/8ca9aa1b3dc1dbd5c1cf8768476290b8/tumblr_pvp2nnifWj1rjiw4so4_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (http://CS URLhttps://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> James Harding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> James, Open<br><br><hr><br>She smiled and almost blushed when he commented on how good looking she was. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been told before that she was lovely but she always felt lucky to be told such. She chuckled when he mentioned telling a kids bedtime story. To be honest she would be just fine listening to him talk. Gwen was sill getting used to the different accents and she found James’ absolutely body squirmingly delicious. However she did think he could likely come up with something to storytell eventually.&nbsp; As they went to the food area and said hello to the others there before going back to her and James spot with a plate full of fruit and some chicken. It was an odd pairing but its what she wanted, even eating a strawberry on the way to sit down.<br><br>“So yeah I keep telling myself I need more time but I figure after I finally graduate then I’ll have more time to do what I want and need to do. I’m studying for my medical veterinary and surgery degree. I’m about a quarter of the way in. So I’ve got a little bit to go but I figured if i ever found the right guy I could find more time to spend with him and the odd day of spa for myself I reckon. How about you darling, what kind of books do you write?”<br><br>She ate her food between each sentence and dived into her chicken after she asked him about his books. With a clean hand she pushed her hair out of her face. There was nothing worse than eating your hair as you are trying to eat your dinner. It was nice to take their time and not rush. She had watched him as he spoke to her before and there must be something behind those gorgeous eyes of his. It was too soon to pry and she knew he had to let down his walls in his own time. She felt like she was paired or coupled up with him for a reason. Next it would be nice to see if he minds cuddling at night. She’d not insist on it but she’d offer it up at least.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>19-08-2019, 03:06:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/322888378/original.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom(s) ---&gt; Villa Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN&nbsp; Mentioned: Cassie, Elsa, Devon<br><br><hr><br>Not one with usually a lot of chance to sleep in as he usually had an early shift, Corey luxuriated in the ability to let the sun get good and high before he woke.&nbsp; With the sounds of others stirring around him getting ready for their dates and their workouts respectively, Corey finally groaned his way awake.&nbsp; It didn’t help that he had stayed up way too late the night before, feeling like the first night of the world’s weirdest camp, not to mention making sure he didn’t roll over and do some inappropriate touching on accident.<br><br>Once he had finally falling asleep, Corey had managed to make it through most of the night with only a few wake-ups, and luckily none of those were to the sounds of fellow Islanders “trying each other on for size”.&nbsp; &nbsp;Of course, he MIGHT have slept through it.&nbsp; With the sun positively beaming in, Corey stumbled for the bathroom, getting his teeth brushed and a quick shower in before throwing on a pair of swim trunks and flip flops.&nbsp; He probably would have been more comfortable in more clothing, but the producers had “encouraged” them to relax in simple swimwear.&nbsp; Being from a rainy summer climate, this wouldn’t bother Corey overly much, as long as he didn’t over think it.<br><br>Surprised he had not yet seen Grace, Corey grabbed his phone on the way to the kitchen, and stopped dead in his tracks.&nbsp; A date?&nbsp; Already? With the new guy.&nbsp; “Doesn’t waste a lick of time, does he?” Corey muttered darkly.&nbsp; <em>Looks like it's coffee for one then.</em> Corey thought sourly, his stomach sunk directly to his shoes, and unfortunately that emotion bled right into his response to Grace.&nbsp; Once in the kitchen, Corey made quick work of even the fancy machines the villa had, mixing up a big ol pot of cold brew, more than enough for anyone who might follow, since one of the early riser had already made a hot pot.&nbsp; No one would want to drink hot coffee in this clime, once the sun was cooking, would they?<br><br>Speaking of which, and already of the sinking suspicion that he might be packing his bags right back up soon, Corey made his way outside and immediately spotted the lone redhead and the stacked blonde as well as the big long haired bloke going about a workout.&nbsp; <em>Cassie, Elsa and Devon</em> Corey reminded himself, having always been good with names.&nbsp; <em>Should I be working out?&nbsp; Is that a show for the cameras?&nbsp; Piss on that, I’m vacationing</em>.&nbsp; &nbsp;He thought, still a little sour from his morning news.&nbsp; Heading instead for the pool supplies, Corey went about finding a float.&nbsp; &nbsp;Grabbing the <strong>closest to hand (https://www.thesun.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/tp-image-inflatable-ring.jpg)</strong>, Corey took one look and tossed it right in the back, “Bugger that one!”&nbsp; &nbsp;Finding <strong>another (https://salsaritas.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/best-food-pool-floats.png)</strong>, Corey made his way towards the deep end of the pool, setting his coffee down before dropping in his float and jumping in.&nbsp; Cooled off and refreshed, Corey hopped onto the bright green float, laying back in the sun with one arm draped to keep him close to the edge, and his java.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>19-08-2019, 16:07:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/97/Imageedit_4_6199727181.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard | Bathroom | Bed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dress in picture and these shoes (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1u5ptcL1TBuNjy0Fjq6yjyXXa7/2019-cute-women-open-toe-high-heels-party-shoes-summer-gladiator-sandals-pink-sandals-wedding-shoes.jpg_640x640.jpg) | Pajamas (https://i.pinimg.com/474x/26/cb/3e/26cb3e2d5cffc2c1e07115211892eae7.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Corey</em> | Open<br><br><hr><br>Grace was looking very forward to their promise of a kitchen date tomorrow morning. She was already thinking of making more than just one sweet dish for Corey, the self proclaimed sweets expert. “Well, I just hope that I can impress the food critic,” she remarked, her lips curling at the edges pleasantly. Although she was certainly up for the challenge, in the back of her mind Grace was a little anxious about it all. She hoped that she would win his praises based on her talent and not because he would feel obligated to call her sweets good on telly. <br><br>Corey seemed to eye her up when he revisited the comment about how hard it was to picture her getting messy. Grace didn’t mind his roaming eyes. In fact, she purposely did a bit of a pose for him, lengthening her back and arching it enough to accentuate her curves while she sat at the bed. She giggled when he revealed that it was difficult to imagine. “To be fair, I would be wearing an apron to protect my clothes.” She explained. “But, flour does tend to get pretty messy.” She smirked when he said ‘we’ll see.’ “Indeed we will.” <br><br>Grace was left in awe with her jaw slackened when Corey told her that he actually hadn’t told his parents about coming on the show at all. They thought he was on holiday! It sounded like he had his mum’s and grandmum’s support, though his dad’s reaction was one he couldn’t quite properly gauge. “You didn’t tell them?!” She reiterated, her eyes still wide at the idea. She was left to laugh at the image of a surprised Dwyer family watching Love Island on the telly after hearing through the grapevine that their precious Corey was a contestant. <br><br>When Grace got Corey to proper belly laugh, she felt rather pleased with herself, joining in with his laughter, which was nearly as contagious as his smile. “Oh, of course.” She agreed, beaming at him. They went back and forth like this for long after their meals and drinks were finished, keeping up with really good banter and an undeniable instant sort of connection. It was flourishing and neither of them had to force it. Grace was left with butterflies and loads of hope. By the end of the night, Corey was looking rather beat.<br><br>She grinned when he admitted that he was knackered. He excused himself to go and shower before meeting her in bed. Grace laughed at the awkward comment. It was all a bit awkward, wasn’t it? “Right. I’ll meet you there.” She gathered up their plates and glasses and took them back to the outdoor kitchen, leaving them in the sink. Thank goodness for the cleaning crew who came in while the islanders were asleep to take care of the messes. Otherwise, she was sure, the show would look a lot less appealing.<br><br>Making her way inside the villa and up the stairs, Grace took her time getting ready for bed. She changed into her pajamas in the makeup room because no one else was occupying it at the time. It made her realize that getting a bit of privacy was going to be rather difficult in the villa. After slipping into a silk, cherry blossom pink robe, which covered the matching shorts and white camisole she wore underneath, Grace made her way to the sink, biting her lip at the sound of the warm water running, knowing Corey was inside the stall. <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.girlfriend.com.au/media/21737/tom-holland.jpg)</div>She made quick work of removing her makeup and washing her face, not wanting Corey to think someone was gawking at him. Though if she were being honest, she did try and sneak a glance. The glass was steamed, luckily for Corey. Grace moisturized her hands and face, then finished by flossing and brushing her teeth. When she was finally done and ready for bed, she let out a sigh of contentment. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, Corey.” She playfully commented over her shoulder, whilst walking off to the bedroom. <br><br>Once she reached the bed, Grace peeled back the covers and sat up in it, pulling the blankets over her legs but sitting up so that her back was propped against the headboard. It may have just been a habit of hers, but she tried to scroll through her Love Island phone before bed, only to be reminded that there was very little to look at. Though she had snapped a photo of Corey when he wasn’t looking. So, she popped it open and examined it closely. Even just a picture of him smiling was enough to make Grace smile, too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mature Desires</strong> on <strong>19-08-2019, 17:52:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0f/41/e1/0f41e128f7aa4cd433292cc597ec5d7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cleo Balleta (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004245#msg15004245)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manila, Phillipines <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2, July 2019| Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Kitchen <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0f/41/e1/0f41e128f7aa4cd433292cc597ec5d7c.jpg), Grey booty shorts, grey sweatshirt, black flip flops <br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Devon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open | Devon<br><br><hr>Cleo woke up slightly feeling Devon pushing her legs and arms off of her. Rolling over she fell back asleep. It had been weird going to bed with Devon and she had initially tried to keep the bed separated so they wouldn't feel too weird about everything, but once Cleo fell asleep all hell broke loose. She was always a heavy sleeper, but also an active sleeper. Cleo would toss and turn and often made Devon to be a stuffed bear to hug and squeeze and snuggle against. His big muscular body was actually quite comfortable and despite her enjoying her sleep, she was unsure how well Devon slept. <br><br><br>Finally waking up she noticed he was gone and figured he might have gone off to do some early morning routine. Climbing out of bed she went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth, brushed her hair and used some of her face-wash. Feeling clean she went back into the bedroom and changed out of her bra and panties from the night before. Changing into some grey short shorts and a thin grey sweatshirt she exited the room and headed down towards the kitchen. Her stomach was growling again and she wondered what kind of food would be around to snack on. <br><br><br>Cleo made her way into the kitchen and noticed not many people had come in to use it yet. She searched the cupboards, fridge and pantry surprised at how well stocked everything was. Since nobody was around she figured it was best to make herself some breakfast. She took out a frying pan and turned on the burner. Leaving the pan to heat up she opened the fridge and took out some eggs, cheese and bacon. Cleo made some scrambled eggs with some crushed candied bacon she cooked in the oven. Grating some cheese into her eggs and bacon she stirred the mixture together. Toasting an english muffin she eased her breakfast onto the buttered steaming english muffins. <br><br><br>Cleo found a bottle of water and turned on the kettle to make some tea. She hoped they had some nice flavours. Setting her plate in front of one of the bar stools in the kitchen Cleo went back over to the kettle and set out a mug for herself. Going through the cupboards she found the small and mostly boring selection of teas and coffees. Cleo made a mental note to go asking if they could request any specialty items for the kitchen. She didn't want to go overboard, but having the crappiest types of tea was going to make the next few weeks a challenge. Cleo settled for a bag of Orange Pekoe. When the kettle beeped she poured herself a hot cup of tea and then went and sat down at her plate. <br><br><br>Cleo usually had her phone in her hand scrolling through her social media while she ate, but with no access to social media and the phone she had been given made playing Snake look like a futuristic game, Cleo was forced to look around taking in the extravagant kitchen. Everything was done to the nines and Cleo was more than impressed with everything she had seen so far. Looking out the back window she could see Devon talking with a few of the other girls. <em>So that's where he went..</em> she said to herself as she took another bite of her breakfast sandwich.<br><br><br>Cleo wondered what she wanted to do after breakfast. There was so much to explore, but also so much that seemed to inhibit her from exploring more. She didn't feel in the mood to work out, but maybe tanning and a dip in the hot tub sounded like an appealing idea. Cleo continued to eat her breakfast and glance towards the kitchen entrance in case anyone else came in. She had leftovers and wondered if anyone else wanted some. <em>It would be such a shame to waste so much food</em> she thought to herself.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>19-08-2019, 22:30:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GexPvLL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Harding (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004164#msg15004164)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight <br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stilwater, MN, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What you see in the pic (http://Outfit URL)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Gwen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gwen, Open<br><hr><br>James nodded along as Gwen talked about her adventures in education, "Well only you know what's best for you. I just hope you don't find yourself completely burned out on what you love by the time you are finally done." He said with a shrug, "Me? oh well, I kinda write all sorts of things, mainly Science Fiction, but I've dabbled in mystery, and a bit of modern fiction. a book of mine is being released while we are here actually, first one since..." he stopped himself from finishing the sentence <em>"since Ami died."</em> he finished in his head. "well first one in a while. Don't know how I feel about that, on one hand I wont be able to see the reception thanks to the media blackout, but that can also be a good thing, its probably the most personal one I've written yet, and if people don't like it..." he trailed off again in a shrug, turning and focusing on his food again for a moment to clear his head, "but uh, on the whole, bed thing, If it makes you uncomfortable I'd be more than happy to find a couch or something." He finished his plate and looked around for wherever he was supposed to dispose of it before returning to Gwen at the table
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>19-08-2019, 23:01:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/yhI0iAG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samantha Jeuil (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15005952#msg15005952) (pronounced Jewel)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Perth, Australiia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Bedroom &gt; Kitchen &gt; Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimsuit (https://1e7f3e854146f0643211-4e55b2d5f6d9f393414314d5508b43f5.ssl.cf2.rackcdn.com/product-hugerect-542032-131050-1437107490-b463e3473a2af343c11d422086ae95dc.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody Apparently&nbsp; ???<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Corey, Workout Trio (mentioned)<br><hr><br>Samantha woke up groggily as the sun shone in through the window and right into her face, she didn't get to sleep until much later than the rest of the crowd, thanks to the whole situation and the unfamiliar bed. standing up with a stretch and a yawn she glanced at the provided Love Island phone as she noticed that there was a waiting &nbsp;text (http://https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15030855#msg15030855). After reading it she was filled with a sense that her time at Love Island was going to be coming to a close soon, and how embarrassing to be the first one kicked off, maybe one of the newcomers she would click with but the lack of interest from the ones already here didn't bode well for her. Shaking these thoughts out of her head she headed into the bathroom for a quick shower and to prepare for the day, the producers had mandated that all the contestants had to wear bathers during the days, <em>"probably to boost their rating among the guys, if nothing else they would bear watching it with their girlfriends for the chance to ogle"</em> she thought to herself with a smirk and she got dressed in her suit.<br><br>After she was all ready she made her way to the kitchen for a quick bite, finding coffee already prepared she helped herself to a cup and started on cooking herself some eggs and bacon. Eventually, throughout her cooking brekky and sipping the coffee she finished waking up and upon putting her dirty plates and utensils into the sink she figured. <em>"Hell if I'm gonna be stuck wearing this thing all day I might as well use it."</em> and after searching a moment through the various drawers and cabinets for some suntan lotion she headed out for the pool only to find Corey already floating around on a cactus-shaped float. After unabashedly staring at him for a good little while, noticing his adorable bathers with a small smirk, she spoke up "Morning hots stuff, hows the water?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>20-08-2019, 02:15:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SaFOou4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Morning prior to dates.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Dressing Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White towel<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gwen, Cleo? | Open - Everyone welcome to join, even Rhonda.<br><br><hr><br>There wasn’t an overabundance of time to get ready. Delaney took a quick, dissatisfying shower after sending her texts then wrapped in a large towel took up residence in the dressing room. As she smoothed moisturizer on her face and hastily combed her wet hair, the rest of the villa began to stir. <br><br>One by one she could hear the lazy pat of feet as islanders meandered down the stairwell, and eventually the comforting smell of fresh coffee made its way faintly upstairs to stir the rest still nestled in bed. Seated at the vanity she could see her housemates come and go from the bedroom. It was a marvel to see so many women roll out of bed looking glamorous. No makeup. No filters. Just #PutTheFuckTogether.<br><br>She rubbed her moisturizer in with a bit more purpose, determined to get herself together before any of them figured out she wasn’t like them! <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>20-08-2019, 04:40:09</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/8ca9aa1b3dc1dbd5c1cf8768476290b8/tumblr_pvp2nnifWj1rjiw4so4_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (http://CS URLhttps://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard Moving to Bed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> James Harding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> James, Open<br><br><hr><br><br>Gwen listened to his response to her questions and smiled at him and the passion he obviously had for his writing. “It’s all exciting. I’m sorry you’ll miss your reception. I’m sure it’ll be brill.” <br><br>She followed suit with her plate and then stood there beside him and shook her head. She didn’t have any issues sharing a bed. Even if she just met him it wasn’t like they’d do more than her cuddled up in a spoon with him. That is if he’s not too weirded out by it. The mere idea of it sounded ideal to her. She hated to sleep alone. Having a warm body beside you was ideal. <br><br>She wet her lips and looked up at him. “I would actually prefer you to sleep with me in the bed if that’s okay by you. I mean if you would rather sleep elsewhere I’d understand but like i said its all up to you.” <br><br>She looked toward the villa and looked back to him. It was all in his court now but she wondered if she should go ahead and go up to the bedroom and leave him to his thoughts. It was a hit and miss situation. Gwen didn’t want to upset him or make him think she didn’t care so she added in for his benefit, “I’ll tell you what. You think on it and if you decide to sleep up in the bed with me or on your own down here, either way is cool with me.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek before slipping away and heading up to the bed.<br><br><br><div align="center"> **********</div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/1d/62/3f/1d623f6354ee0e50b95f45adb65f9fe9.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br>Heading into the villa she only glanced back once at James and if he looked her way she’d give him a smile and a little wave. Moving up the stairs she wondered just what he would choose. They would have to share a bed eventually, she just hoped it was sooner than later. Slipping out of her overalls she slipped on some comfy pajama pants but left her bra on. Pulling back the comfy feeling comforter she figured the beds would be insanely comfortable. Climbing into it she was not disappointed. Sinking into the soft mattress she pulled the covers up over her and turned on her side facing where he would be laying. She could only hope he’d join her until then she sighed and closed her eyes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mature Desires</strong> on <strong>20-08-2019, 14:38:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0f/41/e1/0f41e128f7aa4cd433292cc597ec5d7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cleo Balleta (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004245#msg15004245)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manila, Phillipines <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2, July 2019| Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Kitchen | Dressing Room | Bathroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0f/41/e1/0f41e128f7aa4cd433292cc597ec5d7c.jpg), Grey booty shorts, grey sweatshirt, black flip flops <br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Devon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open | Delaney<br><br><hr>Cleo finished her breakfast and most of her tea dumping the rest down the sink. Tossing out the bag and washing her plate and cutlery she put her things to dry and left the kitchen. Heading to the dressing room she wanted to get cleaned up and ready for the day. It was kind of a good thing she hadn't run into anyone so far that morning. While she didn't need to wear makeup it was just something Cleo had been brought up around and something that made her feel good when she wore it. The whole process of putting it on to trying out the variety of shades, hues, and tones gave her so much creativity and options. The petite girl moved through the villa back up the stairs and down the hall to the dressing room. <br><br>She pushed open the door to the dressing room and saw one of the other girls already inside. Cleo hadn't talked to her yet, but had recognized her as one of the later arrivals. "Hey.." Cleo said with a smile and walked over to one of the closets and went through her suitcase. Taking out her makeup bag she went back over and sat down on one of the deep purple cushioned chairs. "I'm Cleo it's nice to meet you! How was your first night here? Oh my god it was like really weird sleeping in a bed with a random guy I only just met last night. I have to admit it was kind of a good thing he wasn't there this morning when I woke up. At least there was no like awkwardness or whatever.." <br><br>Cleo took out a hairband and wrapped her hair back in a messy bun. Taking out her day cream she unscrewed the cap and dabbed a few small amounts on her cheeks, forehead and chin. Rubbing in the cream she examined the slight bulges under her eyes. She felt tired and being up late the night before had thrown her usual sleeping routine off. "Ugh I look so tired.. I think I need to get a cup of coffee after this.." she said to other girl. Cleo then opened up her makeup bag and began to dig through the various pockets looking for the different bottles she wanted. Cleo had spent a lot of money before coming on the trip getting high end makeup that didn't smudge from sweat, water or anything else. Knowing she was going to be on camera all of the time she didn't want to look like a mess half the time with her makeup running. <br><br>Cleo took out her makeup sponge and went to the bathroom to wet it. Coming back she dabbed some foundation on her cheeks, forehead, nose and chin. Blending it in with the sponge she examined every inch of her face as the foundation covered up the bags under her eyes. "Do you use foundation? Full coverage?" she asked trying to spark some conversation. Cleo then took out her eyeliner pen and began to accent around her eyelids. Fanning out the line she then added a soft amount of gold nude eyeshadow. Swapping between a few different shades on her palate she finally created the colour and look she wanted to go for the day. <br><br>Using her eyelash curler she then added her mascara to her lashes. "You know I was considering bringing on fake eyelashes for the contest, but I don't know they are a lot of work sometimes, especially the daily ones." Cleo used the tip of her mascara brush to adjust any lashes that looked too clumped together. Cleo hadn't decided on what to wear that day so maybe lipgloss wasn't to be chosen yet. "What do you think? Too much?" she asked Delaney looking for her opinion on her makeup. Taking out her brow pencil she began to shade in her eyebrows more. Noticing how dull the pencil was she dug around in her makeup bag for her sharpener and began to sharpen the pencil a little. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>20-08-2019, 17:47:54</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/09f79185860f0b518ee1ee8d09874bbc/tumblr_psatodh8SE1tqe54w_540.png)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2, July 2019| Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Makeup Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> James Harding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney, Open<br><br><hr><br>Gwen yawned as she rolled up out of bed that morning. Pushing her hair back momentarily, she grabbed her bikini from her drawers near the base of the bed. Deciding on the black one with the red liner along the bottoms she quickly donned them, knowing someone was likely to get a show of it, a flash of bare ass or breasts. After all, they were going to be in close quarters for six weeks anyway, so she might as well get over her modesty. That is, she wouldn’t go full on nude with the lot of them there but one or two might be okay.<br><br>Heading over to the bathrooms she headed in then out a minute or two later. Moving to the make up area she saw one of the girls sitting there getting all dolled up for the day. She smiled at her and moved over to put on her bare minimum of makeup — mascara, a little eyeliner, and some lip staining gloss. <br><br><br><strong>“Good morning, you’re Delaney, right? I’m Gwen. So you have a couple dates today? Any clue who you’re taking yet?”</strong><br><br>She half wondered if Delaney was going to choose James, not that she’d mind too much. It wasn’t as if she held a claim on him. Though she knew there’d be a twinge of jealousy, but that was only normal. Applying her lip gloss she looked back to the girl while she brushed through her own hair. The golden threads soft and smooth, which was surprising. She must not have tossed and turned that night.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mature Desires</strong> on <strong>20-08-2019, 19:30:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/B5cDpxkCUAAz0ed.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cleo Balleta (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004245#msg15004245)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Manila, Phillipines <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard | Smoking Pit | Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black mini dress with rips in it, black mesh heels (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BqOVGJACEAETHWm.jpg), changing into &nbsp;blue and red/white striped bikini (https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/1046296647599296512/cWoDG7un_400x400.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Devon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open | Devon<br><br><hr>Cleo grinned a little as she listened to Devon talk. He definitely had a fun personality about himself and she figured it would be a fun week to be with him or at least until things might get mixed up. As she finished her plate and drink she looked up to see him push up his sunglasses and suggest taking a dip in the pool. It was still pretty hot out and she did want to get in the water as soon as she could. It didn't hurt that she had bought a few new bikinis before coming that she was dying to show off. <br><br>"Okay deal.. I'll be right back!" she hopped up and winked at him before sliding off. Moving by everyone else she slipped inside the villa and went upstairs. Going to her suitcase she began to search through it until she found the small pile of bikinis she had packed away. The petite Asian slipped out of her dress and heels and changed into the red/blue/white bikini. It was tight and to a degree left little to the imagination. At the same time it didn't seem too scandalous that it would label her as a slut or anything. Checking herself out in one of the nearby full length mirrors she quickly packed away her dress and exited upstairs.<br><br>Cleo came back downstairs and came back out into the backyard. She tied her hair back in a ponytail and slipped off her flip flops. Cleo took a small jogging start as she began to pick up speed heading right towards the pool. It almost seemed like she was about to run right into the pool without jumping, but she took off leaping into the air. "Wooo!!!" she cried out most likely garnering the attention of everyone as her body flew through the air. Everything seemed to slow down just for those few seconds as she caught Devon's eyes as her body moved over the blue water. Waving her arms her body quickly hit the water causing a massive splash to explode out of the water. Her body might have been small, but she managed to hit as much of the water as she could. <br><br>Her body moved under the water and she instantly felt the perfect temperature the pool had been sitting at. Cold enough that it instantly cooled her down, but warm enough that it wasn't too much of a shock. Cleo stayed under the water for a few seconds embracing the feeling of the pool water around her as she slowly tread water a bit. Her feet found the bottom of the pool and she pushed up gliding upwards through the water. Her head broke through the surface and she wiped back some of her hair kicking her legs under the water to keep her afloat. Turning around she gained back her surroundings and soon found where Devon was standing "Wow you're like super slow! Come on!" she grinned up at him and kicked off swimming towards the edge of the pool. <br><br>It felt good to get in the pool and out of the warm evening air. Everything felt so forced before having to try and figure out a conversation to start with Devon. Now they could relax and have fun a bit more. "Don't forget my drink!" she called out to Devon with a smile. Brushing back some strands of hair she looked around to see if anyone else was going to join them in the pool. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>20-08-2019, 21:36:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GexPvLL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Harding (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004164#msg15004164)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight <br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stilwater, MN, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1, July 2019| Evening | 2, July 2019, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard | Bedroom &gt; Kitchen <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What you see in the pic 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with:</strong> Gwen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gwen, Delaney, whoever else in in the makeup room<br><hr><br>James felt a pit of shame in his stomach at her words, again she managed to see through him rather easily, It wasn't that he didn't want to, aside from the fact that they hardly knew each other, he couldn't help feeling like he was betraying his dearly departed wife, even though she would probably be happy to see him moving on. James didn't linger too long however, and made his way towards the villa bedroom and quietly, as others were already asleep and he didn't want to bother them, slid into bed besides Gwen, and subconsciously sliding his arm around her as he fell asleep.<br><br>~~~~~~~~~<br><br>The next morning he woke at feeling Gwen slip out of bed, turning sleepily to face her he got a bit of an eyeful, before his sleep addled brain kicked in and he turned away to give her a modicum of modesty, even if she seemingly didn't care much given that she was changing out in the open. "Good morning." He murmured softly, and while Gwen bounced off to take her shower, he noticed the phone that the producers had given him flashing with an unopened text, reading it he frowned slightly. "Hope everything's all right." he said to himself absent-mindedly, and then went off for his own shower when he noticed Gwen return, coming back out wearing simply a swimsuit with no shirt. Poking his head into the make-up corner he spoke up "can i fix you ladies up some coffee when i go down or will you be a bit still?" and once he recieved their responses heading down to the kitchen 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-08-2019, 23:43:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://em.wattpad.com/75daf37dc42a40fd832b7dec84c246eb0a430ec8/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6a566f4f4c4d307a68625f352d773d3d2d3138333330313834342e313435363937303763646363376431372e706e67)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same tank in picture, and fitted blue jeans with these sandals (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0069/7692/products/Hari_Mari_Parks_Men_Sandals_Gray_Navy_01.jpg?v=1524688687)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Rhonda</em> | Open<br><br><hr><br>“It’s a good thing that there are no judges here then, innit?” Logan lightheartedly replied back, chuckling. His brows raised when she pointed her chip at him. He mockingly leaned in as if he were about to take a bite out of it, but she pulled it away just in time. Her remarks about Christmas only made Logan miss it a little more. “We should do a Christmas in July, or something.” Logan mentioned, just speaking his thoughts aloud. Because, why not?<br><br>He laughed when Rhonda called him a cheater, her voice amplifying to the point that she was bound to garner the attention of others in the process. “But I want to hear yours first.” He shrugged, as if that was cause for breaking the rules. “Besides, it’s not an official game is it?” He acted like he was about to fall over when she shoved his shoulder, dramatically angling backward and flailing his arms as if he were about to fall backward. <br><br>Fixing himself and sitting the right way again, Logan paid attention to Rhonda’s answer as she delved into talking about… Mexican food and murder? He made a face and then shook his head, as if to advise her not to question things like that where the producers were still monitoring their every move. Before they knew it, this reality TV show they were on could take a serious turn. <br><br>She mentioned a fair where there would be little snacks and games and rides and the like. He nodded as she described it. “Right, right. That would be a good date,” he agreed. Then she mentioned that date nights shouldn’t be the same old boring thing. “Definitely,” he nodded again. “It’d be fun to do something new together. Like, something that neither of you have done before, but you sign up to do it together. Doesn’t have to be wild like hangliding, maybe just a cooking class.” He shrugged.<br><br>“Well I guess that pretty much is my answer to the same question,” he laughed. Rhonda asked her next question and then even went to the liberty of answering to allow him a bit of time to ponder. Her story made him laugh, despite not being able to relate. He’d have to be fluent in another language first. And he simply wasn’t. “Reminds me of in the Sims when you can choose to insult someone by implying their mother’s a llama.” He kept chuckling a bit longer.<br><br>“Erm, for me I think it went back to this one time on an interview for a job at a local newspaper. I told myself it was the best job any writer could ask for so I really hyped myself up for it, you know? Anyway, so the guy asked me to give me three words that described *Logan.*” He deepened his voice when he said his own name, like the interviewer had done, as if announcing something noteworthy. <br><br>“So I said: Well, I’m a man… And my name is Logan… And I’m a writer.” He chuckled, shaking his head already. “The guy didn’t explain any better but asked me again for three words that described me. I was baffled, thinking the choices I picked were okay. So I carried on and said that I was an award winning writer. He asked which awards I’ve won.” Logan leaned in to Rhonda, sharing a secret. “I’ve won none.” He leaned away again, chuckling. “So, I made up a name and accused me of taking the piss.” <br><br>He sighed at that memory. “I decided then that freelance was better, anyway.” Logan flashed Rhonda a smile before finishing the sides on his plate. “Right, so, who was your first choice?” He knew he was probably asking a tricky question, but he genuinely was curious. “I mean if every single guy stepped up for you, who would you have picked to couple up with first?” He cocked his head. “You already saw who I stepped up for, so I s’pose you know my answer to this question already.” He stuck his tongue out at her for a second, then smirked. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 02:53:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SaFOou4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Morning prior to dates.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Dressing Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White towel<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gwen, Cleo | Open <br><hr><br>Delaney was using her predisposition for efficiency to best effect. As she allowed the moisturizer to soak in she made quick use of her hair dryer just long enough to smooth things out. Her choice of a ponytail, however elegantly it was executed, was in the interest of a polished look without a huge time investment. <br><br>As Cleo entered the dressing room Delaney hastily swept her hair back and secured it with an elastic, two or three bobby pins held casually between her lips as she murmured an enthusiastic “Hello” in return. <br><br>Her fingers worked a strand of hair into place to hide the tie and though she was still looking in the mirror and busy pinning she seemed happy to continue the conversation. <br><br>“Cleo, is it?” she glanced quickly from the mirror to her fellow islander and smiled.&nbsp; “I’m Delaney, it’s nice to meet you officially.”<br><br>The third bobby pin in place she carefully twisted a few hot rollers into her ponytail.<br><br>“Well, I didn’t share a bed so that wasn’t awkward...but it was a little toasty out on the patio. Not in a nice way...” she laughed softly and offered a casual shrug. <br><br>“Sometimes I’ll do full coverage if I need a particularly glamorous look, but I feel like it’s going to be too hot here to do it often.” <br><br>It was already hot enough to resist the idea of makeup altogether, though Cleo seemed to know what she was up to. Delaney looked past the mirror long enough to consider an honest opinion before offering it up. <br><br>“I think you look lovely, Cleo. No false eyelashes necessary. Besides, I bet they would have been an utter pain in the ass with the weather as hot and sticky as it is. What do you think?”<br><br>She was smoothing a few flyaways as Gwen entered and offered her the same warm smile and welcome she had Cleo.<br><br>“Good morning, Gwen. It’s nice to meet you.” <br><br>The dates. That’s where it all came crashing down, wasn’t it?&nbsp; It wasn’t as though she had malicious intent, but ruining someone else’s day was just a natural result of her arrival. Her smile took on an almost sheepish slant. <br><br>“Logan, a new arrival named Thalia, and Owen.” <br><br>Delaney rummaged through a small makeup bag and grabbed some tinted sunscreen before squeezing a generous amount onto her fingertips.<br><br>“So Cleo you’re couples with Devon..and Gwen, you’re with James...is that right?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 03:03:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/84/Corey-Pajamas.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathroom -&gt; Bed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace<br><br><hr>After leaving Grace out by the pool, Corey made a quick dash inside, grabbing his toiletries as well as his sleeping clothes...hold on, where were his sleeping clothes?!&nbsp; Digging through his stuff, Croey became more and more frantic, unable to find the pair of comfortable cotton shorts and baggy t-shirt he had packed to sleep in.&nbsp; Finally, at the very bottom of his things, Corey found a plastic bag with a handwritten note.&nbsp; <strong>Know what rubbish you are in bed, these should help A TON! Signed, The Boys.</strong>&nbsp; “Those fuckers…” Corey whispered, remembering the barely contained grins on their ugly mugs as he packed, and later as they handed him out his bags.&nbsp; Clearly a switch had been made.<br><br>Unwrapping the tied bag, Corey groaned aloud, even though he knew to be expecting something terrible.&nbsp; “Oh, they’ll be having a right laugh over this.”&nbsp; He sighed, spotting the bright pink Hello Kitty pants and the four-sizes-too-big novelty T-shirt.&nbsp; &nbsp;At this point, Corey knew he had two choices, hide the prank, or roll with it.&nbsp; Which would look better on him?&nbsp; Rolling with it probably, and it would give him something to rail against in the diary room.&nbsp; With that decided, Corey grabbed everything and headed for the bathroom.&nbsp; Once there, he set down his things, turned one of the showers to a temp that could best be described as “comfortably steamy”, and jumped in.<br><br>Taking his time in the shower, Corey made very sure he got every inched soaped and scrubbed.&nbsp; He was going to be sleeping in a new bed with a new girl for the first time in forever, for who knew how many nights, so first impressions here could NOT be more important.&nbsp; Washing his hair for the second time this shower, Corey wanted to make sure he left those sheets damn near as fresh as he found them, let alone making sure he smelled like something out of a catalog.&nbsp; There were a lot of reasons he figured he could get voted off, but he wouldn’t have uncleanliness be among them.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As he was rinsing off, Corey heard someone outside, but knowing this was going to be a common occurrence, he made himself ignore it, until he heard Grace’s silky tones flying through the steam.&nbsp; <em>Don’t keep her waiting.</em> His mind repeated.&nbsp; <em>In bed.&nbsp; Don’t keep Grace waiting IN BED.</em>&nbsp; Standing there wide eyed, thoughts ran through Corey’s mind that required him to turn the shower temp down a good number of degrees before he was ready to get out.&nbsp; This could be harder than he thought…(<em>Heh</em>)<br><br>Slipping into his <strong>prank pajamas (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/84/Corey-Pajamas.jpeg)</strong>, and hoping that they came off as ‘delightfully quirky’ instead of ‘clearly a madman’, Corey shuffled his way out of the bathroom and into the communal bedroom before drawing to a halt at the sight of Grace sitting up in bed.&nbsp; Of course she looked a perfect vision in her stark white camisole top, while he looked like a refugee at best.&nbsp; Sighing internally, Corey made his way over to their bed, making damn sure to keep his eyes above the neckline as he did (no easy feat).<br><br>“Ah well, I hope you didn’t have to wait too long.” He grinned, trying for a bit of levity. Speaking of.&nbsp; “Sorry about the get-up.&nbsp; Apparently my mates thought it would be a hoot to swap out some of my clothes.”&nbsp; Reaching for the covers, Corey nearly started peeling them back when a thought struck him.&nbsp; Maybe Grace wasn’t quite ready to REALLY share.&nbsp; “I could sleep on top of the covers, if it would make you more comfortable tonight.&nbsp; Lord knows I’ve enough on.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 03:19:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/322888378/original.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom(s) ---&gt; Villa Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Samantha | OPEN<br><br><hr><br><br>Floating along at the side of the pool, Corey took slow careful sips of his cold brew as he lightly bobbed, glad for both the caffeine intake and the nearly full nights sleep he got since they kept him from dozing off in the sun.&nbsp; Of course, some music might have made things better, even if it was just some earphones in, but the sounds of nature were enough, he supposed, although it did give him enough peace to start wondering how good Grace’s date with tattooed JJ was going.<br><br>Taking another sip, Corey determined not to worry about that.&nbsp; There wasn’t anything he could do about it after all, and besides, if he was going to get kicked off, he might as well enjoy what time he had to the fullest.&nbsp; Not that Grace had SEEMED the kind to jump ship, but it wasn’t like he had done much of an impressive job himself yet.&nbsp; Realizing he was starting to think about it all again, Corey was interrupted by the sound of a female voice coming across the pool.<br><br>At first, Corey wasn’t going to open his eyes, assuming that ‘hot stuff’ couldn't have been meant for him, but when he indeed shielded his eyes from the sun he spotted Sam the dark haired girl from last night, the one who had called him a cutie.&nbsp; Smiling and blushing only slightly (and hoping the sun hide it), Corey turned his float a little more so he was facing her more directly, although that only brought her bikini into view even more, which threatened to make his blush deeped.&nbsp; It looked like the guys weren’t the only ones who’d be traipsing around in swim clothes.<br><br>“Morning Sam.”&nbsp; Corey nodded, lifting his head off of the float.&nbsp; “The water’s great.&nbsp; You should definitely give it a go.&nbsp; And there are more floats in the shed, if you are looking.&nbsp; Seems more my kind of morning than working out.&nbsp; Holiday and all, right?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 04:12:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/98/71/68/98716823a11ce8d6d0088acf526b00ff.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Mid Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa; Diary Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/5G5A5240.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://cdn.images.dailystar.co.uk/dynamic/117/photos/361000/620x/love-island-couples-619195.jpg)</div>After her date finished a little early, Grace was driven back to the villa in one of their legendary Jeeps. She was encouraged by a female crew member with her hair in a tight bun at the crown of her head, to go to the diary room and share her thoughts about the breakfast date she had just been on. <br><br>So, fresh from the beach, Grace headed inside the villa. Not seeing anyone in the living room, she quickly made a dash for the diary room door, knocking on it a couple of times before trying the handle. It was unoccupied. She stepped in, closed the door behind her and locked it. Stepping further in, she sat herself down on the comfy chair decorated with pillows, and sighed.<br><br>Grace pulled her sunglasses off and delicately placed them against her head, like a headband. “So, I was just on a date with JJ.” She was talking to a camera, which wasn’t entirely foreign to her, and the only reason she seemed remotely comfortable. “Who flat out told me that he’s only here for fun.” Grace held her hands up and did the finger quotes on both hands. “Fun.” She eyed the camera. “You know what that means when a guy like him says that.” <br><br>She scoffed a bit, folding one leg over the other and bending forward. “He seemed nice enough, truly he did. But I’ve just got this feeling about him. Like, he’s just playing a massive game. He’s trying to seem like the misunderstood guy who’s actually a good guy disguised as a bad guy. Or something.” <br><br>Grace frowned a little bit. “I don’t like speaking badly about him, I just…” She paused, shaking her head. “He tried to convince me that I’m wrong about him. And I just don’t think I am.” Her shoulders shrugged. She bit her lower lip, thinking about how he mentioned Corey. “Anyway, I’d best go and find Corey so he knows he’s got nothing to worry about.” Grace waved to the camera and dashed out. <br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 07:06:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SuE32Mj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Montreal, Quebec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 - Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (https://i.imgur.com/ZbaqeGj.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan, mentions Devon | Open<br><br><hr><br>Rhonda beamed at the idea of Christmas in July. She'd do Christmas everyday if she could. Maybe the music can stay in December, though. "That'd be so much fun! I don't know if I want to be gift exchanging with everyone here, though. I think that one guy in the leather jacket would give me a dead pigeon and then flash the horns or something. I'd get him a tropical shirt." She tilted her head slightly to one side, looking over Logan as she thought for a moment about what she'd get him. A nice pair of warm socks, she decided, though she didn't say it out loud.<br><br>Mexican food and murder, aside from sounding like an interesting crime drama, caused Logan to contort his lovely features to convey disapproval. She wondered if she was offside in anything that she had said. Nothing came to mind at the start, though as she spoke about her ideal date and he acknowledged every statement positively, she caught sight of the microphone that was hanging off of him. She briefly looked down at her own when the thought crossed her mind that TV producers probably wouldn't like her inferring that this was going to end awfully. That wouldn't make the final cut, right? <br><br>As Logan went on about what he would consider an ideal date, Rhonda listened with an elbow on the table and her chin rested on her palm. Her self-proclaimed boring brown eyes never left his captivating blues as he spoke about doing something new with someone as a date. She nodded in agreement, though it seemed to last a little longer than it should have for what he had said. Her mind was changed about her Christmas gift for him. A cookbook would definitely be better than a warm pair of socks. Maybe he'd get both if he was on the nice list.<br><br>A small laugh left Rhonda's lips when Logan referenced the Sims. "Oh, wow! I haven't played that game in years. I've always played nice with my sims and never made enemies, so I didn't even know you could call someone's mama a llama." She giggled again as she thought about how she'd spend hours just remaking herself in the game just to have the sim do things she'd never do. Days upon days of just reading books to learn how to make a rocket ship? Workout constantly to keep the trimmest figure? Go fishing? Okay, Sim Rhonda. Settle down.<br><br>Logan brought them both back to the villa backyard by answering her latest question in their game. She continued to listen from her perch on the table, nodding along to his story wordlessly to let him know that she was being attentive. His announcer voice and the mention of three words reminded Rhonda about their own interview for this show. She recalled her own three words for each of the three scenarios during the process, then wondered what his were. She'd get there.<br><br>During his storytelling, Logan leaned into her. Rhonda instinctively tensed up, thinking that he was taking a break from his recollection by sneaking in a kiss. She wouldn't have minded in the slightest if he had, though her idea of their first one wasn't within the first hour of meeting. Who does that? He instead confessed his empty trophy cabinet and retreated back into his seat. Rhonda laughed then, in part at the conclusion of the story but mostly just to forget about her strange moment of anxiety. Thinking more on the potential Christmas present helped. It was now a cookbook with more words and stories than pictures.<br><br>"My first choice...?" Rhonda said as she thought about how to best answer Logan's newest question. It didn't really occur to her that she did have it easier by choosing one of two people that stepped forward for her. Logan had to step forward for anyone he felt he had a connection with, physically, within the first sighting of them. He even had to do it twice having not been chosen the first time! From where the two of them were sat, Rhonda shifted in her chair so that she could look over the villa's backyard. Her gaze shifted from one couple to the next, not spending very much time on each as she briefly considered who else she would step forward for in the group of men. "You're going to hate this answer, because you won't believe me, but I think it was always going to be you, Logan." Rhonda turned in her seat again to look over the better half of Rhogan. "Going by just looks, everyone had a bit of something different. Your different is my kind of different." It made sense to her.<br><br>Rhonda's attention was drawn away from Logan for a moment. Her neck craned from where she sat to look over the couples to see where they were at for the first night. Some were still eating, a couple was even swimming, and a number of them were oddly unaccounted for. Did they go to bed? Rhonda was perfectly content sitting here with Logan, though would gladly follow his lead if he thought otherwise. "Hmm... Okay, Mr. Writer, who is your favourite author?" She smiled at him, pleased as punch to incorporate his story into her next question, though she played herself a little bit. She wasn't the biggest reader out there. "I'll be honest! I don't get the chance to read very often. The last thing I read was a book called <em>A Man Called Ove</em>. I don't even remember the author and I read it for school... Wow, what a great question, Rhonda!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 13:09:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/97/Imageedit_4_6199727181.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard | Bathroom | Bed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dress in picture and these shoes (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1u5ptcL1TBuNjy0Fjq6yjyXXa7/2019-cute-women-open-toe-high-heels-party-shoes-summer-gladiator-sandals-pink-sandals-wedding-shoes.jpg_640x640.jpg) | Pajamas (https://i.pinimg.com/474x/26/cb/3e/26cb3e2d5cffc2c1e07115211892eae7.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Corey</em> | Open<br><br><hr><br>Grace smiled down at her Love Island phone, reminding herself to take more pictures of Corey, or with Corey. She tilted her head to the side, bringing her hand up to her neckline absently only to feel the microphone necklace she had been given. That was going to take some getting used to. Especially sleeping in it. Then again, as she pulled on it lightly, the necklace felt quite flexible. Maybe it wouldn’t be uncomfortable to sleep in.<br><br>While she continued to ponder, she noticed someone approaching from the corner of her eye. Looking up at him, she smiled to discover it was Corey. His pajamas were a… slightly less pleasant sight. But, when she spotted the pants, she gasped, then started to laugh. Grace pointed at them, then looked back to Corey’s face. “I think I used to own those exact same pajama bottoms!” She giggled again.<br><br>She almost missed it when he said he hoped she wasn’t kept waiting for too long. Then again, considering his outfit, it was hard to focus on much else. He explained that his mates planted some surprise clothes in his luggage for him and Grace laughed again, quietly. “You’re brave to have your mates anywhere near your luggage.” Corey started to peel back the covers but hesitated, making Grace perk a brow.<br><br>His offer to sleep on top of the covers was adorable, and for a moment, all she could do was smile. Grace shook her head and leaned over, pulling the covers down for him. “Don’t be daft. This bed is plenty big enough for the two of us.” At his mention of having enough on, she was reminded about her own outfit. “Oh, right. Time to lose my robe.” Why she hadn’t taken it off before he arrived was not certain. <br><br>While Corey climbed into bed, Grace shifted onto her knees, pulling her robe hem up and away from her legs, before rolling her shoulders back to allow the silky sleeves to fall from them. The garment pooled behind her in a shiny, rumpled pile. She turned over her shoulder to check and see if Corey was checking out her ass, smiling to herself as she gathered the robe up and carefully hung it off the corner of the headboard.<br><br>Shifting back down the bed again, Grace fluffed up the pillow behind her and adjusted the blankets to lay over her just so. “Do you mind if I end the evening in the same way that we started it, together?” Grace paused for Corey’s reply, biting her lower lip. Then she leaned into him slowly and kissed his left cheek, remaining close to his face as she slowly moved her head to tilt to the other side of his face, to kiss his right cheek. <br><br>She smiled at him, almost bashfully, pausing for what felt like a long moment to give him the chance to kiss her goodnight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 13:48:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://em.wattpad.com/75daf37dc42a40fd832b7dec84c246eb0a430ec8/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6a566f4f4c4d307a68625f352d773d3d2d3138333330313834342e313435363937303763646363376431372e706e67)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same tank in picture, and fitted blue jeans with these sandals (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0069/7692/products/Hari_Mari_Parks_Men_Sandals_Gray_Navy_01.jpg?v=1524688687)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Rhonda</em> | Open<br><br><hr><br>He had to admit that the idea of an early Christmas was beyond appealing. Then again, it wouldn’t feel the same without his family. Or his mum’s cooking. But, maybe it’d still be passable. Rhonda certainly seemed to think it sounded fun. Though, when she brought up presents - first he laughed at the comment about the guy in leather - Logan had to wonder if they’d be allowed an opportunity to go and spend money to buy gifts for one another. <br><br>“To be fair, I think everyone would be happy with a tropical shirt. Tis the season!” He added with a wide grin. When he considered what it was that he would get for Rhonda, he paused. His first thought was some sort of perfume or jewelry but honestly, he had no idea what her tastes were. What if he wound up buying her something that she absolutely hated? Maybe a scarf was better? Or was that an utterly lame gift?<br><br>“Really?” Logan was dumbfounded to hear that Rhonda hadn’t played the Sims in a long while. “They keep adding more and more things to it like they want to become the be-all-end-all of PC games.” He tried to remind himself to reel it in before he came off a bit too nerdy. “But, you can’t only make your Sims good and friendly, sometimes you have to throw a wrench in there, too.” He chuckled as he thought back to creating characters for the game. <br><br>Their conversation worked back to the matter at hand and Rhonda had to answer the question as to who had most caught her eye. If the tables had been turned and she was the one told to step forward for the guy or guys she wanted to pair up with. He looked at her expectantly, almost trying to silently convey that he knew he’d hear someone else's name and that was fine. Rhonda looked around at the other guys, as if she had to remember them to answer. <br><br>Logan couldn’t help thinking that meant there was no one else there who had really stood out to her. And then Rhonda said that it was just him, because he was her kind of different. Logan wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, but he thought he had a general idea, and he liked how it sounded. He grinned down at her. “Right, you’re just saying that to win points with me,” he teased, obviously not being serious about it. <br><br>Rhonda had looked away for a moment, eyeing up the other couples, it seemed. Some of them had already dispersed from the backyard altogether. It was that realization which made him wonder if it was getting late. He had to admit he was feeling rather tired between the flight and the trip. Logan laughed at Rhonda’s next question, specifically at how she chided herself for it. “I’ll be honest, and maybe this is a big faux-pas for us writers, but I’m not a big reader either.” <br><br>He shrugged his shoulders. “I buy books constantly, I just don’t seem to make the time to sit down and read them all. That being said, though he’s a right bellend, I do call myself a fan of George R. R. Martin.” Logan wasn’t sure if Rhonda knew who that was. Many people didn’t before the HBO show came out. “He wrote Game of Thrones.” Logan smirked at Rhonda. “Anyway, I always make it a goal of mine, every year, to read more.” He shrugged. “For some reason it’s difficult, though. I s’pose I’d rather write than read.” <br><br>Logan shrugged again, taking his final swig of water. “Are you feeling like it’s time to be off for Bedfordshire?” Just in case the translation was lost, he laughed quietly and corrected himself. “Er, off to bed for the night?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 16:00:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/9f6e3a3678c2b7e076a2764cbc8a5f8c/tumblr_nedvcfUwaI1redzfao8_r1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa; Living Room | Outdoor Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit plus hat (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/58/21/31/58213160dd903a855985962195a515ab--prince-charming-mens-fashion.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Open<br><br><hr><br>After his date with Delaney, Logan was conflicted. On one hand, he felt like he was driven home on a floating cloud, knowing that he was attracted to her and her natural beauty. But he had to admit that he was feeling a little hesitant about her because she kept quite conservative and mysterious on the date. Perhaps that was just what she did to entice guys. But Logan wasn’t one of those who went chasing after women who he knew nothing about because it was thrilling. He liked knowing.<br><br>And that brought him to the other hand, which held a tight grip on Rhonda, the woman who he was sharing a bed with in the villa. She was gorgeous and they had an amazing back and forth chemistry. But was it just friendship or was there more to it? His heart sank when he remembered what she had said the other night, that he was really the only guy she had set her sights on. The idea of choosing Delaney over Rhonda at the recoupling ceremony made him frown. He didn’t want to leave Rhonda all alone. <br><br>When he was dropped at the front of the villa, Logan hopped out of the Jeep and walked up the walkway, then pushed the door open. Standing there in the living room was a viking of a person, wearing a complete and rather spiffy suit. Logan wondered if he was in the wrong place for a minute, walking up to him and stopping just beside him to see what he was looking at. The villa’s sliding glass door, which led to the backyard, undoubtedly. “Just beyond these doors is a paradise the likes of which you’ve never seen before.”<br><br>He then turned and placed a hand on the viking dude’s shoulder. “But be warned. Even in paradise, there is turmoil. Make all of your choices wisely.” Logan released his shoulder and gave the stranger a sage nod. “You a new arrival today? Wow, they’re really sending loads of people in, aren't they? Well, I’m Logan.” He held his hand out to the side to give him a slick shake. “I was just about to go and fetch some lunch. You wanna eat? Come on.” Logan led him onward, opening the sliding glass door for him and closing it behind.<br><br>He quickly led the new guy to the kitchen, but he was also looking around for any sign of Rhonda at the same time. He knew he’d need to have a chinwag with her about the events of the date. But first, he needed to eat again. Maybe he wasn’t even hungry and it was just a diversion tactic. Who knew! But, Logan pulled the fridge door open just the same and started searching inside for something to munch on. “So, what’s the plan? Do you get to go on dates as well, then?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 17:12:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Imageedit_2_3249261364.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Mid Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa; Backyard pool <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini in picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey ... and Samantha?<br><br><hr><br>When Grace finished up in the diary room, she peeked outside through the sliding glass door and promptly noticed Corey on a floaty in the water. Smirking, she quickly turned, then dashed up the stairs and went to her suitcase, pulling out the first bikini she could find. It was definitely time to work on her tan and maybe even take a bit of a dip in that brilliant pool. All while speaking with Corey, of course. <br>&nbsp;<br>Once she was changed and ready, Grace checked her face in the mirror and fluffed up her wavy platinum locks, then made her way outside, barefoot. She closed the door behind her and stepped outside, smiling at the way that the sun caused the crystal blue water to glisten and glitter. She walked closer, then noticed that Samantha and Corey were having a chat about floaty devices or something.<br><br>Grace simply flashed Samantha a bit of a smile, though it may have been slightly forced, knelt beside the edge of the pool and leaned over it to reach out for Corey’s cactus floaty. “I hope that this floaty wasn’t picked by design because you’re feeling rather prickly about my date this morning.” She was still leaned over and reaching out for his hand, intent on pulling him to the edge so that they could speak. <br><br>“I was hoping to talk to you about it, actually.” She kept on smiling as she shifted to sit on the edge and bring her legs over it, only to then slowly submerge her long, lean legs, into the cool water. “Ahh,” she sighed out in contentment, then gently slid down, her feet finding the bottom of the shallow side. She steered Corey’s float a little closer and hung onto one of its ends, her tip toes flexed beneath her. <br><br>“It was… not a connection.” Her head shook side to side. “And it helped me to realize that I… Well, I was really chuffed to get back here and see you again.” She confessed, her voice hushed enough for only Corey to hear. “Did you miss me?” She asked, half teasing, but also half expecting an actual answer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 18:00:57</strong>
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				<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> 1 July, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard | Smoking Pit | Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shucking the clothes and going swimming in plaid boxers<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cleo | Open<br><br><hr><br>It was almost like one of those cheesy Matrix-inspired moments in a film, where the camera suddenly slowed down and someone seemed to hang in the air. Cleo had hollered and leaped forward, smiling at him as she flew through the air before landing into the pool. With a great splash she had christened the pool, first to enjoy its cool depths. Devon couldn't help but laugh, standing up to watch as she surfaced from the water.<br><br><strong>"Wow you're like super slow! Come on!"</strong> He shrugged, already peeling his jacket from his arms. Unfortunately he'd have to take the extra time to kick his boots off, but he'd gotten so used to such footwear that he had them off almost as swiftly as someone kicking off their sneakers. Setting the footwear aside, he followed it by peeling away his socks, and then lifting the shirt above his head to reveal a flat stomach. He didn't look as super-powered as Red's chosen date, no, but he certainly looked fit enough to step into, say, a wrasslin' ring. Maybe not to be one of the biggest names in the industry, but certainly capable of holding his own. Y'know, were he actually acrobatic enough for the sport. His sleeve tattoos were revealed for the first time, however. He then worked the buckle of his belt, loosening it enough so that he could push his jeans down and leave him in a simple pair of plaid boxers. The closest to a kilt he had on this show, and fortunately the sort with a button to fasten the front fly, prevent any accidental male wardrobe malfunctions.<br><br>He'd have just gone in naked if the rules permitted it, but the producers were very clear about the prohibition of skinny-dipping.<br><br>He got ready to take a run in himself, when Cleo interrupted.<br><br><strong>"Don't forget my drink!"</strong><br><br>Devon knelt down, grasping his beer and her colorful beverage, bringing them both towards the pool's edge where they'd be within arm's reach. A thought then occurred to him, and a smile spread across his face.<br><br>"Alright, back up a bit, I wanna try something," he said. He stepped away from the drinks, and further away from Red and Muscles in turn, as he turned his back to the pool. "I haven't done a back flip in a few years, so I <em>might</em> screw this up." He took a breath, bending his knees a couple of times, trying to get a memory of the feel of it. If he did this right, he'd be able to do something like a backwards cannonball into the water and it would look... uh, well maybe not cool, but... whatever. Bending his knees, he jumped, kicking backwards, spinning in the air, and...<br><br>...it did <em>not</em> go well...<br><br>Devon landed flat on his stomach, belly-flopping into the pool with a loud <em>CLAP!</em> to the water. For a moment he remained on the surface before sinking beneath, his arms immediately going for his gut. Yet even under water he laughed, the bubbles of air surfacing as he rubbed at the now stinging flesh. After a few moments of the sharp sensation reverberating like a bell, he tossed his head forward, bringing all his hair in front of him, so that when he surfaced he could whip his head back, hair flying behind his head and sending a shower of chlorinated water out of the pool behind him.<br><br>"Okay, so that was totally lame," he laughed. He then sought out a camera, pointing to it. "I hope you bastards back at the bar enjoy that!" His mouth was spread in a wide grin, though, as he then swam closer to Cleo. "So whaddya think? How'd I score? A zero? A one? A six from the Romanian judge?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 18:39:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/9f6e3a3678c2b7e076a2764cbc8a5f8c/tumblr_nedvcfUwaI1redzfao8_r1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa; Living Room | Outdoor Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit plus hat (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/58/21/31/58213160dd903a855985962195a515ab--prince-charming-mens-fashion.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Open<br><br><hr><br>Mark was the viking dude’s name. Logan tried to remember that, even though he looked nothing like a “Mark.” He wasn’t getting any vibes off of the dude, but Logan wasn’t a prat either, he knew that these new arrivals were trying to break couples up, whether they’d admit it or not. Maybe that wasn’t even their intention, but it was the nature of the game, wasn’t it?<br><br>He sighed at the fridge when he came up rather empty. Moving on to the pantry, he felt around for the handle because it was all hidden under vines very well, and tugged it open. “So this is where all the junk is!” He grinned ear to ear, immediately reaching for a bag of chips. He tore it open and set it on the counter, then returned to the fridge to pull out a small bowl of salsa. <br><br>“It’s not too early for chips and salsa, right? Erm, don’t answer that.” Logan leaned against one of the pillars nearest to the counter. When Mark mentioned that he’d been asked to come in earlier than expected, Logan remembered the text they had all gotten that morning, alerting them all that two of the existing islanders had been removed. <br><br>He nodded at that news, figuring that made sense, but not really wanting to open his gob while he was chewing to say so. Logan nodded again when Mark mentioned that the villa was nice. Well, he could attest to that. When Mark responded to the date question it made sense that he wasn’t going for chips too. <br><br>“Well, I can point the girls out to you, if you like. I’m sure you’ve seen everybody’s interview questions already, right? Unless you have an eidetic memory I doubt you remember anyone’s name, though. So, who struck your fancy based on their answers?” Logan’s brows perked when he realized that Mark would be going on his first date in about an hour. “They’re really tossing you into the deep end, huh?” <br><br>Logan scooped another chip into the salsa and began looking around the backyard at who was already there. Mark made a quip about how three dates was a lot more than he was used to, which made Logan laugh. He waited until he was done with his food though, thankfully. “Hard to believe, bro. The only way that’s true is if you’re too busy eating trays of lunch meat and lifting barbells over your head all day.” He was obviously joking, but made it more clear by chuckling lightheartedly. <br><br>“Anyway, girls! What’s your type? Or who d’you already fancy?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 23:43:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/322888378/original.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom(s) ---&gt; Villa Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Samantha &amp; Grace | OPEN<br><br><hr><br>As if seeing Samantha in a whole new light, and a lot less clothing, wasn’t enough of a surprise for Corey to suddenly be thankful for the cooling effects of the pool water surrounding him, he had the sudden vision of Grace appearing in out of the Villa in a colorful bikini of her own, and he almost had to roll off into the water for decency sake.&nbsp; <em>Wow…</em> Corey thought, his gaze flashing between the two before being glued to his I.G.&nbsp; (Island Girlfriend) as she drew closer and closer.&nbsp; <em>When was the last time I was in the company of two girls like these in bikinis, let alone with both of them talking to me?</em>&nbsp; Corey had heard of the magic of television, but he hadn’t though it worked like this, or at least this well!<br><br>Simply holding where he was, Corey watched as Grace drew close enough to kneel at the poolside, her hand grabbing at his and pulling closer before he even had the thought to paddle that way.&nbsp; From this closer vantage point, Corey could not at all help himself from gazing along the length of Grace’s toned legs, and his stomach tightened at his weakness revealed from such as short distance.&nbsp; When the platinum haired beauty dipped down into the pool, Corey glanced over to see if Sam was going to take a dip as well, before turning back as Grace spoke in a hushed whisper.<br><br>“Well, maybe it fit my mood a <em>little</em>” Corey confessed, a wry smile forming across his lips.&nbsp; “That being said, you should see the one I tossed aside.”&nbsp; Lifting his head as best as he could without flipping the float and splashing them both, Corey could feel his grin growing even wider.&nbsp; “No connection, eh?&nbsp; Well, I can’t say I am sad to hear that.&nbsp; And I am bloody chuffed you are back as well.”&nbsp; He nodded sincerely.&nbsp; “Although you did say you’ve been dating the wrong guys, and that bloke had trouble written all over him.&nbsp; Possibly literally.”<br><br>Turning on the float, Corey very nearly went off and clutched on with dear life before deciding that he best just stay still.&nbsp; “Miss you?&nbsp; Well, it was pretty hard not to.&nbsp; After all, I didn’t REALLY come here to wake up alone.&nbsp; And that was even before I saw how you looked in a bikini.”&nbsp; He finished, flushing a bit at his own attempt at flirting.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 00:02:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/84/Corey-Pajamas.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathroom -&gt; Bed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace<br><br><hr>Wincing as she very understandably laughed at his outfit, Corey put on his best attempt at a grin at the humor of it all, all the while planning on dropping this ensemble right into the nearest campfire on the morrow.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still, for all he looked like a fool, it had made Grace laugh, and he had already decided that this was a goal he could go to great lengths to achieve.&nbsp; After all, girls always said they wanteds a guy that made them laugh, and here on Washboard Ab Island, he needed to find every advantage he could get!&nbsp; “Well, I didn’t know what they were about, or I’d have stopped them and bloodied their noses for them.&nbsp; Sending me off looking like this!&nbsp; Good thing you like a laugh!”<br><br>When Grace peeled back the blankets for him, scoffing at his offer to sleep above the covers (the producers would have likely killed him for that), Corey forgot all about talking for a moment as the rest of Grace’s pajamas were revealed, especially as she shifted onto her knees to remove her robe.&nbsp; Losing the battle completely to keep his eyes above board, Corey was one hundred percent busted looking at Grace’s ass and the way that her pink shorts perfectly framed it.&nbsp; Luckily for him, in a way, he stared so long that he didn’t even know he had been caught, his stare breaking at last when Grace moved to lay down again.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Climbing into bed quickly, Corey pulled the covers up to his chest immediately, looking right into Grace’s eyes as she asked about ending their night the way that it started.&nbsp; Nodding slowly instead of trusting himself to speak, Corey let his eyes close slightly as Grace leaned in to kiss each of his cheeks.&nbsp; Opening his eyes as he felt her pulling slightly away, Corey found them hovering face to face, just inches away, and before he could think to stop himself, he leaned in the rest of the way, lightly kissing Grace square on the lips.<br><br>Letting that kiss linger for just a few seconds, although it felt like a LOT more, Corey finally pulled back slightly, his face starting to go crimson at his boldness, although he was beaming a smile at the same time.&nbsp; “Ummm...well...Good night, Grace.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 00:05:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/9f6e3a3678c2b7e076a2764cbc8a5f8c/tumblr_nedvcfUwaI1redzfao8_r1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa; Living Room | Outdoor Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit plus hat (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/58/21/31/58213160dd903a855985962195a515ab--prince-charming-mens-fashion.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Open<br><br><hr><br>Logan nodded in a familiar way at Mark’s glance down at his naked watch. He’d done that on his own a fair number of times. He gave a thumbs up and grabbed another chip. At this rate he’d probably devour the whole bag. He hoped that wouldn’t greatly offend anyone, or anger the crew.<br><br>Mark chimed in after a minute, never revealing any of the names or any descriptions of the girls he was interested in. Or guys - Logan wasn’t judging. Logan was chewing, finished, and simply watched Mark as he continued talking. His brows furrowed a little bit. “What are you on about?” He finally asked. <br><br>“I know, mate. It’s nothing personal, it’s the… show.” He shrugged his shoulders. In the end, they had all signed up for the same thing, right? “Everyone deserves a shot at love, or whatever they say on the promos.” Logan might take some things to heart, but in this particular sort of game, he had to remind himself that he couldn’t do that.<br><br>Mark revealed he didn’t want to upset anyone by choosing a girl someone else was interested in - specifically singling him out. “Right. Well, you’re bound to pick someone that one of us is interested in,” he chuckled. Logan noted how Mark looked over his shoulder at the newly arrived Grace, who was now wearing a bikini. He wondered if Rhonda had packed bikinis or one pieces. <br><br>Mark stressed he wanted to do this thing right and Logan made an unperturbed face back at him. “Makes sense to me.” Logan ate another chip then pointed casually at Grace. “So, she’s one, I’m guessing. Who else?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 01:19:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/4d/5b/094d5b142474cf8e2ccb68f67d7c4034.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, early afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front Door<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Suit As Pictured</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbeardresource.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2016%2F07%2Fbeards-and-suit.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan, Open<br><br><br><br><hr><br>Logan was handling the whole thing pretty well which was nice to see.&nbsp; If he was this chill about the current situation then maybe all the guys will be like that?&nbsp; Or it might just be chalked up to the British stoicism that he had been told about prior to coming on the show.&nbsp; Either way...Logan could see Mark visibly relax and he turned to look in the direction Logan had pointed.&nbsp; He had another moment to let his attention fall on Grace before looking back to Logan again.&nbsp; He laughed quietly.<br><br><em>"Yep.&nbsp; Grace is one.&nbsp; There's a good amount of thought that goes into the way she looks.&nbsp; I kinda fall for the alternative and complicated thing more often than not despite it usually failing spectacularly."</em>&nbsp; He took a moment and moved around the counter, opening one of the fridges and taking a look.&nbsp; Pleased to find what he was looking for and extracting a bottle of water before cracking the seal and taking a quick drink.&nbsp; Only to make a face as he lifted the bottle to see that he hadn't read the label properly and pulled a carbonated bottle of water.&nbsp; <em>"Sparkling... but why?"</em> , he shook his head slightly and placed the bottle on the counter.<br><br><em>"So the other two...Elsa for dinner.&nbsp; She looks...well...fit.&nbsp; Like really fit so we'll have something to talk about so there's that."</em> . He took a longer drink of the sparkling water.&nbsp; Loathe to waste it despite not wanting it.&nbsp; <em>"And Rhonda for breakfast...because...well...she's hot like the rest of the women here but after her video, I think she might be...receptive so I'm playing the odds.&nbsp; The bottom line is that if I want to meet someone, I need to spend as much time in here as possible.&nbsp; So I'm hoping to make a quick match to start.&nbsp; If we click.&nbsp; Great.&nbsp; If not, both of us will still have time to find the one we hope to find."</em><br><br>He motioned with his chin towards Logan. <em> "Who or whom are you currently working towards?"</em>&nbsp; Then...sticking with it, he took another long drink from the bottle of water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 03:27:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/9f6e3a3678c2b7e076a2764cbc8a5f8c/tumblr_nedvcfUwaI1redzfao8_r1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa; Living Room | Outdoor Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit plus hat (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/58/21/31/58213160dd903a855985962195a515ab--prince-charming-mens-fashion.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Open<br><br><hr><br>Sure he was all mate and bro with this Mark guy, before he knew which girls he planned to take out on dates. But even then, he had to understand. Right? It would probably make him look like a twit if he didn’t. <br><br>He confirmed that Grace was one of the girls he planned to take out, mentioning something about an alternative and complicated thing. “I dunno, she’s not exactly punk rock, mate. I think the platinum hair choice is less about rebelling and more about… fashion?” Logan guessed. “At least she seems really proper and prim and put together.” Logan knew he wasn’t being all that helpful. He shook his head. “I mean, what do I know, I’ve not really spoken to her. I s’pose you can let me know what she’s like later,” he chuckled. <br><br>Logan chuckled again at the sparkling question. “Because… why not?” He questioned, putting on a philosophical voice. <br><br>Mark mentioned he’d be taking out Elsa for dinner and Logan had to nod in appreciation of his taste. “I stepped forward for her. She is very fit.” Logan leaned down against the counter, his chin on his hand. “She was coupled up with one of the guys who left so right now she’s got no one, mate.” He lifted his brows, as if that realization hadn’t hit him before he said it out loud. If this Mark guy really didn’t want to step on toes, he’d couple up with her. <br><br>And then he mentioned Rhonda for a date tomorrow. Logan’s heart sank like an anchor into the deep blue. He was silent, his face showing a bit of shock, undoubtedly. Mark mentioned something odd though, something about how she seemed receptive. His testosterone started to flare. “What does that mean? Receptive?” He repeated the word but made it sound like it meant something offensive. <br><br>Logan sighed, standing up and whisking the chips away. He found a clip to secure it and then stuffed it back into the pantry. With his back to Mark, Logan picked up the salsa and put it back into the fridge. “Right. Quick match to stay in as long as possible…” Logan trailed off, his head tilted. This Mark guy was sounding like he was competing. Like he thought Love Island was a game to be played. <br><br>Mark asked Logan who he was interested in and he couldn’t mask his chuckle. He turned to look at him, folding his arms over his chest. “I’m in a couple with Rhonda.” He paused, then took a breath, remembering that things had just recently gotten overly complicated. “Delaney, a new arrival who just got here today, invited me out on a date this morning. So, her too, I s’pose.” His voice wavered towards the end. He craned his head and rubbed the back of his neck with his fingers. At this point, he got lost in his own thoughts and didn't think about carrying on his talk with Mark.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 04:38:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Imageedit_2_3249261364.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Mid Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa; Backyard pool <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini in picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey ... and Samantha? ...and Mark<br><br><hr><br>The closer that Grace got to Corey, the more she wanted to lean in and have him kiss her again, like last night. But, with Samantha so close, it was just a bit awky. She had to admit though, seeing him surrounded by glittery water with the sun pouring down on his sculpted musculature made her not really care who was watching her.<br><br>She giggled at his comment about the prickly mood he may have been in when she was pulled away. Grace wouldn’t have been surprised if JJ claimed that she was also prickly. So maybe the pair was already starting to be in tune with each other, without even really knowing it. Grace glanced around for the floaty that Corey tossed away, but couldn’t be bothered. <br><br>Grace grinned at Corey when he revealed he wasn’t sad to hear about her date with JJ not ending in a connection. He expressed that he was chuffed to see her back again, which made her tingle all over. She giggled at his comment about trouble possibly actually being written on “that guy,” not bothering to correct him. She didn’t look concerned either way.<br><br>Corey tried to turn closer to Grace but realized that gravity wasn’t on his side here and stayed perfectly still instead. Grace beamed at him when he revealed he missed her even before he saw her wearing a bikini. “Well, I’ve packed plenty more bikinis, so there’s more where this came from.” She pointed to her swimwear. <br><br>Just then, from the lawn chair where she had set her towel and phone, she heard that notorious dinging sound that announced she had a text message. Grace turned to look at it, frowning at Corey when she realized it couldn’t have been from him. “Wonder what that’s about,” she muttered, still pouting a bit as she made her way out of the pool, though she didn’t want to leave Corey there.<br><br>Grace toweled off her hands, then went to her texts and saw a new one from someone… well, new. Her brow perked as she looked around the villa for a sign of the guy with a blonde lumberjack beard. Reading the text then more carefully, she sighed, struggling with how to react, honestly. <br><br>It wasn’t that she wasn’t flattered or grateful for the opportunities. But, she did feel like she wasn’t able to spend as much time with Corey as she would have liked. “Well, it was really nice seeing you for a minute,” she sourly said to Corey. “But I’ve got to get dressed and head out again.” Grace sighed, pouting at him apologetically. “I’m really sorry. I want to be here with you, I just… can’t.” <br><br>Grace turned in a huff of frustration, taking her phone with her and wrapping her towel around her as she walked inside the villa and went upstairs. She found something to put on for her date and then responded to the text that this Mark guy had sent to her, when she was ready to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 05:02:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/97/Imageedit_4_6199727181.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa; Bed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dress in picture and these shoes (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1u5ptcL1TBuNjy0Fjq6yjyXXa7/2019-cute-women-open-toe-high-heels-party-shoes-summer-gladiator-sandals-pink-sandals-wedding-shoes.jpg_640x640.jpg) | Pajamas (https://i.pinimg.com/474x/26/cb/3e/26cb3e2d5cffc2c1e07115211892eae7.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Corey</em><br><br><hr><br>Between the laughter and the lighthearted banter, Grace was chuffed to bits to be able to share her bed with Corey. He was right, she was up for a laugh. And the fact that he could make her laugh without much difficulty was exactly the sort of sign she’d been hoping for from him.<br><br>That wasn’t all, there also had to be a clear distinction between friends and more than friends. When she caught him staring at her ass, she knew that they had that potential, as well. Feeling rather complimented, she leaned in close and kissed his cheeks.<br><br>When she noticed his eyes fluttering open again, Grace held her breath. Her gaze had been locked onto his lips, either willing them to move forward or to give him a huge clue about how to proceed. When he leaned in, it was her turn to let her lashes gently close. His lips pressed lightly against hers in a chaste, tender and sweet kiss. <br><br>It was a short kiss, but he remained with his lips melded against hers for long enough to let Grace feel him and his desire for more. Maybe another night. He pulled away and she sucked on her lips, looking at him almost shyly after that. His face may have been red, but his smile was also quite telling.<br><br>“Goodnight Corey,” she whispered back to him, only leaning away enough to plop her head down against her pillow. A smile remained on her lips until she drifted off to sleep, and even then, it was still faintly there.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 14:45:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/4d/5b/094d5b142474cf8e2ccb68f67d7c4034.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, early afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front Door<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Suit As Pictured</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbeardresource.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2016%2F07%2Fbeards-and-suit.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan, then Grace<br><br><br><br><hr><br>It had not taken too long for things to get real.&nbsp; He listened while Logan shared with him the information he had, his eyebrows lifting in surprise when Logan mentioned Elsa was no longer part of a couple.&nbsp; It certainly gave Mark a good deal to consider.&nbsp; While it was just dumb luck that Mark happened to pick Rhonda for a date and that was precisely who Logan was coupled with he took note of the way Logan crossed his arms on his chest when the subject came up.&nbsp; Mark wasn't insulted.&nbsp; He suspected it would be hard to react in any other way.&nbsp; Being in a couple had double value here on the show.&nbsp; The first was that you were one step closer to in theory the proposed ultimate goal of the show.&nbsp; To find love.&nbsp; The other value that being in a couple presented was that you were more likely to <strong>stay</strong> on the island.&nbsp; All it really did was reinforce Mark's belief that this was not natural and was going to be difficult...for nearly everyone on the show.<br><br>Mark was considering offering to back off with Rhonda until Logan mentioned Delaney and then grew quiet.&nbsp; From the episodes of the show he had watched while flying to Spain, this was the quintessential Love Island experience.&nbsp; Make a connection with someone...feel excited about it...then get introduced to someone else and question the first connection.<br><br>Queue the train wreck...camera's two, three and four close up on the victim's faces.<br><br>Mark wasn't stupid...this was like some 1960's social experiment that had been outlawed but because they had all signed waivers and it was televised...well...then it was okay.<br><br>His phone let out a trilling tone and he slipped his hand inside his jacket and pulled it out.&nbsp; A satisfied smile forming as he saw Grace's response and quickly slipped his phone back into his jacket again.<br><br><em>"Delaney..."</em> , his voice drifted off for a moment as he thought about the videos he watched.&nbsp; There weren't THAT many women and he'd had plenty of time to watch them a couple times each.&nbsp; <em>"She's the one that works for the mining company and has the eyes?"</em> He didn't feel super great about referring to her as "the one with the eyes" as if that was all that she was.&nbsp; In this case, everything had to be surface-level at the moment because that was all he'd had access to.&nbsp; He gave Logan an amused smile and laughed...a short, quiet sound. <em>"So you're coupled with Rhonda but feeling a spark with Delaney?&nbsp; That sounds like a super easy decision, man.&nbsp; Good luck with that."</em>&nbsp; He smiled again hoping Logan would take it for friendly teasing and not some manner of taunt.<br><br><em>"Listen...if I feel something click with Rhonda, I'll be up front about it with her as well as with you.&nbsp; I'm not here to scam and scheme.&nbsp; This might get presented like it's some kind of game show at times but there's feelings on the line here. "</em>&nbsp; He jerked a thumb over his shoulder and back towards the door.&nbsp; <em>"I need to roll.&nbsp; Grace is enroute so I want to be there at the door waiting for her.&nbsp; I hope we get to talk more and please don't sweat the shit you don't have control over."</em> He nodded his head once in confirmation, offered an assuring smile and made his way back to the front doors inside the villa...after making a few wrong turns and some frantic pointing from some of the crew off camera.<br><br>He placed a hand against his abdomen as he waited for Grace to join him although he wasn't really sure what direction Grace would be coming from.&nbsp; There were more nerves than he had anticipated.&nbsp; He wondered if it was her causing the nerves or just the prospect of a first date with a stranger in a completely fabricated situation that involved a dozen people with cameras and lights. <br><br><em>"I run at the fire while others run from it..." </em> , he spoke to himself in a quiet and hopefully self-motivating tone.&nbsp; <em>"It's not like Grace is a forest fire."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 15:35:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/LvAWGgg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Montreal, Quebec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Dressing Room -&gt; Kitchen -&gt; En Route to Lunch Date<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Off-white two-piece string bikini, black floral pattern romper with a deep V, beaded leather dress sandals<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan, Mark, mentions JJ and Delaney<br><br><hr><br>If all mornings started out the way this one did while staying at the villa, Rhonda will gladly go home right now. She had woken up alone in her shared bed with Logan just to be asked to go on a lunch date with another man. The only thing she knew about that guy? He was tattooed everywhere save for maybe the goods, but she couldn't even say that for certain. A shower more out of frustration than necessity, coffee that was maybe an hour old, and brief conversations with other villains by the pool [OOC: don't look for the posts - they don't exist!] led the young girl to where she sat now in the dressing room of the villa. For the last half hour or so she had picked out what to wear for her lunch date and had been fixing her hair. Normally, this wouldn't be something that bothered her, but considering that the only information she had about the date was that it was at a beach, it was at lunch time, and it meant another few hours without the man she was coupled with, she did it all with a bit of a chip on her shoulder.<br><br>It wasn't as though Rhonda was in a giant funk and absolutely hateful of her life at the villa because she wasn't with Logan. She knew the game and what was at stake. It was just that she didn't want her Love Island world to be disrupted so early - it hasn't even been a full day! The night before she had gotten along well with Logan, she thought, though it certainly wasn't the kind of romance where their hearts burst out from each other's chest and just started to hump each other. No, definitely not that. Their time together was rather short considering the circumstances that they were under, but that <strong>was</strong> all under their control (and the producers). Him having his breakfast with another girl that no doubt will be trying to entice him followed by her being whisked away to lunch with another boy with the very same intentions wasn't a scenario that screamed Rhogan [OOC: Lohnda? Hmm...] forever.<br><br>She was idly brushing the same strands of hair for the past five minutes as she thought about her current Love Island status when her phone buzzed again on the dressing room counter. It was a text (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15034194#msg15034194), again not from Logan, but some guy who looked like a viking and a lumberjack had sex simultaneously with a bear. Call it intuition, a hunch, or just boil it down to the fact that she herself was one as well; Rhonda had zero doubt that this guy was Canadian. An odd thing, that.<br><br>Mark the Jacked Viking Bear Man was inviting her to breakfast tomorrow as a villa newcomer. She thought it was rather quick for the show to introduce a bunch of single folk in the first couple of days. It did make sense when she recalled the sudden departure of two of the boys for participating in events that shall not be repeated. Rhonda had begun to type out a text when the time caught her eye on the corner of the screen. "Oooh, fuck! I'm going to be late!" was all she could blurt out as she got up to her feet. The editors can bleep that out later.<br><br>Making her way to the front door, Rhonda passed through the kitchen. Or she would have passed through the kitchen if she didn't come across a conversation between two men. Not that she always stops for two men having a chit-chat, but these two men were Logan, the man she was currently coupled with and Mark, the man she had a half-finished text for on her Love Island provided mobile device. It was extra intriguing as it looked like the conversation had conveniently come to an end with Mark tersely making his way out of the kitchen, leaving Logan looking rather stressed. <br><br>"Hey," Rhonda started while walking up to her other half. As it stood, anyway. "Did the lumberjack say something mean?" She took the same space by Logan that she did when they were first coupled. This time, she wasn't shy to wrap an arm around his back and completely committed to nestling her head into his chest. "I hope your date was terrible." She laughed, squeezing him as firmly as she could, which would have felt like nothing more than a child doing the same to him. "I wish I could stay, but-" Rhonda lifted up her phone again, waving it this way and that like she had when he first mentioned his breakfast date. "-I've got to run! You're not allowed to have any more fun without me." She let Logan go and moved from the kitchen to the front door. Before turning out of sight, Rhonda spun on her heel once to give Logan a complete look over, hoping to see a man who had the stress lifted off of him. If he was eyeing her, she'd blow him an exaggerated kiss. Otherwise, she'd just continue on her journey to the front door.<br><br>Standing by the entrance to the villa, like a bouncer to an out of place bar in Stockholm, was Mark. Rhonda could only assume that he was there waiting for someone. It definitely couldn't be her, she thought, unless this show is run by a bunch of monkeys pulling their names out of hats. She deduced that, much like the other newcomers Delaney and JJ, Mark would also have the opportunity to take three people on meal dates and this was one of them. Rhonda had little time to stand there and talk to him properly, instead spinning around him once to reach the front door. She did stay there for a moment, though. <br><br>"Oh, hi Mark! (https://youtu.be/C-IvV8thrO4)" Rhonda said as she was halfway out the door. "I will absolutely go out with you for breakfast tomorrow, by the way! I just can't stay right now!" She didn't elaborate, not for any particular reason other than making herself later. Her phone was waved in the air for the third time today to do the talking about where she was going. It seemed to be her thing. "Don't get into too much trouble until then."<br><br>There were a few panicked faces among the crew as Rhonda made her way to her assigned jeep. She was a tad late, perhaps, but she had little sympathy for them. They too were on a cool island with some great weather! The cameraman squished into the backseat with her may have something to genuinely complain about, though. Oh well, off to see JJ!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 17:09:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/9f6e3a3678c2b7e076a2764cbc8a5f8c/tumblr_nedvcfUwaI1redzfao8_r1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa; Living Room | Outdoor Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit plus hat (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/58/21/31/58213160dd903a855985962195a515ab--prince-charming-mens-fashion.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Rhonda | Open<br><br><hr><br>Logan released a gruff exhale when Mark mentioned that the choice between Rhonda and Delaney sounded easy. “I genuinely hope that’s sarcasm, mate.” Part of him had to wonder why this new guy was taking out Rhonda instead of Delaney. Was he seeing something that Logan was clearly overlooking? It was bizarre, suddenly feeling the need to compare his methods to others. Besides, it wasn’t like he could control his heart, could he? <br><br>Mark mentioned that Delaney did mining and it made Logan realize he had never asked her what she did. <em>’What an idiot,’</em> he remarked in his own head. For that matter, he didn’t remember ever asking Rhonda what she did, either. What a mess. “Yeah, thanks mate, and good luck with your three dates.” He responded back, not so much taunting, but maybe challenging him just a bit. It might have all sounded easy but with feelings involved, it was never that black and white.<br><br>Mark did him the courtesy of promising to tell him if he felt a connection with Rhonda. Logan felt himself tense up a minute. That was just going to be it, then? He was expected to just walk away if Mark felt a connection with Rhonda? “Don’t forget about Rhonda’s feelings,” he added. “They kinda matter to.” But by then Mark was already pointing to his exit with his thumb, then mentioned that Grace was about to meet him for the first of his three dates. Hearing Mark’s advice to not sweat it made Logan chuckle. Like he could control his stress. “Right.” <br><br>Mark was off and then out of nowhere came Rhonda. Logan was pleasantly surprised to see her, and looking so polished, too. “Hey, you look brilliant.” He easily complimented. She asked about the lumberjack, making Logan smirk. “No, just something about how without his axe he just looks like a hipster.” He chuckled. It was true, actually. “I guess that’s not good for lumberjack business, or something.” Logan shrugged.<br><br>Rhonda came even closer, fitting herself against him in a pleasant embrace. He could smell her sweet perfume, or was it lotion, and felt her body press into his. Immediately, he started to stir. His arms raised and wrapped around her too, hugging her tightly. She hoped his date was terrible and Logan managed a soft chuckle. He wished he could say it was, too. He was about to search for the quick answer out of his complicated situation, but Rhonda quickly announced she couldn’t stay. “You can’t?” He questioned, his brows raising.<br><br>Apparently she had a date to attend. “In that case, where are the handcuffs? I’m going to need a pair right here,” he looked around as if asking part of the crew. “This girl needs to be cuffed so that she can’t ever leave the villa, please!” His voice actually grew louder just to emphasize his joke. He managed a laugh, but inside, he was stressing, loads. She said he wasn’t allowed to have any fun while she was away. “If you’re not here… how can I possibly have any fun?”<br><br>Logan had almost texted that same thing to Delaney, but deleted the phrase. It felt like something that suited Rhonda better than Delaney. Which was only making him feel more confused about both women. When no handcuffs came and Logan had to let her go, he bent down to press a kiss against her forehead, then watched her saucily walk away. He shook his head, waving when she turned to wave back and blow him a kiss. When she was out of sight, the cameras zoomed in on Logan shutting his eyes and slowly lowering his head down, onto the flat kitchen counter. <br><br>A muffled “fuuuuck” could be heard, but just barely.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 17:25:52</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/09f79185860f0b518ee1ee8d09874bbc/tumblr_psatodh8SE1tqe54w_540.png)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2, July 2019| Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Makeup Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> James Harding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney, James, Cleo, Open<br><br><hr><br>After getting a little more awake she saw Cleo there as well. Offering the other girl a smile she said hello and pondered putting her hair up in a ponytail that day. She stood there looking herself over, noting the other girls make up techniques and realized just how little she did in the mornings. Feeling almost self conscious about it she figured she might just sweat it off later if she tried to put more on. Running her fingers through her hair one last time she glanced over to see James and smiled at him. She had felt warm against him that night as he had wrapped his arm around her. It was definitely not taken for granted and his little hello had somehow gotten missed as she was so wrapped up in her own thoughts of not getting caught with her pants down so to speak. <br><br>When he walked over to where they were, she nodded at the mention of coffee. Anything to help wake her up a little more was welcome. Gwen was not a morning person and any help she could get would be better for it all. “Good morning, darlin’. I’d love some coffee, with two sugars and two creams please. Or as my momma would say, some coffee with my cream and sugar.” She grinned a little thinking of her parents whenever she would wake up with them. It wasn’t often she was awake at the same time as they were but when the odd moment arose, they’d always give her a hard time.<br><br>Looking back to Delaney hearing about who she is taking out, she smiled. “I’m not familiar with most everyone, but hopefully given some time that’ll change. I hope they go well. “ Looking back toward Cleo she asked both girls, “how did you all sleep?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 21:44:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/PowderBlueCoralPink.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Mid Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa; Leaving for date<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/5G5A5240.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br>Grace sat herself down on the purple stool chair set up at the vanity in what she called the powder room. All finished with her makeup, hair and outfit change, she pulled her Love Island phone from her purse and sent Mark a quick text that let him know she was ready.<br><br>After replacing her phone in her purse once again, Grace took a breath as she stood from the chair and walked to the top of the staircase. She walked down the stairs in her strappy sandals and powder blue dress, one hand holding onto her small purse by the little handle and the other holding onto her trendy black sunglasses. <br><br>She fit them on the top of her head while making her way down the steps. It wasn’t until she was close to the bottom that she noticed her date - Mark - standing there in a three piece suit, waiting by the door. Her eyes went a bit wide at the sight. “Oh my days.” She gently muttered in a quiet voice.<br><br>“Look at you, you must be... “ Sweating your bollocks off? “Mark.” She saved herself at the last second, right when she stepped off the last step and approached him. “I’m Grace,” she smiled up at him, then gestured toward the door and the Jeeps waiting for them beyond it. <br><br>One Jeep was already off and running, taking someone somewhere. Perhaps another date? Grace perked her brow and turned to face the door, pulling her sunglasses off of her head and fit them in place, wedged up against the bridge of her nose. <br><br>“I’m not sure why really, but we’re not supposed to ride together. I don’t think.” She mentioned to Mark. “So, I’ll see you there, I suppose!” She tried to sound chipper, even though she really was still missing Corey and wishing that she had more chances to spend time with him. Grace still had to be flattered about being asked on a date. <br><br>Besides, Mark might have needed her around to pour water on him when and if he faints during their date, from heatstroke. <br><br><hr><br><div align="center">Continuing here... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308821.msg15036824#msg15036824)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 22:21:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/4d/5b/094d5b142474cf8e2ccb68f67d7c4034.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, early afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front Door<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Suit As Pictured</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbeardresource.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2016%2F07%2Fbeards-and-suit.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rhonda, then Grace<br><br><br><hr><br>He lifted a hand awkwardly to wave at Rhonda as she shouted at him down the hall.&nbsp; She had been nice enough to let him know that she'd be around for their date tomorrow morning.&nbsp; So that was nice and there was a bit of a thrill of excitement winding through him at the prospect of getting that confirmation.&nbsp; She was gone as quickly as she had appeared however but his attention was drawn towards movement on the stairs.<br><br>The day had been a whirlwind up to this point and he put on a smile that he hoped was welcoming and not a nervous or out of sorts one.&nbsp; He noted the look on her face when she noticed him.&nbsp; Unsure if her reaction meant something positive or not.&nbsp; She was smaller than him even in the shoes she was wearing and she was undeniably lovely.&nbsp; The smile she offered whilst confirming who he was and introducing herself no doubt served her well.&nbsp; It was a smile that he suspected most men would unravel over.<br><br>He was silent for a moment as she mentioned the jeeps and something about not riding together.&nbsp; Biting his lower lip a moment in thought as he looked at her, nostrils flaring slightly as he drew in the scent of her due to her proximity to him.&nbsp; Yeah.&nbsp; She's a problem.&nbsp; He thought to himself with a small, charmed smile on his face.<br><br>He shook his head slightly to settle his thoughts and cleared his throat.&nbsp; <em>"Well...yeah.&nbsp; I'm sure they have a good reason then and it's a pleasure to meet you."</em> He didn't know what to do with his hands.&nbsp; He should have offered his hand to her to shake it...you know...like normal people do when they first meet but Grace seemed...ready to go.&nbsp; He put his hands in his pockets only to remember how his father disliked such things as people with their hands in their pockets and he pulled them back out again.&nbsp; He gave her a more brightened smile and nodded.<br><br><em>"Alright then, well...I guess I'll just see you there.&nbsp; Have a..."</em> , he shook his head slightly and laughed quietly.&nbsp; <em>"...safe trip Grace."</em>&nbsp; He checked his length of stride as he walked beside her towards the jeeps.&nbsp; Taking a moment to open the door of the jeep for her as she got in and then closing it behind her when he was sure she was free and clear, he nodded his head slightly, giving a quick to her before making his way to "his" jeep.<br><br>He got into his jeep...taking a moment to let out a pained growl as he put his thumb and fingers against his eyes...slowly dragging them in until he was pinching the bridge of his nose.&nbsp; <em>"That...was masterful."</em> , he chided himself before blinking twice and smiling at the driver.&nbsp; <em>"Can you please turn up the air conditioning por favor?"</em><br><br><div align="center">Off to it... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308821.msg15036824#msg15036824)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 05:22:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/daSQ0jT.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Montreal, Quebec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 - Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard -&gt; Bathroom -&gt; Bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan, mentions all the males present Day 1 | Open<br><br><hr><br>The two of them could have just talked about Christmas all day long if Rhonda didn't know any better. Hearing Logan double down on her tropical shirt idea made her smile. Truth be told, Rhonda's family was rather small and Christmas was a tiny, cozy affair rather than a big production that she knew it could be. She found herself wondering what Christmas would be like in the Thurston household and, to a lesser degree, wondered if Logan's parents would approve of having someone of a different descent at the dining room table over the holidays. Canadians can be trouble.<br><br>The curious tilt of her head was hard to ignore when Logan spoke about The Sims under his own terms. Rhonda was certain that she could keep up with him if he started talking about Simoleons, all of the ways to Woohoo, and if he tried to influence pregnancies by having his Sims eat fruit. The PC talk? Not so much.<br><br>"Honest!" Rhonda replied to Logan suggesting she was just buttering him up by saying she'd have stepped up for him and only him. An index finger drew an X over her chest. "Cross my heart and hope to die." It really was true. That Owen guy looked like he was more interested in tearing things in half than her. Devon, dead pigeons. James carried himself in an odd way that she couldn't put her finger on. Corey was more on the cute side, which was further proven right by his reaction to being chosen first by Grace. John and Terry? Well, the least said about them the better. All that left was the wildcard, in many respects, JJ. Rhonda thought that if she treated him badly, he'd wear her name on his arm sleeve as a reminder of how awful she is.<br><br>Rhonda squinted at Logan suspiciously when he said that he wasn't much of a reader despite being a writer. She thought it may have been more of a hobby turned job deal, where the joy is sucked out of an activity if you get paid for it. It didn't quite seem that way as he justified his reasoning, but that was the closest thing that Rhonda could relate to.<br><br>Not that she was tired of standing beside cars and eating food on YouTube.<br><br>"Game of Thrones, huh? You know nothing, Logan Thurston." Rhonda made her reference through a yawn. The physical drain of getting to the villa seemed to have made an agreement with the emotional drain of the coupling. Her sudden bout of tiredness was almost on cue as Logan suggested that it might actually be bed time. Or Bedfordshire, as he put it. Will she ever get used to how painfully English he is? Not wanting to think too much about it, she stood up from her seat and rounded Logan. A hand pawed his one shoulder and was dragged along it to the other one as she moved about.<br><br>"Yeah... I'd love to spend all night with you here but I think you'd be talking to a zombie in a couple of minutes." Her hand left him then. "Can you give me a head start? I don't want to spoil you before we climb into bed together." Not waiting for an answer, Rhonda made her way into the villa after grabbing her LI phone. "You still owe me fifteen questions!" Plus or minus 2.<br><br>With surprising ease, she made her way from the backyard to the bathroom. It was, thankfully at the time, empty. Not that she was actively avoiding interacting with any of the other residents, it was just that her social batteries were running on empty. She turned on the sink and kicked off her heels, then smiled to herself before giving the bathroom a quick look over. Was there a bathtub about and a glass of red wine? Ending the day properly and smelling nice for bed would be a dream.<br><br>Face off, heels in hand, Rhonda stepped into the bedroom. Her shoes almost hit the ground in a noisy clash of leather against tile, but catching sight of another couple comfortably in bed stopped her. Instead, she gently padded her way to what she thought was her and Logan's bed. Finding what clothing she brought with her to the villa nearby confirmed she made the right choice. Quietly, though as quick as possible, Rhonda gathered her pajamas and changed in the room adjacent. Maneuvering around everyone was going to be an interesting challenge.<br><br>Once comfortable again in clothing she was more familiar with, Rhonda ventured back to the bedroom and sat above the sheets on her and Logan's bed. She thought for a moment if she should try to look enticing for him, but with her sudden tiredness and the other nearby couple, she opted to just quietly set her previously worn clothing where it belonged and stretched to plop her phone on her side of the bed. Real hot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 06:05:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/yhI0iAG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samantha Jeuil (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15005952#msg15005952)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Perth, Australiia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Bedroom &gt; Kitchen &gt; Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimsuit (https://1e7f3e854146f0643211-4e55b2d5f6d9f393414314d5508b43f5.ssl.cf2.rackcdn.com/product-hugerect-542032-131050-1437107490-b463e3473a2af343c11d422086ae95dc.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody Apparently&nbsp; ???<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corey, Grace, Open<br><hr><br>“Morning Sam. The water’s great.&nbsp; You should give it a go.&nbsp; And there are more floats in the shed if you are looking.&nbsp; Seems more my kind of morning than working out.&nbsp; Holiday and all, right?”<br>&nbsp; Sam nodded, not being shy about the fact that she was examining the man's body as he lounged in the sun. "Too right mate," she said tossing her things on one of the recliner chairs nearby, "'sides, with a day like this it won't be long till the whole villa is either in here or hiding inside," she said as Grace approached. Taking this opportunity to go search through the shed for another floatie like Corey mentioned to give them a little bit of space, not much, and not for long however, she was now on flirting with disaster, and it may not have been intentional to have two gals now have to fight their way to remain on the island, but they most certainly be eating it up. As she returned with her chosen plastic buoyant lounger, she caught the tail end of their conversation as Grace busied with packing up her things. &nbsp;“But I’ve got to get dressed and head out again. I’m sorry. I want to be here with you, I just… can’t.” &nbsp;Sam spoke up. "Don't worry Gracie, I'll keep our dear Corey company while you're out flirting" she said with an all-too-sweet smile and a wink in her direction, before turning away. "I found some Sunblock before I came down, did you get some yet? Don't wanna turn all lobster." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 06:19:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GexPvLL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Harding (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004164#msg15004164)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight <br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stilwater, MN, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What you see in the pic (http://Outfit URL)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Gwen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gwen, Cleo (mentioned), Delaney (mentioned), Open<br><hr><br>James chuckled "only two of each? that's hardly more cream than coffee, when I make tea I typically do three or four packets of sugar myself, but that's just for plain black tea, most of the other stuff doesn't need much, maybe some honey or milk." he said before leaving the gals to their talk and heading down to the kitchen. When he got there he got working on some breakfast for the four of them, mainly eggs and toast, as much more than that seemed too extravagant and he didn't know how everyone liked theirs, he wasn't a savant at cooking by any means, but he could always whip up edible grub, and while that was cooking he worked on making the coffee Gwen had requested, starting a new pot as he drained the other one, and making a cupful of hot water for his own tea, it wasn't ever as popular as coffee so he didn't bother with a kettle or a large batch, just poured some water into a mug and nuking it in the microwave for a couple minutes before placing the teabag in it. When all that was done he portioned out four plates of eggs with two slices of toast for each of them. Singing <em>Lights</em> by Journey as he did so. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mature Desires</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 14:35:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/B5cDpxkCUAAz0ed.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cleo Balleta (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004245#msg15004245)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Manila, Phillipines <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;blue and red/white striped bikini (https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/1046296647599296512/cWoDG7un_400x400.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Devon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open | Devon<br><br><hr>Cleo watched as Devon stripped out of his clothes right down to his boxers. She couldn't wipe the big grin off of her face as she loved how wild and out there he was not caring what others thought. Thank goodness for that button.. she thought to herself eyeing his underwear. Seeing his arm tattoo sleeves made her make a note to ask to check them out later. She loved tattoo art and it usually gave her more insight into who the person was and what they liked and believed in. "Holy shit.." she said as she admired his flat stomach and somewhat toned abs. He was a lot more built than she took him for and certainly made her feel a whole lot smaller next to him.&nbsp;<br><br>Cleo bobbed in the water softly as she watched Devon walk over and set their drinks down. She swam over and picked up her drink taking a sip and stayed against the side as he said to move back. Cleo waited with baited breath as she wondered just how acrobatic Devon could be. As he launched in the air everything looked good to start...and then it didn't. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped as she watched and listened to the belly flop slap against the water. Cleo giggled a little to herself and waited for him to emerge from the depths of the pool.&nbsp;<br><br>When he came out and flung his hair back it was quite mermazing! As he asked for her score she grinned "Well I can definitely say your take off looked good..but somewhere in that first turn you made things went wrong.. Now I would say you did save yourself with your encore finish of the hair flip.. I'm giving you an 8.5, but don't push your luck!" she laughed and winked at him as she turned and picked up her drink. "When I was younger back in Manila we used to go to a nearby waterfall. it was really fun! We used to jump off the side into the big pool. Let's see if I can still do my dives.."&nbsp;<br><br>Cleo pushed herself out of the water onto her knees and stood up. Tugging at her bikini she stepped to the edge of the pool and took a deep breath. Raising her arms up over her head into a point she gently bent her knees and pushed off. Bending her upper body down she used her momentum to elevate her legs up and Cleo slipped into the water with no more than a soft "plop". She dove down to the bottom of the deep end and stayed there for a second or two before putting her feet on the ground and pushing up. Breaking through the surface of the pool she grinned at Devon. "Well.. Judges??" she giggled a bit and swam over near him where their drinks were.&nbsp;<br><br>It was so nice to start the evening off doing some fun things. She could tell Devon was starting to relax more now that they took the pressure off of trying to talk with one another and focusing more on having fun and doing something together. Cleo decided that the pool and hot tub were most likely going to be her most popular spots to be. She loved water and if she could be a mermaid she would be.&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mature Desires</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 15:00:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0f/41/e1/0f41e128f7aa4cd433292cc597ec5d7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cleo Balleta (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004245#msg15004245)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manila, Phillipines <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2, July 2019| Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dressing Room <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0f/41/e1/0f41e128f7aa4cd433292cc597ec5d7c.jpg), Grey booty shorts, grey sweatshirt, black flip flops <br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Devon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open | Delaney | Gwen | James | Devon (mentions)<br><br><hr>Cleo grinned and nodded "Yeah I didn't think I would find the heat here such a struggle! It can get pretty hot in the summer in LA, but here I find the humidity is what is getting to me. Ugh I know the cameras are going to capture my makeup running at one point or another.. My friends back home are going to give me so much crap about it.." she laughed a little and turned her attention back to the mirror. Taking out some tweezers she plucked some eyebrow hairs helping shape them a bit more. <br><br><br>"Yes Devon's with me.. He's a pretty fun guy to be with.. Definitely not the stereotypical kind of guy I guess would be on the show, but whatever.. we are having a good time.." Cleo said and turned her attention to Gwen and James when they came in. She said hello to Gwen and admired her beautiful blonde hair. When James asked if they wanted any coffee Cleo piped up "Sure that would be great! two sugars and two milk please..thank you so much!" she winked at him and watched him walk off with their orders. <br><br><br>Cleo turned to Gwen 'Wow! such a gentleman! I can't say my man asked me if I wanted any coffee or breakfast this morning.." she grumbled and rolled her eyes. Turning back to the mirror she continued on with her makeup routine touching up any areas. "Have you ever slept in a bed with a bear before? Devon is huge! But I think he struggled with my active sleeping." Cleo laughed knowing plenty of people that struggled with how much she moved in bed when she slept. "So how was your first night Gwen? Looks like the two of you are making quite a spark together!" Cleo giggled a little and pulled her hairband out of her hair. Running her fingers through it she let her dark hair hang loosely. She searched through her bag and pulled out a hairbrush and began to brush her hair. <br><br><br>"So are you excited for your dates today?" Cleo asked Delaney turning towards her. "Who did you pick? You must be so excited!" Cleo followed up with. Finally pleased with her final look at least for now. Dammit who was she kidding Cleo would most likely be back checking on her makeup later in the day and most likely a third by the evening time. Cleo picked up her makeup bag and tucked her stuff back into her suitcase and sat back down to listen to the other girls talk more about their first nights and day. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 22:53:01</strong>
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				<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> 1 July, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard | Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shucking the clothes and going swimming in plaid boxers<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cleo | Open<br><br><hr><br>Devon laughed right along with Cleo as she gave him a rating, with his little flourish of the hair being the bonus. He wasn't even sure it would work, if he were being honest. He sidled himself right to the edge of the pool, grabbing his own beer as she began to speak of her own childhood in a home far different from his own. Simple American suburbia that led to the humongous metropolis of New York City, Devon had never even <em>seen</em> a waterfall in person, let alone jumped from one. His mind filed that away for later contemplation, over how living in an Urban Center could cause you to feel as if you lived a rich, multi-cultural life while still managing to effectively roam a closed-in environment.<br><br>He drank from the bottle as he watched Cleo lift from the pool, eyes following the rivulets trailing down her tanned flesh, eyebrow raising appreciatively to her bikini adjustments. She most certainly was an attractive woman, that was for sure. He wrapped one arm around the pool's edge, leaning back into it while he held onto his bottle with the other, watching as she dove into the water with what appeared to his untrained eyes as perfect form. In fact, there may have been more splash from her surfacing than there was from her dive. He nodded appreciatively as she approached, requesting her own rating.<br><br>"I'd say it was all perfect 10's," he smiled, sliding over so she could reach for her own drink, and then helping her to lean and cradle against him in the water. "Well, except the Romanian judge. Gives nothing but sixes." He shook his head in mock disappointment. He then turned to her, allowing his arm wrapped around the pool's edge to gently rest against her shoulder blades. "Diving off of waterfalls, huh? I never got to see anything like that growing up. We only had a community pool." He then clinked his bottle to her glass. "How about this. You tell me a story from your childhood in Manila, and I'll share one about growing up in the most boring-ass corner of Albany's suburbs?" He turned and noted some were already heading upstairs to bed, a bit surprised at how eager they were to join each other in the sheets. Yet he couldn't help but smirk that Gilligan and Mary-Ann had been one such couple. "We go back and forth sharing stories until we feel ready to call it a night. Whaddya say?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>24-08-2019, 14:03:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img-s3.onedio.com/id-569e201aa71c161139cbad57/rev-1/w-635/f-jpg-webp/s-7a18c882ac5bddf1a76c29969f3567e0585ac97b.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Rhonda</em><br><br><hr><br>Rhonda was sticking to her story, adamant about how Logan was the only one she would have stepped forward for. It made him smile, but in the back of his head he felt kind of bad for stepping forward for Elsa before Rhonda. Technically it was the fault of the crew for lining up the girls in that particular order. But, still. He hoped that fact didn’t make Rhonda feel badly at all.<br><br>“Okay, I believe you.” Logan was convinced, and couldn’t wipe the goofy grin off his face after that. His smile finally did fade when they started to talk about authors and books in general, seeing Rhonda view him skeptically. He chuckled at the face she gave him, then made a face of his own as if to say ‘I can’t help it. Sorry.’ Her winning line from the show made him grin.<br><br>But soon after, she yawned. The pair of them seemed to get hit by the tired bug at the same time and when he offered for them to head up to bed, she was agreeable. As much as she wanted to spend more time talking outside, Rhonda admitted that she was ready to head upstairs too. When she asked for a head start, Logan chuckled. “Like, long enough for a bath?”<br><br>She caressed his shoulder while she walked by him and the touch had surprised him, but what surprised him more was that trail of tingles that followed. He turned to watch her walking away. “I don’t mind getting spoiled,” he smirked. She reminded him about roughly how many more questions were owed in their little game, then walked into the villa. <br><br>He waited for a little while by himself, finishing up his water and glancing at the villa’s enormous balcony which led into the bedrooms, as if for some sort of sign that she was there and ready. He had to admit, he was both nervous and excited about sharing the bed. On the one hand, it felt much too early to be sharing a bed. On the other hand, it forced them to explore a connection.<br><br>After a bit of time, he got himself up and tucked his phone into his back pocket, then headed inside. He walked into the bathroom first, spending a bit of time in there to relieve himself (in one way and not the other), brush his teeth and floss. He also raked his hand through his hair a bit, intending for it to fall flat on his head, but as usual, it just continued to do its own thing.<br><br>Walking down the hall and into the bedroom, he raised his arms and tugged his shirt off overhead. He found Rhonda in their bed and walked over, tossing his shirt onto the floor. There were no hampers anywhere, so what else was he supposed to do with it? He gave her a look over when he stood at the end of the bed, smiling at her simple yet form fitting pajamas. “You’re looking particularly fit in that,” he complimented, knowing he was upping his flirting game.<br><br>Logan’s hands went to his belt and undid it quickly while he shuffled out of his shoes and slid them out of the way. His jeans fell and he bent to steal his phone from the back pocket, then piled his pants atop his shirt from the day and finally tugged off his socks. When he stood again, he was only in a simple pair of Calvins. There was a definite bulge happening down south. But he wasn’t apologizing for it.<br><br>Easing downward, Logan pulled the sheets enough to climb into bed, then covered himself with the covers. He leaned over Rhonda. “Oh, let me just put my phone down too.” He had planned this, clearly. As he leaned over her, his chest inadvertently slid along hers, making his bulge down south start to stir. Logan placed his phone beside Rhonda’s on the table, then remained rather close to her. Their faces were mere inches apart. <br><br>“What are the rules for sleeping together?” He asked her in a whisper, almost out of breath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>24-08-2019, 16:05:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/84/Corey-Pajamas.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathroom -&gt; Bed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace<br><br><hr>Whilst the kiss could best, or at least accurately, be described as chaste, it was still more than enough to send Corey’s blood racing through his veins.&nbsp; With their unfamiliar, and JUST MET, lips pressed together, it seemed already that the temperature in the room had risen to tropical levels far too high for the air conditioning to compete with, and enough to have the Islander already regretting playing along with his mates prank of wooly, pink pajamas.&nbsp; <br><br>When the kiss broke, both far too soon and yet so very long, Corey’s eyes fluttered open as well, watching as Grace reclined away from him enough to relax against her pillows and close her eyes.&nbsp; Heart thudding against his breastbone, Corey took great comfort in the smile teasing around the edges of his ‘girlfriend’s’ lips.&nbsp; It couldn’t have been too bad a kiss if she was smiling, right?<br><br>Reassured, at least a little, it only took Corey another hour or so to fall asleep due to his concern about flopping on Grace in the night.&nbsp; After it, it had been some time since he had shared a bed.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><em>End of Day One</em></strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>24-08-2019, 16:09:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/322888378/original.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom(s) ---&gt; Villa Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Samantha &amp; Grace (mentioned, departing) | OPEN<br><br><hr><br>When Grace suddenly departed, the dinging on her phone clearly calling her away to something more important (or at least more mandatory), Corey could not help the sour look that passed over his features.&nbsp; &nbsp;They had been getting on pretty well last night, hadn’t they?&nbsp; And yet, here she was, off to some other adventure while he was left alone.&nbsp; Or…was this part of it?&nbsp; Had the producers, or the new people, or whoever noted that they seemed to be getting along TOO well and decided to throw a wrench in the works?<br><br><em>Hmmm, that might just be it</em> Corey thought.&nbsp; His mates had warned him that the first couples to connect were often targeted by others.&nbsp; Granted, they had told him this in hopes that he would know not to sit idly by while others coupled up, but still the strategy applied.&nbsp; He might need to think a little smarter.&nbsp; Debating this like he was, Corey was startled back to reality as Sam spoke up to the departing Grace, his jumping causing him to slide halfway into the pool, and even a novice romantic like Corey noting the challenge hidden in that phrasing.<br><br>Having only half caught the looks Sam was throwing his way earlier, Corey was feeling inexplicably nervous, so he stayed floating half in and half out of the water instead of embarrassing himself trying to board the cactus once more.&nbsp; &nbsp;Glancing over at Sam in her bright bikini, Corey noted she as alone (obviously) and once more he thought about challenges being thrown his way.&nbsp; “Oh, I think I’m good for now.” He replied, smiling brightly.&nbsp; “If I stay in the sun after my swim I’ll throw some on.&nbsp; I should probably use this chance to get a little color before it gets too hot.”<br><br>Looking around, Corey lazily kicked his feet as he bobbed about the pool.&nbsp; “So, just you this morning?&nbsp; &nbsp;You leave Terry sleeping in?” He asked, having missed Caroline’s announcement about the two men leaving, and wondering how the other couples were getting by.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>24-08-2019, 19:54:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SaFOou4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Morning prior to dates.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Dressing Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White towel<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gwen, Cleo, James | Open <br><br><hr><br>Delaney offered James a smile and graciously accepted his offer. <br><br>“I’d love some, a little cream and sugar but I’m not particular. Thank you.” <br><br>Gwen had a good one on her hands, and after he departed she flashed a conspiratorial grin her way. <br><br>“He seems nice, I’m as curious as Cleo to hear how was last night went.”<br><br>Sleeping out on the daybed had meant a shortage of context. Bedtime rituals and interactions were outside of her scope and she was curious how everyone had settled in, not just because it was likely to impact her but because she was surprisingly eager for the other islanders to be happy. It was just the sort of person she was. <br><br>“And thank you, I do as well. I guess we’ll see...I slept alright.”<br><br>She agreed with Cleo’s statement about the heat but kept any complaints to herself. The conversation was on a positive trajectory and she saw no reason to spoil it grousing about fitful sleep in a beautiful place like this. <br><br>“Logan, a new arrival named Thalia, and Owen.” she repeated her selection for Cleo and after smoothing on the sunscreen took a quick moment to apply a subtle smudge of eyeliner to her lash line then some mascara. <br><br>“I didn’t have much time to chat with anyone last night, it felt weird interjecting into such personal conversations when everyone paired off...I’m looking forward to the chance to start getting to know people.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>25-08-2019, 02:20:50</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/09f79185860f0b518ee1ee8d09874bbc/tumblr_psatodh8SE1tqe54w_540.png)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2, July 2019| Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Makeup Area —&gt; Kitchen Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> James Harding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney, Cleo, James, Open<br><br><hr><br><br>As each of the girls seemed pleased with Gwens partner she blushed a little at their comments on how she slept. It was one of her better nights of sleep almost ever actually. James was easy to sleep with, she’d give him that much. Often sleeping with a guy meant he had some kind of expectations of her but with him it was easy and comforting that night. She looked around in her bags to find some sunscreen. Finding her lip balm she had forgotten to put it on before her gloss and decided having sunburnt lips could cause issues later down the line if it ever got to that point. She didn’t want things to be halted simply because of that simple misstep. <br><br>“Yeah I guess I got lucky with my choice. He’s pretty special. Last night... “ she took in a slowly breathed in sigh and let it go wistfully, “..it was nice. He wrapped me in his arms and we just cuddled into the best sleep in the history of sleep. I’m not a flip flop kind of sleeper usually and last night things were so good I didn’t feel a need to move much at all. I’m glad you guys had a decent night. I know sleeping in a strange bed can be hard.”<br><br>She smiled to the two of them and finally found her bottle of sunscreen, intent on taking it downstairs with her for sunbathing and pool time. Looking over Cleo’s long dark hair she admired it. “If you ever want your hair braided or anything you guys can ask me. I’m pretty decent. Not as good at doing my own that is, but other peoples comes out pretty nice. Anyway, good luck on your dates, Delaney. It sounds like a good time. I can’t wait til I get one. Maybe sometime down the line James and I will get one. Speaking of, that handsome guy, I’m going to head down and get some coffee and breakfast. I’ll see you girls down there. You both look gorgeous today by the way!” She gave them both a genuine smile to match the genuine comment. She really was envious of each of them for one reason or another.<br><br><br><div align="center"> ******</div><br><br>After saying her goodbyes, Gwen headed down the stairs with her bottle of sunscreen in hand as well as a towel she grabbed on her way out. Moving toward the little kitchen area she smiled at James and noted the mugs that were sat out, sure that one of them was hers. It smelled good down there. The brew of coffee and the eggs he made as well. It appeared he was going all out this morning. It must mean he slept as well as she did. <br><br>“Good morning, handsome. So I take it one of those has my name on it?” She motioned to the coffee and the plates of food. She was more than ready for breakfast, she just hoped some toast was around to match her eagerness to dive into the eggs. Right then, however, she had her eye on the coffee first and foremost. Coffee first thing in the morning then tea later, but mostly just water was her choice of drink throughout the day. She pushed back her hair and tied the scrunchie that was around her wrist around the long blonde tresses. Her choice to come out in her bikini was a wise one it appeared as the day was already raising in temperature.<br><br>She moved over to one of the stools on the other side of the cooking area and looked to James to give her whichever he made for her. She wasn’t overly picky about food, so his choice in eggs was welcome to her hungry appetite. Gwen wasn’t one to eat a heavy breakfast anyway, especially when it was going to be so hot outside that day.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>25-08-2019, 21:15:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/yhI0iAG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samantha Jeuil (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15005952#msg15005952)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Perth, Australiia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Bedroom &gt; Kitchen &gt; Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimsuit (https://1e7f3e854146f0643211-4e55b2d5f6d9f393414314d5508b43f5.ssl.cf2.rackcdn.com/product-hugerect-542032-131050-1437107490-b463e3473a2af343c11d422086ae95dc.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody Apparently&nbsp; ???<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corey, Open<br><hr><br>Sam nodded at Corey's words "good idea, im going to do the opposite, get some rays right now and then hop in when it gets toasty out. She sat down on one of the loungers and started applying sunscreen, subtly making it a bit of a show for the guy. "Terry?" she cocked her head to the side a bit "He left along with that stick in the mud in the suit yesterday. something about.. something." she spoke to him as she continued spreading suntan lotion onto her pale body. "I do hope i get a bit of a tan for however long i stay here, you'd think that living down under I wouldn't so pale." she shrugged. "You and Grace seem to get along well, when you're together that is. That's gotta suck. being... connected, to someone that ditches you at the drop of a hat." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>26-08-2019, 04:13:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/daSQ0jT.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Montreal, Quebec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 - Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan<br><br><hr><br>Rhonda had just placed her phone down on the nightstand when Logan had found his way into the bedroom. She was going to mouth for him to keep quiet and bring a solitary finger to her mouth in support to the notion of being polite, but then the idiot went and took off his shirt and distracted her. His compliment didn't help her from what she considered innocent ogling. <br><br>"It all really does fit, doesn't it?" Rhonda said stupidly. She figured out what he meant a moment too late but wasn't going to bring it up again. Not with him stripping beside the bed, anyway. When he was down to his underwear and under the sheets, she shimmied a bit on top of them to give him a bit more leverage. From where she laid, Rhonda was about to do the same when Logan turned over to place his his phone beside hers. Or was he just using that as an excuse to come up against her? Rhonda didn't mind either way.<br><br>"Rules for sleeping together?" Rhonda repeated, her head trying to tell her fingers not to reach for the waistband of his Calvins through the sheets. "I didn't think we had any..." She looked at Logan straight in the eyes for a second or two, then left them to slowly trail down to his lips. She kept them there, watching his as she gave her own the slightest of licks. Her eyelids closed in a blink and when they reopened, her eyes found Logan's again. "Well, I mean, aside from the pillow barrier in the middle of the bed rule..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>26-08-2019, 06:33:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img-s3.onedio.com/id-569e201aa71c161139cbad57/rev-1/w-635/f-jpg-webp/s-7a18c882ac5bddf1a76c29969f3567e0585ac97b.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Rhonda</em><br><br><hr><br>Logan didn’t correct what he meant about the ‘fit’ compliment. He smirked to himself and let it linger, instead. Much like how he kept his body lingering against hers when he reached over to rest his phone on the nightstand, and how her gaze seemed to linger on his body when he had started to disrobe. <br><br>Rhonda repeated Logan’s question, but with the way that she was staring into his eyes and then at his lips, he had to admit it was difficult to focus. What had he asked her again? Before he knew it, his gaze was slipping too, traveling down the delicate contours of her face and landing on her plump lips.<br><br>Her hushed voice brought him back a little when she said she didn’t think they had any rules. Logan grinned at that, then wet his lips after noticing that she had done so. No rules? That was a good start. A very good start, in fact. But then Rhonda mentioned one rule about a pillow separating them. <br><br>Logan’s grin widened, a soft chuckle sounding out briefly. When it faded, so too did his smile. “Well then,” he began, his gruff voice sounding more husky all at once. “I guess I’d better do this while I have the chance to touch you.” He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips against hers softly. His free hand raised and cupped her cheek as he deepened their kiss just slightly.<br><br>It was chaste, considering that they were in the same bed and wearing little clothing, but still intense. At least for him. He felt jarred by the sudden influx of sensation and desire. When he pulled away, he felt his cheeks heat up, and had to remind himself to ease up. “Right. That’s better. Now you can create your little pillow barrier, if you like.”<br><br>His grin had returned when he leaned away and sank into the bed, falling back onto the pillow beneath him. Sliding his eyelids shut, he tried to tell his body - which had gotten rather roused - to fall asleep. The trick was getting to sleep after swiftly feeling so very awake. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>26-08-2019, 13:54:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/PowderBlueCoralPink.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Late afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Post "date" with Mark<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one | Closed<br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://cdn.images.dailystar.co.uk/dynamic/117/photos/361000/620x/love-island-couples-619195.jpg)</div><br>When Grace had pulled herself together in the stairwell of the restaurant on her “lunch date” with Mark, she walked down the few flights in her sandals, preferring the soreness her feet would endure over having to share a lift with him.<br><br>The camera crew sent two guys to follow after her and she was sure that they had caught at least a glimpse of her tears. But, Grace being Grace, she had a compact mirror in her purse and made sure she was looking less red and puffy when it was time to depart. <br><br>Instead of jumping into the Jeep straight away, she decided to avoid Mark a little longer, not wanting their paths to cross at their modes of transportation, and went walking down the streets a bit to do some light shopping. <br><br>She found a holiday themed shirt for Corey and guessed his size, but kept the receipt just in case. Though she had found a necklace and a pair of sandals she quite liked, Grace decided to just keep her purchases limited to the one item for Corey. It gave her an idea, actually. <br><br>By the time she returned to the villa, after nearly an entire ride of the crew asking her to spill it all in the confessional, she decided to get that part over and done with. Making her way to the diary room, she knocked twice and when no one answered, tried the handle, then pushed her way in.<br><br>Grace sat herself down on the comfy chair, taking a moment or two to adjust the pillows behind her, before releasing a rather elongated sigh and resting her hands in her lap, with one leg folded over the other.<br><br>She started to chuckle, faintly, shaking her head a bit. “So… I’ve just returned from my date with Mark.” Grace used finger quotes around the word ‘date.’ “Though it hardly felt like one.” She paused to reflect. “And maybe part of it was me, for not giving Mark much of a chance at all.” <br><br>Grace shrugged a shoulder. “But I maintain that if you don’t feel an instant sort of spark with someone, but you have felt it for another, then what is the point? If I’ve been forced to go on dates all day rather than spending time with the one person here who I genuinely like and want to get to know, then what am I doing?” More tears started to form. <br><br>Clearly, earlier, she had not been crying over Mark. It was over being kept away from Corey.<br><br>“That was what I got pulled away from Corey for.” She clapped her hands. “That. I don’t even know what to call that. It was like he took the piss and then pied me off all at once.” She sighed, leaning downward, pressing her fingers against her forehead as her elbow pushed into the armrest. “Corey would have never done that.” <br><br>Grace sniffled a little, wiping at the corners of her lashes. “I’m not sure what his problem is. I was honest about my feelings and apologized to him straight out of the gates. And then he decided to ask if I should return to Corey, knowing full well that’s where I’d rather be. But gets offended when I say it’s best that I go.” She eyed the camera, her face perplexed again. “It’s no wonder he avoids people, he’s absolute rubbish at talking to them or letting them explain things.” She scoffed. “He was actually about to walk out!” <br><br>She shook her head. “And to think that I wanted him with Elsa to keep her around. But maybe he’s not good enough for any girl here.” She huffed out another exhale. “It’s not enough to say to someone that you’re sure they’re a good person… but never give them the chance to show that. He might’ve felt like that’s what I did to him. But when he mentioned me leaving, I figured he wanted me to. Especially after he knew I was romantically closed off.” <br><br>Grace looked at the camera, helplessly. “I’m at my end with these dates.” Her head shook slowly side to side. Again, she sniffled. “I can’t even imagine what it’s been doing to Corey. Or what’s happened while I’m pulled away nearly every time.” She blinked, lowering her elbows into her lap to hunch over more.<br><br>“Honestly… I didn’t walk into this expecting to find someone like Corey on day one. Nor did I expect to find the types of guys I promised myself I’d stop dating... asking me on dates.” Grace’s next breath was a somewhat shaky one. <br><br>“And even still, if it weren’t for Corey, I’d have given JJ and Mark a chance. Perhaps that’s why I’m so invested in Corey… He makes me not even think about the other guys here. Like, I’ve not even considered coupling up with anybody else. I don’t want to.” <br><br>Grace blinked a few times, running her fingers along her lashes gently, ensuring her mascara was still in tact. “I’d best go and find him.” She weakly smiled. “Hopefully he doesn’t also think that I don’t deserve to be here…” Mark’s comment about giving up her spot had probably stung the most. “Just because I’m not playing it like it’s some bloody game.” <br><br>She stood abruptly, gathering her purse and walking outside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>26-08-2019, 17:46:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/daSQ0jT.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Montreal, Quebec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 - Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan<br><br><hr><br>There was a moment of pause between Logan and Rhonda, with him just barely atop of her on the bed. She couldn't speak for him, but her her it was full of tension and electricity. His words, spoken low and gruff, took forever to reach her, his lean in even slower, it seemed. When their lips finally touched, pressing and opening into a kiss, Rhonda was finally able to release the stress in her shoulders and jaw. A hand took hold of her cheek, making her coo into the kiss as it went a bit deeper.<br><br>The build up was slow as all hell, the moment itself far too short, and with him pulling away from her, Rhonda chased him for an inch or two. Her eyes opened when her lips found no one. She watched Logan turn onto his side and then firmly set himself onto his side of the bed. With a knowing smugness, he brought up her made up rule. It wasn't fair when people played the same games she did and won.<br><br>Wordlessly, Rhonda half-leaped off the bed so she could find her way underneath the sheets to join Logan. Her one arm came to rest beneath her head on the pillow while the other sought out Logan, eager to just feel him in some fashion. She settled for his stomach, though was dangerously close to that waistband she was thinking about moments ago. <br><br>"Mmm. I don't think we can afford any pillows for the wall." Rhonda spoke in a low tone, just above a whisper. She inched closer to him to take the middle ground of the bed where their hypothetical pillow wall would be if there was one. "It was a stupid rule, anyway." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mature Desires</strong> on <strong>26-08-2019, 19:42:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/B5cDpxkCUAAz0ed.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cleo Balleta (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004245#msg15004245)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Manila, Phillipines <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;blue and red/white striped bikini (https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/1046296647599296512/cWoDG7un_400x400.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Devon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open | Devon<br><br><hr>Cleo frowned and shook her head as well as Devon joked about the Romanian judge. It was a good idea just to trade stories and just chat as regular people not without the pressure of the show and everyone else around them and where they were at with their dates. Cleo nodded and lifted her drink to take a sip. "I'm sure you have plenty of fun stories from Albany as well! Everything is relative right? I mean the things I got to do might seem wild and fun to you, but I'm sure I'll be envious of some of the things you say too! Don't sell yourself short. I mean all those things you got to go through certainly helped lead you to this point right?" <br><br>"Stories from my childhood huh? Looking for action? adventure? comedy?..mystery?? I've got everything!" Cleo giggled and winked at Devon as she nursed her drink. "I don't know.. I come from a large family.. We lived I guess in what you would call the suburbs of out here in America. It's pretty common for extended family to be living together so my grandmother is someone I really look at as a mother. I have a bunch of siblings, all different ages. Some are still back in the Philippines others came here or went to Canada. I'm pretty close with the majority of them, mostly my older sister and younger one closest to my age. One lives in LA with me while the other is up in Toronto Canada. Do you have a big family? Are you close with them?" Cleo asked him. <br><br>"But before you answer I'll tell you one story I guess that was kind of wild. When I was about 10 or so a bunch of us from grade school would make our way over to where there was some beaches. I kind of learned how to surf, but I wasn't all that good. A lot of times we just used the boards as floating things so we could paddle around. A few times we paddled really far out to some small deserted islands. It was pretty cool walking through the overgrown stuff. One time we ended up on this island that had these wild pigs on them. They chased us right off of that island so fast!" Cleo giggled more and grinned at Devon "Okay your turn". 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>26-08-2019, 21:41:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/xuLT9ez.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa; Diary Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming costume (https://i5.walmartimages.com/asr/319bb7a4-7d44-47ed-a066-ddb75fd1a955_1.6893083c5b84317b1d85b57aba45a574.jpeg?odnHeight=450&amp;odnWidth=450&amp;odnBg=FFFFFF)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one; Closed<br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://cdn.images.dailystar.co.uk/dynamic/117/photos/361000/620x/love-island-couples-619195.jpg)</div><br>Logan slouched in the chair, his eyes closed, hands rubbing at his face. He let out a very long, very heavy sigh. After a few moments, he sat up enough for his face to be seen a little better. He’d been preparing to spend some time in the pool, it seemed. Or at least, he was wearing his swimming costume. Though he was not yet wet from the water. <br><br>“Rhonda’s on a date…” He started, sounding just as stressed as he looked. “Delaney’s still on her dates…” Logan took another moment to release a strained breath. “And I’m left here at this villa to sit and think about it all.” A hand went up to his hair, raking it backwards and out of his face as his gaze lowered. “And that’s literally all I can think about.” <br><br>Logan released his hair, which fell back in its natural messy bedhead sort of state. “I kissed Rhonda last night in bed… and it was so…” He shook his head, licking his lips. “It was brilliant.” He nodded his head slowly. “Then I met Delaney and she’s absolutely gorgeous but also quite mysterious.” <br><br>He cocked his head to one side. “And we kissed on that date. And it was… Also brilliant.” Logan groaned, chuckling in a bout of frustration. “I have kissed two gorgeous girls and I’ve got to pick one of them to recouple with.” His arms raised, hands pointing up to the ceiling in helplessness. “But the last thing I want to do is upset anybody.” <br><br>Logan leaned forward, his hands dropping like limp noodles onto the arm rests. “Both of them are attractive and captivating. Both of them are funny and smart.” He groaned again. “When I think about it, they’ve got more in common than I’d like, because it’d make choosing a bit easier.” He frowned. “Not that it’ll be easy at all.” <br><br>He took a few moments, sitting in silence and reflecting over everything. Finally, he seemed to find something to share. “With Rhonda, for some reason, things flowed easier. It was like we formed a friendship first and then worked up. But with Delaney, I felt pressured to make a connection, I think?” Logan brought a hand up to scratch at his beard.<br><br>“Don’t get me wrong, she’s absolutely lovely. She’s a lovely bird.” He shook his head again. “But I can’t… ignore the fact that Rhonda and I have the best sort of banter I think I’ve ever had with someone else.” His brows raised. Maybe he hadn’t expected himself to say that. More worry lines creased his forehead.<br><br>“But she’s on this date with this new guy and maybe he’s exactly her type.” He bowed his head. “Maybe he’s what she came onto the show to find. And who would I be to stand in the way of her happiness?” He shook his head and folded his arms. “I know we’ve only just gotten started in here, but,” he paused, looking at the camera. “It’s rough, bruv.” <br><br>Logan stood up and shuffled out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>26-08-2019, 21:53:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img-s3.onedio.com/id-569e201aa71c161139cbad57/rev-1/w-635/f-jpg-webp/s-7a18c882ac5bddf1a76c29969f3567e0585ac97b.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Rhonda</em> | Closed<br><br><hr><br>Logan still tasted Rhonda on his lips. He savored that flavor as his eyes closed and he tried to get comfortable on the unfamiliar bed. It shouldn’t be too hard to do, considering the mattress was only one part of the finest in luxury, reserved for this villa. <br><br>He sensed her behind him, stirring. That smirk was still on his face, until she slid underneath the sheets and moved a little closer. His eyes opened rather quickly. Feeling her hand against his abdomen, Logan roused at the touch, her warmth spreading against his bare skin.<br><br>“No?” He questioned, teasingly when she mentioned no pillows were needed after all. She called it a stupid rule, dismissing it in the same breath. “Hmm.” Logan turned carefully, twisting away from her while he turned onto his back. An arm went behind her head and pulled her a little closer, so that she could cuddle up against him. <br><br>“Let’s go back to no rules, then. And for tonight, how about just a bit of a cuddle?” He suggested, pressing his lips against her forehead in one final, goodnight kiss. “G’night Rhonda.” He whispered. <br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>27-08-2019, 04:34:21</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://liverampup.com/uploads/celebrity/zach-gilford.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Harding (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004164#msg15004164)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight <br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stilwater, MN, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1, July 2019| Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What you see in the pic (http://Outfit URL)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Gwen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gwen, Delaney, Rhonda<br><hr><br>James smiled at Gwen as she stepped into the kitchen. "G'morning," he turned and grabbed a mug from the counter handing it to her "Your coffee, only a little less sweet than you are." and gestured to the plates. "they're all basically the same so take your pick, will start on the toast now. I was waiting for somebody to come down before i did so, hot and fresh toast is always leagues better than regular toast." Turning to the toaster he started loading bread into it, and placed butter, jam and peanut butter onto the table for spreading. "planning on catching some sun I see?" he nodded towards the towel and sunscreen she brought down. "That sounds like a great idea if you don't mind me joining." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>27-08-2019, 13:06:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/322888378/original.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom(s) ---&gt; Villa Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Samantha | Open<br><hr><br class="clear_left">Floating around the part of the pool deep enough for him to do so, Corey nevertheless watched as Sam made her way to the loungers, having seemingly decided to abandon her previous plan of going for a float as well.&nbsp; Or maybe she was setting up for later.&nbsp; Either way, Corey was enjoying the feeling of swimming in the cool but not cold water, with the warm tropical sun beaming down on him.&nbsp; He really hoped he could take holidays like this someday, you know without five million people watching him try and meet a girl.<br><br>Speaking of, Sam replied to his question with a scoff, clearly not having been very impressed with Terry, although from what he had seen, that did kind of make sense.&nbsp; Sam had just been last to arrive so picked last, but in his mind, the loud party guy Terry had probably been picked last for a reason.&nbsp; Of course, with guy after guy asking Grace out, Corey was understandably starting to have rather negative views of the rest of the Island’s male population.<br><br>As Sam continued, applying suntan lotion all the while in a way that was definitely designed to catch the eye, the reveal that two guys were gone put it all in perspective.&nbsp; Sam was definitely trying to save her skin here, as with two guys gone it didn’t take a math whiz (even if he was pretty good) to realize that the ratio was off by two.&nbsp; Which meant Sam and…..Elsa (?) were now vying for spots among the already selected guys.&nbsp; But, until the next coupling, they were fine, right?&nbsp; The rules were still a little murky to Corey.<br><br><em>Wait, do they each get their own bed still? Or do they share one now?</em> Corey wondered, suddenly going wide eyed at the thought, and deciding he best dip under the crystal blue water to cool off.&nbsp; Coming back up, Corey grabbed his cactus buddy again and swiped the water from his eyes.&nbsp; Giving a lopsided smile to Sam, now that he thought he could see the game in motion here, Corey nodded.<br><br>“Well, I don’t love that she had to keep leaving, but that’s the game right?&nbsp; You can’t turn down a date, and at least the first had been a bust.&nbsp; I’m not too worried…” Corey lied. “Like you said, we seem to be getting on well.” Thinking about it though, Corey realized that Grace was on another date, which meant...either Caroline added new people, or she was on a date with Delaney.&nbsp; Now that WAS a worry.&nbsp; Not that he minded if Grace was into girls too, pretty much the opposite, but if anyone had a chance of stealing from him, it was one of the beauties here.&nbsp; After all, Grace WAS after something different, she had said it herself.<br><br>With a scowl replacing his grin, Corey paddled for the side of the pool, levering himself out and making a bee line for his Island Phone.&nbsp; “Excuse me for a sec…” He apologized, grabbing up his phone and getting up to speed.&nbsp; <em>Ok, Terry and Johnny gone.&nbsp; That leaves Elsa and Sam single.&nbsp; Two new people, Mark and Thalia.&nbsp; That should even things out, numbers wise if nothing else.&nbsp; Ok, so Grace is out with either Delaney, Thalia or Mark.</em>&nbsp; Setting his phone back down on his towel, Corey laughed ruefully.&nbsp; “I best improve at looking at this thing, yeah?” He joked, before taking a big leap into the pool only to surface and go back to his floating.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>27-08-2019, 17:56:45</strong>
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				<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> 1 July, 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard | Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimming in plaid boxers<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cleo | Open<br><br><hr><br>Now <em>this</em> was how to enjoy his time here. No talk about true love, or winners or losers, or the social experiment that is reality television. An attractive woman gently cradled against him in perfectly temperature controlled water, a beer in his hand and a margarita in hers, relaxed and just talking. He'd have to prod and tease her about that distaste for metal later, but not quite yet. After all, he didn't want to come off <em>that</em> one note, now, did he?<br><br>She asked a question about his family, but immediately after was launching into a story about her childhood. A rather interesting one at that! He wasn't really even sure quite how to picture it, but the idea of a little Filipino girl and her friends running from a bunch of squealing pigs or boars brought a hearty chuckle to his lips, his chest and shoulders shaking against her.<br><br>"Dang, I hear wild pigs are supposed to be ferocious," he grinned. He took a sip of his beer, a memory of his own coming to mind from roughly that same period. Yup, he'd certainly tell that one. First, however, to answer her question. "Family, huh? I suppose it's kind of big, though largely on a technicality. My mom and dad split when I was about five years old, but they've been friends ever since. No bad blood, just realized they married too young when they were in lust. Both remarried, and I'm pretty cool with both my step-dad and step-mom. So technically I got two dads and two moms. I got a step-brother through my step-mom, but I refer to him as my brother as if we're related by birth. He's three years older than me, but we were into similar things and just generally hung out all the time. My birth sister, however, who is still in College..." Devon shook his eyes, eyes going wide for a moment. "Couldn't be more different, so I just call her my step-sister." He took one final swig of the beer, finishing the bottle off. "Which suits her just fine. She doesn't even tell people she has a brother."<br><br>He gave another chuckle as he placed the bottle on the edge of the pool, opening both of his hands up so he could better pull Cleo onto his lap as they floated in the water together. "So yeah, guess it's a pretty big family. More parents than there are kids.<br><br>"Now then, as for my story," he grinned and tilted his head, looking at the skies above. "So, I was around 10 when I was walking home from school one day. My older brother was about 13 or 14, still in middle-school, and he and I would usually meet at this corner by a 7-11 on the way home. He wasn't there, though. I waited for a while, but he didn't show up. So I started walking towards the middle school, knowing he'd never just ditch me like that. Two blocks down I find him getting shoved into the hedge by some other kid. Evidently he'd been bothering my brother for a few weeks, but my brother never told no one. I dunno what's going on, I just run up and jump, grabbing this bully kid by the back pack. I pull him down and to the ground, and the straps to the backpack snap. This kid sees me with his bag, and suddenly he starts freaking out. 'Give that back!' So I start running, and..." At this point Devon pauses, trying to stifle his laughter. "I have no clue why, but holding those straps, I start swinging the backpack over my head." He demonstrates with one hand, circling his arm in the air. "I then just <em>throw</em> it into the street, where it lands <em>right</em> on some dude's windshield. Not only does the windshield crack, but the backpack bursts open. Not only are the kid's textbooks and notebooks spilling into the street, but a bunch of porno mags are, too. They get caught up in the wind of cars passing on the other side of the road, and..." More laughter, his whole body shaking at the memory of it. "Next thing you know someone's screeching to a halt because their view is blocked by some big-titted blonde spread across their windshield."<br><br>His whole body is shaking with laughter, causing Cleo to bounce slightly against him as he recollects the memory, the moment frozen in time as he had just stood there, looking at the destruction he had just wrought on this crap suburban street. Finally, however, he collects himself, calms.<br><br>"Right, so, bully kid starts yelling behind me. Meanwhile, the driver with the busted windshield is stomping out of his car yelling at me. So I just book it," his hand claps at the water to emphasize the speed at which he ran, "running down the sidewalk and then just turning down a road I'd never gone down before. I see a brown-painted fence and think 'hey, I can lose them in there!' Don't think at all why they might have a fence. So I turn, jump up, and as I'm halfway over the fence I see this pug dog barking at me like I'm a t-bone steak just dangling over that barricade. I turn, see the man <em>and</em> the bully coming after me, while my brother is in the distance looking at me like 'dude what the fuck?!' So I figure he can get away while I got 'em distracted, and try to kind of jump off the fence and into the yard. I fall and <em>immediately</em> the pug's got my pants, trying to tear 'em off. So I just..." Once more, Devon begins to laugh, a hand coming over his eyes as his mouth spread in a wide grin. "I just dropped 'em! Dropped my pants, let the dog have 'em, and ran for the other side of the yard."<br><br>Once more he finishes his laughter, shaking his head. "My mom was sooooo pissed at me." He shook his head.<br><br>Devon certainly felt more relaxed at this point, and though he was only permitted the two beers, the alcohol combined with the conversation and the pool certainly allowed him to loosen up further and relax. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad time after all. Just hang out with people, don't worry about the game, enjoy the company of others. As the night wore on, he and Cleo exchanged a few more stories, but soon the day began to wear on the both of them.<br><br>"I'll meet you up in bed," he had said, their bodies finally pulling away from one another. "I should, uh... definitely change into something more appropriate after toweling off." He chuckled, climbing free of the pool, his plaid boxers now soggy and dripping with a quantity of chlorinated water they weren't really meant to absorb. Taking their empty bottle and glass, he first brought that towards the caterers, now largely just chatting and waiting for the contestants to all head off to sleep. He then bundled the rest of his clothes in his leather jacket, using it as a bit of a protective shell so they wouldn't get wet against him. He headed on up to the rooms, trying to keep quiet as several others had already found themselves in bed together. Finding his belongings, he began to arrange them into a clean and soiled clothes drawer, pulling a pair of lounge pants free to change into. He then withdrew his toothbrush and toothpaste, heading to the bathroom to change and complete his evening rituals.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mature Desires</strong> on <strong>27-08-2019, 19:57:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0f/41/e1/0f41e128f7aa4cd433292cc597ec5d7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cleo Balleta (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004245#msg15004245)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manila, Phillipines <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2, July 2019| Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dressing Room -&gt; Kitchen area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0f/41/e1/0f41e128f7aa4cd433292cc597ec5d7c.jpg), Grey booty shorts, grey sweatshirt, black flip flops <br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Devon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open | Delaney | Gwen | James | Devon (mentions)<br><br><hr>Cleo was finally satisfied with her look and finally stopped looking at her reflection in the mirror. It was painful how much she obsessed over her eyebrows. Everything had to be perfect, especially now that she was on camera all of the time. Mornings were going to be hard especially if there was anything that was happening first thing. Cleo wondered if maybe she should just start sleeping in the makeup/dressing room as she could lie to herself that she would be spending way too much time in here.<br><br>When Gwen suggested braiding hair Cleo thought about it. Changing her look might make her more appealing or it could backfire. It was hard to tell what the guys liked and she had only just gotten to know Devon. Cleo didn't even know what his interests were and what he liked in a girl. There was plenty of time for that and she hoped to spend some time with him later that day. "<strong>Hmm I'll think about it, but I would definitely be happy to braid yours. Maybe some cornrows??</strong>" Cleo joked and giggled.&nbsp;<br><br>When everyone was done getting ready Cleo followed Gwen and Delaney downstairs to the kitchen. While she had made herself some breakfast earlier by herself Cleo made a mental note to seek out someone else next time to enjoy the food with. Hopefully Devon would want to enjoy a meal together at some point. Cleo eyed the mugs of coffee and walked over. Picking up one she looked at James "<strong>Thank you so much! You're so sweet</strong>!" she grinned and winked at him and took a seat at one of chairs. She wasn't very hungry <strong>"I ate already earlier, but thank you!"</strong> Cleo smelled the strongly roasted coffee aroma and closed her eyes for a few moments. It was a far cry from the instant crap she usually had when at home.&nbsp;<br><strong><br>"Seems like there are a few good chefs here.. Maybe they might do a cook off as a competition some time</strong>?" Cleo asked as she nursed her mug. The coffee was delicious but oh so hot. It burned and surprisingly felt good despite the hot environment. <strong>"So what do you two have planned for today?</strong>" she asked Gwen and James. "<strong>I hope your date goes well Delaney!</strong>" she said looking over at the brunette. Cleo pulled her hairband out and let it wrap around her wrist. She tousled her hair letting it hang loose and picked up her mug blowing on the steam rising off of the top.Taking a sip she looked to James "<strong>Wow you make a really good cup of coffee! I might have to put an order in with you every morning!" </strong>she said jokingly.&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>27-08-2019, 20:56:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/ggDY06q/devon-daniels-8.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 | Afternoon | Roughly 1pm-ish?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard | Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shirtless, wearing a black pair of swim trunks<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>What began as a quiet morning soon became a whole bunch of hustling and bustling as people were in and out of the Villa, in and out of the kitchen, completing their workouts, and even hanging around in the pool. It had actually made the morning go surprisingly swiftly, something which Devon was grateful for. While he didn't dislike his job or his hobbies, he'd never really been one to vacation. Having a day with nothing planned was... well, there was something both free about it as well as claustrophobic. Without any obligation, it meant time was yours to waste. He'd never really thought of <em>any</em> moment of his life being a waste before, but now... well, he just kind of felt at a loss.<br><br>He had originally dressed in jeans, boots, and a t-shirt once more before the not-so-invisible stage crew came out and told him that he couldn't really wear that today. He was supposed to "look sexy". Clearly these people didn't understand that less could most certainly be more. An otherwise conservative dress with a slit up to the hip was, quite frankly, far sexier than walking around in a string bikini. An enticement, a promise, but only for those deemed worthy. A challenge, even. Then again, Devon was a bit "Fight Club" when it came to his understanding of what was a masculine form of sexy. Photos of male models in just their underwear? "Is that what a real man looks like?" Yeah, not Devon's style. But, he wasn't one of the ladies, so off with the jeans and off with the t-shirt. On with the black swim trunks it was.<br><br>"What, ya don't have any with skulls on 'em?" one of the camera crew commented. Devon slid his shades on.<br><br>"Who says I don't?" he smirked. The crew smiled and chuckled back, and Devon liked that. He liked the idea of people feeling comfortable around him. If it made the jobs of these people easier, then he was doing what he believed best in the world.<br><br>He descended down the steps whistling the acoustic opening to <em>Dance of Death</em> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTrUwO6xOEI), only realizing as he stepped towards the outer doors that his stomach was quite empty. In fact, it growled with the best of 'em, informing him he hadn't eaten at all today. Looking around, he noticed the kitchen area from yesterday where the spread had been. It looked far more barren today in comparison, though it seemed as if there were still a few dishes and cook wear scattered about. He turned to the enormously sized refrigerator, popping both doors open to scan what was available. He turned back to the stove and sink, then to the others gathered about, and once more at the fridge's contents. Well, it would be a waste to just cook for himself, right? So he pulled out a container of frozen burgers and some of the hot dogs, closing the doors behind himself as he set them upon the counter. He pried open the box containing the frozen patties, allowing them time to thaw a bit before glancing around his surroundings.<br><br>...huh. No grill.<br><br>Digging through the different cabinets. He found a double-sided griddle, flat on one side and with ridges on the other to simulate a grill surface. That would do. He laid the flat-side down over the stove, turning the dials so that he could begin heating the surface. While it was doing that, he began to work on cleaning the dishes left out by any islanders that had left their own plates behind. Not something he minded doing, really. Right now he just looked to soak up time. He understood the name of the game, to have nothing to do but get to know your fellow islanders and your current sweetheart. He was a firm believer in absence making the heart grow fonder, however. Even when he was living with another woman, the two of them had their own stuff to keep them busy. It was very intentionally chosen to prevent them from getting <em>bored</em> with one another. Here, though? With all the expectations? The longer he spent time with Cleo, the more likely they'd be to have a conversation that would end in an argument or disaster.<br><br>This was going to be a good time. He'd make sure people had a good time. He'd have no part in the drama. These were his decisions at this point. Unfortunately, by doing so much of his own thing he was aware he could be inciting drama with Cleo, or perhaps would with whoever he'd get paired up with next. Just how these games worked, he supposed.<br><br>Once he had cleaned the plates and cook wear that was left behind, he hovered his palm over the grill. Oh yes, that was most certainly done. So, one by one, he began to peel the frozen patties apart, laying them on the grill, disposing of the thin paper that separated them. He washed his hands, sought out buns, pulled out different kinds of cheese slices, and began to arrange the condiments before flipping them over. He laid cheddar, American, swiss, and monteray jack on some patties while leaving one or two plain, then sought out some plates. Over the next half-hour, he created his own spread of simply made hamburgers, each with cheese cooked on top, and a pile of hot dogs as well.<br><br>"Burgers and hot dogs for any who want them!" he called out to all in the back yard. He then grabbed a separate plate, arranging different burgers and hot dogs out, and then began to wander throughout the villa towards the camera crew. Most tried to object to any food, but Devon's insistence caused most to break down and accept at least a little bit of something. Satisfied that the different employees were fed, he finally headed back to make his own double-stack cheddar cheese burger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>28-08-2019, 03:59:58</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UrHKa5T.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samantha Jeuil (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15005952#msg15005952)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Perth, Australiia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2, July 2019| Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swimsuit (https://1e7f3e854146f0643211-4e55b2d5f6d9f393414314d5508b43f5.ssl.cf2.rackcdn.com/product-hugerect-542032-131050-1437107490-b463e3473a2af343c11d422086ae95dc.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody Apparently&nbsp; ???<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corey, Open<br><hr><br>"that's the game yeah, I suppose, didn't seem like she was terribly torn about it though." she shrugged as she finished putting on the suntan lotion and laid back against the lounger, closing her eyes against the sun." She waved a hand at his excuse. before grinning at his comment. "Perhaps, unless you want to go all Fuck The Power, but that would probably only get you points with Devon." hearing a splash she grinned again. "look," she said after a while "you seem smart enough to realize what's going on here, I'm on the edge here, all I really care about right now is not being the first one sent home, but putting that aside, forget my motives, and just answer me this question honestly, can you really see a banger like Grace giving you the time of day outside, she's playing the game too, and you're just too sweet to have to deal with a broken heart on telly. you know, forget it, you don't have to answer, just... think on it." she fell silent after that and focused on the feeling of the hot sun warming her body.<br><br>After an hour or so of sunbathing she got up and slipped into the pool, letting out a small "mmm" of relief at the cool waters, and started to frolic in the water, unlike probably most of the other women, not giving a care to keeping her hair dry, she had packed for the occassion and while it was a hassle to deal with, she loved the water too much to keep away from it in any sense.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>28-08-2019, 04:21:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/daSQ0jT.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Montreal, Quebec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July, 2019 - Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan<br><br><hr><br>Rhonda, as best as she could considering the circumstances, watched and felt Logan as he moved about underneath the sheets. His eyes were lost in the dark of the bedroom but she could still see the curl of his smirk on his face. There was an odd pleasure in knowing that was her doing.<br><br>He questioned her reneging on the idea of the pillow barrier, teasingly, she thought, before bringing her in for a cuddle. Despite the move being the furthest thing from hilarious, Rhonda couldn't help but giggle happily at the change in position. There was warmth in the moment that went beyond just them laying together so closely. It felt nice. Did it feel right? Did this moment feel like it was one of pure, unbridled love? Maybe in due time. She wasn't going to ruin it by asking him about it. That'd be a weak move, anyway!<br><br>Logan suggested that it stick to a cuddle and kissed her on the forehead. She resisted the urge to tilt her head upwards and find his lips again. It was a bit late for that kind of game of Marco Polo, however, and Rhonda contented herself with the idea of a cuddle. Almost. A few minutes into their cuddle, she turned her back to him in an attempt to fit a little better into her Logan-nook. Knowingly, her rear brushed against him, in particular that bulge that seemed to only just be contained by his Calvin Klein underwear. With little else following, Rhonda breathed out quietly through her nose in a stealthy sigh, finally closing her eyes to head off to Dreamland.<br><br>Hopefully it was a peaceful night there and not one filled with a near naked Logan prancing about. Or maybe that would be fun? Rhonda didn't think about it for too long.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>28-08-2019, 18:56:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/322888378/original.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom(s) ---&gt; Villa Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Samantha | Open<br><hr><br class="clear_left">Corey was unsurprised by Samantha’s reasoning, although it did shock him that she so blatantly spelled it out.&nbsp; With his mouth already screwed into a scowl, Corey felt the expression deepen at the brunette’s implication that Grace would never have gotten with him if it were not for the show.&nbsp; Was she right, though?&nbsp; Granted, there were not a lot of girls like Grace in any of his social circle, but then, there were not really any of these girls in his circle.&nbsp; Wait, was she trying to get into his head?&nbsp; Looking up at where the brunette was reclined, he narrowed his eyes.<br><br>“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.”&nbsp; Corey said, somewhat unconvincingly.&nbsp; “Well, I think I best get a quick shower.&nbsp; Talk to you, later.”&nbsp; Paddling over to the side of the pool, Corey knew he had a lot to think about.&nbsp; The problem was he was coupled up with a girl, but she kept getting pulled away by the very show that was supposed to be seeing if they could be getting together.&nbsp; Either way, Corey knew he had to keep in mind that there were people here who were all about the game and probably all about the money.<br><br>Heading inside, Corey went directly for the showers, probably the room he seemed to have spent the most time in.&nbsp; Getting cleaned up, Corey felt it was time to get something to eat since he had not really gone in for breakfast.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>End</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>29-08-2019, 00:24:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7b/156698940925441015.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Dinner time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture with this apron (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/71HdntZs6oL._SL1500_.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://mjbcakes.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/21462804_2063171987033703_2684318879908500274_n-400x400.jpg)<br>(https://i.etsystatic.com/8525091/r/il/2624f5/1920201966/il_fullxfull.1920201966_2dz3.jpg)</div>After a rather eventful day with plenty of time on her own to plan it, Grace prepared something rather special for Corey. She hadn’t been able to go out on a date with him today, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t make her own date for them to share together. Right?<br><br>She didn’t forget his big talk from the other day about being an expert in the sweets department. So, that afternoon, she set herself up with all of the supplies that she needed and organized them in the kitchen. <br><br>She had snuck away when no one had really noticed earlier in the afternoon to make the batter that she’d be using for vanilla cupcakes. When they finished cooking, she quickly shifted the tin into the fridge, going so far as to cover it up with foil in an effort to keep anyone else from tampering with the cooling cupcakes. <br><br>After that, it didn’t take her too long to juggle making the frosting and fondant with mixing up a cookie batter. They were simple sugar cookies and one the batter was finished, she molded them into medium sized balls and placed them evenly apart on a cookie sheet, then set them in the oven. <br><br>While they baked, she whipped up a few colors for the cupcake toppers and a few bolder colors for the cookies. Grace was a force in the kitchen, so concentrated on what she was doing that everything and anything else happening outside in those moments went utterly unnoticed by her. She wiped her hands on her apron and set the various bowls out, then filled piping bags.<br><br>She even found a few fancy nozzles for the end to use. Setting aside the ones she liked most, Grace then grabbed some oven mitts and pulled the cookie tray out from the oven and set it atop the stove, letting them cool. All the while, she started to decorate the cupcakes with a generous, creamy blob of pink frosting. <br>&nbsp;<br>The fondant took a little longer to form and shape, but it was clear that Grace had done it before, her fingers moving dexterously and with a certain ease and flare. She shaped them into palm trees and flamingos as well as pineapples. She made one into the number 2 to symbolize their second day at the villa. <br><br>Wearing a big smile on her face, Grace moved the cookies to a cooling rack and plated the cupcakes. When they were ready, she used a knife to shape the cookies, making some look like Hawaiian shirts and others look like hibiscus flowers. She decorated the sugar cookies with brightly colored frosting, then made floral prints on them.<br><br>She plated three of those cookies as well, then brought both plates over to a table which she had purposely set up in the far end of the backyard. For a moment she thought she may have even been far enough to avoid the cameras, but she doubted that.<br><br>With the plates set up, all that was left was to bring Corey over. She turned around to find one of the cameramen hiding in a bush, but keeping to himself. “Do you have a match? Could you light this candle, please?” Grace left a vanilla scented candle in the middle of the table. <br><br>“Thank you,” she whispered to the man after he put his camera down and lit the wick for her. Grace walked back to the kitchen area and took her apron off, pulling her phone out of the pocket. She was about to text Corey, but he appeared before she had to. <br><br>“Oh, there you are.” She grinned, stepping closer to him and winding her arms around him in a sensual sort of hug. “Did you bring the bag from my side of the bed?” She checked his hands. Spotting the bag in his grip, she beamed up at him. “First I want you to open that, then you can go and taste my baking.”<br><br>She bit her lower lip, turning away from him just enough to give him space to open up the bag, which was wrapped up with tissue paper. The paper was covering the red, tropical themed shirt she had picked out for him earlier in the day. “I had to guess your size. I hope it fits.” She grinned, biting her lower lip.<br><br>“What do you think? And please be honest.” She held her breath while waiting for his reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>29-08-2019, 01:02:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/4d/5b/094d5b142474cf8e2ccb68f67d7c4034.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, very late evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Diary Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Suit As Pictured</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbeardresource.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2016%2F07%2Fbeards-and-suit.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div>&nbsp; Jacket, vest and tie are off <br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>Even though it had ended much better than it had started it had still felt like a punishing day.&nbsp; He would do fourteen days straight and each day was fourteen hours long creating a fire break and he would not be as exhausted as he felt right now.&nbsp; He sprawled some on the love seat and cushions as he waited for the green light to turn on and give him approval to start his diary room session.<br><br>He laid on his back across the love seat.&nbsp; His legs hanging over one side as his head hung over the other and he stayed that way when the light came on and he heard the soft tone to let him know his "mic was hot".<br><br>He held up a single finger as he began speaking.<br><br><em>"So I had the full spectrum for dating experiences today.&nbsp; One more tomorrow.&nbsp; I have to admit that after my first one I was ready to just pull the plug on the whole thing.&nbsp; She was pretty brutal...but...well...suffice to say there was no connection.&nbsp; Elsa on the other hand is a darling.&nbsp; She's pretty flattering and nice and I still feel like some of that can be chalked up to a certain amount of desperation as she hopes to be safe during the next recoupling ceremony.&nbsp; If there wasn't so many cameras and I didn't feel bagged from the first date, I feel like there was a potential for things to get a good deal more physical with Elsa but right now...I'm not in a rush for that sort of thing."</em><br><br>He sat up smoothly, his hands resting at the edge of the love seat as he offered a tired smile to the camera.&nbsp; <em>"If there is some kind of drama or bullshit about my date with Grace.&nbsp; All I really would do is encourage people to watch the tapes.&nbsp; Aside from that I'm sure Corey (whom I haven't met), and Grace are an amazing couple and I wish for them to have hundreds of fat babies together."</em> , he nodded his head and stood.&nbsp; <br><br>Leaving the diary room and pausing in the middle of closing the door as he took note of the small brunette wearing a floral print leaning against the wall in the hallway.&nbsp; He quickly averted his eyes from checking her out and ensured that they were clearly on her face...although that did not offer him any respite.&nbsp; He remembered the video...and her eyes.<br><br>He gave her a small smile and a nod of his head as he extended his hand to her in greeting.&nbsp; <em>"You're Delaney.&nbsp; I've heard about you."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>29-08-2019, 02:24:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/312642718/original.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Lunch Time (1pm)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown with Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon - Open<br><hr><br class="clear_left">After his talk with Samantha, Corey would have been lying if he said that she didn’t put a few thoughts into his head.&nbsp; &nbsp;Everyone was here for a game, technically, right?&nbsp; Really, there was 50K on the line, and that could be a life changing amount of money if you applied it right, so there was a very real possibility that there were people who were here for that and that alone.&nbsp; <br><br>Then again, this wasn’t Survivor or Big Brother either, was it?&nbsp; This was LOVE Island, and while the money was supposed to be an incentive (or was it a reward) really the point of all of this was to see if you could find another person to connect to, not to try and get the strongest tossed off, or make alliances or whatever.&nbsp; It wouldn’t pay to ignore such things, sometimes people did crazy and terrible things for money, but he’d be damned if HE would concentrate on such things, even if it meant he ended up going home.&nbsp; At the end of all of this, he planned to face everyone he knew with his head held proudly.<br><br>With that decided, Corey left the shower, dressing in another simple T-shirt and his swimmers before heading back down through the villa to see if anything was afoot.&nbsp; Looking around, Corey spotted no platinum haired girls about, but as he reached the kitchen area the unmistakable smell of grilled meat reached his nostrils and sent his stomach to rumbling.&nbsp; Entering, Corey spotted the burgers first and the big Islander that made them second.&nbsp; Heading right over, food was the one place Corey was never shy, Corey started to throw a burger together for himself.<br><br>“Fuck all, mate, you made all this?” Corey marvelled, deciding the fellow’s double stacked burger looked like just the thing.&nbsp; “Don’t take it the wrong way, but you just became my favorite bloke.”&nbsp; He laughed, before he extended a hand out Devon’s way.&nbsp; “Corey by the way. Corey Dwyer.&nbsp; Don’t think we got to talk yet, what with all the meet and sleep-together business.”&nbsp; Corey joked, the last words muffled as he had already taking a bite of his burger.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>29-08-2019, 17:07:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/ggDY06q/devon-daniels-8.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 | Afternoon | Roughly 1pm-ish?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard | Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shirtless, wearing a black pair of swim trunks, shades<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey - Open<br><br><hr><br>Devon was applying some barbecue sauce to his burger when the younger fellow approached, the absolute excitement over the most simplistic of grill spreads bringing a smile to the metalhead's face. At the moment Corey could see his own reflection of Devon's shades as he finished fixing his own sandwich, gladly taking his hand in a firm handshake.<br><br>"It ain't all that impressive," he replied, waving at the selection of meats available. "We ain't got nothin' but time today, so figured I may as well spend it doing something productive, y'know?" He took a bite of his own burger, nodding his head a bit. The patties purchased were actually pretty decent in quality. Nothing spectacular, mind, but certainly better than the trash you'd get at McDonald's. Halfway through one of those and you're suddenly left wondering why you spent money on such a... "sandwich"...<br><br>"Devon Daniels," he introduced himself back, also slightly muffled as he finished chewing on his bite of burger. After a swallow, he continued. "And yes, I am a secret undiscovered Stan Lee creation." He gave a chuckle, though half the time when he used that line people looked at him with a furrowed brow. "I hope you don't mind, I have a habit of giving everyone a nickname, and up here?" He tapped his head. "I've been calling you Gilligan, and your girl Mary-Ann. Don't worry, no insult is meant. Quite the opposite, you seem like a pretty cool kid." He began working on another bite of his sandwich, leaning back against the sink of the kitchen as he spoke. He turned and looked around the backyard a bit.<br><br>"It's been a bit of a weird and chaotic start though, right?" He motioned with his finger, circling it in the air. "I mean, they suddenly drop two unpaired people in last night, two guys just <em>drop</em> right out, and if I'm reading the phone thing right, <em>another</em> guy was brought in? Is that how this show usually works? I've never watched a single episode of it, so I'm kind of walking blind."<br><br>He wasn't really all that curious about any of it, but <em>everyone</em> asked about things like professions and hobbies and all that on a first meeting. Nah, to really get to know someone, you ask a question they're not prepared for. Thus far, Corey seemed like a real honest guy, but his girl has been gone the majority of the day and Plain Jane was clearly trying to get sweet on him by the pool during Devon's work out time. To get a proper read on just how honest this kid was, he'd get him reflecting on Mary-Ann's absence. It might seem cruel, but Devon wanted to make sure his first read of the kid was on point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 02:30:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRkhU3slmLhHEgt4Vei2sd0cFkXU9dcx8b-W4GC0ijM1JQf7p5N)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace<br><hr><br class="clear_left">It had definitely been a whirlwind of a day for Corey.&nbsp; &nbsp;First he had woken alone, only to find Grace was on a date, and when he finally saw her by the pool, it was only because she was soon enough off on another!&nbsp; On top of that, he had a short chat with Samantha by the pool, one that had filled him with all kinds of doubts.&nbsp; Luckily, he’d had a good lunch, both food wise and conversation wise, having talked with the big American Devon, and at least restoring some faith that all the guys in the Villa were not the absolute worst monsters he could imagine (which was patently unfair since he had barely spoken to any of them).<br><br>Later that afternoon, Corey had decided to explore the Villa grounds a little bit, also giving him some alone time to think off camera (he imagined) , and had spent a few hours just enjoying the views and the weather (even if there seemed to be a section he was told was off limits until tomorrow).&nbsp; &nbsp;Heading back to the Villa, Corey received a text from Grace to meet him out in the backyard, as well as bring a package she had left on her side of their bed.&nbsp; Her side of the bed, how crazy was that?&nbsp; A mere two days in, one night really, was not enough to banish the strangeness of sharing a bed.&nbsp; Nor banish the excitement…<br><br>Running up the stairs, Corey threw on a clean navy blue shirt and some almost black shorts before grabbing the..present?...and heading down to where Grace had said to meet her.&nbsp; As he approached, Corey was able to smell the vanilla candle first, but soon enough that was drowned out by the delicious scent of Grace’s treats.&nbsp; Wrapping the slim, sparkly hair beauty into a hug, Corey grinned as he spotted the laden table over her shoulder.&nbsp; “Wow, those treats look great.&nbsp; YOU look great.&nbsp; And everything smells amazing.”&nbsp; Corey expounded sincerely. The cookies and cupcakes did indeed smell great, but not enough to compare to Grace at all.<br><br>Pulling away slightly, just enough to open the bag, Corey noted his hands quaking a little.&nbsp; “A present?&nbsp; I think it’s cheating to have gotten a present already.”&nbsp; He teased, opening the tissue paper with increasing speed until he revealed the bright red tropical shirt within.&nbsp; “Oy, this is amazing!” He barked, holding the shirt up against his chest.&nbsp; “And I am sure it will fit just perfect!&nbsp; I guess we will find out tomorrow, yeah?”&nbsp; Corey nodded, grinning from ear to ear.<br><br>Lowering the short, Corey leaned in slowly, his intent very clear right up to the point where he was placing another soft, slow kiss on Grace’s lips.&nbsp; Very reminiscent of past night, Corey broke away after a few seconds.&nbsp; “Thank you, Grace.&nbsp; I love it.&nbsp; All this and treats?&nbsp; I’ll be the most spoiled guy here in no time.”&nbsp; He said, thinking that he likely was already.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 02:48:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/312642718/original.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Lunch Time (1pm)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown with Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon - Open<br><hr><br class="clear_left">After the handshake, Corey got down to the serious business of eating since he was able to bring his other hand into play to hold up the big burger. Nodding at the Stan Lee quip since his mouth was full, Corey made a note that Devon seemed to be from the States, which explained why the grilling seemed like no big deal to him.&nbsp; Corey being British and a city boy, had hardly done it his whole life.<br><br>Blinking at the compliment, Corey nevertheless had to really think his way through what Devon was saying, especially since his knowledge of Gilligan’s Island was at the very best, somewhat abstract.&nbsp; “Hold on then, I don’t think that Gilligan ever got with Mary-Ann, did he?”&nbsp; Corey grinned.&nbsp; “That was probably the other dude. The Professor.&nbsp; So, maybe I can get you to think of a new nickname before we’re done.&nbsp; Then again, on this Island full of Ginger’s, I’ll be glad for the Mary Ann.”&nbsp; He laughed, shrugging slightly.<br><br>“Still, you are right though.&nbsp; It’s been bloody mad.&nbsp; I mean, Grace has got asked out on two dates already.&nbsp; &nbsp;I mean, I know she had to go and all, rules are rules, but it’s not the kind of thing to give a guy warm fuzzies.&nbsp; Although, we did share a goodnight kiss, so I hope that counts for a bit.”&nbsp; Speaking too quickly in the vein of the overly concerned, Corey could just HEAR himself rambling like an idiot, and shoved a big bite of burger between his lips to shut himself up.<br><br>Once he had chewed and swallowed though, Corey assumed that a bit of turnabout was fair play, not to mention he was a little curious.&nbsp; “How about you?&nbsp; How are things going with Cleo?”&nbsp; Finishing the burger, Corey absently reached out and picked up a hot dog.&nbsp; “Got to be honest, I thought you’d end up picking Elsa.&nbsp; I mean, no offense, but you look like a Viking, SHE looks like a Viking...it’s like they planned it!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 04:57:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/ggDY06q/devon-daniels-8.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 | Afternoon | Roughly 1pm-ish?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard | Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shirtless, wearing a black pair of swim trunks, shades<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey - Open<br><br><hr><br>Devon smiled as Corey replied, and not just because his instincts were proving on point. The kid reminded him of Slick and a few other of the young lost and listless fellows that wandered into Thrashers back home, but there was already a bit more of a confidence to this one. He wasn't as... <em>helpless</em> as those guys had been. His thumb wiped some errant barbecue sauce that had dripped down his lip, sucking it off as Corey finished his more pessimistic perspective of Gilligan's Island.<br><br>"Ah, no one ever actually hooked up in that show," he said. He tossed his hair slightly, but only because the breeze was already making a bit of a mess of it. He hoped it would catch and steer clear of the space between him and his burger. "There was some crappy TV movie in the 70's where she had some guy back home or whatever, but basically Gilligan or Professor and Mary Ann were one of those... uh... Shipping, right? They were early ships." He smiled though, nodding. "But you see, you get it, right? People think Ginger is hot, but Mary-Ann's the real deal." He was going to continue on about how that ought to describe Gwen, but he contemplated Corey's concerns.<br><br>Yeah, he definitely knew this kid. Listened to 'em at the bar often. Hell, he listened to a <em>lot</em> of love problems at the bar, as well as those struck by cupid's overly aggressive trigger-finger. Fucker didn't have a regular bow, he had a steampunk crossbow capable of chain-firing those stupid bolts. This was always territory that was difficult to navigate, because some of the best guys had lady troubles simply due to over-thinking everything. They'd psyche themselves out so bad and convince themselves that a possibility was fact, and they'd act on those assumptions. Next thing you knew, there was a very confused girl that thought she was falling for a nice guy, but now thinks she's dodging another bad ex waiting to happen.<br><br>Corey, at least, was trying to psyche himself up. <em>Young padawan, there may not be much to teach you after all.</em><br><br>"So here's the thing you gotta keep in mind with this Grace girl," he said, finishing a bite of burger. "She had first pick, right? Any guy, and you certainly weren't the only one that stepped forward. <em>But,</em>" and he gave Corey a friendly poke on the shoulder, "she did not really hesitate in choosing you, did she? And lemme tell you, she looked happy with her choice to me, even as the night wore on. I saw you two on the bed over..." He looked over his shoulder, waving in the general vicinity that they had been the night prior. "Somewhere thataway. Now, I've seen <em>so many</em> first, second, third dates at my bar, and you can tell when people are going to see each other again and when they're not." He then pointed vaguely towards the entrance of the Villa. "Those guys that asked her on dates? We saw the one of 'em yesterday, right? You know what you had that he doesn't?" In a gesture he immediately regretted, Devon pointed at his own chest. "Heart, man. You wear it out there. I saw it when you walked in. Everyone did. I try to be honest, but I mean..." He tapped at his shades. "Still keep the deeper me hidden, ya know? All these guys," his finger circled around once more, "are going to be putting up a facade, but <em>you</em> were you." He then chuckled and shrugged. "At least, that's what my gut tells me, and it's probably what her gut told her, too. So I wouldn't worry about those dates. Plus, distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that."<br><br>Devon shoved more of the burger in his mouth, only one bite remaining. Perhaps he'd laid it on a bit too thick? He couldn't help it, though. He kind of just got into that zone again. It's one of the reasons he loved tending the bar at Thrashers. Got to meet a ton of cool people. Maybe you'd see 'em again in a few days, maybe a couple weeks, maybe never again. But sometimes, he got to lend an ear, and then he got to help someone out. It was like the burgers for the crew, and giving them something to laugh at. It just felt like he was doing something good.<br><br>"As for me and Cleo," he said, chewing up and then swallowing his burger. "She's pretty cool. Has some cool stories, too. Dunno what's gonna happen with us as the game goes on, and dunno whether she'll even want to stick with me. I'm not rolling over and playing dead, but I'm not really desperate to win, either. Just having a good time while I'm here. So..." He shrugged. "We'll see what happens." He then shoved the last of the burger in his mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 05:05:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/66/5b/da/665bda514da6e094c012e5961e366f4b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Lunch-ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa's Outdoor Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini from earlier with a simple blue and white striped cover-up (https://www.lulus.com/images/product/xlarge/3068900_595642.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey | Devon<br><br><hr><br>After her little session in the confessional, Grace returned upstairs after all, just to freshen up. She figured that Corey was still outside, not too far from where she had left him for that complete waste of a date. She fluffed up her hair and changed out of her dress, still wearing the bikini she had on earlier - the one with the pastel colors - and slipped into a simple cover up to wear over it. <br><br>Grace was more than ready to move on with the rest of her day. Thankfully, because he was a new arrival and had more dates to go on, that meant she wouldn’t have to worry about bumping into Mark again. At least not for the rest of the day, probably. Before heading downstairs, she reapplied some makeup in the mirror. Just enough to look fresh and dewy. She smiled at her reflection, trying not to notice the fact that her under eyes were still slightly puffy.<br><br>Hopefully Corey wouldn’t notice either.<br><br>Making her way outside, it wouldn’t take long for her to notice the very appealing aroma that wafted through the backyard. She checked the counter in the kitchen where the crew had been supplying plenty of snacks and food for the islanders. There were some options there - salad, fruit, tuna, grilled chicken - it all seemed incredibly bland. Once she looked up, she spotted the grill and Devon speaking with Corey.<br><br>Walking up to them, she picked up a plate and bumped her hip playfully against Corey’s. “This all smells amazing, did you whip it up?” She asked Devon, obviously assuming that it hadn’t been Corey. “Do you mind if I help myself? I never actually got to enjoy lunch,” she trailed off. <br><br>Grace picked up a bun and started filling it with toppings, then turned to regard the guys again. “Oh, sorry. Do continue. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” She smiled, thinking to herself that it was adorable to find Corey was busy making friends while she was out. <br><br>What had she been worried about, again? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 05:36:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7b/156698940925441015.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Dinner time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br>Grace didn’t think she had to tell Corey to please be honest when it came to describing how he felt about her present. He had struck her as someone who was often honest, even when the truth may have gotten him into trouble once or twice. Of course, when he opened the tissue paper and revealed the tropical shirt within it, his expression and genuinely surprised tone gave him right away.<br><br>Her grin swept over her features, making her seem to shine in the glowing lights hanging on strings outside, overhead. “Thank you,” she whispered, biting her lower lip and stepping close to him again, one hand resting lightly on his chest. “For saying the sweets smell great and for the compliment.<em> You</em> look quite dashing.” For someone who had multiple dates that day, Grace hadn’t been on the receiving end of many compliments. <br><br>But one from Corey was evidently all she needed, actually. Indeed, one from him felt a thousand times better than a hundred compliments from a bloke she wasn’t interested in.<br><br>Corey thanked her for the shirt and mentioned he’d be trying it out tomorrow. “I’m just so chuffed that you like it,” she admitted, her smile still firmly intact. When he leaned in a bit closer, Grace met him halfway and returned his kiss with a steady sort of fervency. “Mmm,” her lips vibrated against his as she released her contented noise, just as their lips parted. His comment about becoming the most spoiled lad in the villa made her laugh gently. <br><br>“Let’s hope so. That’s my plan for keeping you with me, you know.” She joked. Grace grabbed hold of her water bottle and refilled it quickly, then did the same with Corey’s. “I hope you’re hungry. And there is plenty to share, so I’ll just leave these here.” She turned, setting the bottles down and putting the trays of other cupcakes and cookies out on the kitchen counter. “Or perhaps it’s best that I let you taste test before I go offering these to the rest of the villa.” She smirked.<br><br>Grace led him over to the table, carrying their bottles with her. She set them down on the table once they got there and lowered herself onto the chair opposite his. “I really just wanted to make you some treats and see what you thought, like we talked about the other night.” She admitted. <br><br>“Also, I sort of wanted to… make time to go on a proper date with you. I figured I’ve been on two dates today and the only person I wanted to be on a date with... was you. I didn’t need those other dates to tell me that, either. But, since neither of us have the date perk, I’m making us our own date.” She grinned at him, her face brightened by the candle in front of her. <br><br>“And the first thing I wanted to do on this date was share one of my biggest passions with you. Baking is like… making art to me, if that makes sense.” She confessed. “So, here we have the tropical flowers and shirts to go along with your gift,” Grace pointed as she spoke about each creation. “And the cupcakes have some island friendly themes on them, along with the number two just to symbolize that it’s day two of being here, but more importantly, of being a couple.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 02:46:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9f0bU30.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Evening after dates.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa - Outside the diary room.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Sundress, &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/63/c3/3d/63c33d5dbd820542f6c448b229c3e729.jpg) blue sandals, this Lapis Lazuli necklace. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/79/76/a9/7976a91c957ec2691985e6d55e4b4cc5.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Love Island was a special kind of hell and on at least two dozen occasions she had questioned her sanity for agreeing to these terms. She felt as though she’d been put through the emotional wringer, and as she settled her back against the wall in relative quiet (and privacy) she finally stopped fighting the exhaustion. It washed over her like the comfort of a hot bath, tactile and welcome because it was honest and unguarded. Her blue sandals dangled in one hand, the sandy remnants of her day at the beach clinging in gritty patchwork to her feet and ankles. A shower and good night’s rest were in order. <br><br>She was standing, her head tilted back against the wall and her eyes closed when the diary room door opened. Slowly she righted herself and rubbed one foot absently against her ankle to brush away the sand. His voice drew her attention just after that and for a brief second the surprise at seeing an unfamiliar face registered on her features. <br><br>“Oh...well, all good things I hope?” she laughed quietly and shifted her sandals to the opposite hand before offering him her right hand and the same cheerful but unassailable smile she’d been wearing all day. <br><br>“And you are?”<br><br>He was tall. A good inch taller than Devon but broader in the shoulders. Owen was closer to his build, but again shorter. Blue eyes. Light-ish hair. Tattoos. <br><br>And a suit. <br><br>What kind of crazy bastard chose to wear a suit in this weather? Though it looked as though the heat had managed to get the better of him. Little did she know the missing pieces of his attire were actually courtesy of Elsa’s capable hands.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 14:59:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/312642718/original.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Lunch Time (1pm)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown with Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon, Grace<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>As Devon spoke, Corey found himself nodding more and more.&nbsp; The guy definitely made some good points, and in the way of twenty-somethings everywhere, it seemed that the few years between them (not to mention what were probably countless life experiences) had given Devon a wisdom that Corey definitely lacked.&nbsp; Then again he was certainly not too shy to benefit from it, even if there was a chance that he was simply enjoying it because it was what he wanted to hear.&nbsp; Not that Devon had any reason to help him feel better, and indeed he had fifty thousand reasons not to.<br><br>“Yeah, I think you are right.”&nbsp; Corey nodded, squirting a generous helping of ketchup onto his hot dog.&nbsp; “Truth was, she said she didn’t have much of a connection with the first guy, and I am hoping for the same for the second.&nbsp; If I risk sounding a little full of myself, I think it’s because she wants to see how we play out first, at the very least.&nbsp; She DID say she was looking for something different than she was used to.”&nbsp; Taking a big bite of his dog, Corey considered what that meant, especially in light of what Devon was saying.&nbsp; If Grace wanted something different, and the guys here were all trying to put on the same facade, well, that could only help him out right?&nbsp; <br><br>Feeling much better about things, at least for the moment, Corey instead turned his attention to the other Islander, instead of inward.&nbsp; &nbsp;“So, that’s all then, so far?&nbsp; A few stories?&nbsp; I take it you aren’t really here for romance?” Corey asked.&nbsp; He wondered what Devon did for a living too, but he didn’t want to bombard him with a thousand questions at once.&nbsp; No sooner had he finished speaking than Corey noted Grace’s approach like his eyes were already tuned to immediately spotting her in a bikini.&nbsp; Surprised briefly, that was a FAST lunch date, Corey nevertheless found that just as relieving as Devon’s words.<br><br>As his Island Girl approached, Corey grinned at the hip bump, only stopping from trying to snake his hands around Grace’s waist due to the fact that he was eating and he wasn’t sure they were all ketchup-y.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Not interrupting at all.”&nbsp; Corey replied, grinning conspiratorially at Devon.&nbsp; “Have you met Devon, Grace?&nbsp; He is my favorite.”&nbsp; He continued, laughing at his own joke.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 15:01:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/4d/5b/094d5b142474cf8e2ccb68f67d7c4034.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, very late evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Diary Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Suit As Pictured</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbeardresource.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2016%2F07%2Fbeards-and-suit.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div>&nbsp; Jacket, vest and tie are off <br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>She had a good hand-shake and she looked him in the eye when doing it.&nbsp; Which actually wasn't that common.&nbsp; He suspected it had to do with the job she referenced in her video.&nbsp; She was in mining and he suspected that she had to deal with guys most of the time, no doubt guys who wouldn't be considered particularly progressive.&nbsp; Being gorgeous...even when tired probably made that a good deal more difficult.&nbsp; He had met women similar to her in his job...and no doubt she'd met guys like him.<br><br>His hand was hard, calloused but he didn't squeeze her hand or try to prove something...pull something with their handshake.&nbsp; Firm. Brief. Met with a short sharp nod of his head and an easy smile. <br><br><em>"All good things.&nbsp; I'm Mark.&nbsp; I just landed."</em> , he released her hand and moved it to the back of his neck.&nbsp; Rubbing it self-consciously.&nbsp; <em>"It's been...busy, since I arrived."</em>&nbsp; She really was attractive...not a surprise considering the job central casting did for the show.&nbsp; She did however look as tired as he felt.&nbsp; Still attractive...but tired.<br><br>He was only fifty percent successful with women today however and he wasn't feeling hyper confident about telling a woman she just met that she looked tired.&nbsp; He slipped smoothly out of her way and into the hall, giving her access to the diary room.<br><br><em>"The diary room is all yours.&nbsp; Sleep well when it comes."</em> , he turned to head down the hall and then paused to look back at her.&nbsp; <em>"I hope we get to talk tomorrow Delaney...and I like your necklace."</em><br><br>He gave her a small smile...he looked tired...nodding his head once to her and then turning completely and leaving her for her diary session.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 15:34:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRkhU3slmLhHEgt4Vei2sd0cFkXU9dcx8b-W4GC0ijM1JQf7p5N)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>After the kiss broke, Corey dwelled in the afterglow of it for a while, the feel and taste of Grace still lingering on his lips and giving her other treats a real bit of competition to deal with.&nbsp; “Oy, I love it.&nbsp; Like I said, I will be sure to wear it tomorrow, when I don’t have a good chance of getting crumbs or frosting on it.”&nbsp; Corey teased, his eyes watching as Grace moved to set down the two water glasses, although for once he managed to keep his gaze in proper places.&nbsp; <br><br>Following Grace in sitting, Corey took his place and felt a chuckle bubbling up at her words.&nbsp; “Oh, that’s your plan then?&nbsp; Treats will certainly help, but I don’t think you’ve have struggled in that regard in the least.&nbsp; Now you’ve got me wondering if I need to come up with a plan of my own!&nbsp; The competition here can be stiff, I am seeing.”&nbsp; Corey went on, his tone light-hearted as he felt more confident and that he could joke a bit about Grace having gone on two dates already, since neither had ignited a spark.<br><br>“And, well,&nbsp; I promise to give you my honest opinion…” Corey lied, reaching out to pick up a shirt cookie to start with.&nbsp; He was certainly not going to take the risk of ruining anything by telling Grace he didn’t like her baking, but as he brought the cookie up for a bite, he was not worried in the least.&nbsp; Just from the smell alone he knew they were going to be fantastic.<br><br>And they were!&nbsp; Taking a good bite, Corey chewed and chomped away, his eyes fluttering closed briefly in sugar coated bliss.&nbsp; “Mmmf.”&nbsp; Corey groaned.&nbsp; “Bloody hell these are good, Grace. You’ve definitely got some real talent here.”&nbsp; Grinning, Corey popped the rest of the shirt cookie into his mouth, rapidly scarfing it down.&nbsp; “I might have to get up with the workout crew tomorrow, if I am going to be eating like this all the time.”&nbsp; &nbsp;As Grace discussed her dates, Corey nodded along, his face definitely growing a little more serious.<br><br>“Yeah, I’ll admit I didn’t love having you get pulled off for dates most of the day.&nbsp; Although I guess, it’s a compliment, right?&nbsp; I mean, clearly the other geezers here find you attractive, and I am the lucky one to get picked by you.”&nbsp; Watching Grace across the candle’s light, Corey added a wink to his smile. He was feeling a bit more at ease around Grace, and it was starting to show.&nbsp; “And I am very glad you decided to have your last date of the day with me!&nbsp; And brought treats and presents.&nbsp; Although, now you’ve got me wondering what I can do to make it up to you for doing all this, and I’ve done is show up to eat!”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 16:13:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, early...early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside villa - by daybeds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slim legged athletic pants, no shirt,&nbsp; red compression socks and running shoes, red ball cap turned backwards Logo on Front (https://smokejumper.ca/assets/uploads/2016/10/parattack-logo.png) <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Written on back</div><div class="spoiler_body">Crew 7 - Bricks</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>He had a very...very long shower after his diary room session. In his defense the shower had a place to sit...or possibly a place for women to put their foot on whilst shaving their legs.&nbsp; He felt it made an excellent stool and he took his time cranking the water temperature from cold to hot...and back to cold...and then more hot.&nbsp; The heat of Majorca enticed him to cool down in the shower...but the hot water just felt better psychologically.&nbsp; Inefficient water usage?&nbsp; Sure.&nbsp; But fuck it...he was on vacation...ish.<br><br>People were already in bed with one another and it felt a little odd to walk past them all in his boxer briefs and clothing in his arms, a toothbrush handle first stuck in his mouth and realized just how many people were here that he didn't know.&nbsp; It felt like how he felt when he first arrived at Fort St. John...awkward...anxious...not knowing where he stood.&nbsp; He wasn't a fan of feeling like that.&nbsp; Outside was the plan.&nbsp; He recalled a number of lounge chairs near the pool and decided that they would work well enough.&nbsp; Majorca certainly didn't get cold enough at night to require blankets so the chairs would work fine.<br><br>He placed a neatly stacked pile of clothing near one of the chairs and let out a content exhalation as he settled down upon it.&nbsp; He messed about with his phone a bit, wrinkling his nose as he tried to download Spotify onto the phone and repeatedly got denied.<br><br><em>"Fascists..."</em> , he yawned...stretching and growling in irritation.&nbsp; He was going to miss having music but he supposed licensing fees and playing music that was not approved by the producers could be a nightmare for the show.&nbsp; Tossing the phone off to the side where it landed on the next chair over, it thumped against the mattress before turning over and promptly falling asleep.&nbsp; Soft and brief snores coming from him now and then as he slept on his stomach like he had just fallen from a great height and landed on the chair that way one arm and an opposite leg hanging over the side.<br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">05:07</span></strong><br><br>Was the display on his phone as silently slipped of the lounge chair in the backyard where he had fallen asleep the night previous.&nbsp; Pleased that his internal clock was still working despite being out of sorts with all the travel.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was still dark but there was just a hint of light as the sun grew closer to their part of the horizon.&nbsp; It had the effect of turning things a surreal blue-grey amidst the darkness.&nbsp; He found the quiet of the very early morning soothing, the dim light as well.<br><br>Soothing but not conducive to getting dressed efficiently.<br><br>While being on the island was going to derail his diet, he was not willing to also let it derail his exercise regimen.&nbsp; The modelling thing had been an interesting distraction but right now...he missed his job.&nbsp; His real job...and if he hoped to return to it he would need to be at optimum fitness levels.&nbsp; The job got powers of magnitude more difficult if you weren't fit and if it got difficult...you died.&nbsp; Worse; someone else might die.<br><br>The sun had not risen yet but that was alright.&nbsp; There would be enough light to get dressed and get started.&nbsp; He gathered the pile of clothing and his running shoes he'd had the forethought to prepare the evening before passing out from more mental and emotional exhaustion than physical.&nbsp; Padding about softly in his bare feet and boxer-briefs as he got dressed. Taking a moment to slip on a pair of slim-fitting athletic pants, compression socks and a red ball cap, put on backwards. Whistling softly to a tune in his head as he got down on one knee and began to put on a shoe and lace it up, thinking that he couldn't actually remember a time he had been on a vacation.&nbsp; As far as vacations go...this was an unusual one with no shortage of drama but still.&nbsp; It was hard to deny how pleasantly peaceful this moment was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 17:59:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Daybed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tank top, pink panties. (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/5u1d23-l-610x610-underwear-pink+panties-panties-alexandra+daddario.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br><br>The night before had been a whirlwind. Her brief interaction with Mark followed by an absolutely lackluster diary entry had rounded out the night, and while waiting for Mark to finish his century long shower she had fallen asleep on the couch. By the time she roused enough to recognize he was out, it was the early hours of the morning so she’d changed clothes and crawled directly in to bed, unfortunately, sans shower. <br><br>Delaney was feeling the weight of sleepless nights. The unique stress of this place and the disgustingly oppressive heat of sleeping on the patio coupled to create a perfect storm. Her guess was that very few of the Islanders were sleeping well but that didn’t ease the sting of gradually drifting awake before the dawn. <br><br>Before the sun, just before it, was the coolest time of the night. The warmth had faded as much as it was going to and had yet to begin the slow, unpleasant ascent to sweltering. If there was any respite from the climate, it was then. <br><br>Unless you lived in a house full of 15 other people. <br><br>At least one of which has to be <em>that guy</em>. The one that wakes up at the ass crack of dawn to do... whatever the fuck he was doing. <br><br>It came to her like a dream...the soft but rustle of shoes against pavement. Distant at first her eyes stayed closed. She stirred gently, probably unnoticeably, and had just started to fade back into that comfortable, languid sleep of early morning when she heard the whistling. <br><br>She didn’t wake abruptly but little by little became more aware until the hazy state of half-sleep gave way acutely to annoyance. <br><br>"Are you serious?" she grumbled quietly at him from her cocoon of blankets. <br><br>At first from where he was he could probably see a mass under the fluffy comforter and possibly the top of her head. She stirred a bit more discernibly then pulled the blanket down from her face to look at him.<br><br>Peering from the daybed were disgruntled blue eyes, furrowed brows, and an unruly tangle of hair that...at some point...had kind of been pulled up into a messy bun. <br><br>"Why are you here?" she added. Despite her impatience with the whole deal, her question seemed imbued with a playfully interrogative tone.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 18:12:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, early...early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside villa - by daybeds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slim legged athletic pants, no shirt,&nbsp; red compression socks and running shoes, red ball cap turned backwards Logo on Front (https://smokejumper.ca/assets/uploads/2016/10/parattack-logo.png) <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Written on back</div><div class="spoiler_body">Crew 7 - Bricks</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>Startled, he froze in the middle of tying his laces.&nbsp; He suspected that there were people using the daybeds considering how many people were currently in the villa but he didn't think he was being so loud as to wake someone up.<br><br>He closed his eyes a moment...really not wanting a fight with another of the women in the villa.&nbsp; Only to then open his eyes and turn his head to regard the sight before him.&nbsp; A semi-tousled, semi-scowling, semi-darling looking woman.&nbsp; It took him a moment to place the face in the dim light.&nbsp; Each passing heartbeat, the sun grew closer to the horizon and the darkness subsided revealing more and more of his surroundings; up to and including the woman who was sternly asking him questions.<br><br>It was Delaney. Which was odd because she wasn't inside sleeping with whomever she was coupled with.&nbsp; He shook his head slightly, still kneeling as he spoke.<br><br><em>"What are you..." </em>, he shook his head slightly and lowered his tone to something more quiet.&nbsp; <em>"I'm so sorry.&nbsp; I didn't mean to be so loud.&nbsp; Are you alright?&nbsp; Why are you outside and not with your partner?"<br></em><br><br>He realized the last question was possibly a more personal one...particularly to a woman that was giving him a bit of a glare from atop her fortress of blankets and cushions.<br><br>He suddenly felt a bit...uncovered at the moment as he hadn't bothered with a shirt...normally he wasn't so "hey look at me!" , but in this case he had been given the explicit instruction to get air time and...well...he suspected he knew what would get him more air time.&nbsp; So...shirts off when and where possible.&nbsp; That and even though it wasn't as hot right now as it would be later in the day...it was still hot.<br><br>Majorca...lovely; but the heat hammered him flat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 18:22:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Daybed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tank top, pink panties. (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/5u1d23-l-610x610-underwear-pink+panties-panties-alexandra+daddario.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br><br>"I'm the one asking the questions here." She teased, her voice still drowsy and hoarse. <br>&nbsp;<br>Leaning back into the pillows she gave herself a brief second to compose her thoughts and rubbed the graininess from her eyes. While she wasn't looking at him anymore he could see the blankets start to stir as she pulled herself up into a seated position and struggled with the comforter. <br>&nbsp;<br>"I'm the Love Island pariah." <br>&nbsp;<br>Teasing was better than grousing, but he wasn't all forgiven. Though he seemed nice and even in that moment she could acknowledge it, there was something off-putting about people that were functional human beings in the morning.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I'm not in a couple at the moment… So… Not sleeping in the bedroom either." <br>&nbsp;<br>Delaney stifled a yawn then began the tedious work of untangling her hair elastic. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Right as rain though... except being awake before dawn. That's significantly less awesome."<br>&nbsp;<br>He was personally responsible for two of her woes now, the first being the lack of shower the night before and now her lack of sleep. Joining him in the shower would have been considered a bit forward even for the likes of Love Island, but the amusing thought of joining him shirtless seemed to gain traction as she took a quick glance over him. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Who are you shacked up with, then?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 18:30:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, early...early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside villa - by daybeds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slim legged athletic pants, no shirt,&nbsp; red compression socks and running shoes, red ball cap turned backwards Logo on Front (https://smokejumper.ca/assets/uploads/2016/10/parattack-logo.png) <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Written on back</div><div class="spoiler_body">Crew 7 - Bricks</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>"I'm the one asking the questions here." , was her initial response and he bit his lower lip to keep from grinning a little too much.<br><br>He still had not moved from where he was on one knee in front of the day bed.&nbsp; Seemingly, her bed.<br><br>She did get to the actual reason why she was sleeping outside and he could say that he wasn't a fan of that.&nbsp; She should have the chance to sleep inside like everyone else.&nbsp; Being forced to sleep outside...no matter how nice it might be...it should be a choice.&nbsp; He frowned a moment as he thought about it and decided then and there that he was going to try to fix it for her for the following night.<br><br><br>He turned from her a moment, frowning in thought as she shared with him that she wasn't in a couple.&nbsp; Grace had said only Elsa and Samantha were single.&nbsp; Logan had said only Elsa was single and didn't expand on anything about Delaney except to go silent and day dream some.&nbsp; &nbsp;Something was definitely...up.<br><br>He shrugged slightly as he finished tying his first shoe.&nbsp; Speaking in a slightly loud whisper, it coming out of him like a low rumble.<br><br><em>"Maybe if you let people ask more questions they might not treat you like a pariah?&nbsp; Maybe if you were nicer to the people that wake you up before dawn?"</em> , he whispered to her in as matter-of-fact a tone as he could muster as he tied his second shoe.<br><br>He looked back to her and lifted his eyebrows slightly...before eventually giving her a conciliatory smile. <br><br><em>"Listen.&nbsp; I'm really sorry.&nbsp; I'm just going to be over at the weights...but I'm not using the weights.&nbsp; You won't even hear me.&nbsp; I promise."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 18:51:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Daybed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tank top, pink panties. (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/5u1d23-l-610x610-underwear-pink+panties-panties-alexandra+daddario.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br><br>"Maybe if the people doing the waking did it in a <em>nicer</em> way, I’d be less irritable." she chimed back, smiling despite herself. "Besides, we both know that being nice to people doesn't win Love Island." <br>&nbsp;<br>Clearly she was being facetious. They both knew this game was played better with honey than vinegar and as the conversation continued her annoyance slowly faded. <br>&nbsp;<br>"I bet all the ladies want to be nice to you when you smile like that though." <br>&nbsp;<br>For the first time during this interaction she laughed, a soft, genuine sound that faded in short order and in her attempt to be quiet was surprisingly intimate. There was no way for her to know what had been said to him. Until just the night before she hadn’t known there was a new face in the villa at all. This was all news. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Whoa, wait a minute there." <br>&nbsp;<br>She was already shifting her way from the tangle of blankets as he mentioned leaving. <br>&nbsp;<br>"I'm awake now. Since you're responsible, I hardly think it's fair for you to just leave me hangin'...Mark, is it? I think you should stay awhile. Tell me what on Earth posses you to be up and about at this hour...and which one of these gorgeous women you're coupled with..."<br>&nbsp;<br>She grinned and added at a whisper.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Apology only accepted if you stay."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 19:06:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, early...early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside villa - by daybeds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slim legged athletic pants, no shirt,&nbsp; red compression socks and running shoes, red ball cap turned backwards Logo on Front (https://smokejumper.ca/assets/uploads/2016/10/parattack-logo.png) <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Written on back</div><div class="spoiler_body">Crew 7 - Bricks</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br><br>She was...something.&nbsp; The whisper..."Apology only accepted if you stay."&nbsp; That was...yeah...she was distracting.<br><br>His conciliatory smile became more wry when she mentioned all the ladies being nice when he smiled.&nbsp; That...most assuredly was not the case.<br><br>He gave her a playful grin as he "whisper-talked" in response, <em>"Well then..."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;His decision right now would elicit a number of text messages to his real phone once he got home.&nbsp; He had two exes that would take no small amount of offence if he agreed to skip his workout and stay in bed...or in this case, near bed with a complete stranger.&nbsp; Admittedly, a pretty and lightning-witted stranger.&nbsp; There was no shortage of arguments with them at times where they were genuinely hurt by his need to get up and exercise no matter how good his reasons.&nbsp; Still...they were exes for a reason and while Gina had her own reasons for him being here.&nbsp; It would be nice...he supposed if there was some personal growth.<br><br><em>"...I guess I have no other choice than to stay with you and keep you entertained during this unfortunate and trying time."</em><br><br>He placed both hands against the ground and shifted smoothly to the balls of his feet.&nbsp; Standing and moving over to sit on the edge of the bed.&nbsp; Frowning a moment as he realized he couldn't then look at her while talking to her...or he could turn and sit awkwardly at the edge of the bed but that was...well...awkward.&nbsp; His face brightened as he took note of the lounging chair near to the day bed.&nbsp; So...dragging that closer to the bed, he then settled down next to her if not beside her.<br><br>He met her eyes once more and really got a genuine look at her.&nbsp; Even moreso than the previous evening outside the diary room.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had incredibly intense eyes...aside from that she was lovely...and seemingly smart.&nbsp; She was going to be a problem.&nbsp; He shook his head slightly.&nbsp; <em>"I've had two dates and no real time to meet anyone else.&nbsp; There's no coupling as yet."</em>&nbsp; , he gave her a satisfied smile.&nbsp; <em>"As to why I'm up.&nbsp; I'm always up at this time.&nbsp; I need to stay fit for my job...well...my real job."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 19:08:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7b/156698940925441015.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Dinner time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br>Between the kiss that they shared and the sweets that Corey was about to eat, Grace certainly hoped that he had a sweet tooth - and no family history of diabetes, ideally - because he was in for a sweetness overload! She smirked to herself in the wake of their kiss, her lips feeling pleasantly tingly and still tasting quite like him. <br><br>They really needed to make more time for snogging. <br><br>She felt her grin only stretch wider when he reiterated that he loved the shirt. It was clear that Corey was being sincere about it. Though she thoroughly expected him to over embellish if he felt that the situation called for it. Maybe her cookies were an eight out of ten, but Corey would have said ten all day and night because he knew it would make Grace feel special. <br><br>Of course, she didn’t know that for certain and it was just a hunch about Corey, but Grace had a tendency to be right when it came to listening to her intuition. “I can’t wait to see how it looks on you,” she added. Red may have not been everyone’s shade, but she had a feeling Corey could pull of red… and blue. <br><br>Once they were sat down, Corey could hardly contain himself and had to pick up a cookie straight away. Grace giggled as she watched him. “I don’t think you need a plan of your own. But, maybe you do.” She shrugged, obviously only returning his playfulness. “I’ve no doubt that you’re more than capable at coming up with something brilliant.”<br><br>After promising to give her his honest take on her baking, Corey practically ate half of it in one bite. Grace flitted a hand over her mouth as she laughed. Her eyes sparkled as they lit up. “Really?” She inquired after he declared them ‘bloody good’ and said she had some ‘real talent.’ Grace was still grinning absolutely ear to ear while Corey took a few moments to eat the rest.<br><br>“Well, that is a relief. I’ve been worried all day over whether or not you’d like my baking,” she coyly teased, chuckling heartily. His comments about having to get up early with the others who exercised made her laugh. “Maybe that is my true plan, then. Getting you into a sugar induced coma for my own personal gain.” She let out a bout of laughter, clearly joking. <br><br>When Corey admitted he didn’t like her being pulled away for dates all day, Grace nodded somberly, reaching across the table to take hold of his hand. “I missed you whenever I had to leave.” She confessed. He said it was like a compliment, that the other lads wanted to take her out. She smiled softly when he said he was the lucky one, being her choice. “I feel lucky, too.” She licked her lips, seemingly slightly nervous about what she was going to say next.<br><br>“I know that loads of people here are interested in going out on date after date with different lads and birds… And I only really want to spend time with you. I sort of hope that I don’t get asked out on anymore dates. Unless you’re the one asking.” Her smile stretched and her cheeks flushed gently as she released his hand and sighed contentedly. “Maybe it’s too early to put all my eggs in one basket, but that’s how I feel. I can’t help it.” <br><br>Corey mentioned that he was glad she chose to save the last date for him, and she had to nod at that. “So am I.” He mentioned that he felt the need to make it up but she wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “You’re already doing it. Just by being yourself, Corey.” She stood up from her seat and carefully leaned over the table - avoiding the candle - to plant another kiss against his lips. When she finished and sat back down, Grace giddily pointed to the cupcakes. “Now you’ve got to try these!” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 19:20:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Daybed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tank top, pink panties. (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/5u1d23-l-610x610-underwear-pink+panties-panties-alexandra+daddario.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br><br>&nbsp;<br>She watched him bring himself to his feet, because of course she did. Unrepentant. It was definitely worth a look. He seemed reasonably tall and incredibly fit from her angle and it was made all the more apparent by his Majorca appropriate attire.<br><br>There was a visible flash of disappointment when he decided not to sit on the bed, though it passed soon enough as she realized his position in the lounging chair allowed an unhindered view of his abs....and his shoulders...and just...the man was stacked. As he settled she hastily combed her fingers through her hair then secured it back with the elastic. Half presentable would have to do.<br><br>Grinning, she turned to her side and shimmied back down into the newly straightened blankets and propped herself up on one elbow so she could meet his eyes as they spoke. With the comforter tucked under her arm and without missing a beat, she continued their exchange. <br><br>"I’m pleased you’re capable of seeing reason, Mark." <br><br>He had no way of knowing how stingy she was with smiles in the morning, but suffice to say he had redeemed himself and <em>probably</em> on account of more than the merits of abs or single villa status. <br><br>"And what is your real job? For that matter, what is your <em>unreal</em> job?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 19:30:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, early...early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside villa - by daybeds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slim legged athletic pants, no shirt,&nbsp; red compression socks and running shoes, red ball cap turned backwards Logo on Front (https://smokejumper.ca/assets/uploads/2016/10/parattack-logo.png) <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Written on back</div><div class="spoiler_body">Crew 7 - Bricks</div></div><br><hr><br>She had a real nice..."just woke up thing" going on.&nbsp; He found himself wondering what her hair smelled like.&nbsp; What the slender line of her neck smelled like.&nbsp; There was a warmth to her smile and her eyes...well...yeah.&nbsp; Eye contact was never a problem for him but Delaney upended all of that.&nbsp; It was difficult to deal with her eyes really...he felt a bit...laid bare before her gaze.&nbsp; Like she was some manner of imperious queen from one of the books he had read when he was little...like Galadriel when she said that she would be beautiful and terrible as the morning and the night.<br><br>All shall love me and despair...<br><br>He gave her a small, secretive smile at the thought before he drew in a breath and focused on what she asked.<br><br>He tried to settle more into the chair.&nbsp; They just weren't built for guys his size...<br><br><em>"So my really real job is smoke jumping."</em> , he paused a moment and narrowed his eyes slightly, making an estimate about whether or not she would know what that is.&nbsp; Figuring her job...he guessed she might.&nbsp; He then smiled...reaching back and rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. <em>"My unreal job of late...for the last six months I've been doing some modelling.&nbsp; It's an unmitigated disaster."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 19:42:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Daybed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tank top, pink panties. (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/5u1d23-l-610x610-underwear-pink+panties-panties-alexandra+daddario.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br><br>The way he was shifting in his chair wasn't lost on her and the barest hint of amusement threatened to show at the corners of her mouth as he spoke. He was a gentleman it seemed, though no small part of her regretted that. She was surprised to note that each and every man she’d kept company with in this villa had been a gentleman (so far), even that ne’er-do-well JJ. <br><br>As the dusky blue light of early morning crept in over the patio, she watched him move, saw him smile and felt the thrill of it. The air was already starting to warm, though a soft breeze rustled through the covered area where the daybeds sat. Definitely bikini weather.<br><br>"So...what you're saying is that you're bold enough to put your ass on the line and parachute in to some of the most remote and rugged locations on the planet in order to fight fires.....but you won't lay on this bed next to me?" <br><br>Her grin blossomed as if on cue and just to drive the teasing home she added. <br><br>"I don't bite." <br><br>It was probably a lie.<br><br>"...Or model." <br><br>That at least was the truth.<br><br>“I’ll scoot over. You can have this side.” <br><br>She was already in motion by the time he was afforded an opportunity to respond. There was a brief but diligent re-stacking of pillows and the sound of her shuffling over to the other side of the bed. <br><br>“You can even lay on top of the covers if that makes you more comfortable.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 20:06:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, early...early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside villa - by daybeds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slim legged athletic pants, no shirt,&nbsp; red compression socks and running shoes, red ball cap turned backwards Logo on Front (https://smokejumper.ca/assets/uploads/2016/10/parattack-logo.png) <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Written on back</div><div class="spoiler_body">Crew 7 - Bricks</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br><br>She wasn't really giving him any sort of opportunity to say, No.&nbsp; Or to insist that he as fine where he was.&nbsp; Or that it might be nice to just be in a bed with her.&nbsp; This wasn't highschool nor his first time in a bed with an attractive woman.&nbsp; So there was no reason for him to feel...nervous.&nbsp; Yes, she was attractive...and fun but he certainly didn't need to be scared of her.&nbsp; She was grinning and teasing him.&nbsp; Challenging him in a way...and a good part of him did not want to be found lacking in her eyes.<br><br>He gave her a very small smile...as if he was truly assessing her and the situation they were in.&nbsp; Silent as the sky above them was slowly turning from black...to a murky grey with the faintest hint of blue as the rising sun grew closer and closer to the horizon.<br><br>As things grew more clear...so did Delaney.&nbsp; She seemed to shine this early in the morning despite her protestations about the morning.&nbsp; She looked better and better with each passing moment.<br><br><em>"I'm just a big believer in a lady's right to choose."</em> , he held her gaze despite the warmth that seemed to dance through his abdomen. <em>"...but...it seems like you're giving me permission so..."</em><br><br>He smiled...and then seemingly, suddenly aware that he was smiling too much he squashed it some by drawing his lower lip into his mouth.&nbsp; He reached down to untie his shoes, slipping them off before getting out of the chair.&nbsp; Taking off his ballcap and tossing it onto the chair he had been using and then shifted smoothly onto the mattress beside her.&nbsp; Rather than laying down completely...he scooched back far enough so that he could sit...or sortof recline against the pillows present on the day bed.&nbsp; He wasn't have a significant amount of success with it however as the pillows seemed to slowly slide out from under him whenever he leaned back. <br><br>Pressing his lips together in irritation, he gave Delaney a competent smile.&nbsp; <em>"I got this..."</em> Reaching back and adjusting the pillows again...only for them to slide out from under the weight of him...again. So it went for about thirty seconds as he grappled with the slippery pillows until he realized Delaney was there...and watching him.&nbsp; Giving her an awkward smile...resting his arms against his chest and sitting back against the pillows again...a soft, slithering sound accompanying the pillows as they slid away...and he simply held his position...as though it were an awkward sit up.<br><br>Giving her a semi-confident grin...looking totally relaxed...or maybe the opposite of it.<br><br><em>"This is...completely comfortable."</em> , he shook his head slightly...in a fully convincing manner.&nbsp; <em>"I'm...totally not doing a sit up right now."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>01-09-2019, 04:36:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/ggDY06q/devon-daniels-8.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 | Afternoon | Roughly 1pm-ish?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard | Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shirtless, wearing a black pair of swim trunks, shades<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey, Grace - Open<br><br><hr><br>Devon nodded as he finished up the last of his double cheeseburger, though he wasn't quite feeling sated yet. It was unwise to work out without a proper breakfast after, but the morning had run in such an unorthodox manner for him that this was his first meal of the day. Nevertheless, turning to face the mess of the grill and some of the other cooking implements he used, he felt the compulsion to clean it up. It was a habit he seemed to develop after working at a bar. Someone got up to leave, you immediately took the glasses away, wiped their spot down, and when there was an opportunity you cleaned the glasses so they could be used by someone else.<br><br>He chuckled a bit at Corey's comment, though. He was quite receptive to his advice about Grace, but he was as... <em>standard</em> in his thinking about romance as most of the others here were.<br><br>"I'm here," he began, eyebrows rose as he turned on the water faucet, "because I lost a bet." He moved the grill and all the cooking implements to the sink, where he began the process of washing them. "Now, I'm gonna have as good of a time as I can while I'm here, but when it comes to romance?" He looked around at the pool area for a moment. Did he really want to go into another rant? Nah, he'd lectured the kid enough, and he had already spilled his guts to Cleo the night prior about all this. He'd keep it simple. "For most of us, it's lust at first sight. Rarely is love instant. Rarely is it found. Love just... happens." He smiled as he turned back to Corey. "But every so often... very rarely, love happens really quick. I think you and your girl got that chance."<br><br>Speak of the devil, at nearly that exact moment the platinum-haired paramour approached, delighting in the scent of cooked food. He chuckled as he began to lay the cleaned utensils out on a towel.<br><br>"I mean all I did was toss stuff on a grill," he shrugged. "I'm cooking capable, but I'm not really a cook. I'll leave it to some other fellow here to impress on that front. Still, help yourself. I made enough for everyone." He resumed the washing of dishes as she and Corey had their comfortable greeting. Both of them seemed to illuminate once they were in the proximity of one another. Devon grinned. They were so adorable he might have to tear the head off an Elmo doll to make up for the over-abundance of cuteness later.<br><br>He had to stop and give a hearty laugh as Corey introduced him as his favorite.<br><br>"Careful now, Grace," Devon laughed, shaking his head. "I might just be out to steal your boy there." He let the laughter wear down as he finished scrubbing down the grill. This was, naturally, the worst part, with all that meat and grease cooked on there. It allowed the couple a moment to catch up with one another, however, before he finally had everything washed off and ready for use once again. At that time he stepped around, snagging a hot dog to slip in a bun with ketchup and mustard. He looked out over the pool once more. Where had Cleo gone to, anyway?<br><br>He then looked back at the couple now beside him.<br><br>"I dunno how you guys were planning on spending the rest of the day," he said during an opportune break, "but it seems to me the name of the game is to just kill time until they stir up the pot some more. So whaddya say we stir up the pool? I'll text Cleo, and we can all have a bit of a race at the deep end. See who can do... I dunno... ten laps fastest? Is that too few or too many?"<br><br>Placing the hot dog in his mouth and holding it there, he patted the pockets of the swim trunks -- wasn't fashion so strange that even a man's swimwear had pockets when they were such a novelty on <em>any</em> women's clothing? -- and found the phone. It took him longer than it should take a Millennial, but he finally punched a message out to her (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15052815#msg15052815), inviting her down to the kitchen. Message sent, he grasped the hot dog before it became a proper mess hanging from his mouth, resuming his devouring of the processed meat wobbley.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 14:38:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/66/5b/da/665bda514da6e094c012e5961e366f4b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Lunch-ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa's Outdoor Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini from earlier with a simple blue and white striped cover-up (https://www.lulus.com/images/product/xlarge/3068900_595642.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey | Devon<br><br><hr><br>As soon as she was spotted by Corey, Grace noticed the surprise on his face. Undoubtedly, it was a pleasant surprise for him to be able to see her so soon after she was pulled away. But, at the same time, he must have been silently wondering about what happened. Grace opted to mime her feelings about the date to Corey. First she sighed, then she rolled her eyes, and finally shook her head, a look of pain etched into her features.<br><br>Nevertheless, Corey was just as happy to see her as Grace was to see him. And the freshly grilled burgers, too. He set her at ease by saying she hadn’t been interrupting anything and then introducing her to Devon; his favorite. He laughed at that, even before Grace reacted with a wide eyed, jaw slacked expression. “Your favorite, is he? Absolute favorite? Are you sure about that? Can’t think of anybody else who might be above him just a teensy bit?” <br><br>Grace giggled aloud, obviously only giving Corey a hard time. The fact that they could joke with each other and have a laugh together after such a short time was truly a good sign for her. It had been too long since she really laughed with a guy she was also attracted to. In her past, those two things seemed to never go together. The more attractive a guy was, in her experience, the more drama seemed to follow him round.<br><br>She was hoping that with Corey, he was one of those pots of gold at the end of the rainbow. Both funny and attractive, without any drama. Was she asking for too much? Perhaps. But her gut told her that she wasn’t. For whatever that was worth. “I’m pleased to meet you properly Devon. I’m Grace, and I suppose I’ve been demoted to second favorite,” she joked, grinning. Devon laughed about it too, suggesting he might steal her boy.<br><br>“Maybe your favorite can teach you how to toss stuff onto a grill,” she teased further, setting her plate down and snaking an arm around Corey to hug him sideways. Devon downplayed his efforts with the grilling, but Grace waved a hand at him as if to disregard that. “Oh, nonsense. You’re a cook if you can grill. Regardless, thank you for some proper food. I couldn’t stand another salad.” <br><br>Devon went to the task of cleaning off the grill and allowed Grace a moment to speak to Corey. She didn’t whisper to him because that would have made Devon feel like he wasn’t a part of the conversation. She was still loud enough that Devon could hear, despite a softer tone. “That date was probably the worst on Love Island history. I told him straight from the start that I… really like <em>you</em> and wanted to get to know <em>you</em> better. He asked if I needed to leave and I said it was probably for the best.”<br><br>She rolled her eyes again, a big sigh escaping her. “Then he basically shouted at me from across the balcony, after he got himself up from the table to leave. I apologized and asked him to sit with me to at least eat lunch and talk. But he said he no longer wanted to. He also called me the ‘problem’ and said that I didn’t deserve to be on the show and neither do you, if we’re not going to go about the process like everyone else.”<br><br>It was clear after her concise summary that Grace didn’t much care to speak about it anymore after that. Of course, if Corey asked for more details, she’d share them with him. Flustered and annoyed, Grace huffed out a sigh and went back to dressing her hamburger. She put all the toppings on it and squirted a bit of ketchup onto the meat, then squished the top bun down against it and picked it up for a two handed bite. She groaned in delight at the taste.<br><br>Devon mentioned playing a game to kill some time and Grace perked her brows in intrigue. She examined Corey’s expression, licking some ketchup from the corner of her lips. “I’m warning you now, I’m rubbish at athletics.” She chuckled, taking another big bite of her lunch. Devon texted Cleo so that she could join them and Grace grinned. “Not saying I wouldn’t, but isn’t there a rule about not swimming right after you eat?” She held up her burger and looked animatedly worried for a second. <br><br>“Right, that’ll be my excuse for when I make us lose.” She laughed, turning to grab her water bottle and sip some refreshing, ice cold water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 18:34:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Daybed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tank top, pink panties. (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/5u1d23-l-610x610-underwear-pink+panties-panties-alexandra+daddario.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br><br>“It looks comfortable…” she teased, one brow arched and still grinning like a fool she gently reached out to tuck the pillows back under him, but to no avail. <br><br>When that didn’t work she took it upon herself to work toward a different solution, and she untangled herself from the blankets as he held his position. A wry, amused smile preceded a small laugh as she slipped out of bed. Wearing her underwear, a tank top, and an absolutely delighted grin she tiptoed gingerly but quickly over the pavement to the other daybed and absconded with a few of the spare pillows.&nbsp; <br><br>“Needs more pillows…”<br><br>Like more cow bell, only better!<br><br>With his permission, unless of course he was a crazy man and declined, she began the careful work of tucking the extra pillows beneath him at first from a standing position next to his side of the bed, then from her side. <br><br>When she finished she was kneeling next to him on her side of the bed and seemingly quite satisfied with her work. Whether it would hold had yet to be seen, but she’d wedged at least one pillow fully between the gap left by the mattress and headboard. Nothing if not thorough. <br><br>“Or...I guess you could just lay down, but that seems too easy…”<br><br>Morning was in full swing and had transitioned from the grey blue of a fading night to the soft pink and gold of a rising day. She took a deep, satisfied breath and settled herself back into place laying on her side on top of the blankets, her arm looped under her pillow as she looked at him. She was awake now and still tired, but enjoying the quiet. No one else was awake yet and it provided an unexpected respite from the chaos.<br><br>Soon enough the moment would pass, and she’d find her way off for a hot shower but for now she was content.<br><br>“So you went on dates, then? How was that?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 19:35:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, early...early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside villa - by daybeds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slim legged athletic pants, no shirt,&nbsp; red compression socks and running shoes, red ball cap turned backwards Logo on Front (https://smokejumper.ca/assets/uploads/2016/10/parattack-logo.png) <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Written on back</div><div class="spoiler_body">Crew 7 - Bricks</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>There was something decidedly casual about the moment which only proved to make it feel more intimate.&nbsp; It wasn't some kind of t.v. show with strangers but it felt more like a Saturday morning after a very long week.&nbsp; It might have been the way she took the initiative to solve his tragic bedroom problem without any sort of fanfare.&nbsp; She just...went and got some extra pillows.<br><br>Or...it might have been the sight of her in a tank top and panties.<br><br>There was a never ending parade of women in swimsuits or bikinis here at the villa.&nbsp; He could make the logical argument once more in his head regarding the fact that there is really no difference between a bikini and what Delaney was wearing right now but logic tended to melt into a warm, sparkling puddle when in the presence of her eyes; or the curves of her body.<br><br>“Or...I guess you could just lay down, but that seems too easy…”<br><br>There was the same gentle and warm teasing that she seemed to enjoy as she knelt on the bed next to him and he responded with a rueful smile.&nbsp; Settling back against the cushions she had been so kind to fix for him and resting one hand against the back of his neck once more as he spoke.<br><br><em>"Yeah..."</em> , he spoke quietly.&nbsp; A mixture of growl and whisper as she laid on her side next to him.&nbsp; <em>"I've never really been one to take advantage of the easy road..."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Staying in his seated position he gave her a more genuine and open smile.&nbsp; <em>"So I would think that lying down with you in a bed would set the bar impossibly high for any other encounters I have with the other women here."</em><br><br>He laughed quietly...<br><br><em>"The dates that I have had so far...while nice...well...I can say that a surprise sunrise date with you is a welcome respite."</em>&nbsp; He bit his lower lip and gave her a curious look...letting his eyes meet hers and hold them as he spoke.&nbsp; <em>"Delaney, I'm not even remotely sorry I ruined your sleep."</em><br><br>He looked away...watching the deepening colours of the sunrise, his nostrils flaring as he drew in the scent of the ocean deeply...as well as the soft scent of the bed sheets that smelled like her.<br><br><em>"I learned how to salsa last night with Elsa.&nbsp; That was fun...and this morning I have a date with Rhonda.&nbsp; What about you?&nbsp; How is your experience here?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 21:03:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Daybed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tank top, pink panties. (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/5u1d23-l-610x610-underwear-pink+panties-panties-alexandra+daddario.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br><br><em>"So I would think that lying down with you in a bed would set the bar impossibly high for any other encounters I have with the other women here."</em><br><br>“Fine…” she said in playful concession of his argument. “I’ll spare you...but just this once.” <br><br>The thought that this was a positively defining moment for him tickled her. She smiled a bit wider, as though she had stopped once since their conversation started, and embraced the comfort of her pillow and his company. Her own sequence of dates had left her feeling conflicted and tired and the step away from that dynamic was welcome. <br><br>“Totally worth it.” <br><br>He looked out across the sunrise and she gave it a few passing glances, but her attention remained primarily focused upon him. <br><br>“That sounds like an amazing date...I haven’t interacted with Elsa yet, but she seems lovely..” she considered her own day, all beach dates and most assuredly no salsa-ing. <br><br>“My dates were a mixed bag...I had my breakfast with Logan. It was really nice, he seems easy to get along with and there was definitely chemistry, but he’s committed to Rhonda.” <br><br>She didn’t belabor how that all came about, and wasn’t keen on dwelling on it so moved on. <br><br>“My lunch date fell through...twice...so I went paddleboating with the production crew instead.” <br><br>Maybe one of the high points, if she was being honest.&nbsp; <br><br>“My dinner date was lovely and with Owen….he’s a bit more difficult to get a read on so I’m not entirely certain how he feels about it, but I had a nice time.” <br><br>Delaney drew another thoughtful breath and let the silence linger briefly.<br><br>“Everything feels...chaotic and stressful.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 21:35:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, early...early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside villa - by daybeds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slim legged athletic pants, no shirt,&nbsp; red compression socks and running shoes, red ball cap turned backwards Logo on Front (https://smokejumper.ca/assets/uploads/2016/10/parattack-logo.png) <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Written on back</div><div class="spoiler_body">Crew 7 - Bricks</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>Looking at her was difficult.&nbsp; Women that have just woken up should not be as appealing as Delaney.&nbsp; She shared information about her dates and it seemed like she'd had an experience similar to his own.&nbsp; Not bad or great...and just trying to make sense out of all of it.&nbsp; He didn't hesitate to look at her though, surprise registering on his face at the last thing she said.<br><br>Myriad emotions seemed to dance through the blue of his eyes before he slid down out of his seated position and laid in bed with her.&nbsp; On his side, his head propped up on one hand...his previous comment about laying in bed with her entirely forgotten about, her opening up to him about this whole process seemingly smashing down his desire to keep a bit of distance between him and her.<br><br><em>"Right?!"</em> , he spoke for the first time...not in a whisper-growl.&nbsp; The exotic sunrise over a crystal ocean having been forgotten about as he had a better view at the moment.&nbsp; <em>"The last day has been so stressful and I don't even..."</em>&nbsp; He shook his head slightly...<br><br><em>"So in my job...sometimes we're close enough...and prepared enough that we get oxygen canisters and face masks to protect us from smoke inhalation. So it covers your whole face..." </em> , he reached out to her with his free hand, not touching her face but his large, open hand all but concealed her beautiful features and momentarily moved downward to her throat before drawing it back.&nbsp; <em>"So from forehead to neck...you're covered and it suctions right on because of your breathing..."</em> , he was looking at her...but she could see his eyes go a bit distant...looking at her but not seeing her.&nbsp; <em>"So you have it on...and the fire nearby is roaring and the wind and heat is enough to push you over...and all you can hear is your breathing while you try to tighten the straps as quickly as you can because once it seals...you really can't breathe.&nbsp; You need to secure everything before you turn on your bottle of air because you don't want to waste it.&nbsp; You'll need every second of it."</em> He shook his head slightly...&nbsp; <em>"So you get it on...and the first few breaths you take are hot and smell like rubber and taste like dirt and soot and every time...every time there's a little flare of panic."</em><br><br>His eyes came back to her...and he cleared his throat, not smiling... <em>"So you turn your bottle on and cold, clean oxygen comes rushing into your mask and it's just...everything is going to be alright.&nbsp; Get back to work." </em> , he shook his head slightly.&nbsp; <em>"That's you.&nbsp; You're oxygen."</em>&nbsp; He paused, his lips parting slightly as he realized all that he just said...pressing his lips together and shook his head slightly.&nbsp; <em>"I just...I mean talking to you is like breathing pure oxygen."</em> Motioning with his free hand... <em>"I mean that it's just nice...to stop feeling stressed and anxious and just...talk to you.&nbsp; You know...talk to someone I mean that is as easy to talk to you as..."</em><br><br>He stopped talking...no longer laying down and sitting up once more...having not wanted to get so...exposed.&nbsp; He nodded his head slightly as he looked out to the sunrise once more and turning to give her a smile.&nbsp; <em>"You're just nice to be around.&nbsp; I'm sure the crew had a great day in the paddleboats with you."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 23:33:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, noon-ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Exercise area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Swim Shorts</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn11.bigcommerce.com/s-6ehfk/images/stencil/original/products/8115/24103/Addicted-Mesh-Rainbow-Swim-Short-ADS178-01-White-F__38252.1560732424.jpg?c=2?c=2&amp;imbypass=on&amp;imbypass=on)</div></div> , red compression socks and running shoes<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> J.J. , Grace<br><br><br><hr><br>The competition ending was a bit of a blur for him.&nbsp; He remembered everyone sort of cheering in that enthusiastic, "Hey! We're all on t.v. and we're all winners!" sort of way.&nbsp; In fact...after the kiss with Rhonda and the subsequent reaction by Logan.&nbsp; Everything was a blur and it was hard to focus.&nbsp; &nbsp;He could feel his heart hammering inside his head...it really was close to all he could hear.&nbsp; He remembered Logan shouting at him and he remembered seeing crew rush in, a couple grabbing him by the shoulders as well but he really didn't care at that point.&nbsp; Logan could get to him or not.&nbsp; Logan could beat the hell out of him or not.&nbsp; He remembered the look on Rhonda's face and realizing just how badly he had misstepped.<br><br>He remembered telling Grace that their date was not a shining moment for her.<br><br>This...most assuredly was not a shining moment for him.&nbsp; There were a number of reasons why he had done what he did and none of them were good but again...seemed like a good idea at the time.<br><br>For the rest of the competition he kept his eyes downcast; a maelstrom inside his head and he was relieved when the competition was over.&nbsp; He was the first off the patio and left the crowd behind, eager to be free of the competition and the whole failed moment. He made his way to the backyard, crouching down at the edge of the pool, his forearms on his knees and his hands hanging loosely between them as he struggled emotionally with what he done.<br><br>People were going to be disappointed in him.&nbsp; People that were real.&nbsp; People that mattered.&nbsp; People back home.&nbsp; It was like a knife twisting in his abdomen and he looked up a moment...exhaling.&nbsp; Watching the clouds drift overhead in a bright blue sky.<br><br>This is what going crazy feels like.<br><br>He didn't know what to do.&nbsp; He didn't know how to move past it.&nbsp; Normally he could see a way around or through problems but this...he didn't have a fix for.&nbsp; He watched the light of the day play and dance across the cerulean surface of the pool...thinking...trying not to think...trying to stop his heart from racing.<br><br>He pushed off of his knees with his forearms....standing and making his way towards the exercise equipment.&nbsp; He felt as though he had no agency...no control...and he understood that it was more him than anything else but he needed to find a place where he felt as though he had control once more.&nbsp; He was happy to see that there were weighted jump ropes inside the small hut and choosing a ten pound rope he went back outside and began to move.<br><br>It didn't take long to find a rhythm with the rope and the strain against his shoulders, back and forearm were a distraction from how he had acted earlier.&nbsp; He regulated his breathing.&nbsp; He stopped thinking.&nbsp; He just let the heat of the Spanish day hammer down on him as the yellow, weighted jump rope cut through the air under him and overtop of him, a low hum surrounding him as the rope moved. Alternating between bouncing on his toes and heels and finding solace in doing at least this simple thing right.<br><br><br>Letting his eyes drift towards the display on his phone on the nearby weight bench, he could see he'd been at it for a little over thirty minutes.&nbsp; He could feel it but...right now the best thing that would help would be to just burn off what was left in his tank.&nbsp; Exhaustion was a good cure for anxiety so he continued to push, letting the heat of the day surround him and distract him from the morning's antics.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>03-09-2019, 01:47:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/MN8BkGh/devon-daniels-6.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> July 3rd, 2019 | After noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Villa's Competition Area -&gt; Diary Room -&gt; Showers -&gt; Wandering the Villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black T-Shirt with Kiuas Spirit of Ukko album art (https://www.soundi.fi/wp-content/uploads/old/soundi/record_review/Kiuas_The+Spirit+Of+Ukko_1652.jpg), Sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), Jeans, Black leather belt, Boots<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Devon wasn't sure if he was the first gone, but he was gone before the final secret was read aloud. He heard the prize and knew he'd be contacted. He'd link up with Corey later to discuss how they'd spend their potential hang-out. Right now, though, he needed to get to that Diary Room. He needed to beat everyone else there. Besides, enough painful secrets had been shared, enough that could potentially assassinate someone's character. He didn't need to know what "scandalous" truth had yet to be revealed.<br><br>Corey and Grace had certainly helped him feel better about things, but now the weight of the secret and its wording was weighing upon him. His strides became greater and greater as he hurried off, feeling as if things needed to be explained <em>now</em> despite the fact that the episode was not yet airing. He wanted to make sure things were clear. At least, as clear as he could make them.<br><br>He hadn't paid much attention to the layout of the place when they had gone over it, and he didn't really imagine he'd <em>need</em> the diary room. Just a secluded spot to talk behind someone else's back, right? Turned out, no... but he inevitably found where he needed to be.<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://cdn.images.dailystar.co.uk/dynamic/117/photos/361000/620x/love-island-couples-619195.jpg)</div>Shutting the door behind him, Devon suddenly felt... exposed. There was one <em>clearly visible</em> camera situated right in front of the seat. It made it seem as if it was the only spot you were caught on tape. But <em>everything</em> was on tape. Everywhere. He could have discussed it in front of any camera at any point. This was just the <em>obvious</em> camera. The one you were <em>supposed</em> to know was present. All the others were hidden away, the crew doing their best to remain as invisible as possible. Professional voyeurs, and he the idiot exhibitionist that chose to put his most private truth on blast to the televised world for no reason but a lost bet.<br><br>Devon swallowed, then stepped over to the chair. He sank down slowly, removing his sunglasses from his face. He stared at them for a moment, collecting his thoughts as best as he could. He imagined sitting in the corner of Thrashers, his closest friends in the whole world around him. Marshall, his boss. Slick, following Monica and Lezzy around like their pet puppy. Jersey and Stitch in the corner, the bar's own Jay and Silent Bob equivalent. Bumbles, smacking at the bar top without any sense of rhythm. Moms and pops, the most metal pair of geriatrics the world has ever known. Odin, his fellow bartender.<br><br>...and her, sitting in what was once her usual stool at the corner of the bar, lifting a finger and shouting "Hey Hanson!" He smirked, nostrils flaring in a gasp of a laugh.<br><br>When he looked up into the camera, his eyes shone with imminent tears.<br><br>"To my friends at Thrashers, I'm sorry," he began. He immediately realized he was sounding like he was recording his last will and testimony. "To all of you. I, um..." His eyes scanned back down once more, fingers fidgeting with his sunglasses. "You all know that <em>something</em> happened, even after we split... and you're no doubt confused because they said she <em>cheated</em>." He shook his head, looking back at the camera. "She <em>slept with</em>, but it wasn't when we were together... they misunderstood me... so first, it's not..." His voice caught in his throat, and immediately he unfolded his shades and slipped them back on. He bit his lower lip and looked back at the ground. God, how must she feel right now? How humiliated? If there was a God, then let him be kind enough that she never know this secret was let out. Let her never believe for a moment that he thought of her as <em>cheating</em>. "It's still my fault," he said, once the tears had been suppressed enough. He looked back up, shades still on. "I'm the one that caused us to split up in the first place. And I'm the one that didn't realize until it was too late."<br><br>He couldn't help it. A tear fell, dripping free below his shade. He only hoped the camera was far enough away it would go unnoticed. "So please, no hard feelings towards her. You all know the story, and now you know why I suddenly fell into a funk a month later. It was all me." He swiped his thumb across his cheek, clearing the tear from it and doing his best to make sure no others broke through.<br><br>"As for... well... you know who you are," he said, his voice trembling with the restraint of holding back so much emotion. "I hope you're not watching. This is one big fuck hole of a show, after all. But in the event that you are..."<br><br>It didn't work. Tears poured from his eyes beyond his shades. He suddenly stood up, grabbing the chair, lifting and flipping it over in irritation. At who, he didn't know. Was it at himself? This damn show? God, he just didn't know. He stood there, his back facing the camera, one hand on his hip as the other spread out beneath his shades, covering his eyes. His face contorted into all the grotesque shapes a crying man can metamorphosize into, but after a few moments he had finally collected himself. He turned around, crouching down onto his haunches. He pulled his shades away and allowed his eyes, puffy from tears, look into the camera aperture.<br><br>"I'm sorry," he said. "I never wanted you to know because I had hurt you enough. I didn't want this to be on your conscience. It was my mistake, my fault. So please, just..." He placed the palms of his hands together. "Just please keep living your life without me. Keep being happy without me. And please, <em>please</em> understand that their wording was absolute bullshit. You did me know wrong."<br><br>And that was it. There was nothing else he could say of the matter. He stood up, turned away from the camera, wiping what tears and such he could from his face before fixing his shades back on. Looking down at the chair, he sighed, bending down to try and pick it back up. He arranged it as neatly as he could, making sure that the next guest would be able to use it as if nothing had happened at all. He imagined there'd be quite a line.<br><br>He stepped out of the diary room and did his best to avoid eye contact with anyone present, almost bum rushing his way to the bathroom. Glad to find no one else inside, he ran the water, dropping his shades on the sink before cupping the cool liquid into his hands and running it over his face. After doing his best to erase any signs of his emotional state he gazed back up at the mirror.<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://cdn.itv.com/uploads/editor/medium__dchIgPOR0gHTRYsmIA7zbqOlH6TZcwVOyJp4LfN0NA.jpg)</div>His heart still felt like a toxic dump of nuclear waste radiating poison throughout his soul.<br><br>God awful lyric potential aside, he decided he needed to do something about it. Sadly, he lacked his music and instruments, so he couldn't release his rage that way. Currently alone, he looked around, contemplated locking the door. Even if he could, though, he imagined the crew would rush in with a fire axe for fear that he was now suicidal. People were sensitive these days, after all. Still, this was the one place without cameras, right? Couldn't catch someone walking around with their scrotum or tits just bouncin' around like the udders of a cow in an old Disney cartoon. But ever since he'd come back he was curious about something.<br><br>The acoustics.<span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em></em></strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>"THE PRICE OF EXISTENCE!" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RIF-eXs-oxk)</em></span></span> he screamed... or growled... or perhaps scrowled. <span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>OUR STAGNANT BODIES BOUND IN A TIME OF THE LIVING! AND NOTHING'S WHAT IT'S BEEN! I HAVE DROWNED IN THIS VAGUE WORLD!"</em></span></span><br><br>His legs parted, knees bent with one heel rising and falling to keep his beat. His arms balled into fists as his eyes stared up towards the ceiling. The muscles in his neck tensed and his face contorted as he tore his throat raw from the rage and sorrow and frustration he screamed out.<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>WE PRETEND, BUT THE MADNESS ALWAYS ON DEEP INSIDE OUR SLEEPING STATE, WHERE OUR BLACK THOUGHTS THRIVE!"</em></span></span><br><br>His arms then spread, fists unfolding so that his fingers splayed out invitingly, looking forward towards the door, almost as if expecting someone to step through. His voice now changed, sounding a bit like James Hetfield's live voice (https://youtu.be/iG5v_qx9q6M?t=79) while singing melodically, before jumping back to the scrowling.<br><br><em><strong>"I CAN'T BE!</strong> <span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">I CAN'T BE!</span></span> <strong>THE ONLY ONE!</strong> <span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">THE ONLY ONE!</span></span> <strong>THAT SEES THIS! THAT FEELS THE </strong><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">FUMES FROM THE MOTORS! DELUSIONS START TO EAT THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT! CAN WE EVER CHANGE OURSELVES, THE STRANGE?! STRANGE! WE'RE HIDING THE KNIVES, SCARED OF WHAT WE'LL MEET!"</span></span></em><br><br>With the guitar echo in his mind, Devon brushed strands of hair behind his ears, taking a step back, then another, but then planting his heels as if ready to grasp a microphone in front of him. He closed his eyes, recalling the sight of being on a claustrophobic stage in some dive bar in New York smelling of piss, cigarettes, weed, Jack Daniels, vomit, and -- depending on the neighborhood -- sex.<br><br><em><strong>"AND IN MYSELF I FEEL THAT I'M ALWAYS OUTSIDE THE REALITY! (https://youtu.be/RIF-eXs-oxk?t=111) AND INSIDE MY FRAGILE ME LIES THE TRUTH CONCEALED! HIDDEN DEEP DOWN IN MEEEEE~!"</strong></em><br><br>His hands balled into fists once more, curled up as into an old fashioned boxing pose, but his back arching as he looked up towards the sky, hair hanging down freely as he let the notes carry as long as he could. Throwing his head forward, hair suddenly falling in front of his face like some creepy Japanese ghost girl, his arms spread once again, but this time as if in a challenge of he who dared cross the threshold from the bedroom into the bathroom.<br><br><em><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"WE'LL FACE THEM ALL!</span></span> <strong>WE'LL FACE THEM ALL!</strong> <span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">WE'LL TAKE IT ALL!</span></span> <strong>WE'LL TAKE IT ALL! OH HOW CAN I BE SO AFRAID OF LIVING?!</strong> <span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">WE'RE THE GHOSTS OF THIS WORLD!"</span></span></em><br><br>With that, he stumbled and dropped down to the ground, catching himself on his hand before he flattened onto his back. He panted heavily, a smile upon his face. All nuclear waste had been disposed of... at least for now. He slowly stood up, brushing nothing off himself before retrieving his shades from the sink. He unfolded them, slipping them onto his forehead. He checked his phone as he stepped out of the bathroom, seeing two (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15056080#msg15056080) new (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15057954#msg15057954) messages from Caroline. The first was regarding the "winnings" of the guys, the second to vote for "best secret". His eyebrows rose and he let out a sigh, but it quickly turned into a smirk as his thumbs typed in his vote: "Glitter-Vag". With that finished, he began to whistle the chorus he had just sung and scrowled, tossing the phone into the air and catching it as he walked forward. He didn't have a destination. He just... well, he was feeling... better.<br><br>Would be feeling <em>worlds</em> better if they let him have his music or guitar, but whatever. At least he confirmed the acoustics of the bathroom were good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>03-09-2019, 02:01:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/bb62-2016/02/14/criminal-damage-navyblack-nep-t-shirt-product-2-556257935-normal.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Jameson (JJ) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15018215#msg15018215)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> New York, NY<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside in the Villa/Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/bb62-2016/02/14/criminal-damage-navyblack-nep-t-shirt-product-2-556257935-normal.jpeg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Grace<br><br><hr><br><em>"Well, that was some crazy shit,"</em> JJ thought as he grabbed his shades and found a spot by the pool to unwind.&nbsp; On some level he had known what kind of drama this show produced.&nbsp; He'd binged it before getting here, after all.&nbsp; But it was one thing to watch something on TV and another to experience it.&nbsp; When he was part of the audience, he remembered scoffing at the emotional wrecks the people on the show became from time to time.&nbsp; It all felt so... manufactured.<br><br>But that was before he was part of it.&nbsp; That was before he got thrown into the deep end of the pool by the producers just to see if he would knock people out while he flailed to safety or whether he'd be able to swim confidently to shore.&nbsp; He sighed, suspecting that the truth was somewhere between the two extremes, as truth normally is. JJ knew he'd made some missteps.&nbsp; Hopefully not too many.<br><br>Out of the corner of his eye he noted Grizzly Hipster... no, Mark... his name was Mark... start working out with the weighted jump ropes.&nbsp; Dude seemed pretty fit, but he was working himself hard.&nbsp; Maybe the guy was trying to exorcise as much as exercise.&nbsp; JJ didn't know all the context, but from his vantage point the competition looked brutal for the guy.&nbsp; He obviously had serious beef with Logan and his kiss with Rhonda seemed... strained.&nbsp; JJ considered himself a student of human behavior and he was fairly sure that the guy felt horrible for misjudging the kiss.&nbsp; Judging by how hard he was working out...<br><br>Yeah, not his problem.&nbsp; He had his own fish to fry, namely a very serious decision to make about who he wanted to couple up with in the next ceremony.&nbsp; For the next fifteen minutes or so he ran over every permutation he could think of... contingencies... strategies.&nbsp; At the end he thought he had a pretty good idea who he wanted to invite.<br><br>When he brought his attention back to the Villa at large, he noticed that Mark was still going at it.&nbsp; Hard.&nbsp; JJ's brow furrowed.&nbsp; He could see the sweat pouring off the guy... looked up at the midday Spanish sun... pursed his lips.<br><br>No.&nbsp; Not his problem.&nbsp; JJ scowled... but couldn't stop watching him.&nbsp; There was rage there.&nbsp; Or maybe it was self-loathing.&nbsp; In his experience the only people who worked that hard for that long hated themselves or hated someone else.&nbsp; That sort of workout was intended as a sinkhole to throw your inner pain into.&nbsp; He'd seen it plenty of times in the gym.&nbsp; <br><br>After another ten minutes or so, JJ was starting to get concerned that the guy was going to work himself into a case of heat exhaustion.&nbsp; He got up, went to the kitchen, retrieved two bottles of beer and a bottle of cold water and walked over to Mark.&nbsp; He stood there for a couple more minutes, ignored, until he caught Mark's eye and held up the water.<br><br><strong>"Show's over, Hercules.&nbsp; Come on.&nbsp; Hydrate.&nbsp; Get out of the sun.&nbsp; Have a beer with me."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>03-09-2019, 03:04:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | after competition/noon?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa outdoor beds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace (mentioning) | Devon (mentioning) | open<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://images.immediate.co.uk/production/volatile/sites/3/2017/08/109183.png?quality=90&amp;lb=620,413&amp;background=white)</div>At first after the challenge, Elsa tried to follow Grace and say hi but lost sight of her as the crowd of people all sort of went separate directions or coupled up again. So she made the walk inside instead. Walking through the front door and made the line straight past the sofas back out into the garden area. Her instinct had her wanting to go to the gym equipment but it was occupied so she decided against that, she just didn't have the energy to deal with anything to emotionally heavy at the moment. Padding her way over to the kitchen she grabbed a refill of water and some junk food. Like a kid with her spoils she filled up her shirt by holding it like scoop to cradle the pilfered goodies. The next stop was one of the outside beds, the furthest away from the kitchen and she spilled out her goodies onto the bed and she laid down with them. With careful consideration she separated the variety of individually wrapped bite sized treats into small piles: tiny chocolate items, chewy candies, hard candies, minty things, caramels. It was a treasure trove of diet smashing junk. Now all that was left to do was to eat her emotions. <br><br>Matching just the perfect dark chunk of chocolate to her first feeling she unwrapped the confection and popped it into her mouth. The hard chocolate began to dissolve slowly, filling her mouth with it's rich cocoa goodness until nothing was left but a mouth full of flavor. The sensations carried her away to another place and time. She smiled and reveled in the happy memories, closing her eyes so it would last as long as possible. When the mouth full of chocolate was all gone but the little bit of in the corner of her lips she licked that clean, opened her eyes and simply laid on the bed looking up and out to the beautifully cerulean blue Mallorcan skies. Her distinct piles of confectioneries laying at her other side.<br><br>In the silent murmuring of the cast and soft gentle breezes of the Spanish noon a sudden loud singing burst forth from the villa's always open patio doors. She sat up. Someone, she guessed Devon, was singing? It sounded like him. Through the muffled walls, glass, and wind, it was a little hard to tell but very noticeable given that there was no music in the villa. Not having any idea what it was about Elsa chuckled, dropped herself back down on the bed, and laid on her side. At least with all the security around there was nothing to be worried about. Unwrapping another goody, she popped it into her mouth and savored the flavor of another chocolate. This time the cocoa was milky and heavily sweetened with a soft chocolate mousse center, these were her favorite and she let herself be whisked away back into memories again. Each time she opened another little package of emotions she gobbled it up and let it take her away to some place different.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>03-09-2019, 04:38:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9EuNIEX.jpg?1)</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> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Hamilton, NZ<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Late Morning/Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Competition #1<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cassie<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br>&nbsp;(http://)<hr><br>People started to disperse, which, to Owen was just fine. He’d tried to catch Cassie’s attention-it seemed they had more than a few things to try and catch up on-but was unsuccessful in doing so. Perhaps a bit frustrated by the pace of things, he opted to step himself out of the situation as people began to mill about on the patio and around the pool and ducked into the kitchen to fetch himself a bottle of water. <br><br>The cold of the plastic felt good against his hands, and he realized he had been comically under hydrating during the first couple days at the villa. With a single pull, he drained about half of the bottle’s contents and did his best to clear his head. <br><br>Quietly, he chided himself <em> Look, you might only get to be here for a few days. Head outside, get some fresh air, and see how it goes.</em> <br><br>Sometimes, even if soft spoken, Owen could be very convincing, especially to himself. <br><br>He started away from the kitchen, made his way around the grand patio, far from the hum of most of the villa’s voices, even if not the cameras, and came around the corner to the outdoor beds. It was there he spied Elsa, well, her backside at least, as she laid, stretched out, her well-shaped posterior decently exposed by her bikini bottoms. <br><br>With care, Owen made his way around the far side of the bed on which Elsa lounged, not wanting to startle her. It was possible that she was even more keen on a bit of privacy and time to herself than he was. Still, he’d noticed her on the first night, and felt like he should at least take a chance and say hello. Shoulders squared to the base of the bed, he took a couple steps closer to the foot of the bed and with a warm smile said, “Well, looks like you found the good stuff in there. You’ll have to tell me where they’re hiding it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragongoddess</strong> on <strong>03-09-2019, 07:27:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/fa/be/50fabee4df34c852489387f95f83f61e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Cassandra Pendragon</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006244#msg15006244)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> <br><em>Birth / Childhood:</em> Limerick, Shannon Region, Ireland<br><em>Current:</em> County Down, Northern Ireland / United Kingdom Region, Ireland<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July 2019, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom --&gt; Villa Backyard --&gt; Workout Space<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This shirt with black short shorts (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ca/e4/b3/cae4b395d8727e21c27293887b1ca151.jpg) --&gt; Towel --&gt; Outfit in Picture (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/fa/be/50fabee4df34c852489387f95f83f61e.jpg) with this silver and red Claddagh ring (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61NiN8RYXSL._UL1500_.jpg) on her right hand, tip of the heart pointing out<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen Christopher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002076#msg15002076)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> | Owen Christopher |&nbsp; Elsa Nilssöm | Devon Daniels | OPEN! |<br><hr>Cassandra wasn’t sure what to say when Elsa asked her if there were sparks between herself and Owen.&nbsp; Sure, he was a great guy who she could easily see herself getting on with well but she didn’t want to close all of her options yet.&nbsp; There were other avenues she hoped to explore before it was too late.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “You know, I’m not sure.&nbsp; There’s certainly something I like about the lad but I don’t want to hurt him or get hurt.&nbsp; &nbsp;Besides, there’s a couple other guys in here that I’d go for and we already know Hulk had his eyes on you last night.”</span></span>&nbsp; She paused here, looking directly at the fit, blonde woman.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Not that I can blame him but still with him going on that date, who knows if he’ll hit it off with that lass.”</span></span><br><br>The redhead loved that someone actually liked the nickname she had given the guy she was coupled with.&nbsp; Elsa was right that it had the chance to start trending if more people started to call him that but she still wasn’t sure if Owen liked being called Hulk.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Hey, if you like it, you can use it.&nbsp; It would be cool to actually get it started.&nbsp; Besides, he does look the part, does he not?”</span></span>&nbsp; Cassie couldn’t help but smile as she thought about the guy she had gotten coupled with.&nbsp; He was different than any of the guys she’d been with before and she liked that.&nbsp; But he also had a killer bod and she <em>really</em> liked that.<br><br>Then Elsa said something that made Cassandra’s question of whether or not they actually could be friends here on Love Island become much less of a worry.&nbsp; Sure, she said that she also thought JJ was attractive but that didn’t mean he was going to be her type, or even Cassie’s for that matter.&nbsp; What she said that opened the door to friendship between the girls was that she didn’t do well with relationships.&nbsp; That gave them two things that they now had in common, the first being that Elsa obviously liked to work out too.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Don’t worry about it, babe.&nbsp; I’m not very good at relationships either.&nbsp; Besides, have you looked in a mirror recently?&nbsp; You’re gorge.&nbsp; If you wind up not in a couple for whatever reason, someone else is going to want to couple with you.&nbsp; Just don’t worry about it.”</span></span><br><br>Cassie didn’t need the help but she did appreciate Elsa helping her into position.&nbsp; She’d never had any real training except YouTube videos showing how to do certain exercises and was pretty sure Elsa would help her out if she was doing something wrong.&nbsp; In fact, it almost seemed like Elsa worked out with others regularly.&nbsp; She noted that away as something to talk about later but right now, they were focusing on a pretty interesting topic: boys, and Cas wasn’t ready for that topic to end.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Woah!&nbsp; Woah!”</span></span>&nbsp; She started, standing up straight for just a moment.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “You’re thinking too much about this.&nbsp; There really aren’t any rules in here.&nbsp; If you like a guy, make sure he knows.&nbsp; He can decide who he’d rather be with if it comes to it but never give up.&nbsp; And if I can give you one piece of advice, know who your friends are.&nbsp; Don’t steal their guys but find the right one for you.&nbsp; We all came here for the same thing: to find love…”</span></span>&nbsp; That’s where Cassie had to pause for a moment as she got back into doing her squats. <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Well, I hope we all came here for the same reason anyways.&nbsp; Either way, if you let you get in your own way, you’re probably going to regret it later.”</span></span>&nbsp; The redhead hated the idea of Elsa not finding love here.&nbsp; She wasn’t sure why but it wasn’t so easy to brush off what Elsa was saying.<br><br>The pact the blonde was proposing was an interesting one to be sure.&nbsp; Having seen a few seasons of the show, Cassie knew it was probably one that would cause some trouble for whoever followed it.&nbsp; But at least now she was given an opportunity to help the girl help herself.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “I’m not gonna lie.&nbsp; I can’t make you that pact for the other girls here or the ones that will come in the future.&nbsp; I just never know what’s going to happen and I don’t like making deals I can’t guarantee the ability to keep.&nbsp; But what I will promise you is that I will tell you who I fancy if you ask, even if he’s the guy you’re with...”</span></span>&nbsp; For another moment, she paused as if to put more emphasis on what she was about to say next.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “<strong>But</strong> you have to promise me that you won’t let yourself or anyone else for that matter get in your way of finding that right guy for you.”</span></span><br><br>The Irish girl was just finishing what she was saying when she heard Devon announce his presence with an apology for interrupting.&nbsp; That, however, changed Cassie’s entire tone and demeanor.&nbsp; She quickly changed from concerned for her possible new friend and determined to make sure Elsa got everything she wanted out of this experience, she was now interested in teasing the metal man.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Oh, Sure you are.”</span></span>&nbsp; She’d say, smiling over at the guy with a clearly joking tone in her voice.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “But that’s okay.&nbsp; We were just talking about you anyways.”</span></span>&nbsp; &nbsp;As Cassie said that, she looked over at Elsa as if she was about to say something about the other girl.&nbsp; That was when she heard Owen’s voice and decided against what she had been about to say.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Maidin mhaith, Owen!”</span></span>&nbsp; She said in response to his greeting.&nbsp; However she did choose to bite her tongue on whether or not she had slept well.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Thank you.”</span></span>&nbsp; The redhead said, walking over to Hulk and giving him a small peck on the cheek as she took the mug.&nbsp; She normally wouldn’t drink more than one cup but she did very much appreciate his thoughtfulness.&nbsp; She couldn’t help but smile as she placed the cup in front of her lips to hide it.&nbsp; The smile did, however, disappear as soon as Owen mentioned having to talk to her about something and attempted to walk away with that hanging in the air.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Actually, why don’t I go with you?&nbsp; I need to talk to you too.”</span></span>&nbsp; It wasn’t much of a question as she started walking slowly out of the workout area as soon as she said that.&nbsp; Just before reaching the end of the workout zone, she turned around just enough to look at Devon.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Oh!&nbsp; And Devon, I'd like to talk to you later...if you don't mind.”</span></span>&nbsp; Her voice was slightly sad with a soft, small smile across her features but she didn’t give him any time to respond before taking her leave of the blonde bombshell and metal man.<br><br><div align="center">--------------------End of Workout--------------------</div><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Sooooo…”</span></span>&nbsp; Cassandra said, extending the o in the word as she walked slowly next to Owen.&nbsp; She held onto her coffee mug like it was going to give her any strength for this conversation and for a moment wouldn’t look at the man she was in a couple with.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Looks like you were right about the new islanders coming in to cause trouble.”</span></span>&nbsp; Finally, she stopped and looked at Owen, giving him a half smile before.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “I got a text this morning.&nbsp; JJ asked me to be his dinner date.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragongoddess</strong> on <strong>03-09-2019, 07:42:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0e/2d/d1/0e2dd1ed9db57705f548c298ca48f1d5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Cassandra Pendragon</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006244#msg15006244)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> <br><em>Birth / Childhood:</em> Limerick, Shannon Region, Ireland<br><em>Current:</em> County Down, Northern Ireland / United Kingdom Region, Ireland<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Same as in Picture Above &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0e/2d/d1/0e2dd1ed9db57705f548c298ca48f1d5.jpg) with these heels (https://cdn-img.prettylittlething.com/0/8/4/6/0846027d88357f1d17aa8242ef455805fc75ba28_CLU0936_5.JPG), <br>these bangles (https://cdn3.volusion.com/dexlc.mxapd/v/vspfiles/photos/bgh-05-t7kd-S-2.jpg) on her left wrist, this choker (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/6729597/il_fullxfull.307266563.jpg), and <br>this Claddagh ring (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/29/50/66/29506615c6184affc9da50e04f971401.jpg) on her right hand with the tip of the heart pointed <em>away</em> from her hand to symbolize being single<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <span style="font-family: Book Antiqua;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Owen Christopher</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002076#msg15002076)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Owen Christopher | Jasper Jameson (Mentioned) | Delaney Clarke (mentioned) |<br><hr>Cassandra couldn't help but chuckle at the idea at the thought that she might have been living somewhat of a healthy lifestyle.&nbsp; Sure, she worked out daily and constantly drank water but that was about the extent of her "healthy" lifestyle.&nbsp; When it came to food, Cassandra's favorite foods all had the unhealthiest of options: alcohol cooked in, red meats, and definitely chocolate.&nbsp; She rarely said no to chocolate.&nbsp; She often started her day out with coffee and ended it with some sort of alcohol, and she definitely didn't worry too much about things like sleep.&nbsp; Then again, she didn't really need to.&nbsp; She was young and didn't have many responsibilities to worry about.<br><br>When he mentioned his thanks for her choosing him, she took it as an almost question.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> "If I'm being honest, it wasn't an easy choice.&nbsp; Having to choose someone without even having the shortest of conversations with anyone, how could they expect us to do that?"</span></span>&nbsp; &nbsp;Really what had made it difficult was the choice between Devon and Owen but that wasn't something she felt he actually needed to know.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> "You know, I think I'm pretty happy with my choice."</span></span>&nbsp; She continued, playfully leaning against him and pushing him with her shoulder.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> "But are ya sure ya like my accent?"</span></span>&nbsp; She said badly imitating a mix of a few of the accents she'd heard around the villa already.&nbsp; The horrible accent finally ended when her entire body broke out in laughter.&nbsp; The redhead's chocolate eyes twinkled and her lips curled up into a smile.&nbsp; The food nearly slipped off her lap and into the pool as she didn't pay attention which only caused her to laugh even more.<br><br>The laugh ended abruptly when her partner pointed her attention back at the new people.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> "I honestly don't know what Caroline's thinking bringing them in this early."</span></span>&nbsp; The redhead said, an irritation obvious in her voice.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> "We haven't even had a chance to get to know each other and we already have to deal with the new arrivals?"</span></span>&nbsp; Cassie scoffed at that idea, poking hard at some random food on her plate that she still had barely touched.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> "I just hope she leaves us alone."</span></span>&nbsp; Cas said, poking at her plate again, skewering more food onto the fork without paying much attention.&nbsp; She had a feeling the two of them would both stir up trouble but the guy didn't seem to be her competition.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> "Anyways..."</span></span>&nbsp; Cassandra started, hoping she could change the subject.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> "What do you do for a living?"</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>03-09-2019, 14:22:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, noon-ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Exercise area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Swim Shorts</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn11.bigcommerce.com/s-6ehfk/images/stencil/original/products/8115/24103/Addicted-Mesh-Rainbow-Swim-Short-ADS178-01-White-F__38252.1560732424.jpg?c=2?c=2&amp;imbypass=on&amp;imbypass=on)</div></div> , red compression socks and running shoes<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> J.J. , Grace<br><br><br><hr><br>The goal was attainable.&nbsp; He could feel it growing inside of him.&nbsp; A rampant level of exhaustion that would obliterate thought and shame alike for a number of hours.&nbsp; He remembered how guys burnt out twice or three times as fast when they had been deployed in California due to the heat and Majorca was a similar heat temperature-wise...but Majorca had California beat when it came to humidity.<br><br>Sweat dripped from him as he caught sight of J.J. off to the side approaching him, holding a bottle of water and two bottles of beer. he exhaled through his nostrils...closing his eyes a moment and nodding his head slightly.&nbsp; The weighted rope came to a halt and he held up a&nbsp; single finger, hoping J.J. would hold on a moment.<br><br>He turned and walked away for a moment.&nbsp; Hanging the rope on one of the hooks of the storage shed before turning back and Mark lifted his chin slightly towards J.J. and made a Gimme-motion with his fingers on one hand.&nbsp; A small smile forming as J.J. complied and tossed him the bottle of water first.&nbsp; Mark caught it and a few moments later he had drank the entire bottle, crushing the plastic bottle flat between his hands only to then screw the lid back on.&nbsp; &nbsp;He still felt the heat...it was like the whole world pulsed and throbbed with each beat of his heart before he approached and gladly accepted one of the two beers that J.J. still held.&nbsp; He reached out and clinked the bottle's neck against J.J.'s bottle and gave him a grateful nod of his head.<br><br><em>"Thanks man.&nbsp; I think I was going to Thelma and Louise right off the cliff."</em> , he pulled up alongside J.J. and kept pace with him in order to go find some shade.&nbsp; <em>"This place...caves my head in."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>03-09-2019, 15:51:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/bb62-2016/02/14/criminal-damage-navyblack-nep-t-shirt-product-2-556257935-normal.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Jameson (JJ) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15018215#msg15018215)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> New York, NY<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside in the Villa/Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/bb62-2016/02/14/criminal-damage-navyblack-nep-t-shirt-product-2-556257935-normal.jpeg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Grace<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ tossed him the water, grateful that Mark seemed to understand the limitations of the human body.&nbsp; Even one that was at peak efficiency.&nbsp; He’d seen too many guys at the gym who, either through hubris or stupidity had… <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Well, driven their bodies right off a cliff, he supposed.&nbsp; Mark’s analogy was apt.&nbsp; He gave the guy a wan smile.<br><br><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Yeah, man, I thought you were going to go until you faceplanted.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The two of them walked companionably toward the deck chairs in the smoking area, JJ figuring it would be the most comfortable place for Mark to cool down.&nbsp; It was well shaded by trees, still open to the breeze blowing through the courtyard and relatively secluded.&nbsp; Plus, it seemed that the only smoker in the Villa wasn’t currently using the area. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“I mean,”</strong> JJ continued, snarkily <strong>“you’re a beautiful man and I know CPR… but if it’s all the same to you I’d rather kiss the ladies.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He gave Mark a wry laugh and the two of them clinked beer bottles as they approached the deck chairs.&nbsp; Right before they sat, Mark more or less confirmed what JJ had suspected.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>“This place… caves my head in.”</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ snorted in amusement.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Isn’t that the fucking truth,”</strong> he said as he took a seat in one of the chairs with a loud sigh.&nbsp; <strong>“I’ve seen crazy… up close in Technicolor sometimes… but yesterday and then this morning?&nbsp; Jesus Christ.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He shook his head and laughed again, then took a long pull from the bottle, letting the bitter brew drench his thirst.&nbsp; He casually noted that the producers had either chosen a watered down beer for the Villa or had watered it down themselves.&nbsp; He grimaced, but said nothing.&nbsp; Shit beer was still better than no beer.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“We’ve got all kinds here.&nbsp; People getting fucking starry-eyed and moon faced after one hour and a half dozen words between them… and others you couldn’t pry a declaration of interest out of ‘em with a crow bar.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He shook his head and laughed softly.<br><br><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; “You don’t realize how crazy this shit is until you’re neck deep in it.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ looked at Mark across the intervening space between their chairs.&nbsp; He could see the downward turn of the guy’s lips, the unconscious stress lines in his face, the tension in his movements… Dude needed to talk with someone.&nbsp; JJ’d lain the groundwork for it, but the guy had to decide for himself how much he wanted to share.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>03-09-2019, 18:41:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, noon-ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Exercise area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Swim Shorts</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn11.bigcommerce.com/s-6ehfk/images/stencil/original/products/8115/24103/Addicted-Mesh-Rainbow-Swim-Short-ADS178-01-White-F__38252.1560732424.jpg?c=2?c=2&amp;imbypass=on&amp;imbypass=on)</div></div> , red compression socks and running shoes<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> J.J. , Grace<br><br><br><hr><br>“...you’re a beautiful man and I know CPR… but if it’s all the same to you I’d rather kiss the ladies.”<br><br>He grinned and took a sip of his beer.&nbsp; It was cold and it was altogether welcome...the attempt to talk to him was welcome as well.&nbsp; Lifting his beer in an acknowledging toast in response to the compliment and tipped his head.<br><br>He gave J.J. a tired smile and laughed quietly.<br><br><em>"Twelve hours ago...I was neck deep in it.&nbsp; Now?"</em>&nbsp; He lifted his free hand and touched his fingers up to the top of his head, almost as though he were saluting but he just left his fingers there for a moment.&nbsp; <em>"I'm fuckin' drowning man."</em>&nbsp; He shook his head slightly and let his attention drift away from J.J. and over to the group that had gathered by the day beds.&nbsp; Twelve hours ago he was dancing with Elsa and now he was dead to her.<br><br>He looked back to J.J. and grimaced.&nbsp; <em>"You might not have noticed...because...you know...I was real subtle-like about it during the competition but I went a bit insane, acted like a creep to Rhonda and managed to alienate myself spectacularly."<br></em>&nbsp; &nbsp;He lifted his chin in the direction of the group on the other side of the pool.<br><br><em>"So I watched a couple seasons of the show while flying here.&nbsp; The originals all band up.&nbsp; Shit gets tribal.&nbsp; People like you and I rolling in late tend to get their throats cut because they all manage to convince themselves that they're in love with one another after twenty-four hours."</em><br><br>He gave J.J. an amused look.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"In their defense, it's a super intense twenty-four hours."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;He took a long pull from off his beer before speaking confidently. <em> "If the guys weren't picking at the next ceremony, I'd be dead in the water."<br></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>03-09-2019, 19:44:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JOXZUP3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as Comp picture (https://pics.wikifeet.com/Victoria-Magrath-Feet-3772556.jpg) (Orange swimming costume and jean booty shorts)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open | Expecting Delaney <br><br><hr><br>After the competition ended, Grace meandered around for a while. She found herself in the kitchen in no time, apparently drawn there because she was hungry. The crew had set out a lunch spread for the islanders. There were sandwiches, salads, fruit bowls and chips with guac. Grace smiled down at the bowl filled with the lumpy green substance. She had to wonder if they planned to provide enough guacamole for every single day that they were there. <br><br>Grace certainly wouldn’t complain about that. She didn’t think many of the other islanders would, either.<br><br>She sighed outwardly, collecting a teal plate and creating a sandwich for herself. While she busied herself with the task of layering lettuce, pickles and tomato slices onto the spongy bread, Grace thought back to the competition. How Mark had laughed when JJ did a fake out to her. Maybe he was just joking and it wasn’t all that serious, but Grace couldn’t be sure. And for that to be her first ‘interaction’ with JJ since their failed date made her doubt that it was in fun.<br><br>Grace considered the dates she had been on the day before, how she surmised that JJ reminded her too much of her exes and how she was honest with Mark, who was then beyond offended that she wanted to return to the villa. Maybe those two didn’t understand how she was feeling for Corey. Maybe they were jealous. All hypotheticals aside, it wasn’t for Grace to say how they felt. All she knew was that she still felt tension with them.<br><br>When she finished with the ingredients, she closed her sandwich and picked it up with both hands, taking a bite off of one end. She looked around while she chewed, taking in the sight of JJ and Mark seated together in the shaded smoking section. The were having a chat over beer, by the look of it. She averted her gaze and set her sandwich down. Was there anything she could even do to help heal things between the three of them? Or, was it all too late for that?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>04-09-2019, 00:21:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Competition Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sexy little number as pictured, sans hat. &nbsp;(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/WarlikeMilkyCony-size_restricted.gif)Black sandals.<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace | Open<br><br><br><hr><br><br>She wasn’t exactly on top of the world. <br><br>The competition ended and she wasn’t the only person left cold by it. Mark left without bothering to pick up his ball cap, Rhonda hadn’t said much so far as she could tell, and that was to say nothing about Logan’s less than stellar reaction to the whole dog and pony show. Delaney had regrets. More of them than she cared to tally at that precise moment, and after picking up Mark’s cap and stowing it in her clothing area she found her way to the kitchen for lunch. <br><br>Grace beat her there but only by half a minute. As she approached and started down the same line of catering, she offered her a smile despite the pit in her stomach. <br><br>“Hey...Grace, is it?”<br><br>This was her first full day in the villa and the only two women she’d had the pleasure of speaking with so far were Cleo and Gwen. Both had been welcoming, though she supposed it was easier because she hadn’t asked either of their partners on one of her dates. For what any of that was worth. Good connections, solid conversation, and she was no closer to having a clue whether she’d be staying or going in a few days. <br><br>“How are you finding all this?” <br><br>She scooped a bit of fruit onto her plate, then set to work constructing her own sandwich. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>04-09-2019, 00:26:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.tvovermind.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/zach-gilford-640x428.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Harding (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004164#msg15004164)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight <br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stilwater, MN, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3. July 2019| Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Diary room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What you see in the pic (http://Outfit URL)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Gwen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>N/A<br><hr><br>James half paid attention as the rest of the competition carried on, only noting when Gwen's secret had come up with a flash of white-hot rage, what that shitbag did, wasn't cool at all. The rest of his mind, however, was, to put it in a way, caught in a loop. He didn't understand why he had said that he only wanted to kiss Gwen, and was surprised when he realized that it was a true statement. He felt like the biggest ass in the world. He agreed to come on here to promote his books, and maybe to start getting over the loss he had suffered, <br><br>After the competition was over James wandered through the villa, just thinking, he was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't feel the heat, and probably wouldn't have felt the weather even if it was the middle of a blizzard. and while he didn't miss the text from Caroline about their "reward" he ignored it fo the moment, he wasn't so sure he even wanted a night out with the other males after the secrets revealed and how they acted during the competition.&nbsp; He needed to get his thoughts out and since the dictators running this place had taken his handy dandy notebook, the diary room that he was told about during the first day seemed to be the only other option. <br><br>Once he was in and sitting and the camera had flashed to signal it was recording James started to speak, haltingly, awkwardly, more used to putting his thoughts to the page, and even then it was in the form of scenes and characters. "I Uhm," he started "god this is stupid," he muttered to himself "I don't know what I'm doing anymore, I went into this, well, I didn't expect to find love here, I don't even know if I still have, Christ I feel like a jackass. I don't know what would be worse, if I am just playing with her heart unintentionally, or if I am, falling, for her." he sighed, and fell silent for a moment. "Ami I, this is hard. Too hard without you," he pushed his hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his head.&nbsp; "I know we knew this would happen, remission was possible but unlikely, I thought I was strong enough," He looked straight into the camera showing the swirling of emotion in his eyes for those who could see it, grief, confusion, frustration. "I thought I was strong enough." He repeated softly, before standing up and swiftly leaving the room/
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>04-09-2019, 00:32:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UU0GzEF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Morning 8:30am 'ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard | Gym Equipment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>Johnny</del> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cassie(Dragon) | Devon(Capone) <br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-10.jpg)</div>Elsa listened attentively to Cassie speaking. She chuckled a little when the red head mentioned keeping her options open and she nodded at the mention of Owen stepping forward for Elsa. She had to think about that for a moment, there were a few that had stepped forward for her. It felt pretty good at the time but she knew it was just all about the game and she was simply one of the early ones up to make her selection. She suspected more would have stepped forward for the others if they had not been paired up already.<br><br>They talked of Owen's nickname, - the Hulk. It was amusing. Half the guys in here or were going to be in here were big guys but somehow it just fit Owen the most. <strong>"I'm definitely going to call him, Hulk. No doubt. Can't be a worse nick name than that one guy who was called pencil dick for the whole season. That had to be the most humiliating thing ever for that poor guy. His lads will never let him forget it."</strong><br><br>The topic moved onto coupling and Cassie got complimentary. Elsa laughed at it as she looked the tall, leggy, and well endowed red head up and down. Elsa smiled. <strong>"You're sweet. Thank you. Coming from someone that looks like a super model, I'll take it. Not gonna lie, you're every bit as tempting as the boys in here. Must be painful to go through life being a walking Irish goddess."</strong><br><br>As they were working out, Red stood upright at the topic of the girl code. Elsa figured that maybe Cassie hadn't seen the same season of the show as she had watched. Girl code was a make or break thing in the villa. Same with bro code. Many an islander had crossed the code and found themselves shortly after leaving the villa. It was unwritten but there were definite rules when locked in a tiny space with several couples trying to graft on each other's partners. But maybe she was wrong, Cassie seemed like she had a plan and the sincerity of wanting to find love seemed genuine. It interested Elsa. Elsa had no use for the money so this was all about the experience and the off chance she might meet a new man too, she could relate to that. Maybe she would have to be a bit more aggressive, if it was a sport it would be so much easier but it was love and the idea that she might hurt anyone's feelings made her really uncomfortable. She just didn't know if she could be the cause of another person's heartbreak.<br><br>Devon interrupted the conversation then and Elsa never really got a chance to respond to Cassie.&nbsp; The rocker had been quietly doing his workout and obviously listening in. Of course it was hard not to listen in as they were only a few feet away and no walls or noisy gyms between them.<br><br>Elsa smiled and playfully stuck her tongue out at Devon. She changed the topic briefly, <strong>"You should let me walk you through a few routines some morning. I can help with your form. I'm a professional trainer and athlete, performance training is what I do. Anyways, I've gotta get out of these clothes. That sun comes up way faster than I thought it did. Goodbye."</strong> She probably meant to say see you later or see you in a minute or something but occasionally her English didn't translate as smoothly as intended so she ended the conversation with a heavy Swedish lilt and smiling goodbye instead. With that she turned and headed off so she could go inside and get changed for the day.<br><br>&nbsp;<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><em>End Workout Scene</em></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>04-09-2019, 00:57:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | after competition/noon?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa outdoor beds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Owen(Lustful) | open<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://images.immediate.co.uk/production/volatile/sites/3/2017/08/109183.png?quality=90&amp;lb=620,413&amp;background=white)</div>A shadow crept over her. A cool breeze blew some of her wrappers around. Elsa turned her head slowly to see the source of the sun's doom.&nbsp; It was the Hulk.<br><br>With a warm smile, Owen said, <em>“Well, looks like you found the good stuff in there. You’ll have to tell me where they’re hiding it.”</em><br><br>Elsa licked a little chocolate out of the corner of her lips and blushed. She had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. As she started to speak the higher intonation and lilt of her voice would probably give away her Swedish birth. <strong>"Hi, glad it's you. When the shadow came over me I had a flash back of one of my brothers dragging me off the bed back home by my ankles and yelling for our mom so he could rat me out about stealing cookies. You might laugh but the last time he did it was this Christmas past."</strong> She grinned. <strong>"Have a seat, I have more than I should. I can share."</strong> She scooted over to the other side of the bed a bit and gently pulled her piles of candy over too. Owen could either sit on the bed or one of the rounded chairs if he was so inclined. <strong>"There's a hidden pantry just on the inside corner between the fridge and the cupboards. It's obvious once you know where to look for it. I saw it in a previous season of the show. They keep all the good stuff back there."</strong> She sucked the melted chocolate off of a finger and extender her hand. <strong>"I'm Elsa. You're the Hulk, right? Big fan of your movies.&nbsp; But I have to tell you, I've always had a bit of a crush on Thor. Sorry.. I'm Scandinavian. It's probably in my blood or something."</strong> Elsa smiled and motioned for him to sit and take a candy or chocolate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>04-09-2019, 02:24:21</strong>
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				<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><hr><br>She had a pretty laugh. That was the first thing he’d noticed about her and made a mark of that wasn’t purely about the redhead’s physicality. And he appreciated that she was willing to make a bit of glancing contact with him while they spoke, showing at least an interest in making a connection. <br><br><em>"We haven't even had a chance to get to know each other and we already have to deal with the new arrivals?” </em><br><br>Owen nodded.<strong> “Certainly looks that way,” </strong>he quipped, reaching back down to his plate. The food was better than he expected. Not quite up to the quality of the catering the pro team’s he’d played on got in the locker room, but passable enough to not be junk. He chewed slowly for a minute as he thought about the best way to answer Cassie’s question about his vocation. <br><br><strong>“Well,”</strong> he said just after he swallowed, <strong>“I’ve spent the last decade or more playing professional rugby here in Europe and on my national team back in New Zealand. I’m sort of on the edge of it right now. Not sure I want to slum it, but not really ready to stop playing. I think I want to go into coaching and maybe go to school when it’s all over, you know?” </strong><br><br>Owen’s gaze came back down to Cassie. Whatever there was to make of the new folks, he was willing to wait until later to pass judgement. Besides, he had a hunch he and Cassie were only going to have a short time to converse before time for lights out. The sun was already dipping below the horizon, in fact. He took a long sip of his water, his large hand crunching the frail plastic just a bit. <strong>“And what about you? How do you fill your waking hours?” <br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>04-09-2019, 03:58:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRkhU3slmLhHEgt4Vei2sd0cFkXU9dcx8b-W4GC0ijM1JQf7p5N)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace<br><hr><br class="clear_left">“You were worried if I would like your baking?” Corey asked, flabbergasted at even the thought, that phrase jumping out at him over the compliments and her considering how he would look in his shirt.&nbsp; That thought would lead to thoughts of undressing of course, and he’d only make a fool of himself if he let that thought get too far down the road unchecked.&nbsp; He was best still trying to keep his libidio in check, at least all the way into Day 2 like they were.<br><br>“Can’t see how that is possible…” Corey continued, picking up a flower cookie and taking another generous bite.&nbsp; &nbsp;After all, he really needed to know if they were different flavors before he dove into the cupcakes.&nbsp; Turns out they were just different shapes, which had him eyeballing Grace’s cupcakes, this time literally not figuratively.&nbsp; “Surely someone has told you how good these are sometime, either that or you are the most gifted beginner of all time.&nbsp; Remember, I am an expert at this.”&nbsp; He said, puffing his chest out a bit.<br><br>At the talk of dates though, Corey started to feel a matching seriousness to the one that Grace displayed, although soon enough her words dispelled it, causing a huge grin to break out across his features.&nbsp; “Well, that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?” Corey asked, his voice inquisitive, but his smile giving no doubt to what he felt the answer was.&nbsp; “I mean, to find someone you like and dive in head first and see if it can be something.&nbsp; I mean, bloody hell, we only have four days to decide if you want to switch to another bloke.&nbsp; I’ve got my work cut out.”&nbsp; He said, forgetting that it would actually be HIM that was picking next.<br><br>Before he could correct himself, Grace was leaning across the table to kiss him, and Corey felt his hands reaching up on their own to pull her close.&nbsp; Before he could though, Grace was leaning away, so he let his hands fall to his side once more.&nbsp; Licking his lips, and not from the taste of the frosting, Corey reached down instead for one of the cupcakes.&nbsp; “Alright then, pineapple decoration first.&nbsp; Pineapple is one of my favorite tropical flavors, so it only makes sense.” He laughed, raising the cupcake to his lips before pausing.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Wait, you’ve got to eat one too!&nbsp; I’m not going to be the only one here gaining five pounds by tomorrow.&nbsp; Besides, a girl who won’t eat her own baking can’t be trusted…” Corey winked.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>04-09-2019, 13:56:31</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/57/29/9a/57299a7cdac719dd3185308b2f246aa0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3, July 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa inside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> James Harding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> James, Open<br><br><hr><br>The day before the competition Gwen had been having some small talk with some of the other islanders. It was mostly a relaxing day, swimming, chatting, settling in the hot tub that evening when the sun wasn’t so hot that sitting in hot water would be uncomfortable. James had been a dream. Waking up next to that man had been one of many things she could get used to over the following weeks. She spent each night wrapped up in his arms securely and even after they woke the next morning, he didn’t seem to mind her natural state of being with no make up and her hair sticking out every which direction.<br><br>The following day, the competition had people on their toes. A couple girls, literally. While her kiss to Mark was short and sweet, she still couldn’t get over that beard and how it tickled. Gwen was sure she couldn’t kiss him without giggling. James on the other hand would likely be delightful. She was on a mission to get a proper snog, as the natives would put it, before the day was out. James had seemed to be ready for it with how he reacted in the competition. It made butterflies flutter inside her at hearing she is the only girl he wanted to kiss. Even as the day progressed she would smile at the echo of his words in her head.<br><br>Now that the competition was done and over she was ready to get some food and find her water bottle. She headed inside and up the stairs to grab her bottle, with her name scripted across it, from beside the bed. Afterwards she started back down the stairs and turned to head to the diary room, only to be surprised by James coming out of it. The blonde gasped in surprise and then blinked as something was wrong. She didn’t say a word, just wrapped her arms around James and held close to him for the time being. Her own time in the diary room would have to wait. It seemed there were other things that needed to be done first. <br><br>After a moment, Gwen tilted her head up to look at him and spoke in a near whisper, <strong>”James... are you okay?”</strong><br><br>She wasn’t sure what was going on but he seemed upset in a sad sort of way. She was genuinely concerned and wanted to make everything better. It was just one of those things she did for people she cared about. Seeing anyone upset caused her to want to comfort them and tell them its okay, that she is there if they need to rant or just cuddle.Gwen was good at both the listening and the cuddling. <br><br><strong>“You wanna go upstairs and talk? Or we can stay down here on the couch if you would feel better doing so.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>04-09-2019, 16:08:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/bb62-2016/02/14/criminal-damage-navyblack-nep-t-shirt-product-2-556257935-normal.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Jameson (JJ) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15018215#msg15018215)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> New York, NY<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside in the Villa/Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/bb62-2016/02/14/criminal-damage-navyblack-nep-t-shirt-product-2-556257935-normal.jpeg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Grace<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ wasn’t particularly good at being someone’s friend… but much like bartenders, gym owners had plenty of practice listening to people.&nbsp; Some people turned to substances when they needed solace or self-flagellation.&nbsp; Some found it in other people’s bodies.&nbsp; A lot of them beat the shit out of their own bodies at the gym.&nbsp; Mark seemed to be one of those.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; So he listened until Mark wound down a little bit, trying to get a feel for what would motivate the guy.&nbsp; Why he felt invested in that, JJ would have to sort out later, but for the time being he had nothing to do and his innate humanity was piqued.&nbsp; When Mark stopped talking, JJ took a long drink of his beer, met the guy’s eyes, leaned back in the deck chair and spoke.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Well it’s a good thing we <em>do</em> have the power then, isn’t it?”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He set the glass bottle down and sighed. <br><br><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Look, man, I get it.&nbsp; This place is a mindfuck.&nbsp; Like I told Grace on my first date yesterday, it’s a pressure cooker where they’re throwing beautiful, horny young people together, turning up the heat and then expecting them to act rational.&nbsp; To find <em>love</em>, of all things.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He shook his head slightly and laughed.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“There’s an island in New York City called Roosevelt’s.&nbsp; Used to be known as Blackwell’s.&nbsp; Long time ago there was a pretty infamous insane asylum there.&nbsp; I feel like that’s where we’ve been dropped off sometimes.&nbsp; Wayward refugees through time and space.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; For a moment JJ’s eyes were unfocused, looking inward.&nbsp; It was brief, and it passed, but it was clear that he was thinking of home.&nbsp; Perhaps of his own parcel of rogues and demons.&nbsp; He looked back to Mark and gave him a wan smile.<br><br>&nbsp; <strong>&nbsp; “So look… you’re still adjusting to the insanity.&nbsp; You haven’t found your equilibrium.&nbsp; And yeah, you’ve made mistakes.&nbsp; You didn’t exactly read the room at the competition.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He leaned forward a bit in his chair.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong> “But here’s the deal… you’re not leaving after the ceremony.&nbsp; You get to choose someone.&nbsp; Basically, you’ve got a week to unfuck yourself.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ gave the guy a lopsided grin.&nbsp; Grabbed his beer, downed the rest, and pointed at Mark with the empty.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Now I don’t know you, obviously, but you don’t strike me as the kind of dude who’d waste a week sitting in your own piss and feeling sorry for yourself.&nbsp; Are you seriously going to tell me there isn’t a single girl here whose business you don’t want to get all up in?&nbsp; So unless you’ve got absolutely no game at all…”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He arched his brows at Mark dubiously and gestured around the Villa with the bottle.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“These people don’t know you.&nbsp; They only have a couple data points to tell them who you are.&nbsp; Give them more.&nbsp; If you really are a creep, well, then you’re fucked.&nbsp; But if you’re not, they’ll see it.&nbsp; Eventually.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>04-09-2019, 16:30:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, noon-ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside in the Villa/Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Swim Shorts</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn11.bigcommerce.com/s-6ehfk/images/stencil/original/products/8115/24103/Addicted-Mesh-Rainbow-Swim-Short-ADS178-01-White-F__38252.1560732424.jpg?c=2?c=2&amp;imbypass=on&amp;imbypass=on)</div></div> , red compression socks and running shoes<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> J.J. , Grace<br><br><br><hr><br>He was sitting back and listening to J.J. talk.&nbsp; Just listening...smiling and nodding slightly from time to time when J.J. managed to make a particularly relevant point...of which there was no shortage.&nbsp; It was things like this that he missed the most about the Wildfire Service.&nbsp; Deployments would be long, isolate and not a lot to do aside from work.&nbsp; Similar to the Love Island experience really but at least there was work to do while waiting for your call.&nbsp; Some women but mostly guys and everyone would talk...a lot.&nbsp; Just about everyone in the Wildfire Service was on the run...from something so there would be many...many hours put into just talking things out and trying to; as J.J. put it;&nbsp; unfuck one another and yourself.<br><br>J.J. 's straight-forward approach to all of this helped and by the time J.J. was done talking Mark was no longer sitting back, but leaning forward, his forearms on his knees with the bottle of beer held in one hand between his knees.<br><br>He gave J.J. a speculative smile and took a moment to finish his beer before he pushed off from where he sat and tilted his head back and over his shoulder.&nbsp; <em>"D'you want another?&nbsp; I'm buying.&nbsp; Then we can talk game."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>04-09-2019, 17:09:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JOXZUP3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as Comp picture (https://pics.wikifeet.com/Victoria-Magrath-Feet-3772556.jpg) (Orange swimming costume and jean booty shorts)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney <br><br><hr><br>Grace picked up a napkin to dab at the edges of her lips, sensing a bit of mustard on her skin, when Delaney walked up and started speaking to her.<br><br>“Hello. Yes, I’m Grace. And you’re Delaney, right?” She pointed at her bathing suit. “Love your swimming costume, by the way.” She gave the brunette a genuine smile. <br><br>When she inquired about the process thus far, Grace sighed a little and then managed a stressed sounding chuckle. “I thought that I was doing okay.” She nodded her head slowly. “I immediately had a connection and I wanted to explore that. I didn’t think it was very fair to just leave my spark with Corey on the shelf so that I could go and attend two dates with guys who remind me of my exes, when the only person I wanted to spend time with was Corey.” <br><br>She gave Delaney a sideways glance. “But they don’t really allow you to say no to the dates, do they?” She asked, rhetorically.<br><br>“And even if I had that choice, I think JJ and Mark would still think I was a right shit who didn’t belong on this show in the first place.” She huffed out a sigh, glancing back at them across the pool, as they continued to chat with each other. “So, needless to say, even after telling them each the truth as politely as I could think to, there still seems to be tension. JJ walked up to me at the competition and acted like he was going to kiss me, I think just to fuck with me. Then I saw Mark laughing about it like he was chuffed to bits to see someone else didn’t like me.” <br><br>Grace blinked her lashes, feeling the strain building up and her eyes starting to burn slightly. “I don’t even know why it’s making me emotional. Normally, outside of here, if I’m in on a date with a bloke and I just tell him I’m honestly not feeling it… I never have to see him again. But here, we’re all living together, aren’t we?” She gulped and lowered her gaze. “Besides, I’ve got to admit that hearing Mark say I don’t deserve to be here and that I’m the problem… well, it makes me wonder if the public are thinking the same thing.” <br><br>After a long moment, Grace sighed heavily. She then turned to face Delaney fully. “Sorry, I’ve gone and completely ranted at you.” A soft laugh escaped her and she shook her head at herself. “Please, tell me how you are faring.” Grace gave Delaney an intrigued look, then took another bite of her sandwich. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>05-09-2019, 04:07:42</strong>
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				<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> Heterosexual<br><em>Birth / Childhood:</em> Hamilton, NZ<br><em>Current:</em> split between Aukland, NZ/London, England<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July 2019, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom --&gt; Villa Backyard --&gt; Workout Space → Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Workout shorts, warmup jacket (https://i.imgur.com/b1M9iNL.jpg?2)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Cassandra Pendragon</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006244#msg15006244)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cassandra Pendragon | Delaney Clarke (Mentioned) | OPEN! |<br><hr><br>Owen put himself easily through his paces, content that he’d be able to catch up with Cassie at some point. He couldn’t help but overhear bits of the conversation between Cassie and Elsa as they went through what passed loosely for a routine. Not that the girls weren’t working hard, but, rather, he had a specific idea of what a workout was, and the girls were clearly working a different program. <br><br>He did just enough to work up a mild sweat, making a note that he’d have to make sure he found time to sneak a shower before the day got going too much. <br><br>Satisfied that he got as much time in as he was going to get, he walked slowly away from the workout center with Cassie, clutching a bottle of water in one hand as they made their way down one of the villa’s many stone paths. <br><br>WIth the revealing of the offered dinner date, he did his best to give a measured, slow nod. <strong>“Well then,”</strong> he sighed, his strong grip crinkling the plastic on the bottle just a bit, <strong>“it sounds like I was doubly right, then.”</strong> He paused, then turned to level a soft gaze at Cassie, <strong>“Because Delaney sent me a text as well, and asked me the same.” </strong><br><br>Now they were at a bit of a standoff. He’d already said yes to Delaney’s invite, but had no idea what Cassie might have done in response to the invite that was offered to her. He had to imagine that the strategy, such that one might exist at this point, dictated meeting as many people as one could. Not that he loved the idea. Cassie had been kind enough to lay claim to him the night before, and was being at least fair to him. That was a good thing. <br><br>The pause lasted maybe a second, but it felt much longer. <strong>“And I said yes, because I thought it was at least worth having a meal and a conversation. Though, I guess it will be a bit more formal than ours last night,”</strong> he huffed, shaking his head. <strong>“I hope you understand-it’s nothing you did, and I’m sure I’ll be back later in the evening, if that’s workable for you. I know it’s an odd situation.” <br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>05-09-2019, 05:23:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xRl97yo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Montréal, Québec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Noonesque<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyward -&gt; Poolside lounge chair<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.imgur.com/lQTI8xH.jpg), with red framed heart shaped sunglasses, plain ol' black flip-flops<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN | Mentions Mark, Logan, JJ<br><br><hr><br>Rhonda didn't know what to do with herself following the finale of the competition. She wanted to go and find Mark to rip into him about his display during the competition. She wanted to find Logan and take comfort in him but he was part of the problem, almost equally so. She wanted to find JJ and see if he could provide her some middle ground insight on it all. She wanted to throw all three into a fire.<br><br>The fact that Rhonda's secret wasn't revealed to those in the villa didn't even occur to her. It may at one point if someone were to sit her down and show her the numbers but until then she wasn't going to be bothered by it. She was too fixated on Mark seemingly toying with two of the other girls before standing in front of her. That wasn't great. Doing so at a secret that all but labelled her an adulteress wasn't wholly impressive, either. Going further to brazenly kiss her while the man she was trying to see it out with was across the way? Bad. Calling Logan out after doing so? Superbad.<br><br>Read: Mark has dug himself a bit of a Rhonda-sized hole and it's left her reeling. In part.<br><br>Logan was no innocent bystander. They had spoken about their dates earlier and were both fairly candid about how well they thought they went. Kisses included. Neither seemed too heartbroken about the news, perhaps stemming from a mutual understanding that they were both on a television show and had only met the day before. That wasn't a typical story a pair tells their grandkids about how they met. Still, they wanted to try and see things out. Or at least she was. <br><br>Logan stepped up to her in the competition shortly after Mark had made a bit of a mess for himself. The Brit looked to be genuinely affected by what had happened and was concerned for Rhonda. She was happy for it. He then apologized prior to laying a proper kiss on the girl he had the day before. Not exactly a smooth criminal.<br><br>JJ, while perhaps not the most guilty of the men that were giving her problems, still presented a bit of one for Rhonda. Her date the day before went well. They had a meal, an adventure, and then some. It was a story that she didn't hesitate to share with Logan when asked to. Was that a mistake? Was she supposed to lie and say that it was a nothing experience? Would that have saved her a lot of trouble? UGH!<br><br>Rhonda desperately wanted to storm off, forgetting that a conversation with any of those men would alleviate some of the bottled up emotions that she had. Everywhere she looked around the villa, however, there were just... people. The outdoor beds, the kitchen, even the outdoor gym. All people. She was sure that if she went inside the building there would be happy couples dancing and singing about in spite of her. Fuck that.<br><br>Spotting a few lounges by the pool, along with some long discarded floaties, Rhonda made a beeline for them. She still had the sense to pat one down to make sure it wasn't drenched, then laid down upon it. The headrest was adjusted so she had a bit of a lean and her sunglasses were set back onto her head. God forbid she be agitated AND get awful tan lines.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>05-09-2019, 13:10:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/312642718/original.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Lunch Time (1pm)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown with Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon, Grace<br><hr><br class="clear_left">Standing back, and taking a few chomps out of his hot dog,&nbsp; Corey found to his surprise that he didn’t mind watching Devon and Grace interact.&nbsp; Maybe it was precisely because of what Devon said, that the guys here would all be putting up some facade to try and impress the girls (welcome to school 2.0), and it seemed like the big American bloke was just being genuine.&nbsp; Well, either that or his facade was so good that Corey couldn’t even SEE it.&nbsp; That kind of thinking would drive you insane, of course.&nbsp; Instead, Corey just enjoyed the moment, laughing out loud at Devon ands Grace’s comments about favorites.<br><br>“Devon is my favorite BRO, I meant.”&nbsp; Corey laughed, emphasizing the word and trying to give it the meathead inflection it deserved.&nbsp; “Although, if that was my thing…”&nbsp; He continued, before waggling his brows.&nbsp; “But yeah, no.&nbsp; I’m the one you all should be worried about getting stolen away.&nbsp; You know, I’m going to be right sad when I realize I was in an accident or something and find none of this is real and that I was in a coma.”&nbsp; <br><br>At Grace’s recount of the date, Corey scowled and once more felt his internal temperature rising, although this time it was with the dreaded Dwyer temper, the one that caused him to run his mouth and act irrationally.&nbsp; What kind of dude yelled at someone on a date for being honest?&nbsp; Taking a vicious bite of his dog, Corey thought about it, and the answer was distressingly clear.&nbsp; Lots of jerks did.&nbsp; Lots of guys took rejection real badly, and lashed out at the woman in some way to try and take back ‘power’.&nbsp; He’d seen it too many times.&nbsp; “Well, at least it’s over now, so you both can hopefully move on.”&nbsp; Corey replied, but looking at Grace’s expression, he could tell this wasn’t a subject that she wanted to dwell on, so he was glad for Devon changing the subject.<br><br>“What? Rubbish at athletics?&nbsp; Looking like that in a bikini?” Corey asked incredulous, his mouth moving faster than his brain since he was still trying to cool that rising temper.&nbsp; “I mean, I mean you look <em>fit</em> so I would assume that…”&nbsp; Not making it at ALL better, Corey instead turned to Devon.&nbsp; “We accept your challenge.&nbsp; Now quick, get us in the water so I can hurry up and drown in embarrassment.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>05-09-2019, 13:34:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f4/b3/97/f4b397b946c2de0f6254bf58c8b96f52.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, Afternoon (post Competition)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-shirt pictured and <strong>Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon<br><hr><br class="clear_left">After the competition Corey felt like a whirlwind had tossed him about for a solid half an hour.&nbsp; Two kisses with Grace, definite highlight, and then there was seeing the worst come out of some of his fellow Islanders, plus the distress or displeasure he had seen on several of the girls faces, which definitely brought things down.&nbsp; &nbsp;Walking back to the Villa proper, Corey had a lot to think on, and when Grace mentioned that she was going to get something to eat, Corey instead decided he’d grab a shower first.<br><br>After all, it had been HOURS since he had done so (and Corey never missed a shower), plus it would give him a little time to think and process what he had seen.&nbsp; Taking his time in there, as per usual, Corey got dressed and was considering a nap, maybe even seeing if Grace wanted to join him, either on their bed or perhaps one of the outdoor ones, when he heard at first what he would consider to be some shouting coming from the bathroom.&nbsp; Wondering of the Peacock Crew was at it again, it only took a bit for Corey to note that it was just the one voice.<br><br>Pulling his shirt over his head, Corey was inching towards the bathroom to investigate when Devon came strolling out.&nbsp; “Everything alright in there, mate?” He asked with a half smile and a raised eyebrow.&nbsp; “Food making things a bit rough on you?” He joked crudely.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>05-09-2019, 14:01:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/40/e2/8e/40e28e78aa12402cbf2f7ff9727cdb45--angst-book-characters.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Competition Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://scontent-frt3-2.cdninstagram.com/vp/52161d761f7db450afbdf78b262934e0/5DA65F2F/t51.2885-15/e35/62596829_416297855765698_8777060865849444673_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-frt3-2.cdninstagram.com&amp;se=7&amp;ig_cache_key=MjA3NDk4NzQ5MTIwNDU2OTk5Mg%3D%3D.2)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey &amp; Devon (for a minute) | Rhonda (for longer than a minute)<br><br><hr><br>After the competition, Logan hurried into the villa to take a quick shower. He wanted a proper one before his time out at lunch, but he didn’t need to have a long think under the shower head, so he hurried it up, just ensuring he was clean before exiting and wrapping a towel round his waist.<br><br>He headed to the closet and found a secluded place to dry himself off, before picking out an outfit to wear to lunch. Landing on jeans and a black T-shirt, he got himself dressed properly, then tossed the towel down and out of the way. After slipping some socks on, Logan thought he heard somebody else heading into the bathroom.<br><br>Not wanting to follow after, he waited a bit, awkwardly. Then, after he was sure he heard the water, he walked into the bathroom and freshened himself up. After trimming his beard a bit and applying some deodorant, Logan put some of the remaining stuff from his hair stylist into his hair and was ready to get downstairs. <br><br>That was when he noticed Corey and Devon. “Oh, hey lads.” He grinned at them both, though his grin seemed to be lacking quite a bit. Like a bulb that wasn’t screwed in all the way and was left to be rather dim. “So, I suppose I lost my shit earlier.” He reached out and in a friendly gesture, patted Devon’s shoulder. “Thanks for keeping me here. I might’ve been kicked right out.” <br><br>Logan nodded his appreciation another time. “I really appreciate it.” He let go of Devon and then checked his phone when it chirped. “Ah, you deserve it, mate.” He flashed his phone to Devon, showing a glimpse of the text from Caroline on it. “I voted for you. Glad to see I wasn’t the only one.” He wanted to say he was sorry about Devon’s secret, but it felt like bringing it up was a mistake. <br><br>So, he let it go and waved at the guys. “I’m heading out for the lunch thing. I’m too famished to wait for dinner.” He chuckled. “When food is offered, I’m taking!” With that, he walked down the hall and down the stairs, shoved his shoes on and headed outside. After he reached the living room, he peered outside through the sliding glass doors and immediately saw Rhonda lounging on a chair.<br><br>Logan took a breath, then stepped through the door and headed over. He had a bit of time before he had to go to his lunch thing, after all. And he supposed he needed to speak with Rhonda. He walked over slowly, not saying anything at first, but just choosing the seat beside her and sitting on it to face her, rather than laying on it to soak in the sun.<br><br>He sighed, leaning down and combing a hand through his still partially damp locks. “Sorry,” he muttered. “That game was… brutal.” <br><br>He looked up again, hoping to find Rhonda’s eyes looking back at him. “I shouldn’t have lost my shit like I did. But, I just saw your face and maybe I assumed a bit.” Logan sighed again. “Even if you and Mark had a brilliant first date this morning and you wanted to recouple with him, I just… hated how he put you on display like that. Like some fucking game.” <br><br>Logan took another breath, shaking his head a bit. “My kiss with Delaney was just for the game,” he reiterated. And he had gotten his guess right, too. Thankfully, that helped to prove his point. “I know what I said about her, and that’s still true…” Logan paused, holding his hand out in an offer for her to place hers there. “I need to know where you stand, Rhonda.” <br><br>At that point, Logan realized it was about time for him to go. That, and, he didn't want to put Rhonda on the spot and make her answer right then and there. “Looks like I’ve got to head out now for lunch, but think on it and let me know when I get back. Alright?” From there, Logan stood up and walked round the lawn chairs, then headed out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>05-09-2019, 16:00:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/MN8BkGh/devon-daniels-6.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> July 3rd, 2019 | After noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black T-Shirt with Kiuas Spirit of Ukko album art (https://www.soundi.fi/wp-content/uploads/old/soundi/record_review/Kiuas_The+Spirit+Of+Ukko_1652.jpg), Sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), Jeans, Black leather belt, Boots<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey, Logan, Mark (mentioned)<br><br><hr><br>Devon nearly jumped, not having seen Corey at first as he had already been making a beeline for the bedroom's exit. Of course, he was now distracted enough that the phone was plummeting back down, causing Devon to <em>truly</em> startle and fumble in catching it. Nevertheless, he chuckled at Corey's crude remark.<br><br>"If only it was just the food," he said, walking towards the shorter fellow. "Nah, just needed to vent in my own particular way." He was about to take a seat on the bed opposite of Corey when, seemingly out of nowhere, Logan had also appeared. Something about the man's voice seemed completely nervous, as if he was talking because he had no idea what else to do. Devon just nodded, giving the guy a thumb's up and saying "It's alright, man, it's cool." Which, it was. He didn't know Logan that well either, but the guy might be alright to have a beer with. He seemed to be struggling with his emotions though.<br><br>It was then that the phone dinged (level 40 I got a mount!), and as Logan checked his own so did Devon. And... well, his brow creased a bit, both at the congratulations offered by Caroline and that offered by Logan. "Uh, yeah," he said softly. <em>Hey, man, your heart-breaking secret? That was <strong>the best</strong>. Congratulations on experiencing something completely gut-wrenching!</em> Still, he understood the real sentiment behind it. "The best" was for lack of a better way to describe the immensity of it. Regardless, Devon would have preferred brushing it under the rug rather than stamping it on a trophy to hoist over your head like the Stanley Cup.<br><br>With that, Logan had left, announcing his intent to go to the first Lad's Night for lunch.<br><br>"Alright, man, have a good time!" Devon nodded and waved sincerely. "Maybe we should catch up for a beer later." Which was also a genuine offer. There was no need to shun Logan. If anything, it might be better to give the guy some bros he can talk to in the middle of this tempestuous storm. Clearly he was struggling to handle it on his own. In fact, Devon looked over his shoulder, wondering if maybe he and Corey should tag along... but then shook his head. He just wasn't feeling option one, or that degree of company. So instead he pulled up Caroline's first text, taking that seat on the bed opposite of Corey.<br><br>"Right, so, first problem with these options is I don't see a jukebox in any one of 'em," he said, though with a smile. "The second is, unless you want to do some recon work, we have no clue which one is going to have that Mark fellow, and, uh..." Devon took a deep breath, looking past Corey for a moment before looking him in the eye. "So, really, the best thing we can do here is just be ourselves, right? We don't want to play this stupid drama game. But I'm gonna be honest, I'm still raw enough that I don't think being in a confined space with that guy is gonna do any good. So the question is, how do we choose?"<br><br>He looked between the two options once more, rubbing at his chin. "Right now I think my preference is the late night Lounge since those seats look comfy as fuck, though admittedly it'd be nice to get some food from outside the Villa for a change." He looked up to Corey. "What are you thinking? Any preferences? Either way, you're getting pulled away from Grace. Would you rather have dinner with her or enjoy the evening with her?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>05-09-2019, 16:29:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/bb62-2016/02/14/criminal-damage-navyblack-nep-t-shirt-product-2-556257935-normal.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Jameson (JJ) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15018215#msg15018215)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> New York, NY<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside in the Villa/Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/bb62-2016/02/14/criminal-damage-navyblack-nep-t-shirt-product-2-556257935-normal.jpeg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Grace<br><br><hr><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; As JJ spoke he watched the guy.&nbsp; Kept an eye out for tells that he was picking up what JJ was laying down.&nbsp; It seemed to have worked.&nbsp; Mark looked to be relaxing a bit.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ gave him a snort of amusement when he offered to “buy” and handed him his empty.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Fill ‘er up, Barkeep.&nbsp; I’m all about talking game.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He watched while Mark left.&nbsp; The guy seemed to have a bit more pep in his step, so that was good.&nbsp; JJ knew nothing about him other than his frankly hilarious secret and the fact that there seemed to be some… confusion… between him and Rhonda.&nbsp; Of the former, JJ was casually curious.&nbsp; Of the latter, he was actively pleased that Mark didn’t seem to be competition for her favor anymore.&nbsp; Rhonda was one of three women on JJ’s radar and any little bit of advantage helped.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; By the time Mark returned with a beer cold enough that it was already sweating, JJ was ready to gather some information… and strategize.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“You know,”</strong> he led off as Mark handed him the beer, <strong>“I’m thinking that it makes sense for me… maybe even for both of us… to start turning things around by identifying potential enemies and turning them into friends.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He took a drink of the watery beer.&nbsp; Winced.<br><br><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Or at least be seen to try.&nbsp; Perceptions are important.&nbsp; As the Bard says, ‘There is nothing, either good or bad, but thinking makes it so’.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, grimaced slightly and sighed.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“I can think of one person I probably need to talk to, based if nothing else on how she responded to me during the competition.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>05-09-2019, 16:56:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7b/156698940925441015.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Dinner time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br>Corey had a way of making her worry ease even before he had stuffed a cookie into his mouth and groaned. But, she very much enjoyed watching that part, too. From across the table she licked her lips again, still tasting him there. Her grin only widened as he deduced that she must have heard rave reviews about her baking in the past. Grace’s cheeks flushed gently and her smile brightened. “How do you do it, Sherlock?” She set him up for the perfect comeback, regarding his skill of deductive reasoning. <br><br>“I suppose you did say that you were an expert, didn’t you?” She beamed. “I do sometimes bake for friends and family.” Her shoulders shrugged, a bashful air creeping over her countenance. “I’ve only done little events like birthdays and bridal showers, nothing mega.” She admitted. Even that much was quite impressive, she supposed, considering just how competitive the world of baking could be for a novice. But, it was clear that she wasn’t interested in doing it for the pay out or the possibility of a hefty tip. This was her passion.<br><br>Grace giggled gently when Corey suggested that it was the point of the show, to feel a spark and thoroughly investigate it. “I mean, I thought so as well.” She confessed, her smile still stretched. When he brought up the recoupling though, she tilted her head, her brows perked in a perplexed expression. “Actually, I thought the boys held all the power this week. So it’s really you who gets to choose if you’d like to switch me out with another bird.” She gave him a teasing, jealous face. <br><br>“Right, so I’m the one who’s got their work cut out. Why else d’you think I’ve gone and made all this?” She joked, laughing aloud. Grace settled back onto her chair after leaning over the table to kiss him. In the back of her mind she wondered if she’d do the same in a public restaurant outside of the villa. She didn’t see why not. After all, when Corey deserved a kiss, she felt it was her duty to reward him with one. Or at least, it was starting to feel that way. Noting how he licked his lips after, Grace’s small smile returned. <br><br>When he scooped up a pineapple cupcake first, mentioning that it was one of his favorite tropical fruits, Grace couldn’t help but to think something slightly naughty. “That is very good to know,” she assured him, flashing her bedroom eyes over at him. But before she could tease what she meant, Corey jumped in with his attempt to convince her to eat one and gain five kilos by tomorrow alongside him. Grace laughed aloud. <br><br>“You’ve been getting too much influence from the Americans,” she teased. “Pounds are money, kilos are weight.” She stuck out her tongue, then picked up one of the cupcakes with a palm tree on it. “Well, I’d hate for you to think I couldn’t be trusted,” she remarked slyly, before peeling back the cupcake wrapper and taking a decent bite. A bit of frosting clung onto the tip of her nose, but Grace chewed her bite like she didn’t notice it. “To be fair, I’m always sampling what I’m making as I’m making it.” She revealed. <br><br>After she finished with her bite and washed it down with some water, Grace leaned in and tilted her head, observing Corey for a moment. He was quite pleasant to observe. “So, tell me more about you. You’ve got me curious. Where do you live? What’s your family like? If you had your pick of any girl in the villa, would you still choose me? No pressure, but I want to know it all.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>05-09-2019, 17:33:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, noon-ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside in the Villa/Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Swim Shorts</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn11.bigcommerce.com/s-6ehfk/images/stencil/original/products/8115/24103/Addicted-Mesh-Rainbow-Swim-Short-ADS178-01-White-F__38252.1560732424.jpg?c=2?c=2&amp;imbypass=on&amp;imbypass=on)</div></div> , red compression socks and running shoes<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> J.J. , Grace, Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>He took note of Grace and Delaney in some manner of conversation on one side of the kitchen as he moved through it silently to fetch the beers.&nbsp; To save on trips he grabbed two for each hand, lacing their necks through his fingers and enjoying the cold air pouring out of the massive refrigerator before bumping it shut with his hip.<br><br>He felt like he had a good deal to explain to Delaney and the truth of it was that he wasn't really sure why he felt like he had a lot to explain.&nbsp; The conversation they had this morning during the sunrise felt like a year ago.&nbsp; He flickered his attention to her as she listened to Grace.&nbsp; Unsure if they would make eye contact but he would give her a nod if they did.<br><br>The truth of it was that he could have all sorts of things to talk to her about but after the competition this morning, she might feel like she has nothing to talk to him about.<br><br>A wise woman told him once..."Play stupid games.&nbsp; Win stupid prizes."&nbsp; &nbsp;Not getting to speak to her again would certainly be a stupid prize he earned.<br><br>He handed J.J. the beers and settled onto the side of one of the lounging chairs as they talked.&nbsp; Placing one of his beers on the patio tiles nearby as he twisted the cap off of the other followed by the snap and hiss of the beer being opened.&nbsp; He caught J.J.'s grimace as he tasted the beer and he laughed quietly.<br><br>He exhaled as he listened to J.J. rubbing his face with his free hand and letting out a low growl that might have been a sound of irritation or of contrition...maybe both.<br><br>He took a drink and nodded his head slightly...<br><br><em>"You're right...it sucks and four hours ago I'd have disagreed with you but now..."</em>, he sighed.&nbsp; He touched the open beer to his forehead as a salute. <em> "Your reasonableness and sound logic is unwelcome good sir."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;He gave the guy sitting nearby a defeated smile as he continued.<br><br><em>"Yeah...I feel like I need an app to keep track of people I need to apologize to and then there's people I just need to clear the air with just so things don't suck here as much.&nbsp; So Rhonda...I need to apologize to.&nbsp; Logan...I should apologize to based on just me trying to rattle his cage earlier.&nbsp; I should probably have a conversation with Elsa but considering how the game went and how she reacted to my secret.&nbsp; Well.&nbsp; We will see.&nbsp; Then there's Grace...although I think her and I have pretty much said all we really want to say to each other but when she did offer me an olive branch at the end of our date I sort of...slapped it out of her hand, then doused that branch in gasoline and lit it on fire. So...that's an opportunity to correct."</em><br><br>He took another drink...exhaling...<br><br><em>"And then...I think Delaney.&nbsp; She might very well be thinking I'm...well...a nightmare."</em>&nbsp; He shook his head as he looked to J.J. and laughed. <em> "I know that the people who say they're not nightmares are invariably nightmares and it's on me to own my fuck ups and just prove it to everyone.&nbsp; I just...well...I hope some of them give me a chance to prove it but in the end...nothing worth doing every came easy."<br><br></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 01:15:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sexy little number as pictured, sans hat. &nbsp;(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/WarlikeMilkyCony-size_restricted.gif)Black sandals.<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace | Open<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Delaney made her introduction like she made her sandwich. It had far too much mustard and it was hardly a work of art, but it was genuine.&nbsp; <br><br>“So, for what it’s worth…I think we all thought we were doing okay...and then…”<br><br>With her sandwich in one hand she made the universal sign for explosion, complete with sound effects. Somehow it seemed to drive the point home. She felt for Grace, and the rest of them. There was nothing about this situation that encouraged healthy, productive emotional responses. It was all pressure, all the time. <br><br>“At first I thought Logan was interested…..then he wasn’t...then he kissed me in the competition...then the world unraveled when Mark kissed Rhonda, and not to put too fine a point on it, everything is fucked.”<br><br>She laughed and shrugged. <br><br>“None of this would matter on the outside...none of this would even happen on the outside, really.”<br><br>Nevermind what everyone on the outside thought about it. If they concerned themselves with that it was only going to increase the mayhem exponentially.<br><br>“They put us in these situations on purpose...situations where they max the pressure, shake things up...then stand back and wait for it to explode. I think we’ve all reacted in ways we wouldn’t otherwise…said things...and felt things that we wouldn’t under any other circumstances.”<br><br>She smiled softly and leaned against the counter. As she took the first bite of her sandwich, she mulled it over.&nbsp; <br><br>“All we can do is try to work things out amongst ourselves, you know? If something that someone said is just wearing you down, maybe just approach them about it?”<br><br>Given the context it was an utterly simplistic approach. Perhaps it was even made from a place of slight ignorance about how spectacularly terrible the first interaction had been, but Delaney was nothing if not direct. <br><br>“I wouldn’t worry about what the public thinks, not just now.” the soft smile tilted slightly, she understood the struggle all too well. “We need to worry about us in here...and hell or high water find ways to live in close quarters without wanting to throttle each other.”<br><br>Speak of the devil and he shall come. <br><br>For beers. <br><br>Delaney briefly but politely caught Mark’s gaze but she took a sizable bite of her sandwich rather than say anything. A brief silence settled over the kitchen as she turned her attention back to Grace and he made his way back to where he and JJ were chatting.<br><br>“It’s a tough situation.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 04:07:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JOXZUP3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as Comp picture (https://pics.wikifeet.com/Victoria-Magrath-Feet-3772556.jpg) (Orange swimming costume and jean booty shorts)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney | JJ | Mark<br><br><hr><br>Grace continued to munch on her sandwich while Delaney expressed a little about her own experience on Love Island. It seemed as if their situations were just as complicated and riddled with drama, even if some of that had been manufactured by the producers to make for more interesting telly. <br><br>She nodded emphatically at Delaney’s literal explosive sound effect, her mouth still full of sandwich. Otherwise she would have likely joined in with her own noise as back up. The main difference between Delaney’s situation and Grace’s situation was that dreaded C word; couple. The reality of the situation was that Grace could find comfort in being coupled up with Corey. <br><br>Honestly, she couldn’t quite imagine dealing with this all and then being single on top of that. “Sounds quite fucked,” Grace agreed, joining in with Delaney’s laughter.<br><br>She made a point about how the world they were living in for the summer was not the world they had left. Everything happening here was made for telly. It was all pot stirring for the sake of it. Grace released a small sigh. “That’s true.” Why hadn’t she gathered that perspective on her own, up until that point?<br><br>It made perfect sense when the brunette explained that their circumstances were unique to this experience. Outside of the villa, the real world was kept waiting. “I suppose we are on a little bubble here. A bubble that’s set to explode at a moments notice.” She added that last part in with a chuckle. Just reflecting on it all for a moment made Grace realize that everything here seemed to be happening at warp speed. Whether she was ready for it, or not. <br><br>Her connection with Corey, though others might not understand it or even support it, was intensified due to this particular and peculiar situation. Perhaps that had a lot to do with her feelings toward the other guys when they had asked her out. Actually, the date with JJ had been going alright until she brought up the fact that she was steering clear of the bad boy type. But with Mark, there was no conversation, only arguing. <br><br>Delaney’s voice brought Grace back to the present, reminding her that the best they could do was live peaceably together and try to be cordial with one another. Grace nodded, mulling it over with another bite of sandwich. She mentioned not stressing over the public just yet and instead focusing on each other in the villa. That was when Mark suddenly appeared and popped into the fridge for two more beers. <br><br>Grace glanced at Delaney, who took a silent bite of her sandwich. Grace did the same, the silence permeating around the kitchen, until Mark walked off. It was a tough situation, as Delaney had remarked. “Yes, it is. But maybe it doesn’t have to stay that way.” She turned in a bit of a spin, heading to the fridge and pulling out the extra, unused cupcakes still in the sheet pan, from the fridge.<br><div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/612139753336471571/617804343348953134/Emoji-Poop-Cupcakes.png)</div><br>She grinned at Delaney after setting the pan down and removing the cling wrap. “There’s one way I can think of to bring people together.” She popped a cupcake out of the pan. “Sweets.” <br><br>Grace quickly warmed up the excess chocolate frosting she had made the other night, then packed it into a piping bag and connected a thin nozzle to the end. She sort of forgot about her sandwich as she set to work, adding chocolate frosting to three chocolate cupcakes.<br><br>They looked rather ordinary at first. But Grace wasn’t done yet. She took some fondant and shaped three sets of eyes, then carefully placed them onto each cupcake. With some of the remaining white fondant, she made animated looking mouths and gently stuck those on as well. <br><br>Once they were finished, she beamed at Delaney, placing all three onto a serving platter. “Remind you of anything…? Maybe a particularly overused emoji?” She giggled. “I mean, what better way to express you’re sorry than to give someone shit cupcakes. Right?” Grace kept a small grin on her face as she picked up the platter and readied herself to leave the kitchen.<br><br>Before she got too far, she paused and turned over her shoulder to look back at Delaney once more. “Wish me luck.” With that, she set off. It was a rather long walk from the kitchen to the smoking area, all the way around that big pool, and all. It felt like everybody’s eyes were glued to her. <br><br>She took a deep breath and kept on walking, only slowing her pace when she approached them; Mark and JJ. Her steps were hesitant as she approached, clearly not wanting to interrupt their conversation. <br><br>“Hope I’m not interrupting,” she politely declared, before bending down and setting the tray on the wonky piece of furniture she could only presume was a massive ashtray. Grace straightened herself up again and folded her hands in front of her. Again, she steadied her breath, then raised her head. <br><br>“JJ,” she looked first to him. “Mark,” then to him. Then she’d look back and forth between the two. “I was a shit. And consequently, our respective dates turned out to be utter shit. So, I’ve made these shit cupcakes which I hope do not taste like shit because I would like to apologize for my part in causing this incredibly shit situation.” <br><br>Grace unfolded her hands and gestured toward the cupcakes. “So, I’ve made these… for you both.” Grace managed a smile, first at JJ, then at Mark, her gaze faltering when she waited for a response, half expecting to hear none. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 04:56:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9EuNIEX.jpg?1)</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> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Hamilton, NZ<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Late Morning/Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Competition #1<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cassie<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><hr><br>Owen chuckled a bit at the blonde’s quip about the treatment she experienced at the hands of her siblings. <strong>“Well, I can promise you that I’m not here to drag you away or tell on you. Wouldn’t do me much good in getting my hands on a bit of those sweets if I did, I’d think.</strong>” <br><br>With a warm, genuine smile, he took a seat at the edge of the bed as she slid over and reached for a small piece of foil-wrapped chocolate. With the piece lightly grasped between the thumb and fore finger of his left hand, he extended his right and gently shook Elsa’s hand, making a small mental note of how relatively small it felt in his grasp. <br><br>There was a small chuckle before he answered her second question. <strong>“Owen, actually. Owen Christopher, and it’s a pleasure to meet you. Elsa, yes? I suppose I can understand the attraction to Thor, what with the hair and the lightning and all that.” </strong>He smirked a little and the blonde, noting that she was even more attractive up close. Owen was far from a comic book aficionado, but who hadn’t seen at least some of the movies by this point. <br><br>Granted, two could trade cultural references.<strong> “And I’ll do my best not to anger you, lest you bring the winter’s cold down upon us,” </strong>he said, giving her the lightest, most playful wink he could as he started to unwrap the candy. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 12:56:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRkhU3slmLhHEgt4Vei2sd0cFkXU9dcx8b-W4GC0ijM1JQf7p5N)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace<br><hr><br class="clear_left">At Grace’s comment about his deductive reasoning, Corey laughed as he sat back on the couch a little, the remainder of his cupcake held lightly in his hand.&nbsp; “It’s a gift.” He replied in a mock lofty tone, missing the opportunity for the obvious answer and swirling the half-eaten confection in his hand like it was the finest brandy and he was the lord of the manor.&nbsp; “For all that though, I wouldn’t call bridal showers and birthdays small potatoes either.&nbsp; &nbsp;I mean, people take those things bloody seriously, and if they are asking you to bake for them, that’s a compliment.”&nbsp; He continued, the ‘posh’ Corey falling away as quickly as it had appeared.<br><br>“Oh, so it’s the boys that are picking next, and you are trying to get to me through my stomach is it?”&nbsp; Corey asked, throwing his eyes wide and sitting up a bit more, his gaze falling to land suspiciously on the cupcake in his hand before a decision appeared to be reached and the rest was popped into his mouth.&nbsp; “A good plan, I have to admit.&nbsp; I mean, treats, presents, sharing a bed, you are making a very strong case here, Grace.”<br><br>Smiling across, Corey did not know what to make of the sudden look Grace gave him, having never heard any stories about pineapples, all he did know was that the way her eyes took him in during that brief moment had his heart thumping against his breastbone.&nbsp; Luckily, he knew how to handle her next comment quite well, and just like he had disappeared, Posh Corey flashed back into existence.&nbsp; “Hmph!&nbsp; I’ll have you know young lady that I have always preferred the Imperial Units!&nbsp; Or perhaps, not…”<br><br>Winking, Corey watched as Grace took a far more delicate bite of her cupcake than he had, although she did end up with a bit on her nose.&nbsp; Reaching across, Corey gently wiped the small bit of green palm tree away with his finger.&nbsp; “Hold on, you’ve got a bit there…” He said as he left her nose clean again before popping the digit in his mouth and sucking off the frosting.&nbsp; “Mmm, tastes even better this way.”&nbsp; He smiled, a little wickedly, that being Corey’s strongest flirt of the summer so far.<br><br>“Huh, alright, a bit of Q and A then.”&nbsp; Corey laughed as the question came hard and fast.&nbsp; “Let’s see, I already told you what I did for a living.&nbsp; For now.&nbsp; So, I live in London currently, in a flat I share with a few mates.&nbsp; One that I can only hope to move out from soon!&nbsp; I actually grew up in London, Kingston to be precise.&nbsp; My dad runs a little pub in Kingston still, and my mum is a hairdresser, although I think she’d quit that in a flash if she could, but her and my dad decided them both working in the pub was a bit much.”&nbsp; He chuckled.&nbsp; There was no doubt Corey’s parents loved each other from the way he talked about them, but living AND working together, well his folks were smart enough to know when close was TOO close.<br><br>“Oh, and yeah, no pressure there!”&nbsp; Wiping his hands free of crumbs, Corey left them without treats for the time being as he had been hitting them pretty hard.&nbsp; “Yeah, I definitely would.&nbsp; To be honest, when I first arrived, I was so nervous about not being picked, that I was going to keep stepping forward until someone picked me or Caroline sent me packing.&nbsp; But, as for my pick…” Corey blushed a little, hoping he was reading them rightly and not making a huge mistake here, “well I seem to have got it right in one, so why would I even think of switching?”<br><br>“Hmm, alright, same questions, all around then.&nbsp; Well, except for the other girls part.&nbsp; I can guess that one.&nbsp; Oh, and one more!&nbsp; If you had to choose tomorrow to make your living in fashion, or in baking, what would it be?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 16:32:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, 23:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> @ the hot tub<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">T-shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/8174-xrHQxL._UX679_.jpg)</div></div> , well-worn jeans, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Socks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ik.imagekit.io/overdose/3wisemen/catalog/product/cache/4/small_image/265x320/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/x/sx-101913_white.jpg)</div></div> , <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0046/5548/0950/products/STEVEMADDEN-CASUAL_ZENO_BLUE-FABRIC_grande.jpg?v=1549480015)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>So this was a new thing for him.&nbsp; Making a mistake wasn't a new thing for him.&nbsp; Making multiple, catastrophic mistakes over a thirty-six hour period.&nbsp; Yeah...that was something he was hoping he wasn't going to become an expert at.&nbsp; He was feeling better about some things and while the secrets competition had been an absolute tire fire things were on the uptick.&nbsp; He was nervous about Delaney and once again while his brain was telling him there was nothing to be nervous about, his abdomen had other ideas.<br><br>He suspected that it had something to do with the fact that she absolutely had no reason to be here on the Island.&nbsp; At least...he thought as much.&nbsp; She just seemed like she had moved past the ridiculous antics of this show, particularly his antics this morning.&nbsp; While there had been no opportunity to talk about her job, he suspected she had no small amount of exposure to guys acting like idiots and he suspected she was at a point where she had zero tolerance for guys that acted like he had at the competition this morning.<br><br>Still...she had picked up his hat when he had forgotten about it in his rush to leave the competition.&nbsp; That was a good sign right?&nbsp; Or maybe she's just really nice and felt bad for him?<br><br>Still...try.<br><br>Just try to make amends.&nbsp; Show her that he wasn't the fuck up she had every reason to think he was.<br><br>She had requested treats...maybe demanded treats as a fee for the conversation with her.&nbsp; The lounge he was at was not the solution for that although they had been kind enough to try.&nbsp; A plate of manchego and some cold fried potatoes wasn't going to cut it.&nbsp; So he was wracking his brain for an idea when they passed a street vendor on the way home and there was a glimmer of hope.<br><br>Which brought him to the villa here and now.&nbsp; Holding two large paper cones that looked similar to holding two paper bouquets.&nbsp; He had made his way into the backyard; his attention drifting towards the daybeds that had become her home of sorts and not seeing her, he looked about.<br><br>A way of relief and anxiety washed through him as he saw her lounging about in the hot tub.&nbsp; Her hair was up, with errant damp, dark tendrils falling down around her face and neck.&nbsp; He moved around to the side so she could see him approach from a distance and so that he wasn't approaching from behind and catching her off guard.&nbsp; He offered her a small smile as he crouched down near to her at the edge of the hot tub.&nbsp; Both paper cones, sealed and held in either hand as he spoke...<br><br><em>"Hey.&nbsp; Thank you.&nbsp; I just need to put all of this together and then I'll be right back alright?&nbsp; About five or ten."</em> , lifting an eyebrow as he looked to her and waited for her buy in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 16:35:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7b/156698940925441015.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Dinner time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br>Grace had been perking her brows rather expectantly at Corey, yet when he fell short of delivering the phrase she had been looking for, she had to show her very playful disappointment. “A gift, is it? Not elementary, my dear Watson?” She reminded him of the quote that not even a Sherlock fan had to know, as long as they watched The Great Mouse Detective at least once in their lives.<br><br>Even still, the pretend posh Corey that he was putting on display was quite entertaining. She tried picturing him in a robe and house slippers, but found herself just chuckling at that image. When he reminded her that even birthdays and bridal showers were impressive, Grace smiled brightly. “I am always complimented when someone asks me to bake something for them. Because I know they could have gone to any professional for the same thing, but they chose me.”<br><br>After she reminded Corey that it was the boys who held the power this week, Grace beamed at his response. “Ah, so my plan is revealed. The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, as they say. That’s been my strategy in here.” She joked. The idea of even having a strategy felt weird to Grace. She certainly didn’t consider herself to have one at all. She was there for the chance at love and maybe that made her seem a little gullible or naive, that such a thing could happen whilst every move was recorded and aired on telly. But, there she was.<br><br>His innocence truly shined through when he couldn’t fathom what she had meant by the pineapple reference. She had to bite her lip to keep from revealing all, lest he lose his innocence because of her! Grace had to chuckle at Corey’s professed preference for imperial units. But soon, her grin was fading in response to him leaning over and reaching out for her. She blinked, but remained frozen in place while Corey collected a bit of frosting from the end of her nose.<br><br>“Oh, goodness me. How embarrassing.” She murmured, grabbing a napkin hastily and dabbing at her nose to get rid of any excess frosting. But Corey didn’t seem bothered in the slightest as he sucked the delicious topping from his finger. His remark about it tasting better that way made Grace’s cheeks flush a little. “Well, maybe we’ll need to allow you to taste the cupcakes in a different way one of these days.” She suggested, hoping to plant the idea in his head that he could lick the frosting off of her skin. <br><br>Grace kept on smiling as Corey laughed at her questions. “Sorry, was that too much?” She hadn’t even thought about bombarding him with queries. It was just that he had her so curious. When he mentioned that he lived in London - with mates, she wasn’t surprised to hear - her eyes went a bit wide with excitement. He spoke about his parents and their professions, and Grace tilted her head, nodding along and smiling warmly all the while. <br><br>“I love London,” she interjected when she was able. “Actually, I believe it’s just an hour from Brighton to London, if you go by train through Victoria Station.” Of course she had visited London every chance she got. It was one of the fashion capitals of the world, wasn’t it? Grace laughed when Corey did, but hushed up when he answered her question about who he’d have chosen on day one. To hear him confess that he was planning to step forward for every girl, she couldn’t hide her aghast expression. “Lucky for me I was first to arrive then, isn’t it? You might’ve wound up with someone else!” <br><br>Perish the thought. Grace couldn’t even imagine Corey with another girl, let alone her with some other bloke. <br><br>His blush allowed Grace to easily forgive him for his daft strategy, though. And him admitting he’d have picked her straight away didn’t hurt either. “That’s how I feel, too.” She added, quietly. Corey then added his own question to the list and it was Grace’s turn to respond. She smiled and this time picked a piece of cupcake off with her fingers, rather than risk another frosting faux pas. She popped the bite into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully, then answered him. <br><br>“I’m from Brighton, and I’ve lived there all my life. I’m currently living in a flat there, near my mum. The idea of being too far away from her is… a bit much for me right now,” she chuckled at herself. “But I’m sure that won’t last forever.” Her hand waved delicately, to dismiss the notion. “What else did I ask you?” She chuckled. “Well, since we’re on the topic of parents, erm… my mum is a secretary and my dad’s a bio-medical engineer.” She gave off a slightly trembling sigh.<br><br>“He was her guidance counselor while she was at university. So, they were never supposed to be an item and as such, they hid their relationship. When my mum got pregnant with me, she told him, but he said he couldn’t afford it ruining his reputation at the university. Apparently he sent her money every month to help get her by, but in place of a father figure I mostly had my maternal grandparents.” She blinked a bit, her lashes looking slightly wet. “They actually owned a bakery in Brighton.” Her smile returned, though it did seem slightly sad.<br><br>“My grandmother and my grandfather, they taught me loads. But the one thing we all had in common was this love for baking. I think I learned to love it because they loved it so much.” It was clear by then that she was referring to them in the past tense. “The bakery shut down after they passed away. They wanted us to sell it and use the money as we needed it.” Her head lowered and she smiled down at her cupcake. “If I could do anything in the world, I’d carry on what they started… I’d follow in their footsteps so that their legacy could live on.” <br><br>Grace sniffled, reaching up with her free and just in time to catch a tear before it had a chance to properly fall down her cheek. “Sorry, it’s all still a bit raw. It hasn’t even been a year yet. They passed just after the New Year. First my grandmother, and then my grandfather.” Her smile was strong, despite her sadness. “I know they’d want me to bake… I’m just so terrified of not living up to their expectations. Of failing, and making them disappointed in me. You know?” <br><br>After a moment, she sighed loudly, wiping her lashes a bit more. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be the wet blanket all of the sudden.” She groaned. “And we were having such a good first date, too. Ugh, I must be cursed with first dates or something,” she joked, laughing gently. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 16:37:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/bb62-2016/02/14/criminal-damage-navyblack-nep-t-shirt-product-2-556257935-normal.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Jameson (JJ) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15018215#msg15018215)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> New York, NY<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside in the Villa/Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/bb62-2016/02/14/criminal-damage-navyblack-nep-t-shirt-product-2-556257935-normal.jpeg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Grace<br><br><hr><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ listened to Mark’s recitation of woe, punctuated twice by a swig from his beer, and his brows started to rise with each element of the litany.&nbsp; Eventually, Mark wound to a halt… to find JJ laughing quietly.&nbsp; Good-naturedly.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Christ, man,” </strong>he said, shaking his head, the laughter still clear in his tone, <strong>“that’s a hell of a list of pissed off people for being here less than 24 hours.&nbsp; No wonder you’re beating yourself up!”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He took another drink, smiling around the mouth of the bottle.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Delaney, though… she’s the smoke-show that came in with me, right?&nbsp; I think she’s over in the kitchen if you want…”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ paused as he looked over toward where he remembered seeing Delaney and Grace some few minutes before.&nbsp; But where he had expected to see the two of them still engaged in conversation, he instead saw Delaney looking over toward them… and Grace approaching.&nbsp; She walked with an inexorable momentum, almost like a petite sailing ship flying before the wind.&nbsp; The metaphor was reinforced to JJ when he saw the stern determination on her face.&nbsp; She looked like a ship’s figurehead, regal and implacable, bearing... cupcakes? Though as she approached he thought he detected a note of uncertainty.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Ssssshiiiiit…,”</strong> he said softly to Mark before she arrived.<strong> “Looks like we’re going to have that chance to bury the hatchet a little quicker than we thought, man.”<br></strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ looked up to Grace as she approached and gave her a smile.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Grace,” </strong>he said congenially.&nbsp; <strong>“Not at all.&nbsp; We were just talking about you, actually.”<br></strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; As she bent down to lay the cupcakes on what he presumed was an ashtray, his eyebrows rose.&nbsp; Were those… shitcakes?&nbsp; What the…?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Then she started to speak.&nbsp; At first JJ’s only reaction was astonishment.&nbsp; Never in a million years would he have expected Grace to apologize, let alone so genuinely.&nbsp; He’d thought he had her number, but clearly he was wrong and his estimation of her ticked up a notch.&nbsp; Then, as he listened to her explain the situation, and presumably her choice in culinary design, he started to laugh.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; At first it was a low, quiet laugh of genuine amusement and by the end of her speech he was shaking with it.&nbsp; After a few moments, he wiped his eyes, sighed and grinned at her.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;“Jesus, Grace.&nbsp; That might be the best apology I’ve ever gotten.&nbsp; Grace, indeed.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He shook his head, still amused and a little chastened that he’d thought so ill of her only a few hours before.<br><br><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; “As it happens, we were just talking about trying to smooth the waters over with you, too.&nbsp; So first let me say, apology accepted.&nbsp; Then allow me to apologize as well for presuming the worst of you and mocking the choices you’re making here.&nbsp; We’re each here for our own reasons, and yours are just as valid as mine.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He reached down to take a cupcake and gave another little laugh as he stared for a moment into its googly eyes.<br><br><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; “I don’t know how well these go with beer, but I’m pretty sure they won’t taste like shit.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He held the cupcake up to Mark, like a toast, waiting for him to take on the mantle.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 17:18:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, noon-ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside in the Villa/Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Swim Shorts</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn11.bigcommerce.com/s-6ehfk/images/stencil/original/products/8115/24103/Addicted-Mesh-Rainbow-Swim-Short-ADS178-01-White-F__38252.1560732424.jpg?c=2?c=2&amp;imbypass=on&amp;imbypass=on)</div></div> , red compression socks and running shoes<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> J.J. , Grace<br><br><br><hr><br>His eyebrows lifted in surprise as J.J. quietly announced Grace's approach.&nbsp; He felt a stab of anxiety at the mention of Grace.&nbsp; He just...didn't want another scene.&nbsp; It wasn't so much a matter of who said what or who did what.&nbsp; He just didn't want something else to feel brutal about.<br><br>He could feel the tension wind through his shoulders like a steel cable only to look to where Grace and Delaney had been chatting in the kitchen only to see Grace approaching...and with...cupcakes?<br><br>He was just about to take a drink from his beer when he took note of Grace's approach and he just froze...the beer bottle pressed to his lips only to lower it as Grace began to speak.<br><br>J.J. handled it all...like a pro.&nbsp; The guy was a natural at this sort of thing and Mark took queues off of him.&nbsp; The truth of it was that Grace didn't need to do this.&nbsp; He suspected he wasn't going to be in the house much longer than a few more days when it came time for the women to pick the couples.&nbsp; She could have just waited it out to be rid of him and instead...well...she lived up to her namesake.<br><br>He nodded his head to J.J. and placed his beer on the patio tiles nearby before reaching out to scoop up a cupcake that Grace had brought.&nbsp; Standing up and giving Grace a small smile and lifted his cupcake in turn in a toast.&nbsp; He met Grace's gaze and a contrite smile was seen as he spoke.<br><br><em>"I'm sorry too Grace.&nbsp; When you tried to make amends on the date, I was anything but gracious and it was indeed a shit thing to do to you.&nbsp; I think it's safe to say you should just ignore everything I have to say...you know...except this.&nbsp; Don't ignore this.&nbsp; Thanks for making the effort here. It can't have been easy."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 22:50:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hot Tub<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/98/7f/04/987f04b1a9588d62ee52e7e52dac6582.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Open<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Forty-five minutes came and went. Then an hour. An hour and five minutes to talk herself out of being okay. The waiting was the worst part. She played their conversation, then the competition, then their last two texts on repeat until she heard the soft scuff of his shoes along the far edge of the pool and through the smoking area. <br><br>At first she didn’t move. Her head rested back against the edge and her eyes were closed as her fingers skimmed the surface of the water, the calm of it stirred by the gentle whirling of the jets on low. The quiet noise of them running and the distant sounds of Islanders settling in for the night were all that broke the stillness of the evening. That and her thoughts. They resembled the water in a way, mostly calm but shifted by unseen forces into a state of unrest. <br><br>A few seconds passed before she opened her eyes and offered him a small smile of her own. A hint of curiosity mingled quietly with the gravity of the moment and she nodded before shifting to a more upright position. <br><br>“Alright...I’ll be here.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 23:13:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, 23:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> @ the hot tub<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">T-shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/8174-xrHQxL._UX679_.jpg)</div></div> , well-worn jeans, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Socks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ik.imagekit.io/overdose/3wisemen/catalog/product/cache/4/small_image/265x320/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/x/sx-101913_white.jpg)</div></div> , <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0046/5548/0950/products/STEVEMADDEN-CASUAL_ZENO_BLUE-FABRIC_grande.jpg?v=1549480015)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>He nodded his head in agreement, offering her a smile before standing smoothly and moving to the kitchen without further delay.&nbsp; He wasn't going to over-analayze why he was feeling what he was feeling regarding Delaney.&nbsp; He just wanted things to go smoothly and he didn't want to be quite so ashamed of how things went during the competition.<br><br>While it took him longer than he would have liked to find everything he needed, soon there were three small saucepans atop the oven and he had emptied the contents of three separate containers into them.&nbsp; It only took a few minutes for the sauces contained within each saucepan to warm up and the scents of chocolate and caramel filled the air of the kitchen as he worked.&nbsp; He opened the two paper cones and began placing the fresh churros on a plate, moving swiftly and confidently.&nbsp; The plate of churros was placed on a tray and shortly thereafter three bowls were placed around the plate.&nbsp; He took his time pouring each heated sauce into a separate bowl, then pausing to rinse each sauce pan and leaving them in the sink for later.&nbsp; He reached overhead and pulled down a large champagne flute and placed it on the tray as well as a clean, folded napkin.&nbsp; He frowned a moment as he looked at the tray...thinking...and then pivoting and returning a few minutes later with a pitcher of cold milk as well as a pitcher of iced water.&nbsp; Worrying his lower lip a moment with his teeth before exhaling through his nostrils and picking up the tray.<br><br>He moved across the yard and made his way to the side of the hot tub once more and settled down onto one knee as he placed the tray next to where she was settled in the hot tub.<br><br><em>"Okay...so...Majorcan churros."</em> , he pointed with one finger to a bowl with steaming sauce in it.&nbsp; <em>"Chocolate."</em> , then pointing to another bowl, nearly the same colour as the first but with an orange hue to it. <em>"Spiced chocolate.&nbsp; It has some kick and the last one is salted caramel."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;He cleared his throat a moment as he stayed kneeling near the tray.&nbsp; <em>"I also brought you milk and uh...water.&nbsp; I thought champagne would taste strange with the baked goods."</em> He paused...thinking... <em>"But I can go find some champagne if you'd rather?"</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 23:43:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hot Tub<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/98/7f/04/987f04b1a9588d62ee52e7e52dac6582.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Open<br><br><br><hr><br><br>The subtle aroma of warm chocolate preceded him and for a fraction of a second the excitement broke through the seriousness and she allowed herself a smile in earnest. She turned at first, and moved his hat out of the way to allow him to set the tray on the ledge next to her. The treat comment had been a joke, and a challenge. No way had she expected him to come through, but clearly she’d underestimated the man. <br><br>Her smile faded but didn’t disappear completely and she stood from her seat to pour some of the milk into the champagne flute. <br><br>“First…” she started, glancing between him and the glass. “I’m tired of champagne.” <br><br>Never had she drank so much champagne in such a short period of time. It had seemed nice and novel at first but for tonight the milk and cold water were perfect additions. <br><br>“Second…this is lovely, thank you. I’m suitably impressed.” <br><br>Milk poured, her attention focused upon him completely. <br><br>“And finally...are you coming in, or am I getting out?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 00:11:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, 23:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> @ the hot tub<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">T-shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/8174-xrHQxL._UX679_.jpg)</div></div> , well-worn jeans, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Socks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ik.imagekit.io/overdose/3wisemen/catalog/product/cache/4/small_image/265x320/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/x/sx-101913_white.jpg)</div></div> , <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0046/5548/0950/products/STEVEMADDEN-CASUAL_ZENO_BLUE-FABRIC_grande.jpg?v=1549480015)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>He didn't want to move her.&nbsp; She seemed comfortable and if she was giving him the option then he wanted her comfortable.&nbsp; She had her churros and milk.&nbsp; The milk was the only choice as far as he was concerned but at the moment he didn't think he needed to share that with her.<br><br>This was a little like a date...but somehow it felt as though the stakes were higher.&nbsp; &nbsp;He didn't want to delay.&nbsp; Each second that passed was one second longer of ... this.&nbsp; How things currently felt and it was profoundly different from earlier this morning.&nbsp; He wasn't even sure if there was a way to get back to this morning but what he was sure about was that if he didn't try at all...there just wasn't much point in being here much longer.<br><br><em>"Okay..."</em> , while staying on one knee he undid the laces of one shoe and slipped it off.&nbsp; <em>"Let's do the easier one of the two first."</em>&nbsp; He shifted, swapping knees and shortly thereafter removed his second shoe.&nbsp; Giving, Delaney space and no further delay he moved to the opposite side of the hot tub and simply slipped into it, still clothed.&nbsp; <em>"So about the family..."</em> , he exhaled as he thought about where to go with this and even as the water immediately soaked him through and he settled in the water across from her, he realized that he had not put any thought into how he was going to explain this.<br><br><em>"Right...so it was my second week in California.&nbsp; I was at a shoot for some designer's spread in Vogue and all of the models and much of the crew were put up in this insane mansion that they Air BnB'd and it was just...a party...twenty-four seven.&nbsp; So one of the models, her sister is some kind of director of photography or something.&nbsp; I'm still learning the terms and both of them, their mom is one of the agents that brokered the whole deal.&nbsp; So it was the second night there.&nbsp; The Monday and the model that I was in the shoot with, she taught me about a term I'd never heard of before.&nbsp; Sex-positive."</em> , he was speaking to Delaney in a low, calm voice. A&nbsp; small smile on his face that was one part confident and one part embarrassed.&nbsp; Initially he had not thought that sex with the three women had been that big a deal but the reactions of the Islanders had him second guessing that.&nbsp; <em> "So.&nbsp; The model and I had sex.&nbsp; That was pretty much it.&nbsp; She had a good time, as did I.&nbsp; Transaction completed.&nbsp; Two days later; her sister is chatting me up at dinner.&nbsp; She knew about what happened with her sister...they talk and one thing led to another and we had sex."</em> , he exhaled slowly before continuing.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"So the Friday, things are wrapping up.&nbsp; The sisters are cordial to me and really that's about it and I'm showering at the end of the day and the mother invites herself into the shower with me.&nbsp; We talk.&nbsp; She's up to speed about her daughters and the mother is...very convincing.&nbsp; So...the deal is sealed...as it were."</em><br><br>He frowned a moment as he thought about it.<br><br><em>"You know...it's not a badge of honour.&nbsp; I'm not high - fiving people over it nor am I congratulating myself.&nbsp; It was sex and it was fun and it seemed like a good idea...at the time.&nbsp; Everyone was on the same page.&nbsp; We used protection...but even after that I still got tested...and of course I worried for two weeks straight until I got the results back telling me I was fine."</em> He tilted his head from one side to the other as he thought...trying to unpack his feelings about the whole thing.<br><br><em>"So...after that I got tested...again....and I still came out fine.&nbsp; What I learned is that I'm good now.&nbsp; I had my moment of reckless sex with attractive people.&nbsp; I'm not judging the women.&nbsp; They seemed to know what they wanted and they had a good time.&nbsp; Now..." </em> He shrugged slightly, his orange t-shirt clinging to him like a second skin as it played across his muscles.&nbsp; <em>"I don't know...I guess I just don't think I need to prove myself quite so badly?"</em><br><br>He exhaled slowly...<em>"So you might have some questions about that before...I get into the real problem.&nbsp; I just wanted you to know the deal about that."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 01:58:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hot Tub<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/98/7f/04/987f04b1a9588d62ee52e7e52dac6582.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Open<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Mark, a man of <em>interesting</em> choices and discerning taste in treats. With a churro in one hand an an oddly elegant flute of milk in the other she settled in for the long haul. Whatever she had expected, this wasn’t it but somehow that was mostly a comfort. <br><br>Delaney had expected the somber negativity to remain pervasive, and at first had all but forgotten about his secret. She was nothing if not sex-positive, and the <em>interesting</em> revelation about his escapades hadn’t shaken her. They still didn’t, despite his best effort. No mistaken identity. No oops...just ‘Yeah, I did this thing.’. <br><br>She listened quietly and scooped as much caramel as humanly possible onto her churro. The churro was only a delivery vehicle for the sauce and anyone that pretended otherwise was misguided. <br><br>When he fell silent at the end of his story, Delaney ate the last two bites of her churro, washed it down with what remained of her milk, met his eyes earnestly for a long moment then spoke with conviction. <br><br>“So I’m gonna be straight with you, Mark.” <br><br>She plucked another churro from the platter and dipped it into the spiced chocolate with the same aplomb she’d demonstrated with the caramel. <br><br>“That’s a fascinating story and all...but I’m feeling a tad uncomfortable. Perhaps you can clarify something for me.” <br><br>Delaney poured another flute of milk.<br><br>“Are you or are you not aware that wearing jeans is generally frowned upon in a hot tub?”<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 02:11:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, 23:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> @ the hot tub<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">T-shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/8174-xrHQxL._UX679_.jpg)</div></div> , well-worn jeans, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Socks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ik.imagekit.io/overdose/3wisemen/catalog/product/cache/4/small_image/265x320/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/x/sx-101913_white.jpg)</div></div> , <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0046/5548/0950/products/STEVEMADDEN-CASUAL_ZENO_BLUE-FABRIC_grande.jpg?v=1549480015)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>There was something absolutely imperious and unassailable about her at this moment.&nbsp; Lounging about in the hot tub, glistening from the steam.&nbsp; Her eyes on him and only flickering away from time to time in order to help herself to what he had brought for her was as unsettling as it was compelling.<br><br>It was hard to tell what she was thinking.&nbsp; No...calculus is hard.&nbsp; Diamonds are hard.&nbsp; Delaney was something else altogether.<br><br><em>“That’s a fascinating story and all...but I’m feeling a tad uncomfortable. Perhaps you could clarify something for me.” </em><br><br>That was it.&nbsp; He felt like a hand had been plunged inside of his abdomen...he felt...awful.&nbsp; This was it.&nbsp; He turned a corner with her and she was done but not before she was going to put it to him a little.<br><br>Death.<br><br>Darkness.<br><br>He watched her pour more milk into the champagne flute...&nbsp; It was like everything was moving in slow motion.<br><br><br><em>“Are you or are you not aware that wearing jeans is generally frowned upon in a hot tub?”</em><br><br>Rebirth.<br><br>A new day.<br><br>Blue eyes closed and she could see him smile a moment.&nbsp; Small...indulgent...relieved.&nbsp; He bit his lower lip a moment as his eyes met hers...and he kept his lip bit to keep from smiling more.&nbsp; From smiling too much.&nbsp; It was like he could breathe again.<br><br><em>"I'm still in the penalty box.&nbsp; Let me move onto the next thing and if you're good after that?&nbsp; Then we can talk about my unacceptable state of dress."</em><br><br>His eyes flickered to the salted caramel that she was favouring.&nbsp; It was something to note if he had the opportunity at a later date.&nbsp; He looked back to her and lifted an eyebrow inquisitively.<br><br><em>"Do we have a deal?"</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 02:31:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hot Tub<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/98/7f/04/987f04b1a9588d62ee52e7e52dac6582.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Open<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Delaney knew the power of a well calculated pause as assuredly as she knew her own name and it wasn't above her to let him stew in it for awhile. She casually enjoyed her churro and reflected upon her own thoughts in the most leisurely fashion possible, he’d earned it. Mostly with his antics at the competition. <br><br><em>"I'm still in the penalty box."</em><br><br>“You are.” she confirmed. <br><br>Penalty box was one way to put it and she remained unmoved by his attempt to negotiate. <br><br>“And no..no deal.” <br><br>She licked a stray bit of caramel from her finger and leveled her gaze. There was a hint of a smile somewhere, one that matched his even though she kept it closely guarded. <br><br>“While I applaud you for taking off your shoes...your <em>unacceptable state of dress</em> is distracting.” <br><br>Not in a good way. He couldn’t possibly be comfortable. She wasn’t comfortable with it and she wasn’t even the one wearing it all. <br><br>“I’m going to need you to take off your clothes.” <br><br>She almost cracked a full grin as she gestured at his pants with her churro. <br><br>“I hope you’re wearing underwear...under..there.”<br><br>Alternatively, he could go upstairs and change into some swimwear. She was perfectly willing to consider that proposal if he brought it to the bargaining table, but it was on him to bring it up. <br><br>“I’ll turn around if you’d rather I didn’t look.”<br><br>Because they definitely weren’t surrounded by cameras at all times.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 02:57:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | after competition/noon?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa outdoor beds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Owen(Lustful) | open<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://images.immediate.co.uk/production/volatile/sites/3/2017/08/109183.png?quality=90&amp;lb=620,413&amp;background=white)</div>At first she didn't understand the reference and she looked puzzle believing him to be referencing the fact that she was from Sweden and the land of winter sports. In another time or setting she would have clued in almost immediately but instead she stared at him and smiled watching him take the candy. <br><br>After a second that felt more like an eternity to her, realization dawned like the sun breaking free of it's night time slumber. <br><br><strong>"Oh, I get it,"</strong> Elsa chuckled and smacked her forehead in mock shock at her own stupidity. <strong>"Until I moved to London, I had never heard that before."</strong> She shook her head. <strong>"Of course I've seen the movie but Elsa is one of the most common girl's names in Sweden. It's like being a Jane in the UK. It's been one of the most popular names for decades. I kind of like it though. Getting compared to a Disney princess. Makes me feel special when I'm away from home... Random story. One of my friends was calling to me in Harrods (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harrods) and when I turned around to face her this little girl ran up and wrapped her arms around my waist. I looked down at her and she was telling me that she loved me and when she grew up she wanted to be just like me. It was the sweetest thing ever. I had my hair in braids and she was in awe of my blond hair and long braids. She was so adorable. Her father looked mortified but I agreed to get my picture taken with her. I'm pretty sure she wasn't going to let go of me until her father agreed to take the picture."</strong><br><br>Elsa took a moment to appreciate Owen where they were up close and personal like this. She liked his look and gave him a small smile as she made the fact that she was checking him out obvious. Then she reclined back onto the bed, resting her head on the pillow. Her eyes looked back out to the sky again, watching the cloud wisps high up.<br><br>Speaking randomly while she stared out at the sky, <strong>"It was the candy wasn't it. Like a moth to flame. Bring out the food and the boys will come. Wasn't my intention. I was just carefully selecting sweet treats based on my emotions. Chocolate to sooth the loneliness, caramel to counter the frustrations, and sour gummies because it's hard to make an angry face when your lips are puckered."</strong> She chuckled at herself. <strong>"What brings you to my candy land? Or to Love Island for that matter?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 03:12:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, 23:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> @ the hot tub<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">T-shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/8174-xrHQxL._UX679_.jpg)</div></div> , well-worn jeans, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Socks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ik.imagekit.io/overdose/3wisemen/catalog/product/cache/4/small_image/265x320/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/x/sx-101913_white.jpg)</div></div> , <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0046/5548/0950/products/STEVEMADDEN-CASUAL_ZENO_BLUE-FABRIC_grande.jpg?v=1549480015)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br><em>"Unyielding you are..."</em><br><br>His blue eyes narrowed as he looked to her.&nbsp; His voice was low, a mixture of irritation, amusement and reverence...&nbsp; His shoulders shifted slightly from side to side, his hands working beneath the surface of the water.&nbsp; It took longer than he anticipated but eventually he lifted one hand from beneath the heated and roiling surface of the hot tub and placed a single wet sock on the edge of the hot tub.<br><br>He gave her a somewhat withering look as though he were saying, "You asked for this."<br><br>Only to repeat the same motion and eventually...eventually he removed his second sock which was smoothly and promptly placed atop the first.&nbsp; There were some things he was unsure of in life.&nbsp; It seemed like even moreso there were so many things to be unsure of inside the villa and with the people therein.<br><br>What he absolutely was not unsure of however was the next moment.<br><br>He stood up smoothly, his clothing clinging to him and without hesitation he peeled the faded orange t-shirt upwards.&nbsp; Muscles playing across his abdomen and chest, his skin shining as he pulled the shirt up over his head.&nbsp; He placed it with a soft, wet sound atop his socks, wisps of steam dancing upward off of his bare skin as his hands moved to his belt.<br><br>Releasing it; the buckle jingling quietly as he released his jeans.&nbsp; There was no sense of a strip tease from him but by the way he moved and by the way he kept his eyes on hers there was no small amount of confidence in the way he revealed himself to her.&nbsp; Pausing from time to time to keep his soaked, black boxer briefs at non-scandalous levels upon his hips as he finally removed his wet jeans and settled into the water once more.&nbsp; <br><br>Shoulders flexed as he let his arms extend to either side and rest upon the edge of the hot tub.&nbsp; Lifting an eyebrow again as he spoke quietly...<br><br><em>"Comfortable?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 03:40:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hot Tub<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/98/7f/04/987f04b1a9588d62ee52e7e52dac6582.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Open<br><br><br><hr><br><em>"Unyielding you are..."</em><br><br>“It’s been said before.” she remarked unapologetically. <br><br>Her eyes never wandered, not once. It was more out of stubbornness than anything else. The most poignant betrayal had faded to a dull but omnipresent ache, but it was still there and she wasn’t about to let an exceptional set of abs get her off course. A part of her sincerely wondered if he understood what part of this ordeal had twisted her up. He seemed repentant. Self deprecating, even. But did he really know why she was putting him through the crucible? <br><br>She bit her bottom lip as he discarded his shirt then let a small wry grin make an appearance as his jeans followed, her eyes still locked upon his. <br><br>“Better.”<br><br>Not that it was going to matter for long, they were getting to the uncomfortable subjects. <br><br>Delaney stood and carefully slid the tray along the ledge until it sat more centrally between them. Sharing the churros wasn’t a strict requirement for the conversation to continue, but she hoped he would. <br><br>“Now...about the real problem.”<br><br>She took one more sip of milk before she waded back around to resume her position across the hot tub from him. <br><br>“What do <em>you</em> suppose the real problem is?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 04:01:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, 23:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> @ the hot tub<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black boxer briefs - everything else removed <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">T-shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/8174-xrHQxL._UX679_.jpg)</div></div> , well-worn jeans, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Socks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ik.imagekit.io/overdose/3wisemen/catalog/product/cache/4/small_image/265x320/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/x/sx-101913_white.jpg)</div></div> , <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0046/5548/0950/products/STEVEMADDEN-CASUAL_ZENO_BLUE-FABRIC_grande.jpg?v=1549480015)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>He was reminded why he had chosen to keep her in the hot tub rather than have her leave it.&nbsp; Delaney in a bikini was a problem.&nbsp; It didn't help that she glistened as steam danced off the surface of the hot tub and coiled around her slender limbs, as though reluctant to be free of her and urging her to return to the waters once more.<br><br>He could empathize with the steam...<br><br>The confident look he held faltered some as she settled once more across from him.&nbsp; One arm slipped off of the edge of the hot tub and fidgeted against the surface of the water as he tried to think about how to properly explain what he was feeling...or at least what the goal was for explaining to her.<br><br>Because there was this pendulum-like swing to their conversation that was maddening.&nbsp; She would give him something that made him think things were fine and then...he'd be back in the weeds.<br><br><em>"So..."</em> ... he lifted his free hand from the surface of the water.&nbsp; His hand moving slightly as though he was trying to grapple with the words that he was trying to say to her.&nbsp; <em>"...I...A person.&nbsp; A guy...who is...a nightmare would try to convince you just like this that he wasn't a nightmare by saying he wasn't a nightmare.&nbsp; When in fact..."</em>, he shook his head slightly. <em>"The guy is a fuckin' mess."</em> He gave her a hopeless sort of smile.&nbsp; <em>"I am not proud of how I acted during that...game.&nbsp; But I am not going to just chalk it up to being stressed and feeling like I had no agency in a situation I wasn't...that I would never normally put myself in.&nbsp; I fucked up.&nbsp; I treated a nice woman poorly all so that I could stick it in and break it off with a guy that I suspected I could get a reaction out of all because I found him irritating.&nbsp; It was not a shining moment for me."</em><br><br>He paused...frowning as he looked at the surface of the water...before looking back and holding her gaze once more.&nbsp; <em>"I'm not going to give you the whole Baby.&nbsp; I can do so much better.&nbsp; Because...well...you don't even know me and I don't know you.&nbsp; What I know...however is that I hope to learn more about you.&nbsp; I hope to spend what little time left I have here to show you...and the other people here but also...really...you.&nbsp; I want to show you the guy I normally am and not whatever it was that I showed during that competition because that sort of behaviour is...unusual...and unwelcome."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 04:30:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hot Tub<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/98/7f/04/987f04b1a9588d62ee52e7e52dac6582.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark (Logan and Rhonda mentioned) | Open<br><br><br><hr><br>There was a moment where the conversation turned. The pendulum stopped, and the impervious grin faded slowly from her lips like the wisps of steam that had rolled off her skin just a few heartbeats before. She sat in a silence that was deafening, and the quiet sound of their motion in the water felt more distant. <br><br><em>“A guy...who is...a nightmare”</em><br><br>If only it was that simple…<br><br>Mark was just about the furthest thing from a nightmare she’d ever met. He was witty and good-natured, kind, and easy on the eyes.&nbsp; But he had made a string of monumentally poor decisions that had put him at odds with the world. Well, everyone except for the producers. Jessica was probably eating this with a spoon, this shit was gonna sell. <br><br>Delaney listened to every word, and she felt for him. She regretted that she felt so terrible about the whole thing, but it couldn’t be helped. <br><br>What she <em>could </em>do was play him straight. No dancing around, no more cat and mouse. A direct answer. <br><br>She drew a slow breath and chose her words with consideration. <br><br>“Logan kissed me on our breakfast date yesterday.” <br><br>It wasn’t a statement that was calculated to get a reaction out of him and she only paused long enough for him to process the context before she continued. <br><br>“And then before the date was over, he decided he was going to commit to Rhonda….which...was fine. Is fine.”&nbsp; She shrugged gently. “It didn’t feel nice, but that’s the game here. He was respectful in the way he told me, and I appreciated that he was honest about it before I invested a lot of time and energy into seeing if that spark would amount to something.”<br><br>“But…”<br><br>There was a brief pause as she contemplated the best way to say what she needed to without being accusatory. <br><br>“When the kiss...kisses...in the competition happened, everything felt less fine. After everything with Logan...then my morning with you...the fact that it was <em>Rhonda </em>being kissed felt...bad.”<br><br>Logan’s kiss had felt bad too, but for an entirely separate reason that she wasn’t overly eager to discuss with Mark. <br><br>“You’re not a nightmare. It was just one huge fucked up situation.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 05:08:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, 23:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> @ the hot tub<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black boxer briefs - everything else removed <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">T-shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/8174-xrHQxL._UX679_.jpg)</div></div> , well-worn jeans, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Socks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ik.imagekit.io/overdose/3wisemen/catalog/product/cache/4/small_image/265x320/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/x/sx-101913_white.jpg)</div></div> , <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0046/5548/0950/products/STEVEMADDEN-CASUAL_ZENO_BLUE-FABRIC_grande.jpg?v=1549480015)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>He listened...intently.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had been so focused on everything that had gone wrong with him during the competition that he had forgotten about everything else.&nbsp; Everyone else.&nbsp; It wasn't just him that thought this whole thing sucked.&nbsp; It wasn't just him that had felt vulnerable and helpless during the competition.<br><br>The anxiety that he had been feeling...the doubt in himself and in...well...everyone.&nbsp; The doubt he felt about where he stood with her...it evaporated away when she told him he wasn't a nightmare.<br><br>He bit his lower lip a moment before giving her a warm, easy smile.<br><br><em>"Delaney.&nbsp; I sincerely apologize for the role I played in making you feel bad.&nbsp; Truly."</em><br><br>He supposed he should have felt jealous about Logan kissing her on their date.&nbsp; He certainly did not feel that he had been in a position to kiss any of the women he'd had on his dates.&nbsp; Logan was indeed <em>the</em> guy here in the villa though.&nbsp; He wasn't jealous and he certainly couldn't fault Logan in his taste for who he kisses.<br><br><em>"So...here's the thing."</em> , he gave her a content smile as he spoke.&nbsp; He felt good...more unburdened than he had since he'd arrived at the villa. <em> "I'm glad I didn't kiss you in that stupid competition.&nbsp; When I kiss you, I want to do it from an excellent, honest place because you deserve that.&nbsp; Excellence and honesty."</em> He bit his lower lip again and looked upwards before looking back to her and giving her a moderately embarrassed smile as he conceded with his next statement.&nbsp; <em>"If we kiss..."</em>&nbsp; The confident grin returned.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"So what I can tell you is that I want to spend more time with you.&nbsp; As much time as you're willing to give me and I will give you as much space and time as you want to figure things out regarding Logan or any other guy here.&nbsp; I am ready and willing to talk to you about anything or anyone...and..."</em><br><br>He paused once more, his eyes shifting away from the sight of her so he could focus more effectively.&nbsp; Thinking...&nbsp; Only to give her a smaller smile...secret...wry.&nbsp; <em>"Yeah...alright.&nbsp; I think I made myself clear."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 05:38:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/ggDY06q/devon-daniels-8.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 | Afternoon | Roughly 1pm-ish?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard | Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shirtless, wearing a black pair of swim trunks, shades<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey, Grace - Closing<br><br><hr><br>Grace's self-deprecation about her own athleticism was not so surprising. Whether it was a desire to fish for compliments or just some weird, universal issue of confidence that 50% of all women suffered, it seemed to Devon that few women were willing or capable to think positively about themselves. Even among the women he had hung out with, the sort that prided themselves on breaking conventional definitions of femininity, they frequently expressed this singular trait.<br><br>He preferred it over the posturing men often exhibited, especially in the presence of any sort of vagina. Nevertheless, it could also be exhausting.<br><br>Which is why Devon was glad that Corey immediately stepped in with his awkward attempt to cheer Grace up. Her expressions suggested that she didn't mind them, either. A chuckle escaped his lips. It was like seeing a College couple experiencing a fresh new kind of love for the first time.<br><br>"I may work out," Devon shrugged, "but I'm hardly an Olympic swimmer. In fact, don't get to swim much these days, so consider me out of practice." He smiled at the two of them. "So ten laps, then?" He gave Corey a clap on the shoulder, then turned as Cleo had arrived, descending down the steps. He gave the pair one final look. "We'll let you kids strategize for a moment, but don't take too long or we're gonna think you're cheating."<br><br>He then descended down towards the pool with Cleo, joking with her about where she'd been, having a bit of fun. They browsed through the different bits of pool equipment, including pool noodles and even goggles and snorkels. He nearly released all the air from a float shaped like an engagement ring, but instead decided to just toss it far into the back of the shed. After some time, they tossed some pool noodles into the water, followed by two beach balls, and finally, some floats for the water.<br><br>For Devon, it was a rather enjoyable afternoon. Some races with Grace and Corey, getting to know another couple on the island almost as if it were a double date, or they were a pair of friends in relationships. Once Grace and Corey had their fill, he and Cleo remained in the water, wielding the pool noodles as weapons in a faux-fight before casually bouncing the beach ball around. As the sun set, Devon and Cleo got themselves some dinner, and as the temperature cooled they spent their evening in the hot tub.<br><br>All in all, day two for Devon was not quite so bad. It even left him feeling optimistic about how the following day might turn out.<br><br><div align="center"><em>Conclude Devon's Activities on Day 2 Afternoon, and his part in the scene.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 14:08:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f4/b3/97/f4b397b946c2de0f6254bf58c8b96f52.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, Afternoon (post Competition)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-shirt pictured and <strong>Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon<br><hr><br class="clear_left">As surprised as Devon was when Logan flashed in and out, Corey was right there alongside him, managing barely a nod before the bearded fellow said his piece and was clearly off on a mission.&nbsp; Considering the way&nbsp; the competition went, Corey was wondering if that mission was to meet Rhonda or kill the other bearded guy.&nbsp; Either way, no skin off Corey’s nose.&nbsp; “No worries!” Corey called after Logan, before his parting words reminded him of his own vote for a “winner” before he hit the shower.<br><br>“Oy, yeah, you got my vote too mate.&nbsp; Glad you won, I was afraid they’d pick one of the overt sex ones.”&nbsp; Corey continued with a shake of his head.&nbsp; “Honestly mate, that was…..brutal.&nbsp; I mean, I found my last girl was cheating on me as well, and she was the first girl I said I loved, but fuck, yours was a ways further down that road.&nbsp; Sorry, man.&nbsp; Not the way to win, I’m thinking.&nbsp; Better holding off the girls in a pillow fight or something.” He grinned, trying to keep the mood light before Devon started going over their option for going out.<br><br>Grabbing his phone, Corey scrolled through the pics.&nbsp; “Bit fucking posh, aren’t they?&nbsp; Why do I get the feeling they thought the girls where going to win when they picked these places?”&nbsp; Raising a hand to tap his chin, Corey thought out loud.&nbsp; “Well, you’ve got a point, there is no way of knowing when the you know who is going, and I am on board completely with avoiding that bloke.&nbsp; So, we could ask him and just go the opposite, or linger by the Jeeps, and if we see them leaving for an event and he is NOT on board, off we go.”<br><br>“Orrrrr...there is another option, but it depends on how rule minded you are.”&nbsp; Holding up his phone, Corey displayed the second pic.&nbsp; “Personally, I’m all for drinks, but there is nothing wrong with a little day-drinking, am I right?&nbsp; This one here, the six to seven, this looks like the most likely place for your jukebox, or at least a bit of music.”&nbsp; Grinning, Corey tucked his phone back into his pocket.&nbsp; “And on the off chance that bell end shows up, we can bail for the later one, or just head off and find our own trouble.&nbsp; And, if we are having too much fun at seven, well, what are they going to do, force us back?&nbsp; That’s the best plan I got.&nbsp; A little food, little music, some drinks, and the night is then free.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 16:03:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Swim Shorts</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn11.bigcommerce.com/s-6ehfk/images/stencil/original/products/8115/24103/Addicted-Mesh-Rainbow-Swim-Short-ADS178-01-White-F__38252.1560732424.jpg?c=2?c=2&amp;imbypass=on&amp;imbypass=on)</div></div> , red compression socks and running shoes<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sam, Gwen, Open<br><br><br><hr><br>Things were...better?&nbsp; Ish?&nbsp; They certainly seemed like they were moving towards that.&nbsp; There was a mountain's worth of damage control still to take care of but it was altogether possible that he might be able to dig himself out from under it.&nbsp; There was a good deal of time to kill between now and the outing at the lounge and he hoped there was still some opportunities to talk to some people.<br><br>He happened to take note of two of the women floating about in the pool.&nbsp; One was the leggy blonde, Gwen that had kissed him during the competition a brief but welcome high point and the other was Samantha.&nbsp; He remembered her from the video he had watched and he thought back to his date with Grace and the way that she seemed pretty threatened at the time by Samantha.<br><br>He took a moment to remove his shoes and socks before sitting down at the edge of the pool, sticking his legs in and sitting there, his hands resting on the edge of the pool, supporting himself almost as though he were waiting for an invitation to join them.<br><em><br>"Hey ladies.&nbsp; I just wanted to take a moment to apologize for all of the nonsense earlier and I was hoping to get a chance to talk?"</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 16:15:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/MN8BkGh/devon-daniels-6.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> July 3rd, 2019 | After noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom -&gt; Living Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black T-Shirt with Kiuas Spirit of Ukko album art (https://www.soundi.fi/wp-content/uploads/old/soundi/record_review/Kiuas_The+Spirit+Of+Ukko_1652.jpg), Sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), Jeans, Black leather belt, Boots<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br>Devon figuratively bit his tongue as Corey did his best to comfort him over his revealed secret. Just as the others no doubt had, Gilligan was under the impression that events went down in a fashion they actually hadn't gone down. Not that he blamed him. The wording the producers of the show chose reflected the incomplete story Devon offered. So he nodded, allowing Corey to contribute his own sad story, and decided he'd explain the additional circumstances when they were comfortably camped out in their celebratory location.<br><br>Which is right where Corey then led into. Devon nodded still at Corey's own reasoning, and gave a smile. "You raise a good point," he said, "they've been pretty strict regarding their rules, but nothing says we can't just find a better location, right? These three are probably the ones that they've rented out and hooked up with the most cameras, but who says we can't just head on elsewhere? Buy whatever brave camera guy or gal a drink." He nodded, standing up and pocketing his phone. "Alright, so meet you out front around what... 5:45? Then we head on out to the dinner location." Devon gave Corey a pat on the shoulder and turned to head out of the bedroom. "I'll see you then. You enjoy some time with your girl."<br><br>Speaking of, Devon needed to find his own. It was possible Cleo wanted to discuss his secret -- not that <em>he</em> wanted to -- and he was curious about her own. Been in porn, huh? He was far less interested in the porn itself so much as the circumstances before and after that decision. Get a better understanding of who she was and who she is.<br><br>He jogged on down the steps and turned towards the exit to the back yard, his hands grasping the door frame as he leaned forward to assess the current company. As he did so, he was reminded instantly of Logan and Corey, trying to congratulate him on "winning". To one side, all smiles between the Blonde and Muscles, on the other side, JJ and Mark and... Grace? Devon was tempted to go over and make sure everything was fine, but he crushed that bit of neanderthal down and decided whatever it was happening, she had it under control. Then there was Bondage Bikini in the kitchen, the one that kissed him during the competition. And what a kiss it was! But no sign of Cleo.<br><br>Normally he'd just step out and socialize a bit, but... he just thought about the possibility of more people coming up, clapping him on the shoulder, saying "Hey man, congrats! I voted for you!" Yeah, no, not at all what he was feeling right now.<br><br>So he stepped away and turned back towards the Villa interior, noting the thus far neglected living room. That should make for a good spot to wait around for Cleo. So he walked over, taking a seat, putting his boots on the plain white block of a coffee table, and pulled out his phone. He tapped out a quick message to Caroline (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15062515#msg15062515) about his "winnings", and then contemplated sending a message to Cleo.<br><br>Nah, she might be in the Diary Room or something, working things out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 17:26:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JOXZUP3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as Comp picture (https://pics.wikifeet.com/Victoria-Magrath-Feet-3772556.jpg) (Orange swimming costume and jean booty shorts)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney | JJ | Mark<br><br><hr><br>Grace had been determined to barrel over, sincerely deliver her unscripted apology and present the cupcakes to both Mark and JJ. However, when she had finished saying her piece and realized that neither of them were obligated to accept her apology, or even take a cupcake, she hesitated and thought about retreating. She may have even faltered where she stood, like her body had planned to evade before her brain could catch up.<br><br>She had thought the worst when JJ smiled up at her and mentioned that they had just been speaking about her. Luckily, she hadn’t given herself the time to sit and stew on what that could have meant. Otherwise, she might have convinced herself that they were just planning her demise over here in the smoking area, while none of the other islanders would have been the wiser. Instead of dwelling on possible hidden meanings, Grace launched into her apology. <br><br>When she had finished speaking, the threat of a lull made her speak again, reiterating that she had made the poop cupcakes for them, even though she’d already said that. Finally, after she held her breath for what felt like a hundred leagues, JJ started to laugh. Grace felt her own grin cracking through her countenance in response. This time, she couldn’t help but to think the best of the situation. Not for a second did she presume he was laughing at her to mock her. She could only fathom her apology was well received. <br><br>By the time JJ complimented her apology, Grace was giggling too. She tucked some strands of platinum hair behind her ear and let her giggles die out. “Why, thank you.” she replied, giving them a bit of a curtsey. Further relief washed over her when JJ informed Grace that the reason they’d been chatting about her was to find a way to smooth things over. “Great minds, I s’pose.” Her smile was even wider with her surprise. <br><br>“Seems we all had a similar idea.” Though she was pretty certain theirs didn’t involve the poop emoji in any capacity. JJ first accepted her apology, then made his own apology as well. She managed a small smile, nodding at his words, which caused her to realize that, much like with her Instagram popularity, she couldn’t control what others thought or presumed about her.<br><br>The difference with having to face criticism in this environment of course being that there were no screens to hide behind and coming face to face with it was quite literal. Perhaps this experience would provide Grace with more than a potential romantic relationship at the end of it all. Perhaps it would also teach her some actual life lessons and how to grow as a person. This was a prime example of that, in full effect. <br><br>“Thank you, I appreciate you saying that,” Grace softly spoke to JJ. “I accept your apology, too.” Her tone was humble and gentle. When JJ reached for a cupcake and toasted with Mark, she chuckled faintly. “You’ll have to let me know.” Grace responded to the bit about wondering how the cupcakes would taste with beer. He ascertained, however, that they wouldn’t taste like shit. Grace beamed. <br><br>Mark then spoke up, offering his own apology. His words were eye opening to her, alerting her to the fact that he had regretted his actions, just as she had regretted hers. Maybe it was like Delaney had mentioned and the things that happened here were anything but ordinary, same with the corresponding actions and reactions. Maybe none of them acted this way outside of the villa. Or the villa simply brought out the worst before it brought out the best.<br><br>Grace chuckled at Mark’s wording towards the end, nodding as if to show him that she understood. “I accept your apology.” She smoothly responded, keeping her smile in place. When Mark thanked her for her efforts in mending things, she nodded a little, then gave a slight shoulder shrug. “Honestly, now that it’s done, I have to wonder what it was I’d been so worried over.” She shook her head at herself. “Perhaps it was built up in my head as being harder than it really was. But, it was pretty painless in the end.”<br><br>She took a step backward, careful not to get too close to the edge of the pool, and offered them each a smile. “It helped having someone to chat to about it. Do you lads mind if I take this third cupcake back to Delaney, for helping me sort through it all?” Grace waited for the reply before taking the cupcake, assuming it was okay, and then waved to the boys as she headed off. “Thanks,” she called out over her shoulder, rounding the pool and heading back to the kitchen.<br><br>Once there, she presented the extra cupcake to Delaney. “This is for you. Thank you for letting me get it all out in the open and not just locked away in the diary room. You helped me see that it doesn’t matter who says sorry first, as long as the effort is made.” She grinned to Delaney, extending her arm to the brunette. “I hope you like chocolate.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 17:56:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.thesun.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/NINTCHDBPICT000423752331.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Caroline Flack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg14999645#msg14999645)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 39<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, England<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa front door<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None - Host of Love Island<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon<br><br><hr><br>Caroline had only just finished texting Devon about meeting up with him soon to discuss the details of his “winnings.” She had been watching from the producer’s couch when she noticed that Devon, instead of choosing to go and socialize with his peers, ended a conversation with Corey and went to sit by himself in the living room.<br><br>She stepped out of the producer’s studio and walked the short distance to the villa walkway. Once she stepped up to the front doors of the villa, Caroline shifted her heart shaped sunglasses backward, so that they were tucked against the top of her head, like a loose headband. <br><br>Knowing that Devon was there, she rang the doorbell and waited for him to answer the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 22:47:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hot Tub<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/98/7f/04/987f04b1a9588d62ee52e7e52dac6582.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Open<br><br><br><hr><br>Delaney didn’t say anything at first, but she indulged him with a half-hearted smile. He seemed genuine, and she had to admit that there was something welcome about his smile, but she was still feeling the pressure of the last several days and the looming recoupling. There was a part of her that wondered if she’d even be upset if she got dumped from the island. What would that even feel like? Rejection? Relief? Probably a combination of the two, she guessed. <br><br>“That’s a nice sentiment.” <br><br>Her smile broadened ever so slightly and she slowly scooted her way over to near where the tray was sitting so she could sit next to him rather than across. The most serious grievances had been aired, but she still wasn’t altogether certain how she felt about them. <br><br>The flute of milk set aside she took another churro and dipped it into the chocolate, then a second which she dipped into the caramel (in a much more reasonable fashion, mind you) and she held them both out so he could choose which one he wanted. Declining wasn’t really an option. <br><br>“Space and time are different here. So is kissing.” <br><br>She laughed softly and took a bite of whichever churro had ended up as hers and tried to parse the whole process. Her competition kisses had been with Devon and Logan, both incredibly different situations. Kissing people on this show felt easier, and yet infinitely more complicated. It wasn’t a situation where you kissed someone...realized it didn’t work...then just never saw them again. Here, you bought in or you didn’t, then you inevitably watched that person have to interact and possibly kiss other islanders. All while living harmoniously in the same villa...and sleeping in the same bedroom…<br><br>“I don’t know what to say except that I’m open to seeing how things progress but I’m not making any promises to anyone.” <br><br>Putting herself out there wasn’t something she struggled with, nor was the vulnerability this place instilled, but she didn’t want to hurt other people. <br><br>“And it’s going to take time for me to process how I feel about things and decide which feelings to trust. This place screws with everything...sometimes I don’t even know which way is up.” <br><br>She knew she wasn’t the only one that felt that way, though perhaps because it felt like less of a game than she had expected. And yet trying made a world of difference. <br><br>“You won the day with Churros, though. Apology accepted.” She smiled a touch more easily. “Where’d you get them?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 23:57:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, 23:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> @ the hot tub<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black boxer briefs - everything else removed <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">T-shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/8174-xrHQxL._UX679_.jpg)</div></div> , well-worn jeans, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Socks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ik.imagekit.io/overdose/3wisemen/catalog/product/cache/4/small_image/265x320/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/x/sx-101913_white.jpg)</div></div> , <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0046/5548/0950/products/STEVEMADDEN-CASUAL_ZENO_BLUE-FABRIC_grande.jpg?v=1549480015)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>He'd been in a few fights over the years.&nbsp; Deployments in the Yukon and Alaska as well as the North West Territories had him travelling in the same circles as some pretty rough guys and things often came to a head when everyone gathered at whatever local hole with four walls served beer.&nbsp; He'd been knocked out a few times.&nbsp; Those punches...you never felt and more often than not you never even see the punch that hits your button.<br><br>So <em>“That’s a nice sentiment.” </em> wasn't a knock out punch.&nbsp; He felt it.&nbsp; He was glad he was already sitting when she said it as he might have actually taken a step back from the casual force of her "Thanks but no thanks."&nbsp; &nbsp;While they hand't talked about her job she had shared what she did on her intro video.&nbsp; He had met women before like her.&nbsp; Women that worked in a predominantly male-oriented industry and no doubt she had guys...exactly like him pushing up on her all the time.&nbsp; He suspected literally...all of the time.<br><br>Her polite and poised closing of the door on him was handled so effortlessly that he suspected his assessment of her day to day was correct.&nbsp; He was silently pleased with himself that he didn't flinch when she said it.<br><br>That he called her "oxygen" earlier in the day and basically came an engagement ring short of proposing to her here in the hot tub just now wasn't lost on him regarding how supremely out of his league he was with this woman, let alone just how far out of his element he was.<br><br>He'd never needed to woo a woman before.&nbsp; Some attractive woman would take a shine to him.&nbsp; They'd have sex and then after the sex they would decide if things needed to be more permanent.&nbsp; All of this was so different.<br><br>She was clearly as out of sorts as he was in this place and she didn't have the security of not getting ejected in forty-eight hours if for some reason someone hadn't taken a shine to her.<br><br>She didn't need someone to flirt with her.<br><br>She most likely just needed someone to listen to her and give her a respite from the bullshit of this villa.<br><br>The truth of it was that he could use a friend too.&nbsp; Genuine conversations had been few and far between since his arrival.&nbsp; So while there would be no love connection between him and Delaney, he could have her back in this nonsense.&nbsp; So he held his tongue and nodded...listening to what she had to say.<br><br>Noting that she was then moving closer to sit beside him, less need to look at him.&nbsp; His view and hers now consisting of line of sight to the villa and those within it as they puttered about getting ready for bed.<br><br>He gave her an amused look, a short, soft sound slipping from him as he spoke.<br><br><em>"They're everywhere out there.&nbsp; You can't go two blocks without spotting a "Churro Guy" on the corner with his cart. They're like the ultimate drunk tourist food. "</em><br><br>With his far arm resting on the edge of the hot tub he lifted his hand slightly and counted off each point he made on a lifted finger.<br><br><em>"They're sweet.&nbsp; Messy.&nbsp; Warm.&nbsp; Penicular..."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>08-09-2019, 03:36:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/MN8BkGh/devon-daniels-6.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> July 3rd, 2019 | After noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom -&gt; Living Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black T-Shirt with Kiuas Spirit of Ukko album art (https://www.soundi.fi/wp-content/uploads/old/soundi/record_review/Kiuas_The+Spirit+Of+Ukko_1652.jpg), Sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), Jeans, Black leather belt, Boots<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta? Right?<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline<br><br><hr><br>Almost immediately after he had sent his text, Devon's phone buzzed. He had no clue how Caroline could be so swift with her thumbs, but she had tapped out a message to him (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15062579#msg15062579) almost immediately after he managed his own. It took her less time and was thrice as long as his own. An eyebrow rose, however, at the prospect of having to meet up to understand his prize. He understood her glass half-full attitude regarding the secret, but... well, that it was built on a misunderstanding was part of the problem. Were they pitying him? Did they believe the woman in this equation to be the villain? He let out a sigh.<br><br>Gotta stop thinking about it.<br><br>Moments later the door bell rang.<br><br>...wait... the... the door bell rang? Why? Why'd the place have a door bell? Why would anyone ring it? He looked again at his phone. If it was Caroline, why would she in particular ring it? Couldn't she just walk in? He sighed and shrugged, the closest to the front door. He pushed off of the couch and stepped to the front door, opening it up and seeing none other than Caroline.<br><br>"Hey," he said with a slight bit of confusion in his voice. His eyes scanned her a moment, once more wondering if there was any possibility to get coupled up with her, then looking behind him. "So... do you wanna come in, or...?"<br><br>This was so absurd and weird. What's stopping the hostess of the darn show from just walking in? It wasn't his Villa, after all. Ah, whatever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>08-09-2019, 13:47:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.thesun.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/NINTCHDBPICT000423752331.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Caroline Flack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg14999645#msg14999645)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 39<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, England<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa front door<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None - Host of Love Island<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon<br><br><hr><br>There was a bit of a pause after the doorbell rang. No movement. Just stillness. Then, from inside the villa, she heard the shifting of someone nearby. The door opened a moment later, and Devon was standing there, in the opening he had just created. Caroline smiled at him.<br><br>“Hi.” She said cheerfully, disregarding the bafflement in his voice. After a moment, he realized he should invite her in, as awkward as that may have felt. Caroline grinned even wider and nodded, stepping in after he pulled the door open a little wider.<br><br>“So, let’s talk about your prize.” She closed the door behind her after her heels clacked against the living room floor. Extending her arm and gesturing toward the couch, she offered him a seat silently, and then joined him there. Her long legs crossed after she took a seat on one end of the couch. <br><br>She figured there was no point in mentioning the secret anymore. There was a fine line between pity and sympathy, when it came to delicate things such as this. “Normally, I’d tell you that you have a choice between two prizes. But, considering how much I like you and all, I’m giving you both.”<br><br>Caroline leaned in after gently placing a hand on Devon’s knee, and pressed her lips lightly against his cheek. When she leaned away, she chuckled. “And no, that wasn’t one of the prizes.” Caroline smirked at Devon. She simply had to kiss him after his comment about coupling up with her on day one. He’d made her day. <br><br>Folding her hands against her lap, Caroline straightened up in her seat. “Right, so one of your prizes is to have a jam out session. You can take some time to yourself in the hideaway to listen to your favorite playlist and play your favorite instruments. The crew have already moved the equipment there.” She gestured toward the door where the hideaway was kept, to the left of the stairs.<br><br>“You’ve got one hour in there, if you wish.” Caroline then unfolded her legs and leaned in a little closer, lowering her voice. “The other prize pertains to the recoupling ceremony. You can use it at this week’s ceremony, or any of the upcoming ceremonies. As long as you’re here to use it. I cannot tell you what it is until then.”<br><br>She leaned in a bit closer and covered up both their mics, whispering something to Devon that the cameras couldn’t quite pick up. A moment later, she leaned away again, releasing their mics and looking innocent as she glanced at the camera in the corner of the room. “Anyway, I best be heading off.” Caroline quickly stood and offered Devon a hug.<br><br>“I hope that those two prizes come in handy.” She gave him another stellar smile, then headed out the front door, once more replacing her heart shaped sunglasses over her eyes as she flounced away. <br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>08-09-2019, 18:47:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | random few minutes in afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Diary Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> show audience<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://cdn.images.dailystar.co.uk/dynamic/117/photos/361000/620x/love-island-couples-619195.jpg)</div>Elsa wandered into the diary room, partly because one of the producers asked her to make an entry and partly because it was to hot outside. The space was cute and so lively on one end with that little beach hut feel to it, the other end was all black with a camera mounted on it. She flopped her ass down into the chair, sprawling out across it and laid down thinking for awhile. Her legs curled up to the side she stared at the camera. <br><br><strong>"Well, it's been an interesting couple days. Not really how I saw things going. I thought my first night in the villa was going to involve late night quiet whispers and a bit of get to know you snogging. Instead I laid awake most of the night listening to others whispering to each other in the dark."</strong> Elsa went quiet again, a part they would probably edit out. All the show really wanted was the juicy bits anyways or some of the dirt but she couldn't think of much to tell them.<br><br><strong>"Second day is when I really got a taste for how things were going to go here. Aside from passing interactions with people the couples were pretty tight and the singles were all busy with dates and getting a chance to know people. It was a day for getting sun burned."</strong> She stopped to press a finger tip to her forehead and shoulder, taking it away and showing the white print left behind in the glowy sun pink skin. <strong>"No amount of sunscreen is going to protect you from that sun."</strong> Elsa slid sideways into the oversized chair, laying her legs over the other side of it then shuffling uncomfortably until her legs were hanging off the back off it and she was laying with her head hanging off the front of it upside down. Her long blond hair cascading down to the floor. <strong>"Here let me give you a better show because this diary entry is going to be boring and to long."</strong> She wiggled around, untying the knot in her shirt and pulling it up over her head, letting it drop to the ground. Now just her bikini top covered her breasts and the upside down angle gave the camera a gratuitous shot of her cleavage.&nbsp; <strong>"Alright, now that we got the fan service out of the way. I got my turn for some human interaction yesterday evening when I met Mark for a date. You can ask the camera crew how the trip there went or ask Phoebe she knows. The date was... nice. Pleasant may be a better word. Mark is hot as fuck. No doubt. It was pleasant talking to him and the dancing was fun and cute. That band was incredible. Here comes the but. But, Mark was very reserved. I opened up to him and spilled out personal details of my life. You know I made an effort to open up the doors of communication. I even tried to be a little flirty trying to see if he'd respond on a sexual attraction level. Not going to lie, I wanted to jump him. I mentioned that he's hot right? Anyways, I just didn't get the impression that he fancied me. He barely said a word until I spent half the time probing with questions and he wouldn't open up about anything personal. Or at least not much. Finally I just came right out and asked him where he stood. He blew me off. It felt like a bad school dance date where the boy let's you down gently to avoid hurting your feelings. At first I thought he was just trying to be a gentlemen but it wasn't that at all. In the end I was left not really knowing what was going on so the whole experience left me feeling like it was just a pleasant night out but it's not going anywhere. He actually said that he was looking for someone that he felt more of a connection with. So I guess I was being mugged off and I was just to blond to see it for what it was. The whole situation was strange because up until that point I at least thought we were getting along pretty damn good..."</strong> She paused and sighed. <strong>"I don't know. After that I was just starting to feel the emotional weight of the villa. Than going back to the villa and sleeping in that bed alone with everyone whispering around me again. The struggles are real."</strong> A few tears started to drip from the corners of her eyes and she wiped them away. <strong>"It's just really hard being in here alone. All I really want right now is like a hug or something. Someone for some cuddles. Let me tell you, it is not comforting or comfortable sleeping in that bed alone night after night."</strong><br><br>There was a long pause, she was glad that her head was upside down for the camera shot. It was hard to look pathetic when you look so ridiculous.&nbsp; She sniffled a little. <strong>"I miss talking to my mamma and my brothers. I miss my routine, there's a lot of comfort in that you know."</strong> She exhaled a steadying sharp breath.<br><br><strong>"Well well... That brings us up to today. What a day it's been and it's not even half over yet.&nbsp; Was still holding a bit of hope that Mark might be around in the morning to have breakfast with. I figured if he was maybe a little interested he'd at least be looking for me at some point either last night or this morning but that wasn't happening. Silly of me to think that really. Turned out he was outside already with one of the other girls. So, that sort of made where him and I stand pretty obvious. I mean it should have been obvious the evening before but I guess I'm a little thick. We all went to the Excess Baggage secrets challenge. That was mostly amusing."</strong> Elsa held up a hand to her mouth conspiratorially to get out her first sentence, <strong>"These people have some pretty wild secrets. I thought mine would be scandalous. Mark's took the cake though. That was just all sort of gross. Family is so important to me and it sure feels like he has no respect for family at all. I feel like I dodged a bullet or something with that. And then JJ came out of nowhere and kissed me. I'm not even sure what that was about. I can't even remember what the secret was, I was only half paying attention when he walked up to me. Deer in the headlights is a great way to describe me at that point."</strong> Laughing she held her tummy creating a great shot for the camera of her jiggling breasts. <strong>"That boy knows how to kiss. I was totally swept off my feet by him. If there was ever a time when the term a right proper snogging ever meant anything that was it." She mouthed the word, wow. "Moments later Mark was in my face out of nowhere, clearly I was having to much fun and the god of Canada decided to release his wrath on me or something. He stood in front and was scoffing at me over what exactly I'm not sure. At the time I figured it was how upset I was about his secret but maybe it was the kiss. For the life of me, I have no idea. The boy has some serious problems if he thinks judging me for being grossed out by his secret is the right way to behave. I mean... Oof. I don't know if he's got a good explanation or if he's just one of the lads having his laugh at it all. Either way he obviously didn't care to explain himself to me if that was the case."</strong> She sighed and chuckled at the same time. <strong>"Maybe it was the kiss or maybe it was something entirely different that he has in his mind about me. Either way, I have no room in my life for that sort of hot headed judgement... Okay I need to talk about something different. Can we take a moment to appreciate just how hilarious Logan's secret was. The MILF boner incident was the best ever. I plan on Googling that when I get home. I want to see this video... Oh and poor Devon though, right? That whole exposed secret looked gut wrenching. He had sunnies on but you could tell that he was shaken by it. Guess he must not have realized it was going to be used. He deserves a hug. Heard him singing earlier, not sure if he realized we'd hear it or not. He's not half bad though, eh? I wonder what he actually sounds like face to face. Of course he's into that really hard metal stuff. Great for rocking out to I suppose... Hey, the secrets I told them were things that I figured everyone would find out about anyways. Or at least some variation of them anyhow. By the way, big shout out to my roommate from college. Love ya babes. Could seriously use your advice right now, this place is doing me in. I know you all know my secret now. It's not like that, we are best mates. That stuff that happened was long ago and it was all in good fun..."</strong> She bit her lip and thought again about what else to tell the Diary. <strong>"Hey, I got to talk to Owen today. That was pretty cool. He seems like a good guy. Although that girl, Cassie has him wrapped around her little finger... Oh this is a good moment to tell the world that I'm shipping the Corey and Grace romance. Cutest couple ever. He's adorbs and she's a beaut. Wanted to try to talk to her today after the challenge but she got swept up in some other stuff. Here's hoping I get a few more chances to meet people and maybe make some friends before my time here comes to an end. Now I think I'm going to go find a litre of ice cream and see if I can't eat my way down to the bottom of my emotions."</strong> She sighed. <strong>"I can practically hear the guys at the gym telling me to go workout. Okay okay. I'll go workout instead."</strong><br><br>Elsa a blew a kiss to the camera and laid there for another five minutes breathing deeply to compose herself before finally rolling over to get up and leave the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>08-09-2019, 20:17:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fUo5lt0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | after midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa outdoor grassy edge of Infinity Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon(Capone) (maybe?) | Open (because in the Villa there is no hiding)<br><em><strong>Mood</strong></em>:&nbsp; The Midnight - Sunset (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEzSMLEJWx8)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GlZeR2L.jpg)</div>Sometime long after midnight when the lights were out and Elsa had laid in bed for far to long listening to the sounds of whispers and late night snogging she decided to sleep elsewhere. It was all to much, three nights in a row, nothing exaggerated and rubbed in the loneliness quit like being alone in a room full of people that were not alone. She didn't count heads or see who else was alone but clearly no one was sharing her bed and this was completely the opposite of her entire reason for being in the villa in the first place. There had to be somewhere else she could go.<br><br>Grabbing her pillow and blanket she dragged them down the stairs, tip toeing in the dark to not wake anyone. Downstairs on the sofas looked like a good place but if anyone got up in the middle of the night they'd find her there. Plus everyone craving a late night snack or a trip to the diary room would end up walking past her. Not to mention the constant noises and motions behind the walls of the production and camera crews. Nope, she kept going, out the door and outside. She didn't stop to see if anyone else was still out there, she didn't care. Grabbing a cushion from one of the lounge chairs she kept going. The idea had formed and she knew where she wanted to spend the night. The far end of the garden past the pool there was a bit of a dip in the grass where the infinity pool dropped off. It was about as secluded and out of the way as she could get. Plus it gave her a nice reclining place to lay down against. Out in the grassy field there was a large stone wall at the far end that wrapped around the property line of the villa.&nbsp; The crew had placed small white Christmas like lights all along the wall nearest the garden as well.<br><br>Elsa fluffed her pillow and lay back under her comfy to snuggle in. The sky above was black with brilliant beautiful shimmering stars, the field in front stretched out to a darkened row of trees. Beyond the trees and far out lay the dim distant lights of the houses filled with locals and tourists going about their business. The light from a random boat or two bobbed along out in the harbor. Feeling the melancholy as only night time and loneliness can bring about she quietly hummed and sang a tune into the warm gentle night breezes.<br><br><em>&lt;spoken word&gt; "I could see, like, I've been stuck here my whole life. There must be something else out there, waiting, you know? Just for us. We could run away just leave... Never look back. I don't even care where we go, just far away from here. I'll come with you..."</em><br><br>Everyone wants to be free and right now, she wished she was the Disney princess Elsa so she could run off into the mountains and cast a spell to whip up a snowstorm and lose herself in the beauty of it. Not having that as an option, she curled her knees up and started to tap out the rhythm of the song on her knees while singing.<br><br><em>"One, Two, Three... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah"</em><br><br><em>♫ Faked our deaths<br>Lit a match<br>Closed the door<br>Waited for the flash<br>Greyhound Station<br>we paid in cash<br>Miss Lazarus, we're coming back ♫ </em><br><br>Burning it all down, a metaphor for letting all the emotions and ties go... Trying to let go of expectations. Freeing oneself from the past. Elsa just wanted to let all those emotions go and get back to her own personal zen. <br><br><em>♫ They say it's darkest before the dawn<br>We've been in this town for far too long<br>They say it's darkest before the dawn<br>We're moving on, We're moving on, We're moving on ♫ </em><br><br>She really needed that inner peace and relaxation... Silence the voices in her head.<br><br><em>♫ Sunset<br>No regrets<br>First chance last dance<br>Stuck in the middle<br>Even bad girls know good love<br>You taste so sweet it hurts a little... Yeah... Yeah ♫</em> <br><br>That was her favorite line in the song. Even bad girls know good love. She couldn't help herself, she was a romantic at heart. She needed and wanted a love that burned bright, a knight that she could give all of herself to. No regrets.<br><br><em>♫ Make our home<br>Where we stand<br>One suitcase<br>And half a plan<br>Follow the wolves<br>And sing along<br>Past the voices<br>To the Song ♫</em><br><br><em>&lt;chorus repeats&gt;</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>08-09-2019, 23:18:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/MN8BkGh/devon-daniels-6.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> July 3rd, 2019 | After noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Living Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black T-Shirt with Kiuas Spirit of Ukko album art (https://www.soundi.fi/wp-content/uploads/old/soundi/record_review/Kiuas_The+Spirit+Of+Ukko_1652.jpg), Sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), Jeans, Black leather belt, Boots<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta? Right?<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline<br><br><hr><br>It wouldn't be the last time Devon would wish he could be partnered with Caroline. Despite his clear confusion of the pomp and circumstance, she carried herself with such a casual professionalism that it made the authority she exuded seem so effortless. Such qualities in a woman were always attractive because they were so rare, and it was precisely what made the older woman both so attractive and yet so unappreciated.<br><br>Devon wasn't into the whole BDSM thing, but he was pretty sure he'd lick Caroline's toes if she sat on that couch, kicked the heel free, and extended her foot out to him with a raised and expectant eyebrow.<br><br>Instead, he smiled and took the offered seat and watched as she made herself comfortable. Before she detailed his winnings, she rested a hand upon his knee, the gesture immediately calling his body to arms. The troops on the battlements were aware that out there, in the fog, there was something. As she leaned in to press the kiss to his cheek, the gongs began to echo from the towers. His heart beat with each ringing alarm, and instinctively he wrapped his arm around the back of the couch in order to welcome her closer.<br><br>Instead, she pulled away, and he felt that lingering static of adrenaline coursing through his limbs. Damn, he felt like some nerdy kid in the back of a rusted up death bucket on wheels with his first homecoming date. What wicked spells did this sorceress weave?<br><br>A strong one, as immediately Devon's eyebrows rose and he leaned forward as his first prize was revealed. A jam session? Really? He could actually listen to his music? Could actually play his guitar? "Sweet!" he exclaimed, unable to help himself. The second prize, on the other hand, was... well, it was... hrm. He wasn't sure how he felt about it at first. When Caroline leaned in closer, however, the soldiers on the battlements went into a panic. Some of them even fell off the fortress walls! He nearly wrapped his arm about her, ready to leap in a full-on make out session. Yet her fingers grasped the microphone necklaces they wore, and whispered. It was all business. He nodded his head in understanding, his mind already spinning at the implications of what it meant.<br><br>It seemed like a gift at first, but even as Caroline pulled away he could imagine all the ways in which it would be like shoving your hand into a pile of used heroine needles in order to grasp hold of someone and pull them free. There was no way you could use such a thing and not leave scars behind.<br><br>He nodded as Caroline gave her parting words, standing up along with her. As she offered a hug he welcomed the embrace, his hand <em>almost</em> reaching for her hindquarters... but Devon didn't want to risk getting booted off just for a quick appreciative pinch to Caroline's tush. So, he rested his hand on the small of her back and then parted from her.<br><br>"Thanks for the info," he nodded. "Maybe next time I win a prize, it can be a date with you? Eh?" He gave a wink and smirked, but she gave no betrayal of her professionalism as she stepped out of the villa. He chuckled, shaking his head. When made a mental note to try scoping out some older chicks when he went back to New York.<br><br>He then turned back around, and... found himself right back where he was, though certainly feeling a bit better. He pulled his phone back out as he resumed his seat, contemplating a text to Cleo. She was seeming suspiciously absent at this point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>08-09-2019, 23:52:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/VpwV62M/devon-daniels-5-crop.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> July 3rd, 2019 | After Midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bedroom -&gt; Villa Backyard, Grassy Edge of the Infinity Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A pair of blue plaid boxer shorts<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>Cleo Balleta</del> Erm, no one, apparently<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><hr><br>Restless sleep was an odd sleep. It was almost like time travel. Instead of having that familiar, immersive, sinking feeling of slumber -- true to the name "falling asleep" -- only to awaken in that foggy haze where time is <em>missing</em>, you felt as if you remained in the same spot for fifteen or twenty minutes. Yet when you glimpse at the clock, an hour has passed, maybe two.<br><br>Devon had just traveled through time. One moment he was laying in this bed, and there beside his own was the blonde Whoo Girl, Elsa. Yet after tossing and turning he opened his eyes, only to find that she and some of her bedding was absent. He had not heard her stirring, nor did he hear her feet softly touch to the tiled ground and pad off, the soft slither of a blanket trailing on the ground behind. She was simply gone.<br><br><em>Not my business,</em> he thought to himself. He rolled over, his arm reaching out for the familiar soft flesh of the curvy Cleo, and found... an empty space. It was so unusual. His first night of slumber had been rough, adjusting to the clinging form of the Filipino woman wrapping about him like a koala bear to a tree. By the second night, and after a good time playing boyfriend and girlfriend in aquatic competition with Gilligan and Mary-Ann before relaxing conversation with Gwen and James, he found her full-body grasp on him comfortable and welcome. In the span of twenty-four hours her presence had gone from uncomfortable to natural, and it was violently torn from his maw like a tooth still attached at the root.<br><br>He rolled back over, and once more saw the now vacant bed of Elsa's. He remembered his jeep driving behind hers what felt like too, too long ago for the short number of days it actually had been. The manner in which she excitedly hollered out, hanging out the jeep, and stood in amazement before Caroline. She had been glad to be here. Her eyes had shone with opportunity. Yet the morning she lost her partner she still put on a cheerful face in the work out corner. She's put on quite a positive face the past several days, despite having no clear romantic partner to hold hands with. No one to play games in the pool with, or to relax in the hot tub with in a comfortable embrace. No one to lay beside while everyone else was comfortably snuggled up against another warm body.<br><br><em>Fuck.</em><br><br>Devon sat up, heaving a weighted sigh. He looked about the beds, noting that everyone else remained asleep. The only ones unaccounted for were JJ, Delaney, and Mark. In fact, he wasn't all too certain where they had chosen to make their evening stay.<br><br><em>Fuck me,</em> he thought to himself. At parties, Devon was always the sort to try and find the wallflowers, ask what they were into, and see if he could use his connections to find a group for that person to take root in. So that they didn't feel so isolated, staring into an uncaring room where everyone seemed so vibrant and alive, crushing your soul until you felt dead inside. Yet he'd gotten so caught up in what he felt was a ridiculous ruse of a television show, his championing of one particular couple, and even his own revealed secret that he'd never given one thought to those that might be struggling. He felt like a serious heel.<br><br>Standing from his bed, his heavier feet began to pad out, softly stepping down the stairs to the living room of the villa. He looked about, but saw no sign of the blonde. It wasn't a large place, so it shouldn't be too difficult to find her. As he stepped out towards the back yard he was at first convinced that there was no one out there, either, but among the silent laps of water upon the pools surface he heard the sudden shift of blankets. There were indeed people sleeping outside. He nearly held his breath, not wanting to wake anyone up. So he softly began to walk about the perimeter of the pool, standing on his tip-toes to see if any of the beds held the blonde.<br><br><em>This is absolutely stupid,</em> he thought to himself. What was he going to do? Touch her on the shoulder? Shake her? <em>'Hey, sorry to wake you up, but I wanted to make sure you weren't, like, depressed or anything.'</em> How idiotic. He sighed again, continuing his patrol about the pool, expecting to see nothing. He stopped, however, as he suddenly heard a soft voice. Trying to keep quiet, yet clearly longing to just release their emotions in a familiar tune that evoked what storm was dominating their inner soul.<br><br>Yeah, Devon could related.<br><br>He snuck around the pool, following the voice until he saw her sitting there, eyes up to the stars. She hadn't noticed him yet, and in truth, he wasn't sure how to even approach, or if he truly should. While at the bar he had adjusted quite well to people expressing their problems and wanting to be heard. It's one of the reasons they went somewhere public to drink instead of getting blitzed at home. You paid extra not for the beverage, but for someone to be an alcohol-condoning therapist. Yet she retreated out here to be alone.<br><br>Alone from all the couples.<br><br>Devon softly but confidently began to stride towards her, but he did not get too close yet. He instead stepped beside her makeshift bedding, turning and sitting down in the grass. He posed himself similarly to her, but facing her.<br><br>"Sorry to interrupt," he spoke softly. "I was having trouble sleeping, and ended up over-hearing your song as I was walking around the pool. Do you mind if I listen to you sing more?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>09-09-2019, 01:47:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fUo5lt0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | after midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa outdoor grassy edge of Infinity Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon(Capone) | Open (because in the Villa there is no hiding)<br><em><strong>Mood</strong></em>:&nbsp; Linkin Park - Numb (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qZxMY7FZf8)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GlZeR2L.jpg)</div>In the quiet night she heard him before she saw him. The tall rocker with the long brown hair, Devon. He reclined beside her and asked if he could listen to her sing. She scrunched up her nose and shook her head a little before she gave up finally shrugging her one exposed shoulder. She didn't want the music to stop and it was all she had.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Okay but no laughing. And hang on,"</strong> Elsa whispered. <strong>"I have to pretend to play the piano or whatever that instrument is on my knees for this one. Cause that's how I used to do it in my bedroom at night with my headphones on...."</strong> With those words she started to lightly pretend to play the piano. Her fingers moved with some rehearsed practice, the sisters at her school all taught them how to play a variety of instruments. It was part of their music program. She just wasn't the best at it but she could still do it. In the end, with fingers drumming on her knees under the Spanish night sky, none of that really mattered.<br><br><em>&lt;spoken word with a sing songy Swedish lilt&gt;<br>♫ I'm tired of being what you want me to be<br>Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface<br>I don't know what you're expecting of me<br>Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes<br>Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow<br>Every step that I take is another mistake to you<br>Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow ♫</em><br><br><strong>"Sing along with me if you know it. You must, everyone does."</strong> She looked at Devon and studied his eyes.<br><br><em>♫ I've become so numb, I can't feel you there<br>Become so tired, so much more aware<br>By becoming this all I want to do<br>Is be more like me and be less like you ♫</em><br><br>She sat up and reached out trying to take Devon's hands if he let her. She was just squeezing a little drama into her silly performance because if she was going to make a fool of herself on what was probably going to be filmed, she might as well go all the way with it.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">continuing to sing the lyrics...</div><div class="spoiler_body">♫ Can't you see that you're smothering me?<br>Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control<br>'Cause everything that you thought I would be<br>Has fallen apart right in front of you<br>Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow<br>Every step that I take is another mistake to you<br>Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow<br>And every second I waste is more than I can take!<br><br>I've become so numb, I can't feel you there<br>Become so tired, so much more aware<br>By becoming this all I want to do<br>Is be more like me and be less like you<br><br>And I know I may end up failing too&nbsp; *She nodded a yes to the vocals*<br>But I know you were just like me with someone disappointed in you<br><br>I've become so numb, I can't feel you there<br>Become so tired, so much more aware<br>By becoming this all I want to do<br>Is be more like me and be less like you<br><br>I've become so numb, I can't feel you there<br>I'm tired of being what you want me to be<br>I've become so numb, I can't feel you there<br>I'm tired of being what you want me to be ♫</div></div><br><br>Elsa played out the last few tones on the grass like it was her own mock synth box or piano. <br><br><strong>"I just love their music. When I was young it got me through so much and... Well... Later when my papa passed it reminded me of how great he was. He always supported me through everything. Even putting up with my very overly emotional teen years."</strong> Elsa chuckled. <strong>"Well I'm still emotional just not in the same way. Although, I got angry earlier today and it's very out of character for me. I didn't like it... So basically that's why I'm out here singing to myself. Why are you out here? It's late you should be sleeping. Surely the dulcet tones of one of your fellow islanders massacring a song didn't draw you out?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>09-09-2019, 02:51:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRkhU3slmLhHEgt4Vei2sd0cFkXU9dcx8b-W4GC0ijM1JQf7p5N)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace<br><hr><br class="clear_left">Things had been going so very well, perhaps a little too well for his luck, and then Corey had to go and bring Grace’s family into it.&nbsp; Well, to be fair she had asked about his family, and he had only returned the question in the least original way possible.&nbsp; &nbsp;And while there was no way that Corey could have expected Grace’s reaction, and indeed if it had not been now then it would have been likely sometime in the near future that he asked, nevertheless Corey felt like a total heel as he watched the tears forming behind Grace’s long lashes.&nbsp; <br><br>With his heart sinking down right out of his chest, Corey was up out of his seat in a flash, moving to Grace’s side of the table and taking a seat right beside her.&nbsp; Taking on of her hands in both of his,&nbsp; Corey gave it a squeeze.&nbsp; “Bugger Grace, I’m sorry to dreg that up for you.&nbsp; I can honestly say the last thing I wanted to do was make you sad, or cry, I was just curious.”&nbsp; He said softly, so softly that even the mics around their neck would barely pick it up, and surely people all of the world would be leaning in and asking each other what he just said.<br><br>“I know it’s not much, hell and I am still practically a stranger, but from what I have tasted, I’d think they’d be pretty proud of you.”&nbsp; Corey went on, indicating the still large pile of treats she had made them.&nbsp; “I think you’ve definitely got a calling here, and that’s no lie.&nbsp; Hell, you’d probably be doing it already, if it wasn’t for the whole thing about you being pretty and everyone wanting to see what you are wearing.”&nbsp; He said, trying for a teasing smile in hopes of drawing back her own.&nbsp; “I don’t think that them being disappointed is a fear you should have at all.&nbsp; Not in the least.”<br><br>Squeezing her hand once more, Corey decided he would be staying right where he was, and keeping her hand in his to boot.&nbsp; “And don’t worry about crying on the first date.&nbsp; Most of mine do, you just got there a little faster is all.”&nbsp; Corey teased, laughing at himself.&nbsp; “Alright, how about we each have another cupcake then, hm?&nbsp; Give us a chance to reset a bit before I have to do something mental to cheer you up like cannonball the pool or streak the Villa.&nbsp; Then you can regal me with tales of Brighton, and I will try not to scoff like the city boy that I am.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>09-09-2019, 03:31:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/VpwV62M/devon-daniels-5-crop.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> July 3rd, 2019 | After Midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard, Grassy Edge of the Infinity Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A pair of blue plaid boxer shorts<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>Cleo Balleta</del> Erm, no one, apparently<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><hr><br>The girl was most certainly charming. Just the manner in which her fingers had placed themselves upon an invisible keyboard, her eyes closed, envisioning the instrument in her head as she called the music to mind. He could only chuckle, as it was something he had done often. I mean, he was a metal head. They all pretended to air guitar when there was no actual physical instrument present. Yet Elsa's own self-deprecation hinted that she was not used to performing in front of others, though she already had plenty of the charisma for it.<br><br>"No laughing," he said, crossing over his heart as if to solemnly swear. A promise he'd break shortly, though not in a mocking manner. It took him a few bars, but once he recognized the melody he could not suppress the chuckle from his lips. It was one of those bands that Marshall had specifically banned from the Juke Box, and for a while he even actively turned anyone wearing their t-shirt away from the bar. It wasn't until the vocalist had recently passed on that Marshall had decided to let <em>that</em> particular attitude soften.<br><br>Devon's own background with the band was... mixed. He had discovered them not long after his brother had first bestowed upon Devon albums such as Ride the Lightning (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ride_the_Lightning), Youthanasia (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Youthanasia), Screaming for Vengeance (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Screaming_for_Vengeance), Something Wicked This Way Comes (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Something_Wicked_This_Way_Comes_(Iced_Earth_album)), and Holy Diver (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holy_Diver). Other kids in his school listened to Linkin Park, and so he had downloaded the tune on his home computer. Next time his brother was over, he went into a rather lengthy lecture into why such metal was an affront to the genre and that Devon should never listen to it again. He didn't obey, at least immediately, but it didn't take too long before he began to discover bands that he preferred. The older he got, the more Devon had laid on the hate to the band, but sitting here, listening to her sing and reminisce about her own bedroom... it was nostalgic.<br><br><strong>"Sing along with me if you know it. You must, everyone does."</strong><br><br>Uh oh.<br><br>So Devon looked back, though he studied her lips as she sang. It was as if he was hoping to read the lyrics from her mouth before the sound soothed forth. Unfortunately, most of the words were long since forgotten, save for one particularly stand out line.<br><br><em>"...I want to do is be more like me and be less like you"</em><br><br>He nodded, singing that piece in key with her, his own foot tapping the timing. However, he could only hum the melody, adding snatches and bits here and there. It had been, what... eighteen? Twenty years? A tune that he heard on occasion, but hadn't really paid attention to in a long, long time. A surprising amount of it had stuck in his mind, but not enough for him to truly contribute in a meaningful way. He took note of how she nodded along to the line of failing, pocketing that action so that he might bring it out at an opportune moment to inquire. He tried to add in at the end, but the song took enough of a shift that he stumbled, tripping on his own tongue. He chuckled, and allowed herself to finish on her own, fingers tapping upon the blades of grass softly.<br><br><strong>"I just love their music. When I was young it got me through so much and... Well... Later when my papa passed it reminded me of how great he was. He always supported me through everything. Even putting up with my very overly emotional teen years."</strong> Elsa gave a chuckle here, almost as if there was a whole kaleidoscope of memories that flashed in her mind in that very instant. <strong>"Well I'm still emotional just not in the same way. Although, I got angry earlier today and it's very out of character for me. I didn't like it... So basically that's why I'm out here singing to myself. Why are you out here? It's late you should be sleeping. Surely the dulcet tones of one of your fellow islanders massacring a song didn't draw you out?"</strong><br><br>He shook his head at her self-assessment of her voice, a smile on his face. "Massacre nothing. You should hear my buddy Bumbles. Sounds like a dying cat in an alleyway and lacks any sense of rhythm." He studied her for a moment, considering her question and how to answer it. His teeth dug into the inside of his lip as he pondered, then his fingers brushed stray strands of his hair behind his ear.<br><br>"As for why I'm out here, well, turns out I adjusted to Cleo wrapping herself around me like the peel to a banana," he grinned. "Without her arms and thighs holding tight I just found myself rolling around, unable to get any rest." His eyes turned up to hers. "Which is when I noticed you were gone." He looked out towards the pool, the lights causing the blue lining of it to shine upwards through the rippling surface, bouncing and shifting the illumination in hypnotic ways across the surroundings. "At first I didn't think anything of it, but then I remembered when I first arrived. You were the one in the Jeep ahead of me, and I dunno if yours was running behind or mine early, but I was close enough to hear you shouting and hollering. You seemed really excited to be here." He faced back towards her again, though the smile was weaker. "And I suddenly realized that you'd been in my situation a whole day more. Only difference is, I'm here because I lost a bet. You seemed like you were genuinely excited to be here, and..." He bit his lower lip in thought, then readjusted himself, his right leg bent but laying on the ground while his left remained upright, foot planted on the ground, his left arm resting on his knee while he braced himself against his right palm. "Well, when I realized how much you must be disappointed and hurting, I just..." He shrugged. "I didn't think. I just felt like finding you, see if you might need..." He paused, then grinned, unable to hold back a soft shake of laughter, his shoulders bouncing as his head bowed forward, hair cascading down. "This is going to sound dumb, but I'm a bartender, so being an ear to listen or a shoulder for crying is something I've kind of developed over time. So, I guess I'm offering that to you, if you'd like."<br><br>He paused, eyes scanning around the quiet and calm yard once more. "Of course, I also understand the desire to just sing it out. Nothing captures emotion like song, right?" When he finished, he looked back to her, his eyes locked on her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>09-09-2019, 05:39:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9EuNIEX.jpg?1)</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> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Hamilton, NZ<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Late Morning/Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Competition #1<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cassie<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><hr><br>Owen popped the small piece of chocolate into his mouth and worked it over his tongue, letting it melt as he listened to Elsa’s story. It was amusing, and told with the warmth of a woman who enjoyed interacting with other people, even in a random moment of mistaken identity like the one she described. There was something in that that Owen appreciated. From his years of playing as a pro and on his national team, he’d worked any number of camps for kids, and found that there was a a lot that could be learned about a person by how they treated those kids. <br><br><strong>“Well, it’s good on you for letting that little girl have her little bit of princess worship while she could still enjoy it,”</strong> Owen said with a smile that was only partially about the story. With Elsa’s rather obvious ogling of him, he felt both flattered and a bit relieved that he could infer that she wouldn’t have minded had she caught him giving a pretty thorough once-over on the first evening during the arrivals and coupling. <br><br>He stayed sitting upright as she laid back on the mattress. The heat of the sun was growing, though they were partially shaded from it still. <br><br><strong>“Well, truth be told, I have a bit of a sweet tooth. Carried over from my childhood, I guess. The national team trainer, he’s especially hard about ‘no sugar’, but I tend to find myself sneaking it here and there when I feel like I need it. So, I guess I recognize a kindred spirit.” </strong><br><br>He chuckled at the thought, as though he’d amused himself with it. <strong>“I came here because I needed to do something different. I needed to see if I could even do something like this-be on TV all the time. My agent wanted me to broaden my horizons, said I wouldn’t have much of a life after playing if I didn’t start thinking about life outside of playing.” </strong>Owen shrugged his broad shoulders. He didn’t really know what to make of a lot of what had happened since he’d arrived, but he was enjoying Elsa’s company in this brief interaction. <br><strong><br>“What about you? What made you motivated enough to try this?”<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-09-2019, 07:26:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7b/156698940925441015.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Dinner time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br>Grace had still been quietly chuckling and wiping at her lashes when Corey got up and moved his chair, setting it down beside her and lowering onto it. She didn’t know that he moved until she heard the chair plop down beside her, in the grass. With a small, shuddering breath, she opened her eyes and turned to look at Corey, just before he reached out to grab hold of one of her hands. <br><br>He gave her hand a proper squeeze and Grace set her other hand atop his. When he apologized, she shook her head. “You don’t need to be sorry,” she honestly replied. “I wouldn’t have shared it if I didn’t want you to know.” Her voice was kept hushed and her body twisted to face his a bit better. Grace sniffled. “Does it look like I’m crying?” She jokingly asked when he mentioned he didn’t want to cause her to.<br><br>And then he gave her his sentiments on the matter. She chewed on her lower lip while Corey spoke about how he was sure her grandparents would be proud, about how she shouldn’t worry about disappointing them, about how she seemed to inherit their gifts in baking and had a real talent for it. After his comment about how she’d probably already be doing it if not for her followers being curious about her outfits, she released her lip and laughed a bubbly sound.<br><br>His hand squeezed hers again and made her very warm on the inside. Her hand that laid over top of his braced a little tighter against his skin. He made her laugh again with the remark about his dates ending in tears. He offered that they each have another cupcake, but she liked how his other ideas sounded. “Or maybe cannonball after streaking round the villa,” she suggested, her brows playfully wiggling. <br><br>She raised her hand and clutched at his shirt collar, pulling him a bit closer to her before tilting her head and pressing her lips against his in a more passionate kiss than they had shared up until that point. Her hand tugged him closer by his shirt, before her fingers eased away from his collar and slid around the back of his neck, getting lost at the nape of his neck and tangling in his short locks. <br><br>Grace parted her lips a bit wider, her tongue slipping into his mouth, tasting him and savoring his flavor. “Mmm,” she cooed when she finally did pull away, gently. “I think I’d rather skip the cupcake and enjoy some more of you instead.” She made an innocent face at him. “I suppose we do need to eat something for dinner though, don’t we?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>09-09-2019, 13:02:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRkhU3slmLhHEgt4Vei2sd0cFkXU9dcx8b-W4GC0ijM1JQf7p5N)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace<br><hr><br class="clear_left">“Maybe just a little…”&nbsp; Corey replied to Grace’s question as she wiped her eyes.&nbsp; Perhaps she had kept them from spilling down her cheeks, but from this close it as clear that she had been just seconds away from it.&nbsp; “Although, I suppose there is a chance that the cameras missed it, or maybe you are having an allergy attack.” Corey joked, especially now that it seemed Grace was joking back with him once more.<br><br>“Well, streak and jumping, that’s a possibility.&nbsp; Not sure, though.&nbsp; Everyone might follow, and something tells me getting this whole crowd running and jumping naked into the pool might not be the best idea.&nbsp; Would make for some great TV though, and I’d probably be a hero to millions of men watching at home.”&nbsp; Corey laughed with a shake of his head.&nbsp; He might be only looking at seeing ONE girl naked at the moment but he was smart enough to know that getting them all naked and splashing around would make male viewership spike.<br><br>Corey didn’t have long to think along those lines though, because suddenly Grace was pulling him in for a kiss.&nbsp; And WHAT a kiss!&nbsp; At first surprised, then pleasantly surprised, it didn’t take long before Corey was returning the kiss with every bit of passion that Grace was sending his way.&nbsp; The island melted away, not to mention all the other Islanders about, and as she pulled him closer Corey hand reached out, landing on Grace’s thigh where the high slit revealed her smooth skin.<br><br>When the kiss broke, right about the time that Corey was thinking this would be a lot easier to continue if Grace was in his lap, he had to blink a few times to clear those naughty thoughts away.&nbsp; “Eat?” Corey asked, his mind still thinking a very different version of the word than Grace was alluding to.&nbsp; “Oh, right, yeah.&nbsp; &nbsp;A man can’t live on cupcakes and kisses alone.&nbsp; Although, I’d be willing to give it a go.”&nbsp; Starting to stand, Corey’s eyes went a little wide before he sat right back down.<br><br>“Let’s go see what there is inside to eat.&nbsp; I suppose I can share the rest of your baking with the others too.” He smiled.&nbsp; “I’ll follow you in, I’ll just grab this tray for you.”&nbsp; He offered, his face flushed as he tried to mask the real reason he wanted Grace to stand and head in first.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-09-2019, 13:47:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/66/5b/da/665bda514da6e094c012e5961e366f4b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Lunch-ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa's Outdoor Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini from earlier with a <del>simple blue and white striped cover-up (https://www.lulus.com/images/product/xlarge/3068900_595642.jpg)</del><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey | Devon<br><br><hr><br>Corey’s correction about Devon being his favorite bro made Grace chuckle while she was munching on another bite of her burger. She felt the need to cover her mouth while she laughed so that none of her food would make an unwanted appearance. It was a good decision to do so too, because Corey carried on making her laugh with his following comments. When she finished her bite, she playfully patted his arm.<br><br>“If you’re in a coma, then I’m coming to visit you in hospital.” Grace reassured Corey. Though, if you thought too hard about it, her comforting words might have not made much sense. Oh, well. It’s the thought that counts, right?<br><br>At the topic of her failed dates, Corey found the silver lining to help cheer her up - at least it was over now, indeed. When the topic veered away from that, Grace looked a bit more relieved, however when Corey questioned her athleticism based on how she pulled off a bikini, she felt her cheeks turning pink. He may have then tried to save face, but wound up calling her fit, and then finally stopped trying to salvage his words and just agreed to Devon’s challenge.<br><br>The long-haired American shrugged, mentioning he was hardly an Olympian, but if that was the standard they were operating under, then Grace was about to severely disappoint the others. When Cleo arrived, Grace politely and officially introduced herself and Corey to her, thankful that she didn’t have a big bite of hamburger to work through at that moment. Devon swept Cleo away soon after, giving Corey and Grace a moment together.<br><br>“Is there even a way to cheat when it comes to swimming?” She rhetorically asked, putting her half eaten burger down for later and collecting a napkin to wipe at her face. She then turned her back to Corey and swept her hair out of the way, over one shoulder. “Could you untie me?” She gestured with her free hand to the three ribbon ties along her back. Grace glanced at him from over her other shoulder, checking to see if he was red-faced. <br><br>When she was free of her ties, Grace peeled her bikini cover off and led Corey to the pool, her hand holding his. When they got there, they noticed a plethora of floaties and the other couple ready to start racing. They had a load of laughs all the way through, taking it as less of a contest and more of a fun way to spend the afternoon together. She honestly didn’t even keep score, though she was fairly certain she hadn’t won a thing. And it didn’t matter in the slightest! <br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>09-09-2019, 19:58:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xRl97yo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Montréal, Québec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Noonesque<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside lounge chair<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.imgur.com/lQTI8xH.jpg), with red framed heart shaped sunglasses, plain ol' black flip-flops<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan [Mentions Delaney] | OPEN<br><hr><br>Laying there, ankles crossed over one another with her arms doing much the same over her chest, Rhonda was just beginning to wind down from the chaotic morning. There was chatter around her but none of it registered in her brain as actual words or thoughts. Not bothering to clue into any one conversation was a strange way to find peace that she didn't know existed. Is that why boys always had trouble listening? Are they always searching for this calm? She'd have to try this out more often. Not just yet, though.<br><br>Her head tilted and her eyelids fluttered toward the apology that was coming from a foot or so away from her. Logan was sat there, looking rather fresh and raring to go. Looks like the boys can head out on their gathering whenever they wanted. Rhonda made no moves from where she sat, only following Logan with her eyes as he willingly gave her his thoughts about what had happened earlier. She thought he looked like he was genuinely conflicted by Mark's actions, his own, and even her thoughts about what they were. It was endearing, in a way. It's not easy to go one hundred percent on someone he says his feelings for another girl are very much real.<br><br>Rhonda was doing her best to have her listening ears on and a neutral look on her face. It was something closer to a Resting Bitch Face than she intended. Logan then asked where her head was in regards to it all, a hand extended toward her as an intimate offering. Like every single time before, she took it. Her arms uncrossed and a hand palmed his. She gripped it firmly enough that she could use the leverage to bring herself up to a seated position. Her legs were practically cradling one of his and it was the sheerest shred of willpower that stopped her from falling into him. There was a desperate, selfish need to find that comfortable nook in Logan but the little devil on her shoulder waving around a flag with Delaney's face on it stopped her. Logan was being respectful and straightforward, as far as she could tell. There was no hiding how he felt toward the other girl. The fact that he is even talking to Rhonda about it all does mean that he cares and wants to see things through. That still doesn't exactly instill a vote of confidence in her mind that they are a sound couple. Strong couples kissed cheeks when asked to do otherwise in competitions, at least.<br><br>Sitting there with her legs gently clamped against his, hand in hand, Rhonda thought of ways to express that she was truly there to have fun. A hundred lovely dates with a hundred beautiful people in this weird, fabricated, completely unnatural setting to attract the eyes of millions of people later and she would still want to see how far she could go with Logan if he wanted to, too. Her first two dates were an indication of that, she considered, but Logan seems to be struggling from fully coming back from his first. <br><br>Thoughts were going to turn to likely inarticulate spoken words, but Logan had stood up before Rhonda could do so. Perhaps it was for the best as she was still a bit of a space case after the competition. He instructed her to think about it, then left her again by her lonesome on the lounge chair. Previously stewing, Rhonda laid back into her seat with a huff - she was approaching a rapid boil.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>09-09-2019, 21:13:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://inkedcartel.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/josh-mario-john-tattoos-21-819x1024.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, Late late late<br><strong>Location:</strong> Diary Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Beach Towel Wrapped Around -&nbsp; black boxer briefs - everything else removed <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">T-shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/8174-xrHQxL._UX679_.jpg)</div></div> , well-worn jeans, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Socks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ik.imagekit.io/overdose/3wisemen/catalog/product/cache/4/small_image/265x320/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/x/sx-101913_white.jpg)</div></div> , <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0046/5548/0950/products/STEVEMADDEN-CASUAL_ZENO_BLUE-FABRIC_grande.jpg?v=1549480015)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a tired sounding laugh.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"So it's late...like really late."</em> , he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand.&nbsp; Looking at the camera before exhaling slowly and shaking his head slightly.<br><br><em>"I've spent days upon days...weeks actually alone in the bush.&nbsp; At no point did I ever feel worried or anxious. Thirty-six hours here though and I feel so..."</em> , he shook his head again.&nbsp; Biting his lower lip as he struggled with the word and he spoke it low...quiet...more growl than whisper.<br><br><em>"...lonely.&nbsp; I'm surrounded by people...and then there's the crew who are everywhere and still...it's brutal."</em> , he shook his head again.&nbsp; Clearing his throat and covering it up with a forced laugh. <em> "This place bends you...pushes you in ways that just...don't feel good.&nbsp; I don't feel like this is making me better at something.&nbsp; It all just feels unnatural and the more I try to give over to it and just...let myself be...exposed."</em><br><br><em>That's a nice sentiment.</em> <br><br>Words that hit him hard...<br><br>Harder than he'd anticipated.<br><br><em>"It all just feels wrong, man. "</em> He leaned back in the love seat...only to give a small, forced smile. <em> "It's past midnight and Elsa and Devon are up singing to each other...in my bedroom...and it's only my bedroom because I don't have a bed and can't bring myself to ask someone else if I can share a bed with them because...you know...they're fucking strangers?&nbsp; That...and they nearly all universally despise me.&nbsp; So...because it's serenade o'clock...and I'm losing my mind.&nbsp; Here's some Canadian content. Maybe someone out there might need to hear this as much as I do..."</em><br><br>So he started to sing...although singing could be a generous term.&nbsp; It was more like marginally melodic, whispered growling with his head hung down as he looked at the floor, trying to remember the lyrics despite it being on the radio all the time.<br><br><div align="center">Oh hey.<br>I had a night. I had a day.<br>I did one million stupid things.<br>I said one billion foolish things.<br>I'm not okay.</div><br>He looked up...biting the inside of his cheek before exhaling before continuing.<br><br><div align="center">I got a baseball bat beside my bed.<br>To fight off what's inside my head.<br>To fight off what's behind my meds.<br>I'm lonely, lost in pain.</div><br>He let out a sharp breath through his nostrils...<br><br><br><div align="center">"It's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay.<br>You're not a monster, just a human,<br>and you made a few mistakes<br>It's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay.<br>You're not gruesome, just human,<br>and you made a few mistakes."</div><br>His voice sounded a little...stronger.&nbsp; Almost a little more musical but...well...barely so.<br><br><div align="center">"Goddamn<br>I threw a brick right through the window<br>of my life. Ignored the signals.<br>I am high and drunk on ego. Can't see straight.<br>So I just feel my way around;<br>and I am touching and I'm grabbing everything I can't be havin'.<br>I am broken down in shame."</div><br>His eyebrows lifted slightly and he gave a small but genuine smile.<br><br><div align="center">"It's alright, It's okay, it's alright, it's okay.<br>You're not a demon, there's a reason,<br>you behaved in that way.<br>It's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay.<br>And I believe, yes I believe that you will see a better day."</div><br>He pressed two fingers to his lips...then leaned forward to press his fingertips to the nearby camera lens.<br><br><em>"Mom.&nbsp; I think I'll be home a good deal sooner than I thought.&nbsp; I'll apologize properly then.&nbsp; Please feed Fomo extra treats tonight.&nbsp; I miss her.&nbsp; Dad.&nbsp; Keep your stick on the ice and don't eat anything I wouldn't."</em><br><br>He gave an easier grin...seemingly better than when he started the diary session.&nbsp; He then stood and made his way out of the room, only to stop mid-stride in the doorway as he took note of Delaney's presence in the hallway.&nbsp; Clearly waiting for her turn in the diary room.&nbsp; She looked...tired.&nbsp; She still looked good but he knew when she got up today...this was turning into a long day for both of them.<br><br>His eyes narrowed slightly...not suspicious but this was the second night in a row where they had met like this.&nbsp; He gave her a familiar and amused smile as he spoke.<br><br><em>"You know...people are gonna talk if we keep meeting like this."</em> , he stepped smoothly out of the doorway and into the hall.&nbsp; His hand holding open the door to the diary room for her as he continued.&nbsp; <em>"I got the crowd all warmed up for you."</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 01:06:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fUo5lt0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | after midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa outdoor grassy edge of Infinity Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon(Capone) | in the Villa there is no hiding<br><em><strong>Mood</strong></em>:&nbsp; Linkin Park - Numb (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qZxMY7FZf8)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GlZeR2L.jpg)</div> It was cute watching Devon try to sing along a little but he clearly knew the tune because he still hummed along to it in parts. She felt like he liked the song more than he let on. The story of his buddy Bumbles made her smile. Picturing a cat yowling in time to the music was a meme worthy of the net, she assumed someone out there had done it and reconciled herself to searching for it someday.<br><br>Devon made reference to Cleo wrapping herself around him and missing it. Elsa nodded and quietly said, <strong>"Oh, I'm sure you do."</strong> A knowing smirk on her face as she imagined any man would probably miss that. For her own part, Elsa was more the little spoon type. He continued on giving his explanation of what led him out to find her. Not only did he seem like the sympathetic ear of the barkeep world but he also had a soft spot for wounded animals like Elsa. It was very endearing and she listened attentively to his explanation. For all his metal head exterior, she picked him as a big softy. Which also explained his reaction during the secrets challenge. <br><br>Elsa said, <strong>"You're right. That's what I like about those songs. I feel like the artists behind the songs actually felt the lyrics they are singing. Which is why I usually don't like cover songs that much. It always feels to me like they are just paying homage to the song but it lacks the original emotion and artistic intent. Some are good but very few."</strong> She flopped back down onto her back, head in her pillow as she stared up at the sky. <strong>"Singing them or listening to them when I feel like this helps give me perspective. Reminds me of bigger life moments and other emotions. I've been so wrapped up in this place that I lost sight of the bigger picture for a little while..."</strong> There was a pause here as she weighed words. Knowing what this place was like, it was all to often that someone would say one thing and it would burn through the villa like a wildfire and soon reach every ear. The form and context of things said rarely maintaining their original intent. She finally understood why so many others on the show had fumbled and quickly found themselves embroiled in the drama of it all. <strong>"I've felt lonely here. And the closest that I had to a human connection here was my date last night who did not express an interest in me. Worse, he was the first person here to be rude to me. In front of everyone no less. It made me feel very small. I mean I let myself feel very small because of it. It's just this place, the scope of the loneliness isn't easy to see from the outside but I know you've had it for a little while too. Feels like everyone around you is coupling up and making things happen. Anyways, that's all I've had to go on so far and it's a bit hard to bare. Thank you for coming to talk to me though. Because now, here you and I are being all introspective in the dead of night. I think that is the correct word, introspect. To reflect on yourself and your place of being. Yes? English is my second language. I don't always choose the correct words."</strong> She glanced over to him for a sign that she had choose the correct word. There was pause in case he wanted to interject before she continued.<br><br><strong>"Don't get me wrong. I was excited to be here and I still am. Even this loneliness is an experience. That's really what I came here for. That whole experience and adventure of it all. We'll never get another opportunity like this one again. Even climbing a mountain can be lonely and humbling. So maybe this is what I needed?"</strong> She looked over at him again, studying his eyes. He seemed really genuine and she wanted to say more to him but she didn't know him well enough yet to tell him her secrets. She had already tried the whole opening up the previous evening to a boy and that didn't end so well. She was a little more guarded this time around, especially since he was just a friendly ear. This wasn't a date or anything, was it? Maybe this whole place was&nbsp; just one communal date? It was to much of a head trip for her to think about. <br><br>Elsa said, <strong>"I have to ask something of you... Can I braid your hair? Just a little bit of it behind the ear? Unless you're brave, I could make you look like a viking and braid it all."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 01:38:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | after competition/noon?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa outdoor beds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Owen(Lustful)<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://images.immediate.co.uk/production/volatile/sites/3/2017/08/109183.png?quality=90&amp;lb=620,413&amp;background=white)</div> Watching Owen enjoy his candy and respond warmly to her story about the little girl in London made her smile. Some men would have blown over that story without a second thought but he seemed to actually appreciate it. She wondered if he had any children of his own. <br><br>Talking about sugar was always a wonderful topic as far as Elsa was concerned. It was good to see that he enjoyed it as well. <strong>"My trainer would say the same,"</strong> Elsa said softly in reply.<br><br>Owen talked about why he was here on the Island and asked her the same, <em>“What about you? What made you motivated enough to try this?”</em><br><br>Elsa said, <strong>"Well, what drove me here was a bad ending to a relationship but that was just the catalyst I needed to make me take the adventure that I wanted. I mean my boyfriend cheated on me, I had already got accepted to the show but wasn't going to take it. When I found out he was cheating on me, I decided that I would break up with him by coming to the Villa. My way of telling him publicly that I know what he did and that we are over. Felt pretty good too."</strong> She laughed and blushed lightly. <strong>"But that's behind me. I mean the motivation for it all is adventure, definitely something different. A once in a life time chance. It is and it's going to be an experience I'll never forget. Whether it is a crash and burn or something amazing, it's all just part of the adventure right? At least that's what I'm trying to tell myself at the moment. And just as soon as I eat my way down to the bottom of this pile of delicious emotions. I'm going to chant that to myself like some sort of mantra until I get my head in the right space. It's been a bit of a rough start. But let's not talk about that. I'm trying to eat the candy to deal with that."</strong> She shook her head to clear the thoughts away before offering him another candy by randomly tossing a piece in his general direction with a haphazard back toss. <strong>"I'm pretty sure my brothers are fans of yours. If not you exactly, than the team you play for. Are you an All Black? My brothers had me doing the Hakka when I was a kid with them out on the pitch. I got into exercise and training because of my youth playing sports with the boys and getting my little ass kicked. Fond memories on the pitch with them and the boys from the neighborhood. But I had to work twice as hard as them to keep up so that had me in the gym all the time."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 05:59:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/VpwV62M/devon-daniels-5-crop.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> July 3rd, 2019 | After Midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard, Grassy Edge of the Infinity Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A pair of blue plaid boxer shorts<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>Cleo Balleta</del> Erm, no one, apparently<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><hr><br>As Elsa spoke, Devon's eyes remained locked to hers, and if they ever swayed it was to study the rest of her face and expression in order to better read her emotions. The attentive bartender was certainly present, but there was a bit more to it than that. Elsa was a free talker, but not in the ways he had come to expect. There was that old saying, "a wise man speaks because he has something to say, a fool speaks to hear himself talk". His first expectation of her, given the whooping cheers on that first night, would have been the latter. Granted, he wasn't sure she was the former either, but you didn't always have to be wise, either. You could just be a person, neither wise nor foolish, speaking because you were trying to grasp someone's heart with your own.<br><br>In Elsa's speech he saw the part of her that simply loved being present around another person, and yet even with him right there he could detect the loneliness she felt. To feel isolated even when there was a crowd around you.<br><br>As she laid down upon her back, it gave him a bit more of an appreciative view of her body. Granted, he'd seen it before. Walking behind her on the way in, the morning of day two as she stepped out of bed with just a thong covering her bottom, and her wonderful work-out regimen seemingly designed to give the guys a hands-free barbell. But this was something different. She was more casually dressed now, and that had a far different feel to it. It was... comfortable. The sort of thing you could imagine waking up to and just silently laying there, figuring out where you wanted to go for breakfast even though you were just delaying having to get out of bed.<br><br>"Introspect is correct," he nodded with a soft smile as she inquired about the word. He listened to every word, and was shocked to discover that her date had ended in less than a desirable fashion. There were moments he could see her mind working, having thoughts and ideas she wanted to air out, and not to a camera like in the diary room. A physical being that could be receptive. But he, too, was just another piece to the game, and for all she knew he was sitting here, weighing his options now that he was without a partner. To him, it wouldn't really matter if he got sent home at the end of this week.<br><br>It would certainly mean an end to her adventure, though. While she certainly had the spirit to see the glass as being half-full, she'd feel wholly empty for a while if she had left under these circumstances.<br><br><strong>"I have to ask something of you... Can I braid your hair? Just a little bit of it behind the ear? Unless you're brave, I could make you look like a viking and braid it all."</strong><br><br>Devon's eyebrows rose, and his soft smile became a huge grin. Then his shoulders began to shake, and soon his head was cast downwards. He chuckled, his deep voice coming out in bursts. He could already see Lezzy, arm wrapped around Monica, her short frame beginning to rise up out of her seat in disbelief. Devon waved his hand, shaking his head.<br><br>"I'm not laughing at you," he reassured her, recalling Elsa's request for him not to do such a thing to her singing. Granted, she wasn't singing, but he wanted to make sure she understood the chuckling wasn't at her expense. He lifted his head, searching around into the bushes, trying to find a camera. It didn't take him long, and once he spotted it he stood, stepping a bit closer to it. "Hey Thrashers," he announced into the lens, "if Lezzy's flying the two-fisted bird at me right now, everyone take a drink." He then turned back to Elsa, stepping onto her makeshift bedding so that he was perpendicular to her as he sat down. However, he faced his back to her.<br><br>"So, back at the bar I work at," he began saying, "my buddy Lezzy has been nagging me to let her braid my hair for... gosh, a long time now." He ran his fingers over his chin in thought, trying to recollect the precise history. "I think it started out as a joke, but shortly after-"<br><br>He paused here, his mouth working silently, the grin leaving his face a moment. When the smile returned, it was clearly artificial, his voice a bit weaker. "After a mutual friend started calling me Hanson, y'know, after the MMBop brothers, Lezzy started to get serious about it. I think she really developed a love of my hair or something. I just know it went from a mocking threat to a sincere request." He looked over his shoulder, the smile regaining some of its warmth. "So I'm about to piss her off by letting you do what she never could. Though, I mean, who'd know better than a Scandinavian woman on braiding a man's hair to look like a Viking's? So go ahead, knock yourself out."<br><br>He pulled his knees to his chest, arms resting upon them as he shook his head, making sure his hair was properly cascaded down his back. "And don't worry, Lezzy. I'll let you give it a try when I'm back home." He smiled. He'd at least have something to look forward to now.<br><br>She was probably shouting "Fuck you" at the TV anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 16:15:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/bb62-2016/02/14/criminal-damage-navyblack-nep-t-shirt-product-2-556257935-normal.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper Jameson (JJ) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15018215#msg15018215)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> New York, NY<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside in the Villa/Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/bb62-2016/02/14/criminal-damage-navyblack-nep-t-shirt-product-2-556257935-normal.jpeg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Grace<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ watched as Grace strode away, still a little astonished at what had just taken place.&nbsp; Whatever it was, it was good.&nbsp; His date with Grace had been a disaster, true, but it had been the only low point in the Villa for him.&nbsp; Even the revelation of his secret hadn’t bothered him… but making enemies on his first full day on the island did.&nbsp; If he was going to make it to the end… if he was going to win… he needed friends.&nbsp; Or at least a scarcity of enemies.&nbsp; Burying the hatchet with the only potential enemy he had could only bode well.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He found himself happy for Mark, though, too.&nbsp; JJ didn’t consider himself a particularly empathetic guy, but he did want to see the dude succeed.&nbsp; He’d had a rough go the first couple of days, but didn’t seem like a bad guy.&nbsp; In fact, he kind of reminded JJ of the wide-eyed emigrees from middle America who were constantly flowing into the City.&nbsp; They came in, completely unprepared for the pressure cooker.&nbsp; Most of them wilted and ran, completely overwhelmed.&nbsp; Others stayed and slowly went crazy.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; But there were some that stayed and let the crucible of living in the largest, busiest city in the country burn away the extraneous bullshit and forge them into something different… something harder and sharper.&nbsp; It wasn’t necessarily a good thing, JJ supposed, but people didn’t come to New York City to find zen.&nbsp; Mark reminded him of those folks. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; It was neither here nor there.&nbsp; Mark would find his way here or he wouldn’t.&nbsp; That JJ hoped he would was a testament to how screwy things in here were.&nbsp; It usually took him months to give a shit about anyone new in his life.&nbsp; Here?&nbsp; Hours.&nbsp; What the fuck?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; But he did care, as weird as that felt to him.&nbsp; So when Grace made it to the kitchen and handed Delaney the last cupcake, he turned to Mark with a bemused smile.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“So… that was some shit.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Remembering the cupcake he laughed and shook his head.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“No pun intended.”<br></strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He picked up the cupcake, unwrapped it and took an oversized bite of it.&nbsp; Tilting his head to one side, he chewed for a while and nodded appreciatively, until it he’d swallowed it down.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Well… I was right.&nbsp; Didn’t taste like shit at all. You cool, man?”</strong><br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 16:30:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, noon-ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside in the Villa/Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Swim Shorts</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn11.bigcommerce.com/s-6ehfk/images/stencil/original/products/8115/24103/Addicted-Mesh-Rainbow-Swim-Short-ADS178-01-White-F__38252.1560732424.jpg?c=2?c=2&amp;imbypass=on&amp;imbypass=on)</div></div> , red compression socks and running shoes<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> J.J. , Grace<br><br><br><hr><br>He felt...relieved.&nbsp; He didn't want to war with Grace and her making the effort to come over to J.J. and himself to bury the hatchet was a surprise but a welcome surprise.&nbsp; There was still a mountain to climb as far as the rest of the people in the villa but Grace was a great start.<br><br>He looked to J.J. and gave him an amused look before looking to the cupcake he held in one hand.<br><br><em>"I haven't eaten a cupcake in five years..."</em>&nbsp; He motioned with his free hand towards his forehead...and then let his hand drift down his body. <em> "This isn't an accident.&nbsp; There's a good amount of sacrifice involved and cupcakes were on that altar.&nbsp; Still...I don't want to snub her again."</em><br><br>He shrugged his shoulders slightly, unwrapped the cupcake and then pushed the entire thing into his mouth icing first.&nbsp; His mouth full but he soldiered through as he chewed the peace offering in good faith.<br><br><em><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Well… I was right.&nbsp; Didn’t taste like shit at all. You cool, man?”</strong></em><br><br>His mouth was full but he nodded his head as he chewed and gave J.J. a double thumbs up in response to his question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 23:46:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/vQiVZTx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>River Silk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15025750#msg15025750)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Omni<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Topeka, Kansas<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, 3 July 2019, just after 6:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured, Black/Clear Platform Heels, Carrying Pizza Boxes!<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open!<br><br><hr><br>*DING DONG*<br><br>A brief moment after <strong>Caroline's text</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15068271#msg15068271) the front doorbell rings. The camera shows River standing there, a big smile on her face, obviously rather excited about joining the cast. She's holding six large pizza boxes stacked somewhat precariously up on her shoulder, held up with both hands as well, but she doesn't seem like she's about to drop them just yet. <br><br>"Helloooooo." River calls out. "Open the door or I'll have time to come up with cheesy porn lines about pizza deliveries!" She yells with an exuberant joy. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intro Video Montage!</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/PcZWmrn.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/PU2VIkd.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/L0JYT6I.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/KbxdH8g.jpg)</div><br><strong>“Give us your name and tell us what you do.”</strong><br><br>River is wearing a sparkly pink spaghetti-strapped halter top that shows off her breasts and waist, nothing below that visible due to the camera angle. She turns and waves enthusiastically at the cameraman. "I'm River! Yes, that's my real name!" She breaks into an infectious laugh that always seems just on the tip of her tongue, "I'm an actress, you know, you definitely saw me and loved me in <em>Octostorm II</em>." A slight pause where she maintains a straight face for a moment, then the laugh comes again and she leans to the side in the chair as she can't maintain her composure. "Okay, like <em>one </em>person watching this might have." She admits, unable to contain her laughter. <br><br>The camera cuts to River doing the sexy walk up to the villa, slow motion zoom around her body in a rather short, tight grey dress as she struts with a fierce look, her voice continues over the images.<br><br>"I'm not quite like everyone else you could say. I mean, everyone's unique but I wear it on the outside." The camera cuts to a bikini clad River cavorting in the surf as girls tend to do in these shows, perhaps lingering rather scandalously on a noticeable bulge in her bikini. "I am who I am, that's it. I don't like to dwell on what it means or like, use it as a reason to give people headaches. I be me, you be you, let's have fun."&nbsp; <br><br>The camera cuts back to River in the interview chair. "What do you call me?" She shrugs, "Whatever you want, I don't care. She, he, babe, hottie, smoke show," she tacks them off on her finger, "love of my life, uh," she mentally searches for a moment, "uh toots?" she barely keeps a straight face and glances at one of the crew off camera who clearly laughed at that word, "What? Someone might say that! Maybe they're into old timey detective novels! You don't know!" She breaks out into her laugh again.<br><br><strong>“Tell us what you’re planning to do in the villa.&nbsp; What are you looking for from this experience?”</strong><br><br>"Oh I'm here to have fun." She says with a grin that could only be called impish, looking at the camera and raising both eyebrows in a sort of mockingly pervy expression. "And it's gonna be easy for me." She tosses her silky black hair back and strikes a pose. <br><br>"Why? Because I'm the hottest girl and the coolest guy here." She says, only a little bit of her trademark take-it-easy vibe still evident in these words, clear that she really means this. "What I bring to the table, nobody else does, I mean, like, nobody else here <em>can</em>." She grins and blows a kiss to the camera. "I can get anyone I want, nobody here can stop me."<br><br>"There's only one question." The camera cuts to River finishing her sexy walk up in slow motion, striking a pose with a cocked hip and a confident smile. "Is there anyone here who can handle <em>me</em>?" <br><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 00:03:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-frx5-1.cdninstagram.com/vp/7827b12f6d41f9c2fb6b4aa9fb2d6e31/5DEC372F/t51.2885-15/e35/67422255_874632779581098_4633600165210364889_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-frx5-1.cdninstagram.com&amp;se=7&amp;ig_cache_key=MjA5NzM2MTYwNTQyMDQ5MTIzMg%3D%3D.2)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | In the hour of 2:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Living Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://scontent-frt3-2.cdninstagram.com/vp/52161d761f7db450afbdf78b262934e0/5DA65F2F/t51.2885-15/e35/62596829_416297855765698_8777060865849444673_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-frt3-2.cdninstagram.com&amp;se=7&amp;ig_cache_key=MjA3NDk4NzQ5MTIwNDU2OTk5Mg%3D%3D.2)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rhonda<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/the-love-island-villa-05.jpg)</div>After lunch, Logan realized that he had two girls to make up with. One of them, he was already coupled up with. The other, he had been on a date with. And it wasn’t fair for him to choose Rhonda, then string Delaney along. Even though it was never his intention to do so, he could definitely see how a kiss is a kiss, no matter the game rules.<br><br>That’s the sort of thing that made this show such a popular guilty pleasure program. It was a raunchy show with the potential for sex scenes, fighting and love triangles… or various other shapes. There might even be backstabbing amongst the tears, breakups and hookups. Logan sighed as he thought it over more carefully. Why had he signed up for the show?<br><br>Sure, it was supposedly a once in a lifetime sort of experience and it was an opportunity of a lifetime as well. But, was that more about the money, or about falling in love whilst loads of cameras watched? He started to think about it all a little more carefully. Why were the other islanders there? What were they hoping to gain from this? <br><br>With the beer still somewhat fresh in his system, Logan realized that he couldn’t know the answers to all of his rather pressing questions. He was here and he thought it best to try and make the most out of it during his time in the villa. That started by making up with Rhonda. She had made it clear via their text message conversation that she wasn’t looking at the other guys. <br><br>Despite her dates with JJ and Mark, she still wanted to see it through with him. Those feelings from before, of committing to her because after he had stepped forward for her, she had chose him, were still there. And of course, committing to her meant pushing their relationship a bit further. Which he couldn’t do in good conscience with Delaney still tugging his attention.<br><br>But, as he had said to the brunette on their date… he owed it to Rhonda to stick it out with her. And, as he had admitted to Rhonda… he wanted to see where things went with them. Of course, now that he got himself in the situation he was in, well, things weren’t all that simple anymore. Now, he needed to make up for lost time and start winning favor back again.<br><br>To start, he went to one of the vendors on the street and grabbed a bouquet of flowers. He’d have to remember to ask Rhonda later what her favorite flowers were, because the fact that he didn’t know wasn’t a great start. But, hoping she’d still appreciate his effort, he paid the vendor and returned to the Jeep, fresh flowers in hand.<br><br>When he returned to the villa, he was quick to skip up the stairs and set the flowers down on the bathroom counter, carefully. After stripping out of his clothes, he got into the shower and washed away the sweat of the afternoon - it could truly get so hot in Majorca - then changed into fresh trousers and a white tee. After that, he dug through some of the supplies in the closet.<br><br>Logan lit a couple of candles, laying them along the counters in the bathroom. He poured some bubbles into the bathtub and ran the water at a warm temperature, letting it fill up all the way to nearly the top. He pulled his phone out and sent Rhonda a text as the tub was filling. Setting his phone down on the counter, he traded it for the flowers and stood in front of the tub, waiting for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 00:27:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sexy little number as pictured, sans hat. &nbsp;(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/WarlikeMilkyCony-size_restricted.gif)Black sandals.<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace | Open<br><br><br><hr><br><br>From her vantage point in the kitchen things seemed to go exceedingly well. JJ smiled and laughed, Mark smiled, everyone accepted cupcakes and Grace seemed satisfied as she made her way back around the pool. Delaney grinned and continued stuffing her face with her sandwich.<br><br>Until she was presented with a cupcake which, poop emoji or not, immediately took precedence. <br><br>“Only crazy people don’t like chocolate. Or cupcakes.” <br><br>She accepted the cupcake and offered a hug, because Delaney was a hugger. It was friendly but not pushy if Grace happened to be the sort inclined toward people being in her personal space. <br><br>“And you’re welcome, Grace.” she laughed softly and set both the cupcake and the sandwich onto one of the plates, then went about assembling a second sandwich, this one without the overabundance of mustard. <br><br>“So it went well? What did they say?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 00:53:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JOXZUP3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as Comp picture (https://pics.wikifeet.com/Victoria-Magrath-Feet-3772556.jpg) (Orange swimming costume and jean booty shorts)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney <br><br><hr><br>At Delaney’s sentiment about chocolate and specifically cupcakes, Grace nodded emphatically. “I know, right?!” She excitedly replied. “Sorry, this is the turd one.” She wrinkled her nose at her own joke, then shook her head apologetically. “Nope, no, sorry. That - well, it - it sounded much funnier in my head. But out loud it’s just a bit gross, isn’t it?”<br><br>Delaney pulled her in for a hug and Grace accepted, giggling softly as she gently wrapped her arms around the brunette, in a friendly way. After another moment, Grace turned back to her plate and picked up the remnants of her sandwich like it was nothing, then started to dig in yet again. When Delaney inquired, Grace nodded, waiting for her chewing to be finished. <br><br>“It did. And now I’m not so sure what I was worried over. But, they accepted my apology and they both extended apologies of their own, so as far as I’m concerned, we’re back on normal terms now, I think.” She gave a sigh of relief, then smiled at Delaney and elbowed her playfully. “Right, now we just need to get your shit taken care of.” She chuckled, but her offer was sincere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 01:12:33</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Daybed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey tank top, pink panties. (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/5u1d23-l-610x610-underwear-pink+panties-panties-alexandra+daddario.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br><br><br><br>They shared a quiet laugh about the stresses of this place in solidarity. She, still laying on her side with her arm curled under her pillow, watched him as he shifted about and eventually slid down to nearly match her position. Her smile broadened, and clear blue eyes crinkled slightly at the corners as happiness reached them in earnest. <br><br>There were no guarded prerogatives between them in that moment. As the sun rose he spoke to her about his job. About his life. And in true Delaney fashion, she only narrowly resisted the urge to playfully lick his palm as he pantomimed the mask... <br><br>The true intimacy of the moment wasn’t abrupt or even overt. It settled over them like&nbsp; the gradual warmth of the morning sun. Pleasant. Welcome. Slow, and full of promise. <br><br>Teasing&nbsp; fell away and she listened to him, rapt less by his story and more the way he told it. With a quiet but honest conviction. He had known these moments, the panic and the calm. It felt personal and real in a way that very few things here had been. <br><br>As his words began to taper off she caught him slowly reaching to renew the distance so she reached for him. Her fingers curled under his chin and she brushed her thumb down over his lips with a gentle, playful smile, his facial hair tickling against her skin. <br><br>“I’m sure there will be plenty more moments that taste like dirt and soot in this place, but maybe we can be each other’s oxygen.”<br><br>Her hand fell away and for a few heartbeats there was silence. A tiny voice of insecurity tickled its way into the back of her mind as he sat back up. It had felt like a wildly familiar thing to say to a man she’d just met..and yet, she couldn’t stop smiling. <br><br>Even as he sat back up and she let her free hand sink into the softness of her pillow she was still smiling. The moment hadn’t fully passed, but it had changed. <br><br>“I hope they did.”<br><br>She hoped a lot of things. Some small and others profound, but none were quite so immediate as her desire to enjoy what was left of the sunrise in good company.<br><br>“But it would have been better if I had been there with you.”<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 01:24:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sexy little number as pictured, sans hat. &nbsp;(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/WarlikeMilkyCony-size_restricted.gif)Black sandals.<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace | Open<br><br><br><hr><br>She laughed at mention of the turd cupcake and shrugged. Working with a bunch of roughneck men made her more or less immune to the gross factor of shit jokes. <br><br>“That’s awesome, I’m really excited it went well.” <br><br>At mention of her own shit Delaney groaned and reached for another bite of her sandwich for good measure. There was a part of her that wasn’t prepared to take her own good advice, though she supposed if Grace could do it with such poise and good humor so could she. <br><br>“Yeah, you’re right.” <br><br>It was definitely a concession, and a mildly self deprecating one at that. <br><br>“I was thinking I might go check on Devon in order to avoid it a bit longer.” she laughed softly, Devon had had a hell of a time of it and she couldn’t think of anyone more deserving of half of a cupcake. <br><br>Because chocolate solved all sorts of woes. <br><br>“But after that I promise to be a mature, well-adjusted adult and come find you so we can gossip about my failings as a romantic partner? And also how terrible men are.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 02:02:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fUo5lt0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | after midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> grassy area at the far edge of the Infinity Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon(Capone) | in the Villa there is no hiding<br><em><strong>Mood</strong></em>:&nbsp; turning an American into a Viking<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GlZeR2L.jpg)</div> It was really nice having someone listening to you. Someone other than the invisible people in the outer world on the other side of the cameras that is. He didn't try to interject or run over her words. He didn't try to tell her everything was okay or try to make it all better. He was just listening and it felt so good. <br><br><em>Devon's eyebrows rose, and his soft smile became a huge grin. Then his shoulders began to shake, and soon his head was cast downwards. He chuckled, his deep voice coming out in bursts.</em><br><br>&nbsp;What was he laughing about? At first she wasn't sure if she had something funny or maybe it was just the situation. But he was not laughing at her when she asked about braiding his hair. It wasn't a laugh so much at her as with her or about something else. He confirmed the something else when he got up and talked directly to one of the seventy two different cameras hidden around the villa. And it was pleasantly surprising when he sat down&nbsp; beside her with his back facing her direction to obviously offer up his hair for the braiding. <br><br>Elsa was giggling or maybe it was more of a chuckle at the one sided conversation Devon was having with his friend Lezzy back home. Elsa got up behind him, her blanket dropping away so she could sit behind his back. She placed a hand gently on his shoulder to let him know that she was there as she slid it across his back and into his hair. Slowly she began to run her fingers through it, running them down along his scalp and gathering up the hair bit by bit placing some of it over his opposite shoulder and taking a large bunch to turn it into a quick top knot. <br><br><strong>"You're friends may call you a hipster when they see this,"</strong> Elsa said as she patted his back a couple times and fixed the top knot. <strong>"I'm just loosely tying a knot on top of your head to hold the hair out of the way. I don't know who this Hanson is but they must have really nice hair like yours."</strong> She pulled bit of the hair together in behind his ear. <strong>"I'm going to test a little piece back here. I won't go to crazy but we could use like a five piece dutch style french braid on the top and pull them back into a top knot but let it hand down the back all bundled together. It's very Ragnar Lothbrok if you know the Vikings show. But that look is much better if you shave both sides of your hair and add in some runes for tattoos but that's going really far."</strong> She reached around the front of Devon's face and lightly ran the back of her finger along the front part of his jawline. <strong>"Besides you don't have the beard to pull it off. So we'll just do some along the side and you can hide them if you want."</strong> She was a bit timid about going to wild on his hair, this many braids could take awhile to get undone and his hair would be curly for a day if he left it in for any length of time. <br><br>As she tied his hair into intricate twists, all braided up she said, <strong>"You know I have a small confession to make. There is no direct evidence that vikings used braids of any kind. I mean I'm sure they probably did because they certainly grew their hair long and some would have. We just don't know for sure if it was a common thing or not."</strong> Lowering her voice conspiratorially again she said, <strong>"We just don't care because it looks badass and who doesn't like looking like a warrior, right? I often put large braids into mine before competitions."</strong> She leaned her head around his and look at this face, her face was close to his. <strong>"Did I mention that I compete in Crossfit games? Not important. It just helps the story make more sense. Of my braids that is. Anyways, I started competing seriously in my late teens and won the female Crossfit title for under eighteen back home. Started competing internationally after that. There are some seriously badass women out there. I'm to small and not enough upper body strength to ever make it to the top ten internationally but I love the competition and always trying to better myself. When I'm out there competing or locked in and training, it feels good to leave it all out there and give every once of yourself to it. Plus it keeps me strong and healthy. For here I put my profession down as personal trainer for the entrance because it's a little hard to describe my actual profession without writing an essay. We are a community though and train each other so I've learned a lot about conditioning and strength training over the years. I own a couple small gyms now, sort of had to build them to meet my training needs really. Plus I do have the physical trainer certifications, so I guess it's fair to say that as a job title if needed. I prefer to think of myself as an athlete."</strong><br><br>Elsa leaned in against his shoulder looking around at his face again, <strong>"So how about you, why are you on Love Island? You hardly seem the type. What do you want out of this place?" </strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 02:02:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hot Tub<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/98/7f/04/987f04b1a9588d62ee52e7e52dac6582.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Open<br><br><br><hr><br>It was too easy to pretend she didn’t care. That was part of her problem. She was good at joking and making the connection, but she wasn’t good at the follow through. At some point there was always this pinnacle moment where she didn’t trust herself to judge the true nature of a man’s intentions. <br><br>Maybe it was a result of past failures. Maybe it was being a self aware woman working in a male dominated industry, and not with the sort of men that loosened their ties and relaxed with a glass of top shelf bourbon at the end of the night. <br><br>They were crass men. They talked about women in the most vulgar possible terms and referred to their partners as their “old ladies”. They drank cheap beer, shot whiskey that might as well have been turpentine, and would have been too drunk and rowdy to care if it was. <br><br>They were also the hardest working people she’d ever met, and maybe the most loyal. Just, not the sort she was hell bent to put her chips in with when it came to romance. <br><br>So when it came to jokes about penicular churros, she laughed. Of course she did...it was funny. But as she took the last bite of said churro and settled back into the warmth of the hot tub, she couldn’t help but wonder. <br><br>He didn’t seem like that man, but was her instinct off?<br><br>She smiled and leaned back against the edge of the hot tub in silence for what must have felt like a long time, just thinking. It would be easy and even comfortable to fall into old habits in this place, but that wasn’t really what this was about. <br><br>“Thank you for indulging me.”<br><br>When she broke the silence her tone was softer and less guarded. At least she hoped it was. <br><br>“I’m sorry things are such a disaster.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 02:45:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f4/b3/97/f4b397b946c2de0f6254bf58c8b96f52.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, Afternoon (post Competition)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-shirt pictured and <strong>Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon, mentioned Grace, Delaney, JJ, Mark<br><hr><br class="clear_left">“Right, mate.&nbsp; 5:45, I’ll see you then.”&nbsp; Corey replied, waiting for Devon to move off before he pushed himself to his feet to head in the same direction.&nbsp; Corey hoped it would be a good night out, or afternoon, whatever.&nbsp; He would not have minded in the least spending a little more time with Grace, but the truth was they were trapped here for a long while, and he didn’t want to burn either of them out with being too clingy.&nbsp; Plus, it's not like the bed would not be waiting for them when he got back.&nbsp; Still, it would have been nice to get her read on his revealed secret.&nbsp; And he one hundred percent wanted to tease her on her own.<br><br>Heading through the Villa, Corey spotted Delaney in the kitchen and was wondering how he should introduce himself when he spotted Grace out by the pool talking to Mark and JJ.&nbsp; At first, Corey felt his temper flaring alarmingly, his hearing completely filled with the pounding of blood racing through his veins, before his good sense finally took over.&nbsp; After that competition, he knew he had nothing to worry about.&nbsp; Right?&nbsp; Right.&nbsp; He knew it.&nbsp; He imagined this was something else.&nbsp; Maybe she was clearing the air, or maybe...what?&nbsp; Maybe she was advocating for Delaney, or the other single girls.&nbsp; Whatever it was, Corey simply decided he would have to trust Grace on this, not insert himself where it wasn’t necessary.<br><br>Smiling slightly Delaney’s way, although he was not sure she even saw him, Corey headed back for the bedrooms, deciding that maybe instead of more pool time he would grab a quick nap. After all, it could be a long night!&nbsp; Reaching the bed, Corey kicked off his trainers and lay back on the cool sheets before closing his eyes and trying desperately to turn his brain off.<br><br><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 03:17:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/KTwOo8F.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | A little after 6 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Living Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same shirt in pic, simple jeans and Adidas slip-ons (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQBjLq6UVYQcYAGUdYBx8V6xXXHmw6FYAZ2IEC7dmpU-RNAUa7U)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> River | Open<br><br><hr><br>Logan had just been on his way to the kitchen when he heard the doorbell ring. He paused mid-stride to stare in wonderment at the direction of the villa’s main door. Was Caroline due to stop by already? <br><br>On his way inside, too curious to ignore the door - and definitely too much of an English gentleman to go out of his way to be so rude - Logan remembered the text they’d all gotten from Caroline. Something about another new arrival, no doubt to replace Cleo, who had just left earlier that day. <br><br>Logan pulled the door open and spotted the new arrival, carrying several large pizza boxes. “Ello!” He reached out to offer to take some of the boxes if she needed the help. “Cheesy porn lines, you say? The only one I know is that one that became a meme. ‘Right in front of my salad!?’ Or something.” He chuckled, shaking his head at the weird introduction.<br><br>“I’m Logan. Come on in! What’s your name?” He was prepared to close the door behind her once she stepped further into the villa.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 03:53:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, early...early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside villa - by daybeds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slim legged athletic pants, no shirt,&nbsp; red compression socks and running shoes, red ball cap turned backwards Logo on Front (https://smokejumper.ca/assets/uploads/2016/10/parattack-logo.png) <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Written on back</div><div class="spoiler_body">Crew 7 - Bricks</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>He was worried he had said too much but Delaney had responded in about as positive a way as he could have expected.&nbsp; She touched him.&nbsp; A reassuring touch and it quieted a good deal of how self-conscious he felt at the moment.&nbsp; She offered that they could maybe be each other's oxygen and that prospect seemed altogether intoxicating.&nbsp; She smelled...and looked like a promise.&nbsp; She smiled like a poem.<br><br>She was... a lot to deal with this early in the morning.<br><br><em>“But it would have been better if I had been there with you.”</em><br><br>He reached out and placed his hand atop hers.&nbsp; Feeling a low, warm electric surge course up his arm as he met her eyes and gave her a confident grin.&nbsp; He spoke in a warm, intimate and affectionate tone.<br><br><em>"It definitely would have."</em>&nbsp; He gently squeezed her hand and smoothly stood beside the bed.&nbsp; He gave her an apologetic smile.&nbsp; <em>"Now I have a date that I need to get ready for.&nbsp; What can I tell you is that I am very...very much done with dates and I sincerely hope this is not the last sunrise we share.&nbsp; In fact...I mean to see it isn't.&nbsp; I am so glad I woke you up this morning."</em><br><br>He bit his lower lip as though he wanted to say more...but he also needed to trust in not rushing this.&nbsp; He didn't want to do to her what Elsa had done to him the previous night.<br><br>He gave her another small smile and nodded his head slightly to her before heading into the house.<br><br><div align="center">~Fin~</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 04:56:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JOXZUP3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as Comp picture (https://pics.wikifeet.com/Victoria-Magrath-Feet-3772556.jpg) (Orange swimming costume and jean booty shorts)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney | Devon (for a second) | Corey<br><br><hr><br>“Me as well,” Grace nodded at the sentiment. It felt nice to be able to have a clean slate. Or at least, as much of one as was possible in the given circumstances. <br><br>Delaney decided that instead of facing her shit head on, she’d go inside and check on Devon instead. Grace laughed softly and picked up her sandwich again. “At least you’re being honest about it!” That was the silver lining, right?<br><br>She promised to be a mature adult person later on, and face her shit so that she could then clean it up. “Yours can’t have been anywhere near as bad as mine, for the record. That should instill you with more confidence.” Those silver linings were getting easier to find.<br><br>Grace grinned at Delaney, waving her off as she went. “I’ll meet you later, then.” After she finished her lunch and refilled her water bottle, Grace decided to make a bit of tea. She set two cups on a tray and brought it inside the villa, along with some small bowls.<br><div class="floatright">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/7N7A4273-copy-land-1600x1065.jpg)</div><br>In one bowl was some honey, another bowl had sugar in it, there was another bowl filled with small wedges of lemon, and in a small saucer was a touch of milk. Two napkins rested in the middle, with two small spoons atop them. She brought the tray into the villa and looked around for Corey. On her way in, she spotted Devon and Delaney. <br><br>“Did you two see Corey? He went upstairs, didn’t he? I’ll just go check.” Corey was upstairs, sure enough. Grace reached the top of the stairs and set the tray down on one of the end tables. “Hey, you.” She flashed him a flirty smile. <br><br>“I brought up some tea. Do you want some?” She bit her lower lip as she started shifting some sugar into one teacup. “How do you take it?” Grace carefully mixed up her cup, followed by his cup.<br><br>She picked up both cups and walked to the bed, handing him his and holding onto her own. Instead of joining him just yet, she stood in front of him. “I can’t rest in my swimming costume,” she muttered, before sipping a bit of her tea. <br><br>With a coy smile on her face, she set her teacup down and stood straight again, unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts, her hips wiggled until the booty shorts slipped down her long, lean legs. She stepped out of them and then reached for the end of the puffy blanket to cover herself.<br><br>While hidden with the comforter, she slid the straps of her bathing suit off, then tugged it down the rest of the way, kicking it aside with her heeled foot, before slipping into the sheets. She swam through them and popped up beside Corey, finding her pillow and sighing contentedly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 05:50:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7b/156698940925441015.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Dinner time | Heading to bed<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture | Baggy T-shirt (https://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/newpix/2018/06/05/21/4CF148C300000578-5809533-image-a-131_1528228835898.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br>“You didn’t have to answer,” Grace teased Corey, laughing while her fingers swiped carefully at her lashes. He tried to save face a moment later by giving possible alternative reasons for her tearing up. “Right!” She agreed, a smile still in place. <br><br>Corey mentioned the possibility that others were likely to follow suit if he streaked and jumped into the pool. While it would make for good viewing, Grace wrinkled her nose at the idea of seeing everybody in their birthday suits. “Right, best to keep some things private.” <br><br>The kiss that she shared with him a moment later was her way of thanking him for his words, for his attention, and for his effortless ability to cheer her right up again. Grace figured she could have simply thanked him. Or she could have shown him how thankful she was. The latter seemed much more appropriate. <br><br>With his taste still latched onto her lips, Grace mentioned dinner, only just barely managing to keep herself from slipping into his lap and snogging him even more. Yet, after that kiss, something told her neither of them were all that hungry.<br><br>She smirked as Corey seemed to need a moment to gather his thoughts, and then again when he seemed to need a minute before he could stand. He offered to take the platter and leftovers back to the kitchen. “How kind of you. I’ll just pop into the kitchen and grab us something to eat.”<br><br>Grace went to the kitchen, collected a plate and tossed some things atop it without really thinking much of it, then headed inside, hoping Corey was close behind. She set the plate down on their bedside table after reaching the bedroom and popped into the bathroom to change. <br><br>Instead of a pajama set, this time she decided to simply wear a simple unicorn T-shirt… and nothing else. Grace smiled at her reflection, still feeling the remnants of excitement from a few moments earlier and knew that tonight she’d be trying to get a bit closer to Corey, under the sheets.<br><br>Heading back to the bedroom, she was quick to dive into their bed and cover herself up, sitting up and scrolling through her phone with the comforter over her, as had become a habit of hers, while she waited for Corey to join her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 15:51:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://proofs.space-us-standard.s3.amazonaws.com/media_folder/plutino/MODELS/INFLUENCERS-uw/Josh%20Mario%20John-dx/PROFILE-yy/PREVIEW-bp/_images1/Josh+Mario+John+1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, 18:00<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">T-shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/8174-xrHQxL._UX679_.jpg)</div></div> , well-worn jeans, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Socks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ik.imagekit.io/overdose/3wisemen/catalog/product/cache/4/small_image/265x320/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/x/sx-101913_white.jpg)</div></div> , <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0046/5548/0950/products/STEVEMADDEN-CASUAL_ZENO_BLUE-FABRIC_grande.jpg?v=1549480015)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, River, Logan<br><br><br><hr><br>He'd just read the text when he heard the doorbell ring.&nbsp; His eyebrows lifting speculatively as he made his way through the villa, only to pause as he took note that Logan had gotten to the door first.&nbsp; Shocker that.&nbsp; Logan is the first guy to meet the new girl.<br><br>But he supposed that Logan was also the first and only person to greet him when he arrived so maybe he should cut the guy some slack?&nbsp; He didn't want to make things awkward...so he figured the best way to not make things awkward was to...not be awkward?&nbsp; <br><br>Pizza delivery in heels is an excellent way to arrive, he surmised.<br><br>He approached from the side, putting River somewhat between himself and Logan.&nbsp; He lifted his chin slightly in greeting and acknowledgement of Logan before turning his attention to River and giving the attractive brunette a smile.<br><br>He spoke in a low tone.&nbsp; <em>"Hey, I'm Mark.&nbsp; Welcome!"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 16:52:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/vQiVZTx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>River Silk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15025750#msg15025750)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Omni<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Topeka, Kansas<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, 3 July 2019, just after 6:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured, Black/Clear Platform Heels, Carrying Pizza Boxes!<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan, Mark, Open!<br><br><hr><br>"Hey boys!" River purred as she strutted in the open door. "Brought you something hot that you need." She cocked her hips and fixed Logan with a flirtatious grin. Then after a beat smiled and admitted, "You opened the door pretty fast it's the best I could come up with." She grinned at him playfully. <br><br>"Oh thank god." She sighed in relief as he took several of the boxes form her. "They lifted those up there and put them on my shoulder I'd drop all of them if I tried to put it down myself." She seemed genuinely quite relieved. "Mmmm first guy I meet has manners. Good sign." Manners, and a cute as hell accent. He sort of had a young Hugh Grant thing going, which River wasn't about to complain about. She gave him a quick up and down with her eyes, liking what she saw. "Hey Logan." She said, fluttering her lashes at him just ever so much more than normal. <br><br>And then another guy joined, River gave him a smile. She had been about to lower the boxes she was still carrying to hold in front of her, but no that would obstruct the view of her fabulous, if she did say so herself, body and she found herself very much wanting Mark's view of this not to be impeded. She wasn't sure if he was a hipster or a mountain man and it seemed like finding out would be fun. <br><br>"Hey Mark." She said with a flirty tone in her voice and a slight sway of her hips. <br><br>She strutted over to the kitchen counter and put her pizza boxes down, her rather unnecessarily high platform heels doing quite a lot of work in the process as her hips swung and her ass looked fantastic as she bent over to put the boxes down. She turned to face them both, hand on a hip now. "I'm River." She grinned at them. "And I came all the way from Hollywood to live out my wild dreams of being a pizza delivery girl." <br><br>"Oh, and you know, Love Island and all that." She added with a laugh. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 16:53:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, 23:30<br><strong>Location:</strong> @ the hot tub<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black boxer briefs - everything else removed <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">T-shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/8174-xrHQxL._UX679_.jpg)</div></div> , well-worn jeans, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Socks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ik.imagekit.io/overdose/3wisemen/catalog/product/cache/4/small_image/265x320/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/x/sx-101913_white.jpg)</div></div> , <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0046/5548/0950/products/STEVEMADDEN-CASUAL_ZENO_BLUE-FABRIC_grande.jpg?v=1549480015)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>She laughed.&nbsp; It was like a pressure valve for the current situation.&nbsp; He had tried to explain things.&nbsp; She didn't seem to judge him on it.&nbsp; The truth of it was that it felt like she had already made up her mind prior to him coming back from the bar.&nbsp; It might just be a defence mechanism she had created.&nbsp; It would not come as a surprise to him that she had a multitude of men and boys alike pursuing due to her field of work.&nbsp; He suspected the attempts to woo her ranged from wildly impressive all the way to unpleasant and generally damning for his gender.&nbsp; Bringing her churros in Majorca was probably nestled in nicely at the mid-point on that scale.<br><br>He was not unique.&nbsp; Certainly not to her.&nbsp; No doubt she dated a couple...or a number of guys like him so that their sunrise talk and what he had felt was a genuine connection had been efficiently set aside by her so she could focus on Logan was...well...also not a surprise.<br><br>He had just told her all kinds of things and she had made it wildly clear to him where he stood.&nbsp; So he needed to handle all of it with some grace.<br><br>Earlier in the day, during the sunrise talk she had reached out to him unsolicited and touched him.&nbsp; It was an intimate, affectionate touch that had mirrored the intimacy and affection that had blossomed during their conversation.&nbsp; While he had been resolutely friend-zoned he hoped that touching her wouldn't pose a problem.<br><br>To make sure he had her attention, his hand found hers atop the edge of the hot tub.&nbsp; His fingers laced with her own...more out of reflex than any other reason.&nbsp; At least that's what he was telling himself.&nbsp; He gave her a small laugh and a supportive smile.<br><br><em>"Right...so you don't need to apologize for how you feel.&nbsp; You're not making this a disaster.&nbsp; The reoccurring theme in all of the disasters here...is me.&nbsp; So, you're golden."</em>&nbsp; He squeezed her hand gently.&nbsp; <em>"You're into Logan and that's not something you should feel bad about.&nbsp; Honestly...you made a connection that you want to pursue.&nbsp; That's something you should feel good about."</em><br><br>His hand slipped free from hers and without any fanfare he smoothly lifted himself out of the hot tub.&nbsp; A large towel was slung around his hips and he crouched down at the edge of the hot tub and rested his hand on her forearm.&nbsp; <em>"Also...what if everything that is happening is exactly what's supposed to happen for things to work out great for you?"</em>&nbsp; He lifted his eyebrows speculatively and gave her a small, confident smile.<br><br>He stood once more and looked down at her from where he stood.&nbsp; <em>"I really hope we get to talk more, Delaney."</em> Nodding his head once in a slight, sharp motion as if to confirm what he said and headed back into the villa.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 18:11:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://proofs.space-us-standard.s3.amazonaws.com/media_folder/plutino/MODELS/INFLUENCERS-uw/Josh%20Mario%20John-dx/PROFILE-yy/PREVIEW-bp/_images1/Josh+Mario+John+1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, 18:00<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">T-shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/8174-xrHQxL._UX679_.jpg)</div></div> , well-worn jeans, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Socks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ik.imagekit.io/overdose/3wisemen/catalog/product/cache/4/small_image/265x320/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/x/sx-101913_white.jpg)</div></div> , <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0046/5548/0950/products/STEVEMADDEN-CASUAL_ZENO_BLUE-FABRIC_grande.jpg?v=1549480015)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, River, Logan<br><br><br><hr><br>He supposed her parents went with River because Tidal Wave might have been a little too on the nose.&nbsp; It seemed like River had one speed&nbsp; and her presence was welcome in the villa.&nbsp; She was a breath of fresh air after the morning's antics and it didn't hurt that she brought pizza.<br><br>It also didn't hurt that she knew how to walk.&nbsp; So much so that he needed to work to tear his eyes off of the sway of her hips, looking to Logan and giving the guy a wide-eyed look before letting his gaze move back to River.&nbsp; Relieved that she had turned to face them, listening to her tell them where she's from.&nbsp; <br><br>Central casting had fun with this one...he mused to himself<br><br>He approached and settled onto one of the stools, putting the counter between himself and River as he gave her a grin.<br><br><em>"I think you managed to nail the delivery part."</em> , he lifted his chin to her in acknowledgement for a moment as he continued. <em>"I've been doing the California thing as well for the last six months.&nbsp; You from there?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 19:09:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.tvovermind.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/zach-gilford-640x428.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Harding (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004164#msg15004164)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight <br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stilwater, MN, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3. July 2019| Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside Villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What you see in the pic (http://Outfit URL)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Gwen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gwen<br><hr><br>The one thing James wasn't expecting as he walked out of the Diary room was to be wrapped up in a hug, looking down he was both surprised and not surprised at the same time to see it was Gwen. <strong>"James... are you okay?"</strong> she asked him to which he put on a fake smile towards her and hugged her back, while the back of his head berated him for doing so. "I'm fine, don't worry." of course that didn't work, it never does with a woman like her. <strong>“You wanna go upstairs and talk? Or we can stay down here on the couch if you would feel better doing so.”</strong> James smiled ruefully this time and nodded "yeah let's go grab a couch, somewhere private, well as private as you can get here anyway, there's something I need to tell you."<br><br>A couple of minutes later as they sat on a couch in a room of the villa that, at the moment didn't seem to have many people wandering by, apart from the crew but they were inescapable. "Listen, Gwen, there's something about me and my past I haven't told you, haven't told anyone here, and I don't really know what this is between us, but you deserve to know." he paused, looking at her trying to gauge her reaction so far. "I was married, not so long ago, she... passed... a couple months ago, cancer, terminal, she had it when we met, but we decided that whatever time we had together was worth it, and well remission is always possible, no matter what the doctors say." He started haltingly, trying to find the words to convey the meaning behind them, but as he continued it came out in almost a rush, clearly keeping this hidden from Gwen was doing as much damage as his thoughts about their relationship. "and well, I came on this show to try to promote my books, and some of my buds kinda forced me on to try and like, move on you know? and I don't know what this is between us but I feel like I'm betraying her, and that I'm betraying you, and that I'm leading you on, but I also really like you and you're a wonderful woman, and certainly the one that is making these last couple days enjoyable." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 19:23:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://alchetron.com/cdn/jemima-west-ac84ac5c-dda8-4ab0-8144-378a95db251-resize-750.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samantha Jeuil (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15005952#msg15005952)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Perth, Australiia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3, July 2019| Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fae01.alicdn.com%2Fkf%2FHTB1L7cHPpXXXXaWapXXq6xXFXXXz%2FBLESSKISS-High-Neck-Bikini-Women-Swimwear-2018-Hot-Printed-Green-Leaf-Bandage-Swimsuit-Bikini-Set-Bathing.jpg&amp;f=1&amp;nofb=1)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody Apparently&nbsp; ???<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark, Gwen<br><hr><br>Sam was enjoying her time floating around, her usual busy and hectic life often didn't allow her to enjoy some of the finer things of living in Oz, and the companionship of Gwen was proving to be quite nice as well. She was lying back with her eyes closed when she sensed a shadow pass over the sun above her, peeking her eyes open she spotted Mark beginning to dangle his feet in the water "Oi Paul Bunyan, how's it hanging?" she called out in greeting. Shaking her head as he spoke to them "N'warries mate, just playing the game yeah? mebbe got a bit carried away but now you certainly wont be doing that again, nice fucking with big britches, that was almost too funny." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 19:51:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0247/5709/files/1_42d3d81c-3ba9-414c-87f1-67d59d827d4b_large.jpg?10924513498398918076)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Swim Shorts</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn11.bigcommerce.com/s-6ehfk/images/stencil/original/products/8115/24103/Addicted-Mesh-Rainbow-Swim-Short-ADS178-01-White-F__38252.1560732424.jpg?c=2?c=2&amp;imbypass=on&amp;imbypass=on)</div></div> , red compression socks and running shoes<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sam, Gwen, Open<br><br><br><hr><br>See.&nbsp; "Oi Paul Bunyan" was approximately a hundred times better than "Hey!&nbsp; Sons of Anarchy!"&nbsp; Paul Bunyan is badass.&nbsp; If he was back home, it would be Big Joe Mufferaw...which was basically the same thing as Paul Bunyan but cooler, more charming and Canadian...er.&nbsp; Paul Bunyan just has a better marketing team.<br><br>He slipped into the pool even as he laughed, slipping beneath the surface only to rise from it once more.&nbsp; Water streaming from him as he offered a grin to Sam.<br><br><em>"The problem with almost too funny is that it's not actually funny.&nbsp; I need to work on my follow through."</em><br><br>He slipped into a smooth, swimming motion as he circled the two girls before pausing to speak once more.<br><br><em>"So Sam.&nbsp; I've been told you have a soft spot for Corey.&nbsp; You need a better strategy because that kid is locked down and the choosing is rolling up fast."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 23:18:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/VpwV62M/devon-daniels-5-crop.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> July 3rd, 2019 | After Midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard, Grassy Edge of the Infinity Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A pair of blue plaid boxer shorts<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>Cleo Balleta</del> Erm, no one, apparently<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><hr><br>"Nooo, not the manbun!" Devon quietly joked as Elsa piled his hair atop a head. His eyebrows then rose as she noted her never having heard of Hanson, but before he could comment on her fortune she was discussing how she wanted to braid his hair. His eyebrows raised as she detailed all kinds of things he wasn't even certain how to visualize, save for Ragnar Lothbrok. He hadn't watched the show recently, but he was certainly familiar with Vikings. He was also familiar with how badly Lezzy's other half, Monica, wanted Ragnar Lothbrok to take his axe to her slit. Nonetheless, Devon was a bit surprised to feel Elsa's finger caressing his jaw line. He didn't jump, though. Instead, he felt himself relaxing into the soft caress, his smile growing just a bit more from the feel of it.<br><br>As her fingers began to work and tug on the strands of his hair, he closed his eyes, simply enjoying the feeling of a woman's fingers in his scalp and combing through the locks. He rose his eyebrows once more as she brought up a confession, and for a moment he was worried she was going to say something awful about the competition or the show. Worst would have been if she had something to say about his secret. Instead, she began to just spill out all kinds of information regarding what they <em>didn't</em> know about vikings, and Devon's grin returned.<br><br>He hoped that she was feeling better, because if this was a mask then she was painfully good at hiding her true emotions. It was interesting to compare Elsa to the talkative girls that had a tendency to come to the bar, most of them so focused on the ego, themselves, and desperately trying to impress others. The blonde instead to simply be more comfortable vocalizing her thoughts as they ran through her mind, keeping little to herself, and even sharing what random knowledge popped into her head. One might call it disarming, but for Devon, he was willingly lowering his guard. It was hard to feel self-conscious around someone that was just so freely themselves.<br><br>Her sudden shift in position, her face looking to his, <em>did</em> startle him slightly, but not too noticeably that she'd have caught on. He opened his mouth to answer her question about Crossfit -- not that it mattered, since if she'd mentioned it she had done so with Red while he wasn't paying attention -- but before he could she was back to work on his hair. He smiled and chuckled, listening to her relate her experience... okay, <em>now</em> she was talking about herself, but she wasn't a braggart. So once more he returned to bartender mode, closing his eyes once more as his senses instead focused on her fingers and her voice.<br><br>This time he felt her weight shift, her eyes looking into his. And here it was. The big question of why he was here.<br><br>Suddenly he felt his stomach sink, though he wasn't really sure why at first. He'd already explained it to others, right?<br><br>"Those two questions have very different answers," he smiled at her. "I'm here because I lost a bet. A former contestant came into the bar and tried to make a big deal about her flash-in-the-pan experience on a reality TV show, and I wasn't having none of it." He looked forward again, recalling the night. "She wasn't one to back down from a challenge, though. Came back at me all smiles, and finally made a bet. If she beat me at a game of pool, then she and the rest of the bar would immediately begin working on my application. But if <em>I</em> won-"<br><br>He paused, the smile suddenly fading. That's why his stomach sank. Back home, with people that knew him, it seemed harmless. Yet he recalled the look on Elsa's face when Mark's secret had been revealed, and... well, he wasn't sure quite what this girl's values were. She was quite flirtatious, and she certainly dressed sexily, but suddenly, in this environment, in this situation, he felt... trashy. There was also the matter of his secret, and how his bet seemed to completely contradict what his secret said of his character.<br><br>Devon let out a sudden huff of breath. He'd have to have a heart-to-heart with himself to figure out why he'd agreed to the bet anyway. What made it seem like such a good idea at the time.<br><br>"Anyway, I lost, clearly," he said, slipping the smile back onto his face. "As to what I want out of this place?" His eyes scanned his surroundings of the Villa. The pool, the bedding, the building itself and all that it contained, those who slumbered inside. "Well, I had it in my head I was just going to be the counter-culture contrarian, having a good time and refusing to play this place's game, but now... I dunno. This morning kind of did a number on me, ya know?" He chewed on his lower lip as his eyes turned to the stars above. "Cleo asked me about looking for my Cinderella here on the first night, and I went into a tangent about how you don't <em>find</em> love, it just happens. I've been skeptical about it, but now I kind of feel like papa bear to Corey and Grace, I guess. They seem like such good kids, too good for the grinder this show's about to put them through."<br><br>He gave another heavy sigh, his head suddenly turning to his lap. "I mean, I guess that's what pisses me off about this place right now. It's all talk talk talk talk talk about finding love, but with that cash incentive and the elimination angle they're going to do their best to try and tear a couple like Corey and Grace apart, right?" His arms suddenly brought his knees closer to his chest. "This isn't a show about love, it's a show about heart break, and that just..."<br><br>His mind flashed back to that image of her through the crack in the doorway, topless, watching the serpentine manner in which her spine writhed as her palm pressed to her headboard, his bandmate's fingers caressing her waist, down to her hips...<br><br>"It's bullshit to <em>make</em> people feel that when you're luring them in with promises of love, ya know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 23:37:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/KTwOo8F.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | A little after 6 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Living Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same shirt in pic, simple jeans and Adidas slip-ons (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQBjLq6UVYQcYAGUdYBx8V6xXXHmw6FYAZ2IEC7dmpU-RNAUa7U)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> River | Mark | Open<br><br><hr><br>Mark was quick to make himself known, interjecting where he could to give his name to the new arrival. Logan merely smirked. Interesting how they continued to find themselves swarming the same girl yet again. Three for three, wasn’t it? But this time, Logan wasn’t biting at the bait. If Mark wanted to chat up the pizza delivery girl, he’d get out of the lumberjack’s hair. <br><br>River waltzed in, greeting the lot of them as if stepping onto the set of her own personal show. She found her own spotlight. At least, that was the impression Logan got. Perhaps River was used to the cameras. Or maybe she was just a bit of an attention seeker. Either way, she certainly seemed like loads of fun. A great addition to the cast, to be sure.<br><br>Logan chuckled at River’s porny pick-up line, but laughed when she expressed she hadn’t been given enough time to prepare. “I can only imagine how good it would’ve been otherwise,” he surmised. After being dubbed Mr. Good Manners, Logan kept his hand outstretched, grinning and offering to help. Even though she seemed super relieved by the offer, River was more focused on introductions.<br><br>She gave him a proper hello, then got distracted by Mark when he approached. River greeted him, then walked through the living room and out the patio door, to the outdoor kitchen. Logan chuckled as Mark followed right after her, watching as she bent over and made a show of placing the pizza boxes down on the counter. <br><br>Logan leaned out of the door just far enough to watch them for another moment. She gave her name and a little tagline and everything. Mark was all over her and Logan honestly had no interest in standing anywhere near the guy for longer than he had to. “Pleasure to meet you, River.” He walked over to one of the boxes, opened the lid and grabbed a slice. <br><br>“Thanks for the pizza!” He tipped the pizza upward like a toast, then took off to enjoy it elsewhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>12-09-2019, 00:59:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fUo5lt0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | after midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> grassy area at the far edge of the Infinity Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon(Capone) | in the Villa there is no hiding<br><em><strong>Mood</strong></em>:&nbsp; time for some Swedish folk culture<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GlZeR2L.jpg)</div> Gently tugging and separating hair, Elsa listened to Devon talk. He wasn't fully opening up but he was scratching at the surface and that was pretty good. He seemed genuine if not a little guarded but that was okay and to be expected, she was a stranger after all. She certainly hadn't totally opened up to him. Her fingers danced around on his scalp, pulling back in a little bunch of hair, folding it forward then plating another layer over and tucking it between her fingers before repeating this process again and again with multiple layers. She left it all just a bit loose, braided in a more classical rough style with the rope tight but the scalp loose and the ends left undone. <br><br><strong>"Clearly you lost,"</strong> Elsa said echoing his sentiments with a little playful sarcasm to her tone as he talked. She snickered a little and continued the braiding. By now she was slowly beginning to adjust his man bun and tie the top into a larger braid letting the remainder of his hair fall loose for the moment. Each rope began looser than needed. She wanted him to be able to get it all out easily if he wished but she tied the rope tight so it would hold in place. It mentally tickled her, she grinned, because his hair was so agreeable to work with due to it's near perfect straightness. Much easier than her brothers.<br><br><strong>"I think you're right about the meat grinder this show is. But I wouldn't worry to much about the others. I mean we all know what we are getting into. I would have dreaded being the first cast to ever be on the show and have no idea what to expect other than the producers vague outline."</strong> Elsa rubbed his back a bit. <strong>"Grace is a lot tougher than she looks and I'm sure Corey has a lot more to him than just a sweet boyish grin. He is so adorable though, right? I just want to snuggle him and make him my little brother or something. Even though he's probably my age but whatever."</strong><br><br>Elsa fingers were deft and moved swiftly having braided her own and her brothers hair more times than she could count. <strong>"I think you're right though. You don't find love. It just happens. But it can't happen unless you open the gates and put yourself out there. Of course, I feel like you already know that. Most people do, just not everyone is as willing to do it. I certainly can't make any claims. If you remember my secret, I didn't even have a serious boyfriend until a few years ago. Some would question if I've ever had a serious relationship."</strong> Elsa laughed at herself but her arms slid around Devon from behind and she gave him a hug. <strong>"Hope this is okay. I sort of needed this. so, thank you.</strong>" The truth was, she did need a hug but she half felt like maybe he could use one too. After all, she had thought since earlier in the day and hearing him sing that he needed it. Might as well share a the hug she needed with the hug he needed. Elsa was economical in that sort of way.<br><br>Elsa whispered in his ear, <strong>"Seems as good a time as any. I have a Swedish folk song for you. Now be warned you brought this on yourself, you did say you wanted to hear me sing."</strong> As long as he didn't remove her arms she'd sing to him with her arms wrapped around him, one arm snaked around his waist and the other draped over his shoulder and across his chest. The gently rise and fall of her chest pressing against his back with each breath, her warm body pressed against his, and lips close to his ear.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">softly singing in his ear... Herr Mannelig</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>♫ Bittida en morgon innan solen upprann<br>Bergatroliet friade till fager ungersven<br>Innan foglarna brjade sjunga<br>Hon hade en falskeliger tunga ♫<br><br>♫ Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig<br>Fr det jag bjuder s gerna<br>Om i viljen eller ej<br>I kunnen vl svara endast ja eller nej ♫<br><br>♫ Eder vill jag gifva de gngare tolf<br>Som g uti rosendelunde<br>Aldrig har det varit ngon sadel upp dem<br>Ej heller betsel uti munnen ♫<br><br>♫ Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig<br>Fr det jag bjuder s gerna<br>Om i viljen eller ej<br>I kunnen vl svara endast ja eller nej ♫<br><br>♫ Eder vill jag gifva de qvarnarna tolf<br>Som st mellan Till och Tern<br>Stenarna de ro af rdaste gull<br>Och hjulen silfverbeslagna ♫<br><br>♫ Eder vill jag gifva frgyllande svrd<br>Som klingar utaf femton guldringar<br>Och strida huru I strida vill<br>Stridplatsen skolen i vl vinna ♫<br><br>♫ Eder vill gifva en skjorta s ny<br>den bsta I lysten att slita<br>Inte r hon smnad av nl eller tr<br>Men virkat… ♫ <br><br>♫ Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig<br>Fr det jag bjuder s gerna<br>Om i viljen eller ej<br>I kunnen vl svara endast ja eller nej ♫</em> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpXqSaWQqVo)</div></div><br><br>When she was done she'd rest her chin on his shoulder if he hadn't pushed her away, either way she'd still have sung the song to him if possible. <br><br><strong>"It's the story of a troll girl trying to propose to a handsome young man. The song has many meanings and slightly different retelling depending on who's singing it and what era the version is from. I like to think that it's a Cinderella story. If he accepts her proposal he'll find love and she'll become the beautiful princess that she truly is. But it will take his love to see below the surface of her troll like exterior.... I don't know it's silly I suppose. But what you said reminded me of it. Except she's the Cinderella putting herself out there in desperation and risking getting her heart broken to break the curse... That's not really what the song says. In fact, she basically stalks him and he refuses but she is trying to break the curse of loneliness."</strong> Elsa let out a little chuckle as she let go of Devon if needed and sat back a bit. <strong>"I prefer my version better. Especially if I can add in a happy ending. Sad endings suck. Real life has enough sad endings. I don't need my stories to have them too."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>12-09-2019, 04:11:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | 6pm'ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa kitchen | eating area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> River | Mark(mentioning) | Grace(pending) | Delaney(pending) | Open... no where to hide in the Love Island Maximum Security Prison<br><strong>Mood</strong>:&nbsp; Halsey - Bad at Love (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdYFuCp3m9k)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(http://i1.cdnds.net/15/23/618x412/uktv-love-island-villa-03.jpg)</div>Moth to the flame. Elsa was lounging poolside when the doorbell rang. Just as the text said, pizza and a delivery girl. Elsa removed her sunglasses and watched the delivery ensue with puppies in tow. Mark was following and Logan was right along. It was always an awkward time when a new arrival came to the villa, it meant new competition. Given how things had been going so far Elsa was not in a great headspace but hey, it wasn't the new girls fault. Time to greet with a smile and most importantly, pick up the Za.<br><br>Transitioning to the upright position, Elsa smoothly stood up, pulled her swimsuit out of her ass cheeks and made her way towards the aroma. She passed around behind the kitchen counter, scooping a plate in a swift motion then dove into one of the pizza boxes. She opened a few up, looking to see what was to be samples.<br><br>Elsa smiled at River, <strong>"Hello and welcome to the villa. I'm Elsa. Thanks for bringing the Za."</strong> Her head dipped back down to look in a box and she grinned excitedly, scooping up a couple slices of veggie pizza. <strong>"Oh, yum, veggie." </strong>It had to much cheese on it but today she didn't care. It wouldn't be half as bad as the mountain of candy she ate for lunch. Elsa did her best not to make eye contact with Mark but if it happened, she'd smile and give him a polite nod. No point in being unfriendly she figured. We all have to live together in the villa. Her, the slices of pizza on her plate, and the water bottle in tow all made their way to the table where the cast ate. She took a seat on the side but at the end again. <br><br>Emulating the New York pizza fold (https://slice.seriouseats.com/images/20100714-foldhold-full-lede.jpg), Elsa began the delicious task of shoving food into her pizza hole heedless of the dripping cheese grease or potential saucy disaster.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>12-09-2019, 07:43:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/vQiVZTx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>River Silk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15025750#msg15025750)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Omni<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Topeka, Kansas<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, 3 July 2019, just after 6:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured, Black/Clear Platform Heels<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan, Mark, Elsa, Open!<br><br><hr><br>River grinned in response to Mark's question, bending over so that she was leaning with her elbows on the same island as the pizza. "From there? Pshhhh." She made a dismissive, hand-wave, "Who's ever really from Hollywood?" She said with a smile, as if that totally answered his question. "Where at in California were you?" She asked with a happy grin, looking him in the eyes and giving his answer her full attention.<br><br>She turned her attention back to Logan as he spoke, grinning as she straightened up. "Oh I would have come up with something a-may-zing!" She spoke with her hands, holding her palms out in front and spreading them wide and up as if in awe of her own hypothetical double entendre. She watched a little sad as he took a pizza slice and turned to leave. "Nice to meet," she said, pausing as if hoping he'd turn around and stay, "you?" She seemed caught off guard by this. Had he seen the bulge? Was he freaked out? She'd been told nobody who was going to get too hostile was here but....damn. Maybe it was just something more basic? "I'll come up with a super good porn line for next time I see you?" She called after him with a cheerful, optimistic wave.<br><br>She sighed as she turned around, wondering if it was something she said. Well, there was one source of better information on that than her here.<br><br>She walked around the counter, heels clicking and hips swinging, coming to rest up against it right next to Mark, she smiled at him, standing rather close to his personal space. "Okay so like you've been here this whole time right?" She leaned in close and spoke in a quiet voice so nobody in the next room could hear, "Level with me, does he hate me or is this like, him being a total bro and leaving you alone for the first shot at me?" She didn't seem at all awkward talking about these sorts of 'bro' things.<br><br>As he answered she turned and opened a box, sighing happily at the sight of pepperonis, picking up a slice of her own, "I gotta eat like, half this pizza before one of the girls sees me and they all decide I'm the fat one because I put bread in my mouth once." She said, fully expecting all the girls hot enough to get on this show to have never touched molten cheese in their lives and to look down on her for it. She then laughed and smiled at Mark as she continued, watching his reaction closely as she spoke, "But I mean like, let's be real that's not the worst thing that's gonna go in my - " she paused, blinking. It wasn't because she'd suddenly developed a sense of propriety or decided that the parents council on television content was right or anything. Her eyes were just over Mark's shoulder now, locked on the girl walking in, pizza sitting in her hand completely forgotten. <br><br>Holy fuck. She'd seen pictures just now, but holy fuck, they didn't do this girl half an iota of justice. River's brain completely shut down as her own slow motion strut that she'd been so very proud of when the producers had showed her the cut backstage faded into nothingness next to Elsa's normal walk up. Thankfully the girl seemed more interested in the pizza than noticing that she'd had the effect on River that River was trying to have on everyone else. When she spoke it just got worse. That accent. Goddamn. <br><br>River tried to reply to her introduction only to find out her mouth was still full. Quickly closing it and putting her slice down, wiping her hands with a nearby napkin she swallowed and extended a hand. "I'm River." She said, laughing away her awkwardness. "I um, wow," she said, glancing her up and down. "I'm sorry, like I just cut this totally awesome hype promo about how I'm gonna be the hottest thing here and like, I was totally feeling it and like, wow now I totally feel like an idiot." River's reign as the hottest girl in Love Island, if even only in her own head, had lasted less than five minutes. She laughed, poking fun at herself while complimenting Elsa at the same time.<br><br>"Which one's yours so I know not to bother?" She asked the girl who she had pegged as Scandinavian of some variety. "Or like, so I know who to angle for a three way with." She muttered, glancing about in faux innocence as if she hadn't just said that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>12-09-2019, 17:03:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/VpwV62M/devon-daniels-5-crop.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> July 3rd, 2019 | After Midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard, Grassy Edge of the Infinity Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A pair of blue plaid boxer shorts<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>Cleo Balleta</del> Erm, no one, apparently<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><hr><br>It was strange, Devon had come out here to help cheer Elsa up, and now he'd worked himself into a bit of... rage? Frustration? He wasn't sure. That toxic waste began to contaminate his heart once more, and now it was the Swede's turn to to first listen, but then provide feedback of her own. She didn't necessarily defend the show or its tactics, but she was right in one thing: just about everyone else had come here knowing what they were getting into. Devon was likely the only one that hadn't bothered to watch a single episode beforehand. He just imagined something like The Real World, or Survivor, or even like Ink Master, but with a pseudo-romantic twist to it. He thought he understood due simply to his assumptions, and he certainly didn't come in with high expectations of the others contestants that would be showing up. He'd buck the system, right? Be the rebel, refusing to buy into the drama that the producers would seek to manufacture.<br><br>Man, how stupid that had been.<br><br>He smiled, though, as she spoke positively about Grace and Corey. It was nice to see someone that didn't perceive them as a threat, or at least viewed their pairing in a positive fashion. He quirked his eyebrow, feeling her fingers continue some of their work in his hair though notably distracted as she made reference to her own secret. His mind tried to flash back to that morning, already feeling so long ago... ah, he had actually gotten her secret, but he actually found her to be least likely. He smirked at himself, calculating all the poor judgments he'd had of this contest so far. For some reason he never considered that they'd air his engagement on air, despite it likely being the primary reason he was selected to begin with. He stepped forward for Red and only Red, all because she hinted at possibly having some decent musical taste. She then made a dramatic feint designed for the cameras before choosing a hunkier fellow. He then chose Gwen at the competition as he didn't see Elsa as the sort to have her first sexual experience with another girl in College.<br><br>Not a big list, but enough to cause him to re-evaluate his preconceived notions not just of the game, but the people.<br><br>His eyebrows rose as he suddenly felt her slender arms wrap about him, embracing him lightly.<br><br><strong>"Hope this is okay. I sort of needed this. So, thank you."</strong><br><br>He smiled, and only wished he was in a better position to reciprocate. She rested her chin upon his shoulder, and he felt the slight motions of her cheek and the soft caress of her speech as she announced her intention to sing once more. "Feel free," he said softly, and soon she began to sing a... mournful sounding tune. The melody reminded him of Lord of the Rings, of all things, something one might sing at a funeral, in memory of someone or something. As she sang, feeling the warmth of her body against his back, her breasts pressing against him, he lifted a hand, resting it across her own fingers splayed over his chest. Each word sung tickled against his ear, sending tendrils down his spine, each of his digits seeming to vibrate with subtle pleasure.<br><br>Maybe it was just the moment of it. Two souls in the silent night, bodies pressed together, emotionally raw and vulnerable. In the past he'd have no question regarding his attraction to her. No, this was not love, but he'd always compartmentalized romance away from lust. There was no need to be in love just to enjoy the physical pleasures of someone. Yet he'd learned all too painfully that you could not always compartmentalize the two, and right now his physical attraction was intermingling its roots with... his emotional attraction? Intellectual attraction? How charmed he was by her? Really, feeling so emotionally raw was new for him, and this was probably the worst day and environment to be tempting himself with any sort of physical interaction. This was how people dove head-first into relationships that became a bed of nails (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N__yGuSz7PM). In time, someone in the relationship would be sitting at the bar, heart broken, bleeding their heart onto the counter for someone like Devon to listen to and try and clean up.<br><br>He was swimming in dangerous new waters and there were sharks everywhere. But, for the time being, he was going to see if perhaps Elsa could be his life preserver.<br><br>She finished her story, and he tilted his head to better listen to her explanation of its vocals. He smiled, listening the whole time to what is a bit of a sad story. As she pulled away from him, he turned his body so that he could better face her, and nodded as she inferred a lack of happy endings to her own life.<br><br>He sat there silent a moment, uncertain of what to say at the moment, just looking into her eyes.<br><br>"Thank you for sharing that," he said, smiling. "It was a beautiful song. Funny, though, how I kind of feel like the troll, but..." He shook his head. "Maybe we can discuss that another time." His hand reached forward, brushing some of the blonde locks from her face, allowing him to see the soft features of her cheeks, how brightly her eyes shined... his fingers took hold of her chin, tilting her face up as he leaned forward towards her. He paused, though, not completing the action.<br><br>"I'd like to kiss you," he said, a simple statement of intent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>12-09-2019, 17:34:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hot Tub then Diary Room <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/98/7f/04/987f04b1a9588d62ee52e7e52dac6582.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Open<br><br><br><hr><br>She didn’t pull her hand away but rather squeezed his softly in the brief time before he released his hold. There was warmth in the gesture despite the distance in conversation,unfortunately,&nbsp; it didn’t dissolve the pit in her stomach when he mentioned her connection with Logan. Their conversation earlier had set her on a different path and it should have felt better, but the reality was that this entire situation was just..strange. And she felt foolish. The emotional connections were faster and stronger…maybe they faded more quickly as well, but it was too early to know that for certain. <br><br>Stubbornness stopped her from correcting him. There was a hint of tension in the draw of her lips if he looked closely, but she didn’t say anything. Even as he lifted himself from the hot tub she didn’t say anything. Truthfully, she didn’t know what to say. <br><br>Mark had been kind to her, and they had connected. In a sense she had probably connected more strongly with him than Logan. It felt easier and less uncertain. There were parts of her that came through with him that didn’t with Logan, though she supposed the reverse was also true. Mark was more her type. Rugged, funny, and laser focused when it came to his career. The real one, not modeling. She also suspected he was the sort that believed a man should be certain things, particularly for the people he loved. <br><br>It all went unsaid though she offered him a bit of weathered smile before he left, then lingered in the hot tub until he had gone inside. <br><br><hr><br>Delaney generally kept her own counsel, which was the opposite of how Love Island was supposed to work. This show was the epitome of other people in your business and entitled to having an opinion about it. Islanders. Entire countries full of people. Eventually, in the spirit of this grand adventure, she was also forced to lift herself from the hot tub and make her way inside to spill the proverbial beans rather than simply stewing over them in her own time and way. <br><br>The diary room was occupied, which came as no great surprise. There were fourteen? other people in this villa that felt just as at sea as she did. The diary room was an odd little haven in the chaos and after the utterly fucked up day she’d had, she needed her little sliver of peace. <br><br>She tapped her fingers idly on the wall and waited, the deep, muffled voice inside almost seeming melodic until it paused. There was a short bit of sound that followed before the clearer noise of the door opening drew her attention upward and she found herself face to face with Mark. <br><br>“People have nothing to do in here but talk.” she remarked blithely before brushing past him in the doorway. It wouldn’t be true for long. Soon enough people would spend their days snogging...and other things. <br><br>A murmured “Thank you” was shared along with a short, jaded smile as she entered. <br><br>For a few seconds she watched him go, and for a few after that she listened to the sound of his footsteps in the hallway. Quiet, seemingly certain strides that shifted then halted before she heard her name name. <br><br>Distracted and exhausted culminated to make the sound of it uniquely jarring. She recognized Mark’s voice immediately, though was surprised at the volume. Most of the Islanders had already gone to bed. <br><br>It startled her and from inside the diary room she had been more than midway through closing the door when she felt resistance.&nbsp; <br><br>“Jesus!” <br><br>Not Jesus. Just Mark. Scaring the holy Christ out of her. <br><br>“What?!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>12-09-2019, 18:45:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://proofs.space-us-standard.s3.amazonaws.com/media_folder/plutino/MODELS/INFLUENCERS-uw/Josh%20Mario%20John-dx/PROFILE-yy/PREVIEW-bp/_images1/Josh+Mario+John+1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, 18:00<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">T-shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/8174-xrHQxL._UX679_.jpg)</div></div> , well-worn jeans, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Socks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ik.imagekit.io/overdose/3wisemen/catalog/product/cache/4/small_image/265x320/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/x/sx-101913_white.jpg)</div></div> , <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0046/5548/0950/products/STEVEMADDEN-CASUAL_ZENO_BLUE-FABRIC_grande.jpg?v=1549480015)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, River, Logan, Elsa<br><br><br><hr><br>He laughed quietly at River's question and while she was attempting to be discrete...about as much as he suspected she actually could be discrete; he was weary of discretion.&nbsp; He nodded his head slightly and spoke at a normal tone, even while Elsa arrived.<br><br><em>"Oh he's definitely a bro.&nbsp; He's <strong>the</strong> bro here but it's not what you're thinking.&nbsp; He doesn't hate you and he's certainly not bowing out to give me a shot at the new girl."</em> , he grinned.<br><br><em>"No...I'm the Lex Luthor to his Superman.&nbsp; I fired a warning shot across his bow earlier in the day so I'm the resident pariah here in the villa.&nbsp; He's attempting to keep it relatively civil whilst avoiding a conversation.&nbsp; I'm sure he'll introduce himself properly at some point.&nbsp; You know...when I'm not around."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He gave River a pleased smile and laughed again as River seemed pretty comfortable with herself sexually.&nbsp; It was actually pretty refreshing.&nbsp; He flashed a look at Elsa who was doing her level best to avoid acknowledging his presence altogether.&nbsp; It was a good reminder to him that their date was all a sham and she behaved the way she did because she wanted to stay in the game. He slipped off the stool and moved away from the counter.&nbsp; <br><br>He gave River a smile. <em> "This place is wholly undeserving of someone as real as you.&nbsp; Good luck."</em>&nbsp; To which he turned and headed back into the villa.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>12-09-2019, 18:46:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://inkedcartel.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/josh-mario-john-tattoos-21-819x1024.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, Late late late<br><strong>Location:</strong> Diary Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Beach Towel Wrapped Around -&nbsp; black boxer briefs - everything else removed <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">T-shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/8174-xrHQxL._UX679_.jpg)</div></div> , well-worn jeans, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Socks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ik.imagekit.io/overdose/3wisemen/catalog/product/cache/4/small_image/265x320/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/x/sx-101913_white.jpg)</div></div> , <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0046/5548/0950/products/STEVEMADDEN-CASUAL_ZENO_BLUE-FABRIC_grande.jpg?v=1549480015)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><br><hr><br>She looked so...great.&nbsp; Mark couldn't help but look at her. The cold of the night had caused her cheeks to turn pink and it only seemed to make it that much more impossible to keep from looking at her.&nbsp; She sat on the edge of the deck at the front of her parent's house, hunched over as she tried to hide that she was smoking.&nbsp; The view of the street was blocked off by three moving trucks and she was doing her level best to not acknowledge them.&nbsp; The street lights were on and their orangish-yellow light played across the surface of her shoulder-length, blue-green hair.&nbsp; She exhaled slowly; a billowing cloud of smoke jetted past her glossy lips as she reflexively flicked the ash of her cigarette.<br><br>"You don't need to be here Mark.&nbsp; We talked about this a bunch of times."&nbsp; She gave him a sidelong to where he sat on the deck nearby.&nbsp; She inhaled...the end of the cigarette glowing brightly, before she spoke, exhaling at the same time.&nbsp; "And you shouldn't have done that; she gestured at his arm with her cigarette.&nbsp; It's not even my name.&nbsp; You have to stop doing things because you think it's going to make me stay."<br><br>Mark frowned, looking at the inside of his forearm.&nbsp; The tattoo still looked angry.&nbsp; Still healing.&nbsp; A red heart with CORI written in a green, flowing script.&nbsp; He didn't tell her that he couldn't afford it if they had done Corinne rather than Cori.<br><br><em>"Lots of people call you Cori."</em><br><br>"You have to stop it Mark.&nbsp; I'm moving to Kingston.&nbsp; We're just seventeen.&nbsp; We're young and I'm eight hours away.&nbsp; It might as well be the moon."<br><br><em>"But it's only an hour by plane and we can face-time and..."</em><br><br>"Planes cost money Mark and you can't come every weekend to see me.&nbsp; It's done. We're done.&nbsp; You're making this harder."<br><br>Mark shook his head, exhaling...his own breath misting in front of him from the cold.<br><br><em>"But we can do this Corinne.&nbsp; I love you."</em><br><br>She let out a sharp sound...almost a laugh.<br><br>"You are only saying that because we had sex, Mark."<br><br><em>"That's not true...I said it before we had sex and you said it too..."</em><br><br>"You only said it so we would have sex."<br><br>He let out a shaky breath...shaking his head.<br><br><em>"That's...no...you know that.&nbsp; You know this and..."</em><br><br>She put the cigarette out in the nearby snow...messing the snow about to hide the ash and then dropped the butt down the crack between the boards on the deck.&nbsp; She took a can of Febreze and sprayed around as she exhaled the last bit of smoke from he lungs.&nbsp; Standing up she moved to the door...<br><br><em>"So I can meet you at the airport later and we can say goodbye properly.&nbsp; Then you can..."</em><br><br>Her back was to him, her hand on the handle of the door...<br><br>"No Mark.&nbsp; You're not listening. We are done.&nbsp; You don't have to come to the airport."<br><br>He shook his head again...<br><br><em>"No...I don't feel like I have to.&nbsp; I want to.&nbsp; I want to be there...for us."</em><br><br>"I don't!" ,she snapped.&nbsp; He could hear her release a shaky breath and she turned.&nbsp; His mom said Cori always wore too much mascara but...he liked it.&nbsp; He thought she was amazing.&nbsp; He could see that she was upset, her large green eyes were brimming with tears.&nbsp; "Mark...I don't want you there.&nbsp; I don't want you around.&nbsp; Leave.&nbsp; Please leave.&nbsp; You don't love me.&nbsp; You will find someone better and so will I.&nbsp; Please go."<br><br><br><br>*******************************************************************************************<br><br><em>"I need to go to her."</em><br><br>"She told you she didn't want you there."<br><br><em>"You don't understand Scott.&nbsp; She needs me.&nbsp; She's just scared because all of this is hard.&nbsp; She's just scared."</em><br><br>"So...maybe.&nbsp; Maybe you're right but you're fucked man.&nbsp; It's a blizzard out there now. You should have left an hour ago."<br><br><em>"If I can get there...maybe the plane is delayed and then I can see her."</em><br><br>"IS the plane delayed?"<br><br>Mark exhaled...shaking his head.<br><br><em>"No...but dude. If I can get there.&nbsp; Maybe she'll realize.&nbsp; Maybe she'll see.&nbsp; If I can get there and see her.&nbsp; She'll stay."</em><br><br>"She's going with her family to the other end of the province dude.&nbsp; She's not going to stay."<br><br>Mark bit the inside of his cheek...forcing his eyes to stay wide open to keep from letting his friend see him cry.&nbsp; He spoke in a whisper to keep his voice from cracking.<br><br><em>"I have to try..."</em><br><br>Scott sighed...clapping a hand on Mark's shoulder.<br><br>"This is so fucked.&nbsp; I can't come with you.&nbsp; I have to stay and look after Carley.&nbsp; Mom and dad won't be home tonight.&nbsp; They're staying in the city because of the weather.&nbsp; Take his sled...but the throttle is fucked and it bleeds oil, man."<br><br>Mark nodded his head, smiling...leaning in to hug his friend tightly.<br><br><em>"It'll be perfect.&nbsp; This will work. "</em><br><br>Scott shook his head...<br><br>"Don't fucking die dude.&nbsp; And don't wreck my dad's shitty sled."<br><br><em>"You look after your sister.&nbsp; I got this.&nbsp; I'm gonna get there.&nbsp; She'll know I'm serious and she'll stay.&nbsp; It'll be perfect."</em> , he caught the keys that Scott tossed to him and left the house, heading out into the snow and the darkness.<br><br>*******************************************************************************************<br><br>The distance between the two of them now was palpable. It had been less than a day and this fuckin' place had poisoned the last nice moment he had experienced here.&nbsp; It just...made him...sad.&nbsp; He moved down the hallway away from her when he let the sadness turn into...something else.&nbsp; All of this was going sideways...far faster than he had could have ever imagined.&nbsp; He wasn't just going to let all of this end quietly...<br><br>He was moving back towards Delaney and the door even before he had made the decision to turn around and head back to her.<br><br>Calling her name had been louder than he anticipated...so he needed to take a moment so he could speak to her at normal levels even as he placed his hand on the door to keep it from closing.<br><br><em>"Okay...so last night, you were the last person I spoke to.&nbsp; This morning you were the first person I spoke to.&nbsp; I like that.&nbsp; I like it so much I need to tell you that I made a mistake." </em> , he inhaled deeply.&nbsp; His shoulders flexing as his chest expanded, only to slowly exhale through his nose.&nbsp; <em> "I had my moment of wallowing in there." </em>&nbsp; He motioned with a lift of his chin in the direction of the diary room.&nbsp; <em>"I'm done with that. I'm moving forward on this."</em><br><br>He walked out of airplanes to parachute into the wilderness.&nbsp; This was not as scary as that...so he drew in a breath and jumped.<br><br><em>So I mean this in about as nice a way as possible when I tell you...I don't want to be your friend. I will give up every single opportunity to be friends with you for that one chance to be more with you. I know you're into Logan and you feel what you feel.&nbsp; I'm not going to tell you how to feel."<br></em><br><br>He shook his head slightly...<br><br><em>"But you don't get to decide how I'm going to feel...about you.&nbsp; You can friend-zone me as hard as you like but..." </em>&nbsp; He shook his head slightly as he thought back to the morning.&nbsp; <em>"We had a...there was something going on this morning.&nbsp; We had a connection.&nbsp; You and I...there's something there.&nbsp; I felt it, Delaney and I know you did too.&nbsp; I know I fucked things up at the competition but I didn't fuck them up so much that it made me forget about you and that sunrise.&nbsp; It didn't make me forget the way your eyes crinkle at the corners when you smile.&nbsp; And I mean when you really smile and not the dozen other...different smiles you have."</em><br><br>He exhaled again...steadying himself.<br><br><em>"So...I'm only going to say this once.&nbsp; I'm not going to be a creep about it.&nbsp; I'm not going to mope around the house kicking rocks and giving you moon-eyes. I will act normal around the house when it comes to you but I want you to know that right here.&nbsp; Right now.&nbsp; I am all in on you.&nbsp; I won't ever bring it up again but I will not forget about this morning and I will not forget about you."</em><br><br>He frowned a moment, his eyes leaving hers...grimacing slightly before looking back to her.<br><br><em>"Because I felt it. So you figure out what you want from Logan and maybe he will figure out who he wants."</em><br><br>He lifted his right hand...raising his index finger and then pointing it down towards the ground as he spoke.<br><br><em>"Because I know who and what I want.&nbsp; I'm unwavering in that.&nbsp; I'll give you as much space as you want.&nbsp; I'll stay out of your sight.&nbsp; What I won't do is pretend this morning wasn't..."</em><br><br>He gave her a small smile...<br><br><em>"...great."</em><br><br>He worried his lower lip a moment...<br><br><em>"So...yeah.&nbsp; Have a good diary session.&nbsp; You've had a long day.&nbsp; Whatever you decide.&nbsp; No hard feelings.&nbsp; I think you're excellent no matter what you choose."</em><br><br>He stepped away from her and the door...and turned without further drama and headed back into the villa.&nbsp; Squeezing the back of his neck with one hand and letting out a slightly tormented growl before making his way to the bathroom and slipping into the shower.&nbsp; Sitting down in it and taking a very long shower as he alternated between streams of hot and then cold water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>12-09-2019, 23:53:43</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/57/29/9a/57299a7cdac719dd3185308b2f246aa0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3, July 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa inside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> James Harding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> James, Open<br><br><hr><br><br>Gwen listened to him as he suggested they go get a couch to settle into privately. Her fingers reached out to lace with his as she let him lead the way. She just wanted that bit of touching, it was calming. At least she found it calming, even if others didn’t always prefer it. She was okay with him letting her hand go or not even taking it to begin with. As soon as that dreaded, “We need to talk” phrase came out she immediately got worried. Was she just not good enough for him? Maybe she was too lady like and not willing to initiate things or take control of their intimacy. No matter how you looked at it, she felt as if he was getting ready to jump ship. There were lots of girls around to choose from and maybe he had found that he was more attracted to them. She wasn’t rowdy or over the top as far as working out or anything of that sort. <br><br><em> "Listen, Gwen, there's something about me and my past I haven't told you, haven't told anyone here, and I don't really know what this is between us, but you deserve to know. I was married, not so long ago, she... passed... a couple months ago, cancer, terminal, she had it when we met, but we decided that whatever time we had together was worth it, and well remission is always possible, no matter what the doctors say.... and well, I came on this show to try to promote my books, and some of my buds kinda forced me on to try and like, move on you know? and I don't know what this is between us but I feel like I'm betraying her, and that I'm betraying you, and that I'm leading you on, but I also really like you and you're a wonderful woman, and certainly the one that is making these last couple days enjoyable."</em><br><br>When James continued to speak of his deceased wife she was almost in a sigh of relief. She felt bad for him, for losing someone you have only just started a journey of love. Her eyes teared up as she thought how selfish she had just been for thinking about herself a moment instead of him. Gwen raised up from her seat near his and wrapped her arms around him. Holding in him close to her, her tears fell little by little, only now she was sad for him. Sorry that he had to endure that at such a youthful time of his life. It was those moments in life that people take for granted. She wasn’t sure which was worse, losing love due to illness after only being together a short while or losing that special someone that you had planned a future with. Someone you likely had planned out when you would have kids and that little picket fence, a couple dogs and maybe even a cat. She smiled ever so slightly at those thoughts but before she pulled herself back a little from their embrace she whispered close against his ear.<br><br><strong>”I’m so sorry..”</strong><br><br>The tickle of warm breath over his neck and then she looked into his eyes. Her beautiful blue ones just soaking up the moment indulging in having him share something so personal and to be so emotionally vulnerable with her made her all the more excited to know more about him. Gwen wanted everything for them. Moonlit nights, gentle sunrises that tickle your skin with the heat, and most of all the nights they could lay naked between sheets and blankets with only their bodies to keep each other warm. Her rounded bottom pressed against him as he had his arms wrapped around her, kissing her neck lightly in that spooning fashion of comfort. That would be ideal. For now, however, she had this. <br><br>Finally having pulled back enough, she then leaned in close and pressed her lips against his. A gentle kiss that was meant to test the waters and see if he was okay with it. To make sure she didn’t just make a fool of herself. She wrapped her arms around him as she shifted to set her bottom onto his lap, keeping her lips on his, urging him to give her more if he so wished, or even to push her off. Maybe it was too soon for him to want this. Maybe she was overthinking again. A breath of fresh air trickled between them for a moment as her lips parted from his and she whispered against his lips.<br><br><strong>”I’m sorry... that was... I...umm...</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 00:19:57</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/57/29/9a/57299a7cdac719dd3185308b2f246aa0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3, July 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> James Harding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark, Sam, Open<br><br><hr><br><br>Gwen had been floating around the pool on an inflatable swan raft as she sunbathed. Now and then she’d overturn or get overturned by impish pool gremlins. It had been a long day thus far. She lay there thinking about James and then her own choice to kiss the bearded guy that made her laugh with that damn ticklish facial hair. She sounded flirty or school girlish and secretly wished she hadn’t done that. The giggling bit or heck maybe even the kiss? It was only the third day had been on Love Island so surely she and James hadn’t gone over the deep end for each other. At least she wasn’t too sure if was a possibility. She wasn’t sure about love anyway. Wasn’t even sure it was a real thing. She had sought it out over and over but things always fizzled out or they cheated on her for being less adventurous. Well now... who was laughing now?! She was there for the adventure of letting down all her walls and hoping to find love without getting crushed and burned.<br><br><em>”Hey ladies.&nbsp; I just wanted to take a moment to apologize for all of the nonsense earlier and I was hoping to get a chance to talk?"</em><br><br>There he was. She didn’t recognize the voice but somehow knew it was Mark. The only thing that had happened earlier to even qualify as nonsense. She opened her eyes and turned her head toward him. Her sunglasses still on her face and she offered him a smile.&nbsp; <strong>”I don’t see a need to apologize. Whatever would you be sorry for? But if you need to talk then sure, I’d be happy to listen and have a chat, if you’d like.”</strong><br><br>Gwen saw Samantha not too far from her and then looked back at Mark, her hand fluttering in the water to try and propel her forward him but only ended up going away from him and then she swapped hands and started going in circles instead of the direction she wanted. She grunted a little and used both hands, stretching her arms as far as she could until the whole thing just went ass over tits and she ended up flipped into the pool. Her floaty popped back up to the surface and her head was just under it. A very head shaped round bit was pressed upward in the middle of the swan float. She squeaked a little and finally got free of it.<br><br><strong>”Did you see that!? That float was trying to drown me! I swear!”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 00:44:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>Diary Room then shower<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/98/7f/04/987f04b1a9588d62ee52e7e52dac6582.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark | Closed<br><br><hr><br><br>Delaney’s heart was still slowing its panicked rhythm when she heard it thundering in her ears again. They were both exhausted and raw. The veil between thoughts and words was thinner when a person was exhausted, and Mark’s admission was unexpected, maybe even by him.<br><br>He had said she didn’t owe him an apology, but that simply didn’t feel true. Delaney, builder of walls. She’d recognized the barrier immediately. Acknowledged that it was her way of coping with the madness of this place and life in general and that it was profoundly unfair. <br><br>Yet, she had been sorry to see him go. Hadn’t stopped him. <br><br>But here he was, laying every last card on the table. In a word, she was stunned. <br><br>Her eyes moved slowly, tiredly over his expressions and followed the way he pointed to emphasize his declarations... and at the end of it he took his leave without giving her an opportunity to reply. Not that she would have known what to say anyway. <br><br>For the second time in as many hours Delaney watched him leave, her mind reeling from his impact. She could still smell the warm Majorca night clinging to his skin as he left her standing there in the doorway, looking after him in a dazed silence. <br><br>As she took her seat for her diary reveal, her thoughts were still unsettled. She hadn’t had time yet to process what he’d said, let alone decide how she felt about it. Instead she turned to the one thing she was sure of. <br><br><strong><em>“So...Logan.” </em></strong><br><br>It all started with, Logan, didn’t it? <br><br><strong><em>“He’s the first person I connected with here, right out of the gate. He kissed me at breakfast and it took me a while to recover from it…I mean, look at the guy. He has an artsy vibe... but he’s fit, he’s sweet...definitely not my usual type. A wonderful change of pace, though. Unfortunately, he’s also into Rhonda.” </em></strong><br><br>She paused briefly and shifted some in the seat.<br><br><strong><em>“He means well…” </em></strong><br><br>There was another pause and the slight readjustment of her bathing suit more out of a need to fill the uncertain silence than anything.<br><br><strong><em>“But I’m still not convinced he knows what the fuck he wants...Or maybe he just wants it all.” </em></strong><br><br>She sighed.<br><br><strong><em>“Who knows...maybe that’s what we all want.”</em></strong><br><br>She glanced passively at the door. <br><br><strong><em>“But Mark…”</em></strong> she paused briefly, <strong><em> “He came out of left field…” </em></strong><br><br>A slow, puckish smile formed on Delaney’s lips.<br><br><strong><em>“No...he’s Canadian. He came at me like a blind side hip check from the blue line. I guess I need to learn how to stick handle with my head up…”</em></strong><br><br>She laughed at her own joke for a moment, but it trailed off and her smile faded.<br><br><strong><em>“God...that guy. He’s just...I don’t even know. He acted like a complete tool at the competition, but then so did Logan. Things got heated over Mark kissing Rhonda and just spiraled way out of control...I don’t think it’s who either of them are. It was just a shit show of staggering proportions.” <br></em><br><em>“But I’ll give the man this...he knows how to issue an apology and doesn’t do anything by half measures. I asked him to bring treats and he actually did, then despite the fact that I stonewalled him...because I’m a bit of an ass, apparently... he handled it all with grace. Which, given the competition was a surprising turn of events.”</em></strong><br><br>She felt warmth and amusement begin to tug at her smile and gradually her demeanor brightened. <br><br><strong><em>“Not nearly as surprising as what he said in the hallway, though.” </em></strong><br><br>There was a short but thoughtful pause and she smiled wider. The sort of smile you could hear and feel even if you couldn’t see it.<br><br><strong><em>“Say what you will about Mark’s rocky start in the villa or my initial connection with Logan... I need someone in my life that will put their ass on the line for me in the same way I will for them.”<br></em></strong><br><hr><br>Delaney left the diary room with a renewed sense of purpose. Working through things out loud had brought her perspective on Logan and Mark into sharper focus, where she stood with each of them felt less muddled by the first blush of attraction. Her mind felt clearer and her heart lighter as she moved quietly down the hall and into the bathroom. <br><br>The muffled sound of water served as a steady backdrop to an otherwise silent villa. Outside an open window she could vaguely hear the sound of Elsa singing in Swedish, though it fell away quickly as she neared the shower then passed through the doorway. <br><br>Her eyes fell upon him before he took note of her and, mindful not to startle him, she cleared her throat before moving into the shower proper. It was a large space with sizable sectioned stalls, privacy limited to the merits of panels of half frosted glass.&nbsp; Very little was left to the imagination, and even less still as she slipped into the stall he occupied and placed herself between the stream of hot water and where he sat. <br><br>Joining him in the shower was a bold move, but she was propelled by confidence that would have rivaled any smoke jumper prepared to leap. In one smooth motion she took his face in her hands. <br><br>When he looked up, as he inevitably would, she lowered her lips to his and kissed him slowly and deeply for a long while without any of the constraints of politics or uncertainty. <br><br>Water streamed over her back and shoulders, stopped in large part from reaching him in his seated position, but misted past her in occasional droplets or small rivulets that ran down her arms. They existed together in a brief moment that lived outside the eager press of camera crews or the weight of audience opinion. <br><br><strong><em>“Mark,” </em></strong>she murmured against his lips as the kiss finally broke, <strong><em>“I’m all in.”</em></strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 01:37:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fUo5lt0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | after midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> grassy area at the far edge of the Infinity Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon(Capone) | in the Villa there is no hiding<br><em><strong>Mood</strong></em>:&nbsp; Marvin Gaye - Lets get it on (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x6QZn9xiuOE) (couldn't resist&nbsp; ;D )<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GlZeR2L.jpg)</div> Elsa finished her singing and recanting of the folk song's story. Devon pulled back slightly and turned in her arms, she found her hand on his shoulder and the other resting casually near his waist. His eyes were locked on hers and she peered back into his. Her lips held a small curl in the corners, this felt good and she was emotionally drawn to him right in that moment. His vulnerable side appealing and relatable. No bravado or veneer in place to guard his feelings. Given how he had talked and his personal secrets, she suspected that he was often this way. It felt right to be around someone like that. Staring at his eyes, she felt it was his truth.<br><br>He was complimentary of her story and the song in a way that showed he was listening and truly listening. It was a welcome change to many of the men she had known. She watched as he appeared to become distracted and she wondered what it was he was thinking but she wouldn't have to wait long to find out. Elsa slowly drew in a breath as he gradually moved in closer. Devon's arm moving, his calloused musicians hands taking hold of her chin. <br><br><em>"I'd like to kiss you," he said, a simple statement of intent.</em><br><br>She swallowed and sucked in both of her lips for a moment releasing them all glistening, full and soft, before she whispered with parted lips a soft, <strong>"Yes."</strong> <br><br><strong>*</strong> As soon as she said, "Yes", Devon plunged in. Their lips interlocking in delicate chaste embrace. She could feel his tongue gently part lips and teasingly touch her lower lip. It caught her breath and her tongue tentatively touched his before retreating. Her breathing was heavier as her heart pounded in her chest. The desperate thudding threatening to sound alarms, it's pulse creating a lump in her throat. Elsa's hand slid up along his shoulder over the colored inks and around to the back of his neck, playing with the hair at the nap of his neck, the other hand clawing slowly at his bare torso. She could feel him adjusting, his hand slid away from her chin to encircle her slender waist and gracefully slide her in closer to him until they were touching. Body to body, Elsa's soft warm breasts brushed against his chest. She could feel the heat radiating of his body and imagined that she could feel his heart beating close to hers.<br><br>Breaking from the kiss a moment Elsa whispered, <strong>"Come closer."</strong> Laying backwards, gently drawing him forward. If he followed, she would lay back and pull him crosswise over top of her body so she lay prone beneath him while they continue to kiss. Her hands eagerly wanting to explore the man, searching for ways to run along his chest and back. Slender fingers scratching lightly and caressing along the breadth of his torso, back, and arms. She drew her leg up, letting her bare thigh rest against his side. Her body was only covered by the thin gray off the shoulder top she wore and black bikini underwear with cute lace trimming. The full response of her body obvious under the touch his flesh when his chest would draw slowly over her breasts.<br><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">*</div><div class="spoiler_body">Written with Capone's input and approval</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 01:47:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Kitchen then Villa Living Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sexy little number as pictured, sans hat. &nbsp;(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/WarlikeMilkyCony-size_restricted.gif)Black sandals.<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace, Devon | Open<br><br><br><hr><br><br>She offered Grace an impish grin, another shrug and considered whether her mess was on the downslope or just hitting a crescendo. Time would tell. For now she finished building the second sandwich, spooned a variety of other lunch items onto the plate and carefully cut the cupcake in half.<br><br>“I try.” she laughed, “Sometimes I fail, but I do try...I’ll see you later.” <br><br>Honest was the best policy, and at least she could recognize deflection when she saw it? Not that it seemed to stop her from doing it.<br><br>“And hey...thanks.” she raised the plate, complete with cupcake and set off for the living room with her booty..err..plunder well in hand.<br><br>Delaney had a unique propensity for shit. Getting herself into it at least. Perhaps it was even that innate talent that had brought her here like a moth to flame, if there was ever a place better situated for getting yourself into uniquely untenable social situations she hadn’t seen it. It was the entire foundation of the game. <br><br>Somehow, Devon didn’t strike her as the sort of man that shared her skill set. He seemed genuinely down to Earth, and his secret had resonated deeply enough that she didn’t take him for a man with time for drama. <br><br>Yet he was here. Same as her. <br><br>“Hey there…”<br><br>She greeted him as she crossed the living room. <br><br>“Do you mind if I join you? I come bearing gifts…” <br><br>A warm smile tugged at the corner of her lips.<br><br>“Yes, it’s a cupcake with a poo emoji on it...but I have it on good authority that it doesn’t taste like shit…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 02:10:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | A little after 6 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Smoking area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sexy little number as pictured, sans hat. &nbsp;(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/WarlikeMilkyCony-size_restricted.gif)Black sandals.<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan, River(mentioned) | Open<br><br><br><hr><br><br>She was seated in one of the chairs in the smoking area quite frankly because no one else was there. The doorbell rang, the masses began to trickle over, and she watched the saucy little minx of a newcomer sashay her way to fame in the kitchen. Delaney grinned, her eyes shielded behind her sunglasses. Once everything had settled down she’d be certain to make her introductions and grab a few...or several slices of pizza, but for now she was enjoying the relative peace and quiet. <br><br>The last few days had been a wild ride and she still hadn’t spoken to Logan. She suspected it wasn’t a good thing given how the tone of his text had shifted, and how he had said he would seek her out when he got back...and so far hadn’t. <br><br>Seeing that he’d toted in a bouquet of flowers which clearly weren’t meant for her hadn't argued a case in his favor either. Such was life. She was coming to terms and waiting for the fallout, whatever that was going to mean. Leaning back in her chair and quieting her mind seemed like the only reasonable response just then, and so that’s what she did.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 02:28:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | 6pm'ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa kitchen | eating area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> River | Grace(pending) | Delaney(pending) | Open... no where to hide in the Love Island Maximum Security Prison<br><strong>Mood</strong>:&nbsp; Halsey - Bad at Love (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdYFuCp3m9k)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(http://i1.cdnds.net/15/23/618x412/uktv-love-island-villa-03.jpg)</div> The stuffing of the face had already begun as what River had said while talking to Elsa started to sink in. Elsa had grease on her chin and pizza sauce in the corners of her mouth while she contemplated it. If one were to ask her how shelf felt about herself at the moment it would have sounded a bit like this; She felt like mayhem and chaos had a baby. She was pretty sure that her hair was an untamed and unmitigated disaster. Makeup had not been checked all day. In fact she was pretty sure that she had only put a minimal amount on today. Her cheeks and the tip of her nose were a glowy sun <del>kissed</del> burned. It was not a good look. But River was complimenting her, Elsa laughed a little at that, more of a chuckle really. She was a hot mess. Her mouth was still half full as she tried to cover the embarrassment with her free hand. No need for River to peer into the endless abyss that was her food hole. She took a drink of her water to choke down the cheese and ewwy gooey goodness. <br><br>If there was anything in River's voice to give away her gender difference, it wasn't something that Elsa could hear. Not only was she not looking for it, Elsa also spoke English as a second language so the tones and inflections in speech patterns weren't something she was good at matching. Plus, River was wild and Hollywood. In other words, she blended right in the the decor of this place. Hell, River could be hosting this show and it wouldn't surprise her. It all made Elsa smile. River was fun and happy, just the type of person she wanted to have around.<br><br>Tapping the table that she had taken a seat at, Elsa motioned to the chair on the end. <strong>"Come take a seat River."</strong>&nbsp; She motioned again to the chair. <strong>"You don't have to worry about stealing my boy. I don't have one. My first couple partner had to leave the show for some reason. I like to think he had secret spy work he had to do. James Bond and all that type of deal. Maybe he'll come back later and we'll sip martinis around the pool together another day. Oh, and I had a date with the guy you were just talking to last night. He flat out told me that he wasn't into me but that's a whole other unnecessary story. So, as far as I'm concerned it's a wide open field... Corey and Grace are super tight though. Or at least they seem to be when she's not out on dates. I think everyone that's came on the show so far has asked her out. Maybe even the girls?"</strong> She shrugged before taking another drink. <strong>"So who do you have your eyes on? Anyone that you fancy?"</strong> Elsa returned to her pizza munching, shoving another unhealthy level of the product into her maw like she was trying to win a pie eating contest. She was resigned to the fact that today was an eating day and dammit she was going to enjoy it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 02:41:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9EuNIEX.jpg?1)</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> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Hamilton, NZ<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Late Morning/Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outdoor Beds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cassie<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><hr><br>Still quietly savoring the piece of chocolate, Owen leaned one hand down on the bed and leaned a bit toward Elsa as she spoke. There was a softness to her voice that caused him to get a bit closer, hopefully not too close for her comfort, given their status as coupled with other residents of the villa. <br><br>A small smile curled his lips <strong>“Trust me, after a decade plus, I can hear any number of team trainers getting on my case. Yours must be a real hard-ass,” </strong>he said with a knowing smile. <br><br>He continued to focus on her eyes as she relayed the story of how she came to accept the offer to be a part of the Love Island cast. <strong>“I’m real sorry to hear that, sounds like he was a real drongo to treat you like that.” </strong><br><br>Owen’s eyebrows raised a bit as she described her background, a slightly bemused smile on his face. Not that Elsa wasn’t fit and toned-- even a cursory look at her figure gave that away pretty easily. <strong>“Right then, fans of the All Blacks you say? From all the way up north? You’ll have to tell me how that came to happen. We don’t get too many fans in this part of the world.”</strong> A thick-fingered paw came out to scoop up the tossed piece of candy. The pile was starting to dwindle a bit now, but Owen didn’t think they were in any danger of exhausting it just yet. <br><br><strong>“But yes, I have been on the national team, even rostered on a couple World Cup teams, but didn’t see all that many minutes. As I’m sure you’re familiar, it’s a pretty solid squad.”</strong> Owen shrugged, then leaned in, a bit of a conspiratorial tone taking over his voice. <strong>“Though, I will say, if you want to get one over on the chaps in your family, I could probably get you a real, official All Blacks kit, or a least a jersey.</strong>” <br><br>Owen smiled and leaned back again. If nothing else, he was happy to have met someone at the resort that seemed to have an appreciation for the sport he’d made his livelihood at. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 03:19:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/VpwV62M/devon-daniels-5-crop.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> July 3rd, 2019 | After Midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard, Grassy Edge of the Infinity Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A pair of blue plaid boxer shorts<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>Cleo Balleta</del> Erm, no one, apparently<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><hr><br><strong>"Yes,"</strong> she whispered. The second she confirmed he dove in, allowing his lips to latch onto hers, thumb and forefinger firmly keeping her chin tilted towards him. His kiss did not press in too deeply at first, a simple taste of her as his tongue barely parted her lips, caressing the gloss while her own tongue reached out to him. He could feel and hear how deep her breath became, and in turn he felt his own heart pulsing faster. Once more he wrapped his lips to hers, again and again, their throat mics no doubt catching the soft sounds intermingling with the lapping surface of the glowing pool. Her arm wrapped around the back of his neck, the fingers tickling the nape feeling somewhat familiar, almost like a case of deja vu. Yet he did not entertain any distractions, his fingers releasing her chin in order to reach lower, pushing the loosened gray shirt back so that his palm might find that toned stomach and perfectly smooth waist. His arm wrapped about her, pulling her body to his, and immediately he could feel the energy from each kiss become all the more charged from the heat of her flesh.<br><br><strong>"Come closer,"</strong> she said softly, pulling him down over her, though not perfectly atop her. Leaning in from an angle, he could feel the braid she had placed suddenly drape over his shoulder and onto her makeshift mattress. He gladly lay over her, still feeling those breasts crush to his chest, almost as if she were desperate for him to feel just not her lips, but the whole of her body. Her leg rose, reaching to his side, and the hand that had been around her waist slid down to accommodate. As his tongue finally slid fully into her mouth, caressing her own, his palm traced down around that perfectly shaped ass, fingers giving a light squeeze before continuing down to the back of her thigh. He pulled himself closer, his now growing lust pressing against the soft plaid boxers as he tried to pull their bodies closer together. His fingers reached the back of her knee, almost as if to help her wrap the limb about his body. Softly his center finger slid along the back of her knee, testing to see if she'd giggle or moan. His other hand, his weight leaning onto that elbow and forearm, rose to her forehead to caress more of her blonde hair from her head and face. He groaned into her mouth, as if hungry for her, tongue swirling about her own...<br><br>And then a flirtatious smirk of Cleo's appeared before his mind's eye.<br><br>He paused, his whole body stiffening, a deer caught in headlights. His nostrils flared as he let out a heavy sigh, slowly pulling his lips from Elsa's. His hand released her leg, raising instead to caress her cheek. So many thoughts raced through his mind. The day he bought the ring. The final mistake he'd made a month prior. The arguments in the weeks leading up to it. Now, less than twenty-four hours since she'd left, he was practically forgetting Cleo. They hadn't had a real spark or connection, but... was he truly going to dispose of her that swiftly?<br><br>And as he looked into Elsa's eyes... would he hurt her, too?<br><br>"I'm sorry," he said with a sigh, "But I don't think it'd be a smart idea to be listening to the <em>other</em> head tonight, if you catch my meaning." He leaned in, pressing his lips to her forehead. "It's been a... crazy day, and..." His eyes submerged into Elsa's once more, doing his best to try and get a reading on her thoughts. At the moment, though, her mind was an impregnable fortress. "I don't want to hurt another woman, and I don't want you to be hurt by another guy."<br><br>With that, he readjusted once more, laying himself beside her, so they were both staring up towards the starry night sky above. "However, seeing as we are both uncoupled, I'm sure the producers would have no reason to complain if we shared a bed. So, if you'd like, I wouldn't mind keeping you company out here, sleeping beneath the stars..." He turned his head to look at her. "Or you're welcome to my bed inside the Villa. Or, of course, we could continue to sleep separate." He then looked back up towards the stars. "I do apologize for starting something I couldn't finish, though."<br><br>He blinked a moment as he realized the back of his neck was resting on the bundled, thick rope of his now braided hair. That was certainly a new feeling. He reached up with his fingers, finding the end of it, and began to idly flick at it as he awaited Elsa's response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 03:34:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/MN8BkGh/devon-daniels-6.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> July 3rd, 2019 | After noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Living Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black T-Shirt with Kiuas Spirit of Ukko album art (https://www.soundi.fi/wp-content/uploads/old/soundi/record_review/Kiuas_The+Spirit+Of+Ukko_1652.jpg), Sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), Jeans, Black leather belt, Boots<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta? Right?<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><hr><br>Devon tossed the cellphone into the air again, then once more, and then another time. The continually worried look of the hidden crew went completely unnoticed, even that one time he nearly had to dive off the back of the couch to catch it after bouncing wildly from his fingers. No sign of Cleo in or out of the Villa since he'd sat here. She wasn't in the shower, wasn't in the diary room, and wasn't in the backyard at the pool or kitchen. He still hadn't texted her, what with the Villa being a rather small place. If, sitting in the nexus of everything, he didn't spot her...<br><br>He caught tossed and caught the cellphone once more. Was she still at the Competition area? Or... was something else going on? If there was, why wouldn't Caroline have informed him?<br><br><strong>“Hey there… Do you mind if I join you? I come bearing gifts…”</strong><br><br>His attention was suddenly brought to the present as the rather luscious looking brunette that had planted a kiss on him approached with a tray of food. <em>Bondage Bikini!</em> he almost blurted out. Instead, he simply smiled to match her own grin as he shoved the phone back in his pocket, sitting up and leaning forward. He wasn't quite sure she'd take kindly to the name... or perhaps she'd love it. Ah, whatever. He patted the cushion beside him, sliding over a bit to help make more room for her.<br><br><strong>“Yes, it’s a cupcake with a poo emoji on it..."</strong> she said as she settled down with the tray. His brow furrowed a moment in confusion, but... yes, yes there was most certainly just such a cupcake on the tray. <strong>"But I have it on good authority that it doesn’t taste like shit…”</strong><br><br>"You may, but do <em>I</em>?" he asked suspiciously, lifting the shades to his forehead so he could get a better look at the spread. He immediately reached for, intending to grab the whole thing before discovering the divide in it. So he took the half with eyes, smirking as he looked right back at it. "Y'know, not only does this look like just the sort of thing some of my friends would bake, it's just the sort of thing they'd either lace with..." He paused, suddenly considering the cameras on him, "...medicinals, or with ex-lax." He placed the half down upon the tray as he smiled up at the brunette. "So tell me... what sort of cooties were added to the recipe of this sudden and unexpected offering?"<br><br>Faux-suspicion aside, he reached forward, grasping a tortilla chip and placed it into his mouth. The nice thing about getting actual chips from Spain? They weren't over-bearing with salt like all the mass-produced snack foods of America.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 04:34:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/In-The-Frow-Burberry-Amber-Rose-Photography-25.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Dinner time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa (upstairs) | Outdoor Kitchen | Dining table<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cover-up (https://malaysia.timbangharga.com/cf/1050/cdn/HTB1mjM.KkCWBuNjy0Faq6xUlXXap/2018-Solid-Beach-Cover-up-Bandage-Sexy-Tunics-for-Beach-Women-Bathing-suit-cover-up-women.jpg) over a bikini that's not entirely visible and these wedges (https://debenhams.scene7.com/is/image/Debenhams/067010408780_SC?wid=333&amp;hei=333&amp;qlt=80&amp;op_usm=1.1,0.5,0,0&amp;fmt=webp)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa | River | Open (expecting Delaney to join later) <br><br><hr><br>After giving Corey his proper goodbye before dinner out with the lads - or in his case, likely just out with Devon - Grace got herself dressed in a new bikini and put a white cover up over it, slipping into a pair of wedges before stepping outside of the villa proper and into the backyard. <br><br>She had been thinking about what to make for her own dinner, when the doorbell suddenly and unexpectedly rang. Of course, it also coincided with the text message that every islander received about a new arrival, and one with immunity, to boot. Lucky for her! <br><br>Grace smiled as she marched over and dropped off the pizza boxes, deciding to venture on over as soon as some of the guys cleared out. “Don’t mind if I do!” She chirped, grabbing a neon orange plate and filling it with quite a few slices of pizza.<br><br>“Thanks for the pizza!” She approached River and Elsa at the table, gesturing to an empty seat before setting her plate down to join them. “Do you mind if I join you two?” Grace sat herself down - assuming both parties were welcome to the idea - and set her water bottle down.<br><br>She seemed to be glowing in a way that had nothing to do with the intensely heated sun. Grace smiled to herself, in her own little world for a bit. Before she collected her first piece of pizza, she turned to River. “You’re River, right? Hi, I’m Grace.” <br><br>Then to Elsa, who she side-hugged. “Feels like I haven’t seen you in ages! You alright, hon?” With her now a part of the conversation, Grace felt better about grabbing her first slice of pizza - which was loaded with veggies - and took a small bite. “Mmm,” she groaned in appreciation of the taste. Who didn’t love pizza? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 04:49:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/KTwOo8F.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | A little after 6 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Living Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same shirt in pic, simple jeans and Adidas slip-ons (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQBjLq6UVYQcYAGUdYBx8V6xXXHmw6FYAZ2IEC7dmpU-RNAUa7U)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><hr><br>Logan supposed he had started walking away without an actual destination in mind. He just moved away from the situation, from Mark, whose voice carried in a rather unforgiving way. But, when he bothered to look up at where he was headed, he realized it was around the walkway on the side of the pool, which had led a winding path to the smoker’s section. <br><br>Delaney was sat there, but she wasn’t smoking anything thankfully. So, Logan decided to walk over. He finished his piece of pizza before he made it to a seat. But before he sat, he hovered and awkwardly pointed to an available lounge style chair. “Mind if I join you? I did mean to talk to you earlier.” Assuming he could, he sat himself down in the chair next to hers. <br><br>“Time got away from me,” he confessed, figuring he didn’t need to go into further detail on that front. He gave a sigh, leaning himself forward and resting his elbows on his knees, keeping his head low so that his hair fell over his eyes. “I just wanted to say sorry again, for this whole situation. I know I mucked up the comp when I kissed you full on, that was… I shouldn’t have done that. Even though I wanted to.” He grimaced.<br><br>“Thing is, you didn’t come in at the same time as me. And if you had, I feel like we’d be in a very different situation right now.” He brought a hand up to push his locks backward, only for them to fall forward again. “You deserve someone who is able to make you their first choice.” He managed a heartbroken sort of smile, flashed it at her for a second, then turned his head down again. <br><br>“I can’t imagine you having a difficult time finding that someone.” Logan’s hands meshed together, his knuckles blanching slightly as he made a fist with one hand, the other acting like a wall to stop it, subtly. Logan picked his head up, looking across the pool. “Just make sure it’s someone who actually deserves you. Not someone who’s only here to make everybody else a pawn.” <br><br>Maybe Logan had no right to request that of Delaney. But, as they had both shared via texts earlier - feelings like theirs didn’t just go away because it was convenient. He wanted her happy, but he wanted her happy with the right person. Part of him worried he’d always waffle about this decision he’d made. But he had to stick to it this time. He owed that to Rhonda. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 10:11:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Kitchen then Villa Living Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sexy little number as pictured, sans hat. &nbsp;(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/WarlikeMilkyCony-size_restricted.gif)Black sandals.<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon | Open<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Delaney shrugged and offered him a casual smile then picked up the other half of the cupcake and took a bite of it. If there was risk of something, she didn’t seem bothered by it. Though his friends sounded incredibly similar to the sorts of guys she worked with. <br><br>She chewed and swallowed, then took another bite and did the same before offering up. <br><br>“It’s as I suspected...not poisoned.” <br><br>So Devon was a Skeptic, was it? That was interesting to note and probably not surprising. He wasn’t the classic good they brought into Love Island, though it could be said in fairness that a few of the other guys weren’t either. <br><br>“And most assuredly doesn’t taste like shit.” <br><br>Satisfied that she had made her argument she put the cupcake down and extended her hand. <br><br>“I know shaking your hand seems backward since I’ve already kissed you...but I’m Delaney.”<br><br>There were few places in this world where it was acceptable to kiss a stranger.&nbsp; Love Island was a special case. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 10:37:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | A little after 6 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Smoking area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sexy little number as pictured, sans hat. &nbsp;(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/WarlikeMilkyCony-size_restricted.gif)Black sandals.<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan | Open<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Delaney saw him a half second before her asked to sit and left him stew for a few seconds more in silence before she responded. <br><br><em>“Sure, go ahead.” </em><br><br>By the time Logan had decided to grace her with his presence, Delaney was in a rather different mindset. There was a part of her that had to work not to be resentful of how this had played out. Not that he had chosen Rhonda per se, but more than he’d engaged in this dynamic of pulling her in then pushing her away, only to rinse repeat. <br><br>She didn’t begrudge him his choice, it was how he went about it that put her off. <br><br>A million things crossed her mind about how he was right. She did deserve to be someone’s first choice. She deserved someone that would actually make things up to her if they said they were going to, not get her emotions all stirred back up only to redirect for a second time. <br><br>She was silent for a long moment and let him speak until he was finished. <br><br><em>“Logan,”</em> she said gently, <em>“It’s fine.” </em><br><br>It didn’t feel fine, but she wasn’t lying. This wasn’t the first time she’d been rejected, nor would it be the last. The negativity would fade.<br><br><em>“I know where we stand.” </em><br><br>Delaney breathed a small sigh and drew her sunglasses off.<br><br><em>“But this is it.” </em><br><br>Her tone didn’t hold any malice despite her struggles, only a painful recognition that there was a boundary here. <br><br><em>“The door on ‘us’ is closed.”</em> she confirmed.<br><br>Maybe things could have been different if they’d met somewhere else, but it was often her experience that everything happened exactly as it should. She had to keep faith that this was the same and in light of that offered him a small, weathered smile.<br><br><em>“Just make sure it’s someone who actually deserves you.” </em><br><br><em>“I’ll manage.”<br></em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 12:08:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/KTwOo8F.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | A little after 6 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Living Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same shirt in pic, simple jeans and Adidas slip-ons (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQBjLq6UVYQcYAGUdYBx8V6xXXHmw6FYAZ2IEC7dmpU-RNAUa7U)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><hr><br>Logan had tried. But, Delaney was clearly in a very different head space than he was after it all played out. It was clear in the way that she paused before answering the question of whether or not he could join her. Maybe there was a part of her that had actually considered turning him away. <br><br>Perhaps her niceties had an expiration date, and were only really in effect for as long as she supposed that they might wind up together in the end. Hadn’t it been her who said that their conversation would be better to have in person? Maybe that was only the case for as long as the chat would end with him choosing her.<br><br>It didn’t seem to matter anymore; his sentiments about how if the timing of it all had worked out differently, then they would be having a rather different talk. But she didn’t seem to want that talk anymore. He had to wonder why. What was it that had changed her mind? Was it that she somehow saw Rhonda’s flowers? <br><br>Delaney tried to say that it was fine, but he could read the expression on her face even with her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses. Apparently, she had her closure on him. Logan turned to observe her better as she pulled her sunglasses off and said that their door was closed from here on out. <br><br>He supposed that was the most fair thing to do, wasn’t it? Still, he couldn’t hide the dejected look on his face. He frowned fully, reconsidering the idea that he could just pack his shit up and go home and be done with this entire ordeal, if he wanted. Even with his final words, she didn’t seem too phased. <br><br>Logan sighed greatly. “I’ve got to admit, this isn’t quite how I thought our chat would go.” He gave her a searching look, hoping to find any traceable recognition from their date together the other day. A thought occurred to him just as he had started to stand up, keeping him from doing so. “No, I don’t think you will. Not if you’re planning to go after the biggest tosser here.” <br><br>He gave her a hardened look. “Right, maybe it’s not up to me to tell you this. Maybe it’s none of my business. But, if you think I suddenly stopped caring about you, you couldn’t be more wrong.” Logan shook his head, looking back to where Mark had swiftly left his chat with River. What was the purpose of that, then? He jumped all over the girl, just to walk away when Logan did?<br><br>“Mark isn’t here for love.” He flatly said. He looked back to Delaney. Logan was being completely honest in his own perceptions and feelings. It was clear he wasn’t trying to be malicious or hoping to stir the pot for no discernible reason. “When he first spoke to me, we talked about the girls he’d be taking out.”<br><br>“Once he got to Rhonda, he said he’d be sure to let me know if he thought she was worth pursuing,” Logan chuckled an angry sound. “I reminded him that he should consider the girl’s feelings too.” He shook his head. “Mark’s playing this like a game. And he’s terrible at it. If you wind up with him, you won’t stay here. And it’ll be his fault. He’ll drag you down until you’re covered in mud. And he won’t feel bad about it, either.” Logan shrugged a shoulder. <br><br>“Did he feel bad about what he did to Rhonda at the competition? Did he feel bad about egging me on?” Logan shook his head, effectively answering the questions for Delaney. “When he first got here and I asked him about who he fancied, he talked about how the show was mental (though he said “crazy”) and how he wouldn’t date three women in six months, never mind three women in the same day.” <br><br>Logan chuckled. Yep, Mark really and honestly had said that. “Then we found out why at the comp, didn’t we? It’s because he’d rather bang three in the same family in the same weekend.” He’d also said he wasn’t there to fuck shit up for other people. But it seemed to Logan, that was all the prick had been doing since he got here.<br><br>“He even spoke about his game plan to me.” Logan was keeping his voice low, but it was evident that the more he shared, the more upset he was becoming. “Said he hoped to make a ‘quick connection’ so that he could stay in the villa for as long as possible.” Maybe that alone wasn’t enough to convince Delaney of anything. So, Logan turned in his chair to face her more directly.<br><br>“He’s here for the money. He doesn’t give a shit about any of us in here.” Logan was trying to get through to her. He needed to try. And this was probably his last chance to do so. “Look at his track record. He had a date with Grace who wouldn’t speak to him after, he had a date with Elsa and now she won’t even look at him, then Rhonda, who he basically assaulted on live telly.” <br><br>Logan raised his brows, turning his head away with a scoff. “Yeah, sounds like a right winner if you ask me.” He said, sarcastically. Another sigh left him as he wondered if all of this was being wasted on the girl beside him. He had to reconsider that when he’d first met her, he thought she was playing a bit of a game, too. Maybe they were all game players here. <br><br>“He’s just looking for a quick couple. It’s no wonder if he’s trying to hook up with you. That is, when he’s not flirting his bollocks off with the pizza delivery girl.” He gestured to River with his chin. “It’s because you’re not in a couple.” He gave her a look. He hoped she knew that he was right. “Because if you want to stay as much as him, you’ll have to couple up with him. At least until someone better comes along.” Logan hoped someone better would - and soon. <br><br>Part of him wondered if Mark was only after Delaney because it’d mess him up. Admittedly, seeing them together was something he didn’t think he could actually stomach. “Just… think on it.” He added, then paused to see if she’d add anymore, or if he should get up and go. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 16:42:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0247/5709/files/1_42d3d81c-3ba9-414c-87f1-67d59d827d4b_large.jpg?10924513498398918076)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Swim Shorts</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn11.bigcommerce.com/s-6ehfk/images/stencil/original/products/8115/24103/Addicted-Mesh-Rainbow-Swim-Short-ADS178-01-White-F__38252.1560732424.jpg?c=2?c=2&amp;imbypass=on&amp;imbypass=on)</div></div> , red compression socks and running shoes<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sam, Gwen, Open<br><br><br><hr><br>He should have talked to these two from the jump.&nbsp; It was a whole other vibe and he felt like he could breathe which was altogether welcome.&nbsp; Sam had a whole, "you do you" vibe and Gwen seemed to give zero fucks about what happened at the competition.<br><br>He gave Gwen an amused smile as she attempted to awkwardly paddle her way over to where he and Sam were in the pool when the leggy blonde upended in her floatie.&nbsp; His eyes opened wide in surprise but he hold still to see if the exuberant girl was able to extricate herself from the situation she found herself in.&nbsp; He was just starting to move towards her just incase things were getting serious when her pretty face popped up from beneath the surface of the pool.<br><br>He slipped beneath the surface, moving towards her only to resurface close to her, a hand moving to push his hair up and away from his face.&nbsp; He placed a hand on the plastic swan to make sure it stayed close, giving her what appeared to be a mock-serious face as he nodded his head slightly.<br><br><em>"Yeah.&nbsp; I saw it.&nbsp; Totally was the float and had nothing to do with you at all."</em> , he gave her a small smile and lifted an eyebrow inquisitively. His voice was a little more quiet, just a hint of concern. <em>"You okay?&nbsp; Didn't swallow too much water?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 20:00:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/MN8BkGh/devon-daniels-6.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> July 3rd, 2019 | After noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Living Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black T-Shirt with Kiuas Spirit of Ukko album art (https://www.soundi.fi/wp-content/uploads/old/soundi/record_review/Kiuas_The+Spirit+Of+Ukko_1652.jpg), Sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), Jeans, Black leather belt, Boots<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta? Right?<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><hr><br>He watched as she reached for the cupcake, the aforementioned bondage bikini shifting in interesting ways with the movement of her body. Pressing more tightly on flesh here, straps shifting there, almost as if begging for his eyes to wander her pale flesh more than the exposure offered by a swimsuit typically beckoned. Nonetheless, he did his best to keep his eyes towards her face instead as she picked the cupcake up and took a bite of it, chuckling as no one can escape the mess of moist crumbs and smeared frosting of a cupcake upon their lips.<br><br>“It’s as I suspected...not poisoned," she offered, "And most assuredly doesn’t taste like shit.” He chuckled at the statement, taking another chip from the tray. She then extended her hand, however, and offered her name. <em>Good, I have something to call her other than Bondage Bikini</em> he thought to himself. Swapping the chip to his other hand, he took her hand in his, ensuring it was still firm but not overly so. He wasn't sure who made up the rules with handshakes, but if nothing else a firm handshake grabbed someone's attention. Communicated all the buzzwords that business men liked to scrawl on white boards and pick-up artists treated as ideals and virtues rather than traits. With women, it certainly helped communicate strength, but it also communicated an intent in his action, that even something so small as a handshake was a physical gesture worth applying attention to.<br><br>And so he held her hand with the firmness of a dancer ready to lead her across the ballroom.<br><br>Or of a Viking ready to take hold of the peasant girl and sail across the world with her as his new lass. Certainly a more metal visual.<br><br>"Devon," he said with a grin, then let his fingers slip away from hers. "Now, before we get to that kiss -- a very nice one, by the way, thank you -- I'm afraid you have not put my soul at ease." He waved the chip before her, like a waggling finger looking to accuse. "How do I know you haven't already drank the antidote before coming in here, eh? I'm on to your ruse." He placed the chip in his mouth before chewing, then turned to the tray. "All seriousness, though, I'd rather eat the cupcake last. Don't wanna disappoint my moms on national television. Is that sandwich yours or is it up for grabs?"<br><br>Following confirmation of the ownership to the sandwich, he looked back into Delaney's eyes. "So, my mind was honestly quite a bit distracted during the competition. You'll have to remind me what, exactly, was the secret you believed me guilty of?" His elbows leaned forward onto his knees, a grin of amusement on his face as he was curious to hear what reasoning she'd give, if any.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 23:18:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Kitchen then Villa Living Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sexy little number as pictured, sans hat. &nbsp;(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/WarlikeMilkyCony-size_restricted.gif)Black sandals.<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon | Open<br><br><br><hr><br>Her handshake was firm and assured. The handshake of a woman that had no qualms standing toe to toe with strong men, and didn’t rely upon her gender to have the advantage. Not that it hurt, only that a charming grin and displaying her assets to best effect wasn’t the only tool in the tool box. <br><br><em>“A pleasure to meet you Devon. Even though you clearly don’t appreciate my dessert first mentality.”</em><br><br>Delaney grinned, wiped a few stray crumbs from her chest, licked the frosting from her lips and handed the plate with the full sandwich to him despite the fact that he had waved the chip at her with such accusation! <br><br><em>“All yours.” </em><br><br>As he took the plate she re-positioned to sitting cross-legged on the couch and continued eating her cupcake, because priorities. <br><br>He seemed like a well meaning guy and he smiled easily, which she appreciated. It was especially notable given the tumultuous finish to the competition a short time earlier. <br><br><em>“It was the candid camera boner during a slow dance secret.” </em><br><br>Her grin taking a more waggish slant. <br><em><br>“You seem like a pretty low key guy, and sure it was embarrassing but it isn’t way out in left field. Not like that JJ guy or something.” </em><br><br>She laughed. JJ’s secret mirrored her own and it seemed as though he just might be the other half of her soul. The extensively tatted, bad side. They didn’t have a romantic connection, but they had a surprising number of things in common. <br><br>As for Devon’s secret, that’s where she faltered. He seemed upbeat and present within their conversation and she was torn immediately between asking him about it and avoiding the topic altogether. She didn’t want to seem inconsiderate for not asking, but she also didn’t want to interject herself into something he’d rather not talk about. <br><br>For the moment, she settled for commandeering one of the chips from his plate, and giving a brief enough pause that should he wish to broach the topic it would be comfortable. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 01:46:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/41zguviWqaL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, Afternoon (post Competition)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Just <strong>Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace, Closed<br><hr><br class="clear_left">Laid back on the bed, Corey let his eyes drift shut, and for a while he simply let the buzz of the villa around him and the cool breeze from the open windows lull him into a relaxed nap.&nbsp; Gone were the thoughts of the crazy competition he had just witnessed, instead he let himself daydream that he was on a wonderful vacation with a beautiful girl, which wasn’t really that far from the truth.<br><br>As he headed down into some near meditation that would soon probably turn into snoring, Corey was not really much of one for napping but it had been an exhausting few days, he was instead snapped out of it by the arrival of Grace’s voice, and as he opened his eyes, Grace herself.&nbsp; Smiling at her, and the tray she held, Corey nodded.&nbsp; Afternoon tea was something that no one here but the Brits would likely understand.&nbsp; “Light and sweet.”&nbsp; He responded, but whether he was talking about how he took his tea or the girl in front of him was open for debate.<br><br>Corey might have had more to say, but before he could get the words out of his mouth, Grace was slipping out of her shorts, his eyes positively glued to the way the denim slowly slipped down Grace’s toned legs before ending up on the floor.&nbsp; &nbsp;If that was not enough to blank Corey’s mind, immediately after Grace became a wiggling lump under the comforter and then her swimming costume joined her jeans on the floor.&nbsp; Shorts, check.&nbsp; Swimsuit, check.&nbsp; One didn’t have to be a genius to do the math of subtracting those two items and come up with what Grace was NOT wearing.<br><br>Staring for a few seconds as Grace sighed beside him, Corey suddenly and purposefully pulled off his shirt before slipping under the covers beside her.&nbsp; Not brave enough to whip his own suit off just yet, he nevertheless was not going to pass up the opportunity to be under the sheets with a naked Grace either!&nbsp; “So nice of you to join me for a nap.”&nbsp; Corey grinned, picking up his tea and taking a little sip.&nbsp; “Although I lost the feel for napping.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Lifting up the covers just a teeny bit, Corey made a show like he was going to peek.&nbsp; “You aren’t getting glitter all over the sheets down there are you?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 01:59:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Mina, Nevada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | A little after 6 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Smoking area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sexy little number as pictured, sans hat and sunglasses. &nbsp;(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/WarlikeMilkyCony-size_restricted.gif)Black sandals.<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one #SingleAF<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan | Open<br><br><br><hr><br>Delaney listened in silence to everything Logan had to say. It was clear that he had her undivided attention and that she was actively listening to him rather than listening in order to formulate a response. Not that she wouldn’t have a response...but he needed to know that she was taking him seriously. She owed him that if nothing else.<br><br>When he was finished she sat in silence for a few moments. When he looked like he was going to walk away she spoke, and turned toward him to close the distance between them. <br><br>“Logan…,” she sighed and her expression softened, clearly impacted by what he had said.<br><br>Delaney measured her words. She wanted to get this right.<br><br>“Listen, it’s not that I don’t care for you. It’s not that I didn’t feel a connection at our date. Both of those are true and real.” <br><br>She rubbed her temples.<br><br>“I understand and even respect your desire to commit to Rhonda, but now that you’ve made that commitment, I have two days to find someone in this villa that’s willing to commit to me.”<br><br>Delaney met his eyes, trying to will him to understand. It was stressful and uncomfortable for her to have to break so abruptly from exploring their dynamic, but they both seemed to recognize the necessity.<br><br>“When you texted me, I was willing...even eager to see if we could work something out. And then a few hours later, Rhonda is getting flowers. It reinforced to me that at this stage ‘us’ is nonexistent and that I need to find someone else to build an ‘us’ with…I wasn’t prepared for that, and maybe I didn’t deal with it as gracefully as I should have.”<br><br>She took a deep breath, understanding that this part of the conversation would likely be the hardest. <br><br>“As for Mark, I understand that you have strong feelings about him, but I have always believed in forming my own opinions. There isn’t a single person that came out of that competition undiminished.”<br><br>Nothing about the competition had been calibrated to paint the Islanders in a flattering light, and most of them rose to the occasion with enthusiasm.<br><br>“You could be right about him. And if you are, I’ll take my lumps and own my mistake. You can even come tell me ‘I told you so’...rub my nose in shit. But I can’t afford to rule out possibilities.”<br><br>She reached out and, if he allowed her, placed her hand over his. <br><br>“I regret how this played out. I don’t bear you any ill will, and if our situations change in the future, I’m open to having this conversation again.” <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 01:59:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/84/Corey-Pajamas.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen -&gt; Bed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace, closed<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left">“I certainly did.&nbsp; You asked, and I answered, that’s how it works after all.”&nbsp; Corey replied with a laugh.&nbsp; “I’m not going to have everyone at home gunning to vote me off because I wasn’t fully honest with the prettiest girl here.&nbsp; I can feel my dad giving me a cuff for dodging the truth all the way from London.” He said, shaking his head and meaning every word.&nbsp; It was a game, and Corey had no illusions or frankly any designs on winning, any more than he had at least, so he’d not be bothered with stretching or bending the truth.<br><br>When Grace headed in to grab a plate, Corey took the chance to readjust the boys (damn these tight shorts!) after their kiss had sent him to more than an obvious bit of southerly attention, but soon enough followed Grace into the kitchen in time to see her heading up the stairs.&nbsp; Setting the tray of treats right out in the open where any one of the other Islanders would know they were up for grabs, Corey downed a glass of water, and then another, to keep himself hydrated after all that sugar.<br><br>Following in his Island Girls footsteps, Corey saw Grace already in bed and on her phone, so while he didn’t really have to rush through changing into his pajamas and brushing his teeth, he did anyway.&nbsp; &nbsp;Looking at the bright pink pants, Corey debated leaving them off, but wasn’t sure if that was too bold, so once more he slipped them on.&nbsp; Had he known what Grace was wearing, he would never had bothered though.<br><br>Climbing onto the bed, these pants were warm for immediately going under the covers, Corey grinned and pretended to peek at Grace’s phone.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Did I miss anything?&nbsp; Or are the girls all texting naughty bits about the boys.&nbsp; I know how you girls get…”&nbsp; He laughed, peeking past her to see what she had grabbed from the kitchen, his leg <em>just</em> brushing hers, although the covers and his ridiculous pants kept them apart<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 04:56:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/vQiVZTx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>River Silk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15025750#msg15025750)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Omni<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Topeka, Kansas<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, 3 July 2019, just after 6:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured, Black/Clear Platform Heels<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark, Elsa, Grace, Open!<br><br><hr><br>River smiled at Mark as he gave his explanation. She liked that he called himself the villain. That just made him hotter. If he'd called himself Superman she would have probably lost interest. Before she could say anything though, he was getting up and walking away. From what she could tell, it had something to do with the total hottie who'd just arrived. It was a weird vibe between them for sure, although she couldn't peg it down any more than that. Huh.<br><br>"Yeah alright." She said happily, snapping out of her confusion and going to sit by Elsa. "I mean." She said, as if ashamed of herself for not being more flirty, "Oooh baby the closer the better." She reached out and ran her hand up and down Elsa's arm in a I'm-acting-like-I'm-mock-flirting-but-I'm-actually-just-flirting manner, which was itself interrupted as she felt solid rocks of toned muscle. "Wow." She said, shaking her head and giving another squeeze just to make sure the first wasn't a fluke. Nope! "Oh god sorry." She laughed, letting go, realizing what she was doing. "I just umm...." she shook her head, nope, there was no explanation. "Go on." She said brightly, putting her hand under her head and listening to Elsa talk so that she could be the one who changed the subject. <br><br>"Oh." She said, surprised to hear that Elsa's boy had been pulled away. "Well I'd say sorry but I'm not really." She said with a shrug. She glanced in the direction Mark had left in as Elsa explained some weirdness there. "Well I guess that explains that. Sooooorta." She let the word trail out a bit as if she believed there was probably more going on, but she didn't ask what. <br><br>"Corey and Grace are don't bother, got it." She said making a mental note. She knew who the other cast were from photos she'd been shown but was largely ignorant as to what had happened thus far.<br><br>Then Elsa asked for gossip and River was only too happy to oblige. She turned her body to face directly towards Elsa, crossing her legs in the Swedish girl's direction she reached out and put a hand on her knee and said eagerly. "Okay so!" She then spread her hands in front of her rather showy-like as if she couldn't wait to dish.<br><br>"That first guy who opened the door, Logan, he's got his super hot accent, right? I know I know it's probably like a dumb American thing but British accents are so freaking hot. And he was very nice until he just sort of wandered off cuz Mark scared him. And Mark, okay, so Mark," she leaned in to whisper, not that anyone could hear them, "From what he said and what you've said he's like a total bad boy jerk and if he turned you down he's an absolute moron too, which I'm going to be brutally honest here." She put her hand on Elsa's arm this time, "Idiot jerks are <em>exactly</em> my type based on my dating history, so like, that's probably gonna happen, just being honest. And uh...." she hesitated for just a moment, "I mean I told you what I think of you, right? I mean I wasn't just being all," she affected an even-more-California accent for a moment and crossed her hands on her knees, "Oh my gosh those shoes are so cute," she dropped the accent, "with you, I like, totally mean it." She said looking into Elsa's eyes earnestly. "So you know, there's that if like, you're uh, you know uh, into people who are like, not at all in your league and have no culture or redeeming features and uh, you know, are also a totally rockin' good time." She grinned at Elsa, then glanced away quickly, almost shyly. <br><br>Well fuck totally putting myself out there to someone after just meeting them didn't take long. She thought, mentally kicking herself. <br><br>Of course, before she could even look back at Elsa to see her reaction Grace walked up. It was almost a relief. But also a huge annoyance. But that wasn't Grace's fault. She smiled at her and gave the wide-arced wave and the "Hey girl!" That social custom required on her side of the Atlantic and introduced herself, "Yeah I'm River. I'm your new competition." She grinned playfully. "I hear I'm supposed to hit on you because everyone else has?" She glanced towards Elsa as if seeking to confirm this, and also secretly to gauge her reaction to what she'd said before. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 06:59:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/KTwOo8F.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | A little after 6 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Living Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same shirt in pic, simple jeans and Adidas slip-ons (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQBjLq6UVYQcYAGUdYBx8V6xXXHmw6FYAZ2IEC7dmpU-RNAUa7U)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><hr><br>Logan didn’t regret saying what he had said to Delaney. It wasn’t his last ditch effort to create a situation where she felt uneasy about whatever choice she was going to have to make in order to stay. Of course, no one seemed to be considering a friendship couple in this season. <br><br>She seemed to soften when she replied, which was the reason he didn’t rise from his seat and walk away. After she expressed her feelings on everything, Logan looked at her, his expression difficult to read. <br><br>“You don’t have to force a relationship with anyone, Delaney.” Logan muttered, his neck craning as his head lowered again. The fact that she had chosen those words was a little more revealing. He smiled a strained smile at her. <br><br>She mentioned the text messages and Logan glanced back at her to read her face. He had told her that Rhonda wanted to chat, too - first, in fact. Logan had only texted her to apologize and to give her some more insight about his feelings. But, apparently that had been wrong, too. <br><br>He sighed, more at the situation than at her, and decided that he just had to let that part go. A lot of this, he’d just have to let go of. When the conversation shifted to Mark, she made no secret about how he was basically the only guy she was now considering.<br><br>Logan couldn’t help shaking his head when Delaney made her excuses for him, even chortling when she tried to make it sound like she had to find out his flaws for herself. Even though that guy basically assaulted another islander. Maybe that sort of display worked for Delaney?<br><br>Maybe Mark was her typical sort of guy. And maybe that’s why she entered the villa single. He supposed it actually wasn’t up to him at the end of the day. She’d make her own mistakes and when they blew up in her face, she thought a good consolation piece for him would be that he got to tell her he was right. <br><br>Logan just shook his head at that part, a hand raising to scratch at his beard. She reached over and put her hand over his. Logan turned to look at her again, somehow managing a half smile. He rotated his thumb over her skin and caressed it lightly. “I’ve had to tell myself this whole time that the decision I’m making is the right one to make. But the truth is that I don’t know if it is. And I won’t know until this is all over.” <br><br>He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed her skin softly, then released her as he stood up from his seat. “I’m around if you need me,” he mentioned, partially in response to her sentiment about talking this over again at a later point in time. He wanted to say he was happy for her, but he wasn’t. Not when she was going to go with Mark. <br><br>“Good luck,” he added as he walked away. It wasn’t an insincere wish… but it did carry a heavy connotation with it. Like he knew that she needed luck on her side. Which was why he wished it for her.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 07:38:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/7N7A4273-copy-land-1600x1065.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>Same as Comp picture (https://pics.wikifeet.com/Victoria-Magrath-Feet-3772556.jpg) (Orange swimming costume and jean booty shorts)</del> Heels in picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br>Grace had bit her lip shortly after settling against the sheets and pillow, naked beneath that pillowy comforter. She had been caught up in watching how Corey stared at her, his face a bit flushed and his eyes as wide as saucers. Instead of bashfully retreating into a shell like a tortoise might, however, Corey peeled his own T-shirt off and sank back against the comfort of the bed. <br><br>Smirking at him as he started to lift the sheets as if to sneak a glance, Grace playfully pushed the sheets down again, hiding herself beneath the cloud like blanket. At least he had started by saying it was nice of her to join him for a bit of a nap. Except, he confessed, he no longer felt like napping. “Oh, is that so? Well, then we’d best get out of bed, shouldn’t we?” She twisted away from him, acting like she was about to get up and out. <br><br>But Corey’s comment about the glitter made her turn back to gape and gawk fully at him. She couldn’t hold that look for long, though. Instead, she broke out into a fit of laughter, her mouth still stuck open. “Why you-!” She shoved him gently, aware that she only had minor use of her strength, considering her compromising position… and lack of clothing. Not that she’d shove him far if she really tried, anyhow.<br><br>Which reminded her to sneak a glimpse at him topless. Corey was packing quite a bit of muscle definition. Actually… he was incredibly fit beneath his baggy and funnily patterned T-shirts. She had only caught a brief look in the pool the other day. But an up close view was much better. <br><br>“No, there are no more glitter mishaps, I will have you know,” she felt the need to set the record straight, still chuckling in a little shock, before finding a baggy T-shirt - one she had stuck beneath her pillow for just this reason. Grace turned away slightly, sitting up in bed and working the shirt over her head, arms through the sleeves after that. <br><br>Corey would only see her bare back and maybe, if he was really looking, a glimpse of side boob. Her oversized sleep shirt (https://d2h1pu99sxkfvn.cloudfront.net/b0/2599118/410081670_v89j5Iu7fP/P0.jpg) had a comic book art style on it, displaying a woman thinking about “so many boys,” specifically Superman and Batman. Because what girl didn’t want a superhero? Grace wore a look of impishness on her face as she laid back down and settled beside Corey once more. “Though, maybe you’d rather take a look for yourself… in the backseat of your car.” She teased, shifting a little closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 07:56:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/newpix/2018/06/05/21/4CF148C300000578-5809533-image-a-131_1528228835898.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Heading to bed<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br>“Right, remember that Corey is very literal.” Grace made a note to herself, only speaking it out loud in case Corey just so happened to hear it. She chuckled, shaking her head and tutting as she collected the food together. Once their meal was upstairs and Corey joined her there, Grace smiled at him. Until she realized he had brushed his teeth already. “Do you always brush your teeth before you eat?” She jested, perking a brow at him. <br><br>Or maybe he had planned to not eat any dinner, after all? She supposed he did just consume loads of sugar, hadn’t he? “Right, the cupcakes and cookies. That’s a dinner of champions.” She laughed softly. Corey was still wearing those same awful pajamas that his mates had packed for him and made her realize he honestly only had that one pair of pajamas. “I’d better start getting used to these, hm?” She tugged at his pant leg.<br><br>Corey had leaned over to check her phone over her shoulder, his words making Grace gasp in feigned horror. “I beg your pardon!” She was acting rather scandalized. “I will have you know that my phone has no one’s naughty bits in them!” She took the word ‘bits’ to literally mean privates, as it often did. But not always. And not in this case. “But I wouldn’t complain about a certain someone’s…” She whispered, only after leaning into his ear.<br><br>Grace moved away just as quickly, turning and twisting away to set her phone down. When she moved, the sheet moved with her, her shirt not as baggy as she thought, slid up her body, especially while she stretched out a bit, flashing Corey a bit of her ass in the process. When she moved back, she was holding a bowl that held two forks in it. “Do you want some?”<br><br>Given the sight he’d just been presented, Corey might have misunderstood her question, but Grace did raise the bowl toward him. It was pineapple chicken with a sticky glaze, over a bed of steamed veggies and white rice. She offered him a fork, pointing to the one that angled toward him, while she pulled the other free and leaned forward to take a big bite. “Mmm.” She grinned, finishing her bite. “It looked too good to pass up. And pineapple’s your favorite tropical fruit, right?” She licked her lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 15:01:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/MN8BkGh/devon-daniels-6.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> July 3rd, 2019 | After noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Living Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black T-Shirt with Kiuas Spirit of Ukko album art (https://www.soundi.fi/wp-content/uploads/old/soundi/record_review/Kiuas_The+Spirit+Of+Ukko_1652.jpg), Sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), Jeans, Black leather belt, Boots<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cleo Balleta? Right?<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><hr><br>Devon took the offered plate and immediately snagged the sandwich. As he was taking a bite she informed him of which secret she assumed was his own, and upon hearing it he nearly coughed the bite of sandwich right out. He placed the back of his hand to his mouth, unable to suppress his own smile as she explained her logic. Right. <em>That</em> secret. He chewed his sandwich, shaking his head before responding.<br><br>"I'm so glad I come off as such a virgin that you'd think I'd pop a woody just from slow-dancing with my bud's mom," he said, though with a smile and a good-natured tone. He was clearly not actually offended. He went to take another bite of sandwich, but paused, his head tilting in thought. "Though... if the mom looked at all like <em>Caroline</em>...." He turned back to Delaney and gave a wink, but then shook his head once more. "Nah, never crushed on any of my friends' moms. I was often too busy playing guitar at their wedding, anyway. Cheaper than a DJ that plays the same pop hits everyone's already got on their iPhones anyway."<br><br>He finally took a second bite of the sandwich, his eyes roaming over some of Delaney's swimsuit unintentionally, though certainly appreciatively. She was definitely a good looking woman, and wondered if she so freely walked around in this manner due to the environment or because that's how she typically was. Not the question he'd ask, though. So once he finished his next bite, he moved on.<br><br>"How about your secret?" he raised an eyebrow. "You kind of have the advantage here, because, as stated, I was a bit distracted. I was able to keep track of whose secrets were revealed, but for multiple obvious reasons wasn't really listening much. So you could say anything and I can believe it." He took one more bite, adjusting so one leg was on the couch, allowing him to turn more fully towards her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 15:43:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa outdoor beds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Owen(Lustful)<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://images.immediate.co.uk/production/volatile/sites/3/2017/08/109183.png?quality=90&amp;lb=620,413&amp;background=white)</div> Talking to Owen was having the effect of numbing the earlier sting of being slighted during the competition. It was really nice getting to actually have a conversation with someone else from the villa. Laying here on a bed, outdoors in the moment, enjoying the warm Mallorca sun rays, next to a beautiful pool and just chatting to some random athlete it all had the feel of being at a resort. This is the way it should feel. She popped another small chocolate in her mouth, savoring it a moment before she decided to respond. <br><br>Elsa smiled at Owen and said, <strong>"An official jersey would be really amazing. Extra large and I'll turn it into my pajamas."</strong> She laughed a little. <strong>"I bet I could increase my Instagram following by posting a picture in it. At the same time my brothers would just die. I guarantee they'd be on the next flight to New Zealand just to pick up their own jersey's so I didn't one up them..."</strong> She chuckled again. <strong>"We are a slightly competitive family."</strong><br><br>Grabbing a small chocolate bar she bit off a piece, chewed it up a little and continued talking once her mouth wasn't so full. <strong>"My brothers play or played almost every sport they could. Sweden is a very active country when it comes to athletics. But I think their favorite sports are football, hockey, and they helped form a sevens rugby team. There's a bit of a sevens league going on around Stolkholm. I haven't lived back home for a couple years but when I was there I think they had six teams playing from around the area. Once a year they hold a little tournament and I think they have a short season leading up to it."</strong> She grinned. <strong>"Can you picture me playing rugby sevens as a teen with a group of boys all around six feet tall. Now you can see why I was going to the gym all the time. Football was most challenging, because they could run so much faster than I could. I ended up playing goal keeper a lot when we played that. My best sport against the boys was always basketball. I'm a far better shot (https://youtu.be/-oFbi_cmSig?t=188) than they are."</strong> Elsa gave him a wink. <strong>"My poppa was the motivator for sports for us all. Whenever we'd travel places he would like to take in the games and to do his business meetings there. So we'd get to go be the the sky boxes. We'd run around, eat and have fun and excitedly watch the games. Then after vacation we'd be back home and out playing the games. Poppa would always tell my brothers take me along with them. There wasn't a lot of girls near where I lived. Mostly older boys. So I played with them. I think it's part of the reason my Poppa sent me off to spend half years at boarding schools and private schools for girls. Cause he didn't want me to be so isolated from girls my age. Plus he always wanted me taking different courses from what he felt were the best teachers in certain subjects. Off topic there."</strong> <br><br><strong>"What got you into the sport?"</strong> Elsa grinned as she looked Owen up and down than gave his leg a friendly nudge with her foot. <strong>"Other than the fact that you look like your naturally built for sports. Also, why is a professional athlete here in the villa again? There would certainly be no shortage of girls waiting to fill your bed. Must be a story behind that."</strong><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 16:30:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | 6pm'ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa kitchen | eating area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> River | Grace | Delaney(pending) | Open... no where to hide in the Love Island Maximum Security Prison<br><strong>Mood</strong>:&nbsp; Halsey - Bad at Love (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdYFuCp3m9k)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(http://i1.cdnds.net/15/23/618x412/uktv-love-island-villa-03.jpg)</div> River had casually put her hand on Elsa but Elsa didn't really notice it to much at first. She was used to touchy freely type people. In fact she was one of them herself. But she let out a little giggle when River said<em> "Oooh baby the closer the better."</em> River seemed to fumble a little over her words after that, it was endearing and she was so over the top about how she was that it felt like having a long time friend around. Given Elsa's history with dorm room friends at college, it gave her the impression that River was possibly flirting with her. Elsa just smiled, she liked girls ,it was cool with her.<br><br>Listening attentively she continued to stuff her maw with the za. Occasionally wiping the grease off her chin with a napkin as River dished on what she thought of the boys so far. Elsa's head nodded, <strong>"Mark is totally hot. I was into that too at least before today. I get where you're coming from. Haven't really had much of a chance to interact with Logan. He's been a busy boy, I think and the two of them have something going on between them. Honestly I feel a bit out of the loops on the details of what's going on. All the boys are acting very confusing to me."</strong> Elsa chuckled. A moment later, her face was a little shocked at the revelation that River was into her. Not that she was completely surprised but her candid openness about it was startling. Of course she was American so that's probably just how they do things. Which was a terrible stereotype of her to make but she had only limited experience interacting with Americans so far in her life. Although most of them had been very positive. In fact, one of her best Crossfit friends was an American. Elsa just sort of nodded naively at first then her head tilted and she set her pizza down. <br><br>At just that moment, Grace came along, helping herself to some pizza and greeting them both as she approached the table. She looked like she was glowing. River introduced herself and Elsa laughed as River told Grace that she was going to hit on her because she was told to. <br><br>River looked back to Elsa for some sort of answer but she was to busy chuckling and trying to pick up her slice of pizza to hide her face. Retreating with the pizza slice, she set it back down. The other slice having long since been devoured, only a dirty napkin to mark it's previous existence. <br><br>Elsa said,<strong> "Hi Grace, I'm doing great. I just met River. She's amazing. It's like a ray of sunshine walked into the villa. What about you? You look so happy. Things must be going well with Corey?"</strong> She turned to look at River. <strong>"You're not wrong, I think everyone has taken Grace out on a date... Is it a conspiracy?"</strong> She looked back to Grace with a grin as if the other girl might know the answer. <strong>"Where is your boy?"</strong><br><br>Having a face that naturally wore a slight smile and ever so slightly shy expression, Elsa wasn't giving up any secrets about her feelings on the subject of being hit on by the new girl. River was going to have to come right out and ask her question again to get an answer. The situation had caught Elsa off guard so she was ducking it a little bit.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 17:22:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fUo5lt0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | after midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> grassy area at the far edge of the Infinity Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon(Capone) | in the Villa there is no hiding<br><em><strong>Mood</strong></em>:&nbsp; <acronym title="Slept on my arm">Sov på min arm (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxfBGyYnWq8)</acronym><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GlZeR2L.jpg)</div> Snogging with Devon was exactly what she needed. The moment felt right, it had been unexpected and very comfortable. Elsa was happy in this moment feeling very content and relaxed with their embrace. This was how things were supposed to go. She didn't have time to think about the fact that it wasn't even a date, nothing was planned, it had all flowed naturally. His hands felt good on her body, she was excited to let him explore and explore him. Elsa was smiling into the kiss when he placed his hands on her ass and squeezed. She kissed him a little deeper and longer. Her body was receptive to the touches, leg curling while his hand trailed along down in under and to the back of her knee. The light touch of his fingers causing her leg to stretch out straight for a moment, the ticklish sensations tingling as they traced lines up along the back of her leg. Her muscles flexed and she moaned softly into the deeper hungry kiss that Devon began.&nbsp; She could have stopped him at this point but she needed it as much as she wanted it. There were no plans on stopping this from happening, her head space was not in that place at all. <br><br>That's when Devon slammed on the breaks, his body going cold and rigid. He left her laying there looking up at him. Slowly moving himself down beside her as he apologized and said stuff that she was having a hard time registering in the moment. Her body was still in the full on - go go go - mode, the brain cells not fully able to compute the current actions. But she still heard him, it just took a moment longer to process. She swallowed and blinked a few times, catching her breath as she did so.<br><br>Casually, smoothly, Elsa turned her body to face his. The leg that had only recently been at his side now gradually fell across his body wrapping up around his side again. This time she turned with it and slid on top of him, straddling him as she did so. Some parts of her most likely rubbing against his as she moved. Reaching up to take his face with her hands, she gently run her fingers along his cheeks, curling them and scratching lightly at the stubble with her short french manicured nails. <br><br>Looking into his eyes, Elsa said, <strong>"No... I mean yes. Please stay tonight out here with me. If it gets cold we'll go inside. But no, no sorries. No you aren't going to hurt me. I'm not a delicate piece of glass."</strong> She leaned up, rising her backside up so she could lean up all the way to his face. The show's cameras getting one hell of a gratuitous backside shot of her clinging underwear. She stole a quick kiss or at least tried to. <strong>"Let's cuddle."</strong> She let herself slide off of him to his side, leg still draping over him as she nuzzled into the crook of his arm, head against his chest and shoulder. <strong>"This is nice. I need this, maybe you do too."</strong> Her arm reached back, grabbing the comfy and dragging it up across them both as she brought it to lay across his chest. <strong>"If you are okay with this?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 20:36:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://alchetron.com/cdn/jemima-west-ac84ac5c-dda8-4ab0-8144-378a95db251-resize-750.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samantha Jeuil (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15005952#msg15005952)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Perth, Australiia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3, July 2019| Afternoon || 3, July 2019, Later Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pool || Villa Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fae01.alicdn.com%2Fkf%2FHTB1L7cHPpXXXXaWapXXq6xXFXXXz%2FBLESSKISS-High-Neck-Bikini-Women-Swimwear-2018-Hot-Printed-Green-Leaf-Bandage-Swimsuit-Bikini-Set-Bathing.jpg&amp;f=1&amp;nofb=1)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody Apparently&nbsp; ???<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark, Gwen, open || River, and pretty much the whole villa apparently<br><hr><br>Gwen supressed a laugh at Gwen's antics as the other young woman attempted to extricate herself from the floating death trap, according to Gwen that is. Turning to Mark after he spoke to her. "why are you offering? you seem to be in much the same boat. Corey... is different from the rest here, I can tell that just from the little bit I've talked with him, and that bint is gonna break his heart. Either during the show or after it, Garunteed, I've seen bints like her before, claim they want something 'real' but really just want a little puppy to follow them around, get off on the attention and the power." Sam finished her rant and reddened a bit. "sorry, got a bit of history with those kinda people.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 20:49:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.tvovermind.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/zach-gilford-640x428.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Harding (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004164#msg15004164)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight <br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stilwater, MN, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3. July 2019| Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside Villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What you see in the pic (http://Outfit URL)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Gwen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gwen<br><hr><br>As James kept talking he felt but didn't really notice Gwen getting closer to him before hugging him again from the side, somewhat disconnecting as he spoke about the painful recent past. He was brought back as he felt his shirt get wet from her tears and she held him <strong>”I’m so sorry..”</strong> she said to him, her breath tickling his neck as she pulled away from the hug. James feeling a slight momentary loss at no longer having her so intimately close. "No, I'm sorry Gwen, I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm sorry, I understand if you want to.." He was cut off by her gently pressing her lips to his, after a moment of shock he returned the favor, feeling her shift to sit on his lap as he pulled her closer into the kiss, his roiling sea of thoughts calming for a brief moment as they kissed. Before it could get to a proper snog though he pulled back, cupping her face as he gazed into her eyes. "That was.." he trailed off before glancing at a nearby clock. "I'm sorry, I'd love to finish this but I have to go to that celebration or whatever with the rest of the guys, finish this later?" He asked her before extricating himself from their intimate position before heading outside to meet the vehicle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragongoddess</strong> on <strong>15-09-2019, 10:14:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/fa/be/50fabee4df34c852489387f95f83f61e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Cassandra Pendragon</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006244#msg15006244)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> <br><em>Birth / Childhood:</em> Limerick, Shannon Region, Ireland<br><em>Current:</em> County Down, Northern Ireland / United Kingdom Region, Ireland<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July 2019, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Walkway<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This shirt with black short shorts (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ca/e4/b3/cae4b395d8727e21c27293887b1ca151.jpg) --&gt; Towel --&gt; Outfit in Picture (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/fa/be/50fabee4df34c852489387f95f83f61e.jpg) with this silver and red Claddagh ring (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61NiN8RYXSL._UL1500_.jpg) on her right hand, tip of the heart pointing out<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen Christopher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002076#msg15002076)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> | Owen Christopher | Delaney Clarke (Mentioned) | JJ (Mentioned) | OPEN! |<br><hr>Cassandra had a difficult time keeping herself calm and collected when Owen told her about his own date with Delaney.&nbsp; Sure, she had already known but hearing it from him did not help her feel any better about the idea.&nbsp; In order to give herself a minute, she took a long drink of the coffee Owen had brought her as she listened to the rest of what he had to say.&nbsp; When he mentioned that he accepted, her knuckles turned white with the strength of her grip on the cup.<br><br>As she pulled the mug away from her mouth, she nodded her head.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Yea, no, no.&nbsp; I understand…”</span></span>&nbsp; She lied.&nbsp; She knew the contract they had signed said they had to accept the dates but it didn’t make it any easier either.&nbsp; After last night, she still wasn’t sure how well they were clicking.&nbsp; Owen was hard to get a read on but she was glad he confirmed that they were in good standing.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “I get it.&nbsp; I mean, it’s not like we have much choice in the matter once the invitation is extended, is it?&nbsp; But thank you for your consideration.”</span></span><br><br>Even though Owen had offered to return home, well back to the villa at least, after the date, it didn’t make Cassandra any less upset about him going out with Delaney in the first place.&nbsp; So when she said her response, she had to try really hard not to have that show in her voice.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Besides, I said yes to JJ too.&nbsp; I hope you don’t mind.”</span></span><br><br>After only a moment’s pause as she downed the rest of her coffee, Cassandra lifted the empty cup.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Anyways, I should probably go take care of this.&nbsp; We’ll catch up later?”</span></span>&nbsp; At this point, she wasn’t sure continuing this conversation was such a good idea.&nbsp; She definitely didn’t like the idea that Owen was going to be going out with the new girl and if he didn’t like the fact that she was going to go out with JJ, it was only a matter of time until this turned into a fight rather than a discussion.&nbsp; At this point, a fight with the guy she was coupled with didn’t seem like a good idea.&nbsp; However, she also wasn’t going to just walk away from him either.&nbsp; That wouldn’t look much better than picking a fight this early on, would it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragongoddess</strong> on <strong>15-09-2019, 10:19:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0e/2d/d1/0e2dd1ed9db57705f548c298ca48f1d5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Cassandra Pendragon</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006244#msg15006244)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> <br><em>Birth / Childhood:</em> Limerick, Shannon Region, Ireland<br><em>Current:</em> County Down, Northern Ireland / United Kingdom Region, Ireland<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 July 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Same as in Picture Above &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0e/2d/d1/0e2dd1ed9db57705f548c298ca48f1d5.jpg) with these heels (https://cdn-img.prettylittlething.com/0/8/4/6/0846027d88357f1d17aa8242ef455805fc75ba28_CLU0936_5.JPG), <br>these bangles (https://cdn3.volusion.com/dexlc.mxapd/v/vspfiles/photos/bgh-05-t7kd-S-2.jpg) on her left wrist, this choker (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/6729597/il_fullxfull.307266563.jpg), and <br>this Claddagh ring (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/29/50/66/29506615c6184affc9da50e04f971401.jpg) on her right hand with the tip of the heart pointed <em>away</em> from her hand to symbolize being single<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <span style="font-family: Book Antiqua;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Owen Christopher</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002076#msg15002076)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Owen Christopher | OPEN! |<br><hr>Cassandra was amazed that they let someone so unordinary on the show.&nbsp; Sure, they had had other people who definitely couldn’t be considered ordinary before but somewhere there must have been many fans who would recognize the face of a professional athlete.&nbsp; Surely, a few of those people must have realized he was going to be on the show, didn’t it?&nbsp; Was this just a ploy by the show producers to bring more interest to the show?&nbsp; Cassie couldn’t help but run questions like this through her mind, though she didn’t even consider the idea that if his fans were watching, they’d probably be cheering and voting for him too.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “A rugby player, huh?”</span></span>&nbsp; She said contemplatively.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “So, if you’re an athlete…”</span></span>&nbsp; She paused as if trying to figure out how to word her thoughts.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Why are you here?”</span></span>&nbsp; Shaking her head, she quickly revised what she was saying.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “I mean, there must be plenty of women throwing themselves at you, right?&nbsp; And wouldn’t it be easier to stay on the field if you were practicing instead of here trying to meet someone?”</span></span>&nbsp; Then it hit her.&nbsp; If he was on the edge and wanting to continue with the sport, maybe he was just here for the money.&nbsp; She wasn’t sure why he would do that but financial concerns weren’t the concern of someone in a new relationship, was it?&nbsp; Besides, she didn’t expect the truth if she did try to ask.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “I’m actually a full-time student.”</span></span>&nbsp; Cassandra continued on, glad to change the subject.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “I mean I do some modelling on the side since learning doesn’t pay but really, I’m just a student.”</span></span>&nbsp; She started to laugh again as if she was trying to make a joke but this time, she didn’t laugh very long.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Anyways, my so-called career isn’t that interesting.&nbsp; Really, my career,”</span></span> She said, emphasizing the word career, <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “hasn’t even started yet.&nbsp; That’ll happen when I finally earn my degree.”</span></span><br><br>Watching the last rays of the sun drift below the horizon, she tried to close the gap between herself and the man she was coupled with.&nbsp; After the time they spent talking, she still wasn’t sure she knew him all that well but she was going to try to change that tomorrow…unless something threw a wrench in that plan.&nbsp; Her head laid on his shoulder and she was quiet for a moment.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “So, uh…”</span></span>&nbsp; She started, not sure where she was actually going with this.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “It looks like everyone’s starting to file in for the night.&nbsp; I’m going to stay out here for a while but if you’d like to go in too, I’ll meet you up there in a bit.”</span></span>&nbsp; She offered, not sure what his plans were at this point.&nbsp; Honestly, she wasn’t exactly sure if he would feel more comfortable going up alone and getting used to the place before he was joined in the bed or going up together but at least this way, he had a chance to decide for himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragongoddess</strong> on <strong>15-09-2019, 10:28:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-sof1-1.cdninstagram.com/vp/08c673e43f3604a3a39620c90ad9e90f/5DFB7A5F/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/56551827_280544312898331_3495596587524980311_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-sof1-1.cdninstagram.com)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Cassandra Pendragon</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006244#msg15006244)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> <br><em>Birth / Childhood:</em> Limerick, Shannon Region, Ireland<br><em>Current:</em> County Down, Northern Ireland / United Kingdom Region, Ireland<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July 2019, After the Competition<br><strong>Location:</strong> Diary Room --&gt; Makeup Room --&gt; Bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Picture (https://scontent-sof1-1.cdninstagram.com/vp/08c673e43f3604a3a39620c90ad9e90f/5DFB7A5F/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/56551827_280544312898331_3495596587524980311_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-sof1-1.cdninstagram.com) with this basic Claddagh ring (https://cdn3.volusion.com/ce2y7.wtun4/v/vspfiles/photos/Claddagh-Ring-SL-SL92-2T.jpg?1485867650) on her right hand, tip of the heart pointing out, and these sandals (http://i.dailymail.co.uk/fff2/images/2016/9/18/cf9468e75f56cd0828b0e4821cae5878.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen Christopher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002076#msg15002076)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> | Guys (Mentioned) | Corey (Mentioned) | Devon (Mentioned) | OPEN! |<br><hr><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Fuck!&nbsp; Fuck!&nbsp; Fuck!&nbsp; God Fucking Damn It!”</span></span>&nbsp; Cassandra started screaming the moment the door to the Diary Room closed behind her.&nbsp; As she reached the chair, she kicked it in rage before throwing herself into it and grabbing a pillow to scream into.<br><br>After the competition, Cassandra had been one of the first to leave the area after Caroline revealed the secret that hadn’t been revealed.&nbsp; Luckily, the redhead had been able to hold in her temper, appearing perfectly normal and unaffected by the competition and everything that happened until now.&nbsp; That, she was thankful for.&nbsp; At least Owen and JJ wouldn’t think any less of her than they already did for this reaction, she hoped.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “You know, this game is just meant to fuck with our heads, isn’t it?”</span></span>&nbsp; Cassie asked the camera as she brought the pillow away from her face to hug it in front of herself as she lazed on the chair, spread out sideways across it.&nbsp; The anger had boiled to a point where burning tears were streaming down her cheeks, making them glisten.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “I mean, you think you start to like someone and then the producers go throwing you through a loop.&nbsp; Perfect example, the guys secrets get revealed and most of them have such pathetic secrets.&nbsp; I mean, come on, were any of those really something they needed to hide?&nbsp; Well, except maybe Corey.&nbsp; That boy probably has a million “whatever” secrets hidden in his closet.”</span></span>&nbsp; She ranted, putting the word whatever in hand quotations.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “And then we get to the girls and they have to go for one of my worst secrets and they go twisting it to their own selfish gain!&nbsp; Do they get a kick out of our turmoil or some shit?&nbsp; I swear, it’s fucking ridiculous!&nbsp; I mean, yes, I’m not gonna lie and say I <em>didn’t</em> cheat on every guy I’ve been with but they took out the circumstances to make me look like the bad guy.&nbsp; Fucking ridiculous…”</span></span>&nbsp; At this point in her rant, Cassie quickly jumped to a whole different matter without even a breath.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “And then the guys!&nbsp; Sure, we’re playing a game but some of them really think it’s just that a game.&nbsp; A chance to mess with girls and think they can get away with it!&nbsp; I mean what the fuck!&nbsp; UUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!&nbsp; I am just so done!&nbsp; They better bring in a good guy soon cuz I think I’m gonna lose it if all these guys think they’re gonna keep playing these games and acting like players.&nbsp; It may be a game but some of those guys went so overboard with it.&nbsp; At least Corey had the right idea kissing the girl he actually wants to be with.&nbsp; And Devon too.&nbsp; Such a gentleman during this game.&nbsp; Maybe I should have chosen him to begin with…”</span></span>&nbsp; She joked, finally calming down to a point where she felt like she could leave the room without completely blowing up at anyone.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Definitely not the guy I expected him to be.”</span></span><br><br>After finishing her rant to the audience and hearing a knock on the Diary Room door, Cassie wiped her thumb under each of her eyes, doing her best to make it look like she hadn’t just been crying before leaving.&nbsp; Unfortunately, she was sure her eyes were probably red and puffy but she had some pretty damn good waterproof and long-lasting makeup so she wasn’t so worried about that.&nbsp; Though her first stop actually was the mirrors for a few quick touchups before she went to hide in the back of the hallway off the bedroom, near the locked door until a member of the crew came up and told her to move.&nbsp; After that, Cassie just sat between two of the beds, her legs brought up to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs, and forehead laying on her knees.&nbsp; She was starting to drift off when a voice startled her and brought her back.&nbsp; She wasn’t sure who it was, nor was she moving to find out who it was but if they were looking for her, they’d certainly find her.&nbsp; There really wasn’t a way to hide in the villa.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>15-09-2019, 14:22:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/In-The-Frow-Burberry-Amber-Rose-Photography-25.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Dinner time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outdoor Kitchen | Dining table<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cover-up (https://malaysia.timbangharga.com/cf/1050/cdn/HTB1mjM.KkCWBuNjy0Faq6xUlXXap/2018-Solid-Beach-Cover-up-Bandage-Sexy-Tunics-for-Beach-Women-Bathing-suit-cover-up-women.jpg) over a bikini that's not entirely visible and these wedges (https://debenhams.scene7.com/is/image/Debenhams/067010408780_SC?wid=333&amp;hei=333&amp;qlt=80&amp;op_usm=1.1,0.5,0,0&amp;fmt=webp)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa | River | Open<br><br><hr><br>Grace had missed some of the conversation between Elsa and River by the time she had approached to join them. It was probably for the best that she stay out of talks about Mark, but when she realized she might have been encroaching on a potential flirty session, she felt badly. Taking a seat, Grace looked between the two girls, taking her first bite of pizza and helping herself to the bottle of pink wine set out in front of them. At dinner time, the wine was often left sitting out like a tempting offer to those who appreciated having something to drink. <br><br>Pizza paired well with wine, in Grace’s experience. Though, to be fair, she had a hard time finding something that didn’t quite go well with wine. River introduced herself after greeting her with a classic ‘Hey girl!’ Her energy was immediately coming through, radiating off of her and spicing the villa up, whether she intended it to or not. It was refreshing, actually. And not just because River was a new arrival who intended to shake things up. More so, it was because she was so unique, in and of herself. <br><br>When she called herself competition, Grace chuckled, knowing River was being playful. Though, at this stage in the show, she wasn’t too worried about another girl running away with Corey. It was possible, she realized - anything was in an environment like this - but her intuition told her that he was all in on her just as much as she was all in on him. Since day dot, in fact. At the mention of everyone hitting on her, Grace laughed a little louder. Thankfully, her bite of pizza had been swallowed by then.<br><br>“Well, I don’t know about everyone.” She confirmed, thinking of quite a few boys who hadn’t seemed to even consider her a viable option; Devon, James, Owen, and Logan. Elsa answered Grace’s question while complimenting the lovely River at the same time, causing Grace to flash a smile at them both. She nodded at Elsa’s remark, clearly agreeing. But then she brought up how things must be going well with Corey. “Mmmhm,” She impishly grinned. “You could say that we’ve been getting on well.” Her resulting giggle was telling. <br><br>Elsa seemed to agree about the guys grafting on her and Grace had to shake her head, looking scandalized for the moment. “No! Not Devon or James or Owen… Or Logan.” She rattled off the names of the guys who hadn’t flirted with her in the least. “In fact, apart from Devon, I’ve not spoken a word to the other three.” She laughed gently, realizing she’d taken the banter a bit too seriously. “Honestly, the fewer guys looking at me from here on out, the better.” She nodded at Elsa’s suspicion. “I am quite smitten.” <br><br>When she asked where Corey was, Grace smirked, rather liking how ‘her boy’ sounded as a nickname for him. “He went out to the dinner lad date with Devon.” Grace turned round in her seat to look briefly at the other guys still milling about at the villa. “Hopefully they picked the right outing.” The last thing they needed was to bump into JJ or Mark while out. Though, after she extended her apology to the two of them, Grace had to hope that everything was officially settled.<br><br>“Anyway, I’ll be right back. Must get a glass for this. Does anyone want one?” Grace stood, leaving her plate of pizza behind, since she intended to come back, and then headed off to the kitchen, bottle in hand. There, she grabbed a wine glass for herself, along with any other glasses depending on if the others wanted some. She took to pouring the pink liquid into the glasses, then set the bottle down carefully and started back for the dining table, balancing the glasses in her hands as carefully as she could. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>15-09-2019, 15:10:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://alchetron.com/cdn/jemima-west-ac84ac5c-dda8-4ab0-8144-378a95db251-resize-750.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Samantha Jeuil (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15005952#msg15005952)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Perth, Australiia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3, July 2019, Later Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fae01.alicdn.com%2Fkf%2FHTB1L7cHPpXXXXaWapXXq6xXFXXXz%2FBLESSKISS-High-Neck-Bikini-Women-Swimwear-2018-Hot-Printed-Green-Leaf-Bandage-Swimsuit-Bikini-Set-Bathing.jpg&amp;f=1&amp;nofb=1)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody Apparently&nbsp; ???<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> River, and pretty much the whole villa apparently<br><hr><br>After a nice relaxing chat with Mark and Gwen, and getting to know more about some of the other people that, luck have it, she would be spending the rest of the summer with. Sam made her way into the villa in the search of this yet another new contestant. She found her, sitting with Elsa and Grace in the kitchen. She smiled at them and at the boxes of pizza "Hello! ooh pizza! you have no idea how I've been craving some of this and its only been 3 days, I have a problem I know." She said as she grabbed a plate and a couple slices, being mindful of the other contestants and the fact that some havent gotten any yet. Sitting at a nearby table as to not make the one more crowded she joined the conversation. "I'm Samantha, but Sam is fine, I see you've met Elsa and the Ice Queen, And was that Mark walking out? really making the rounds huh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>15-09-2019, 22:21:33</strong>
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				<br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/57/29/9a/57299a7cdac719dd3185308b2f246aa0.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3, July 2019 - mid afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa inside - sitting on the couch with James<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> James Harding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> James<br><br><br><br><hr><br><br><strong>“It’s not that you upset me. I just feel bad for you. For being selfish in wanting to keep you for myself.”</strong><br><br>When James kissed her back, she was elated. That moment stolen from everyone else as they were alone. The kiss was warming and she leaned into him, her bottom shifted on his lap. It had been a bit since she kissed someone that she wanted to keep close. Someone she could open up to. They were all there for love or else they wouldn’t take that chance, yeah? She heard him say he was promoting his book but she believed deep down he had hoped for someway to get back that feeling of being alive. Gwen could only hope that she was doing that for him.<br><br>When he pulled back, mid kiss which was leaning into more, she stared back into his eyes. Her cheeks flushed red and she licked her lips, tasting him there and it made her smile ever so lightly. She had been waiting for him to say he was sorry but he couldn’t do this with her so soon. However, she felt like she had been waiting a lifetime for someone like James. He was so genuine and real. When he said he wanted to finish this later, she smiled warmly knowing full well she was going to cash that in later that night. <br><br>He mentioned the guys night out and a jealous pang went through her, knowing she wanted to go on a trip outside the villa. She thought about it and it wasn’t just wanting to go out, but she wanted to go with him. A proper date, dinner, dancing or a movie. Just walked about holding hands and stopping once to lean against a wall for a kiss then time back in the hideaway where she could properly snog him without the whole group of islanders listening in.<br><br>The blonde islander watched as he moved away from her toward the sound of the horn honking. A sigh escaped her full pink lips and she grabbed a pillow nearby and hugged it close against her before sitting up right.&nbsp; Getting up she started outside to find a drink. She needed wine or similar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>15-09-2019, 22:54:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/vQiVZTx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>River Silk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15025750#msg15025750)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Omni<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Topeka, Kansas<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, 3 July 2019, just after 6:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured, Black/Clear Platform Heels<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa, Grace, Sam, Open!<br><br><hr><br>River smiled back at Grace as she took the requirement of being hit on in stride. Truth be told she wasn't quite River's type the way Elsa or Mark were, but she might have been open to it if they got to know each other. But it sounded like that wouldn't be happening due to her relationship with Corey, which River figured was fine. She knew on these shows the couples that lock each other down first thing tend to do well so she didn't begrudge anyone that. The thought that it might actually be a real relationship didn't occur to her. <br><br>"Uh, yeah!" She said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world and she was almost insulted someone had to ask when Grace got wine orders. "If you're getting booze just assume I want one too." She glanced to Elsa. "That's a house rule." She said with a smile, making sure everyone understood this.<br><br>Another brunette finally appeared as Sam introduced herself. "Hey, River!" She said with a happy wave, smiling a bit of an interested smile as she called Grace the Ice Queen. Interesting. It seemed there was already quite the web of tangled rivalries already going on! It would be fun to pull and tuck at this web and see what happened. "Yeah and I met Logan too earlier." She added in. She wondered idly if Grace was going to come back after all, since it seemed one new person scared off one old person. Except Elsa.<br><br>She glanced back to the Scandinavian girl, something in her eyes saying she'd just thought of another reason to find her interesting, and let them linger on the fit blonde for a moment. She'd been saved by the bell when other people showed up and hadn't had to answer River's question. But from the way she was acting it didn't seem like it was a no. But of course it hadn't been yes either. Well, well, well. So that was the game? River could play that one. She gave Elsa a knowing little smile and turned her attention back to Sam.<br><br>"Yeah I mean I haven't had time to get around yet but I'll work on it." She said with a confident grin. <br><br>"Elsa was telling me that the boys have been acting weird. You know, if you all need like, a translator I can try to help with that. You know I'm kind of like, bilingual when it comes to men and women." She said with a big smile and a completely chill demeanor, it was the first actual reference to her being who she was she'd made outloud. She'd been sort of assuming the cast would have been told about her but nobody had ever actually said that they were so....well, they'd find out sooner or later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>15-09-2019, 23:10:20</strong>
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				<hr><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/57/29/9a/57299a7cdac719dd3185308b2f246aa0.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3, July 2019 - Afternoon (before the “Half” snog with James)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> James Harding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark, Sam, (Mentioning James), Open<br><br><br><br><hr><br><br><br>When Sam yelled out at Mark calling him Paul Bunyan, the young female laughed a little as she was righting herself from under the float. The float had gotten her, so she was a little embarrassed. Anytime Gwen got embarrassed she was known to make a joke to take away from the fact that she was having a blonde moment or two. She laughed as Mark made a joke about her drinking toward drowning and she gave him a sheepish smile.<br><br><strong>”I’m okay.. she didn’t get me too bad, more that you all had to see that.”</strong><br><br>She was then thrilled that he had changed up the subject.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>Time is almost up?</em><br><br>What did he mean by that. She was at a loss about what he was talking about. Somewhere along the way Gwen had lost the fact that there would be a recoupling soon. If there was a text out she had missed it. If it was chattering about the villa she hadn’t heard it yet. She heard bits and pieces but it wasn’t all pieced together. Now that he had mentioned something about it she had perked up in interest and a slight worry, though she was pretty sure she was safe with James. They had clicked, zinged as it were. Gwen was interested in getting to know him more. She liked him and knew there was time for them to possibly see where it was going. She could see herself letting her walls down completely and just taking a chance on him.<br><br>And there she went again. Thinking of James while she was supposed to be talking to others. It was a good idea to make friends with everyone, she felt. It would just make everything easier in there and if anyone had the sole choice of booting someone off the island, she didn’t want James or herself chosen.<br><br><strong>”Excuse my slang ignorance but .... Bint? What’s that?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>15-09-2019, 23:23:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/41zguviWqaL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, Afternoon (post Competition)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Just <strong>Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace, Closed<br><hr><br class="clear_left">Sitting back on the bed, Corey was suddenly all wide eyes and leaning up to stop Grace from getting out of bed when his comment about her “glitterbomb down below” seemed to sink in and she was right back at him to give him a bit of a shove.&nbsp; &nbsp;Laughing, Corey made more of the shove that it actually was, swaying towards the edge of the bed like he was going to fall out before just catching himself.&nbsp; “Come on now, that’s a fair question.&nbsp; Itchy stuff, glitter.&nbsp; A bloke should know what chances he is taking.”&nbsp; He replied, rather enjoying teasing her about her secret.<br><br>“After all it...never...hurts...to...be.sure…”&nbsp; Corey continued, his voice growing more and more faint and distracted as Grace sat up facing away from him, the long expanse of her naked back exposed to his eyes as she shrugged on a long t-shirt.&nbsp; While he might have certainly enjoyed the other view better, Corey had to admit it was a lovely back.&nbsp; Just the kind an enterprising fellow like himself might like trailing kisses all the way down…&nbsp; “And I think what you mean to say is that there have been no more to date.” He recovered, somewhat.<br><br>As Grace turned back to face him, Corey grinned at the design on her shirt, one that would have sent him into a bit of a worry spell just a day ago.&nbsp; Good thing she had not worn that before though!&nbsp; “I was trying to get a peek before you stopped me!”&nbsp; Corey admitted with a laugh, although it wasn’t clear if he was one hundred percent joking or not.&nbsp; At Grace’s returned teasing about his own naughty little secret though, Corey only flushed a little.&nbsp; After all, if there was one thing they had seen at that competition, it was that things could be a LOT worse.<br><br>“Although, if it’s the car that’s the hold-up, I am pretty sure I can talk one of the crew into lending me a jeep.”&nbsp; The young Islander grinned wickedly, going so far as to reach up and tap on the mic he wore around his neck.&nbsp; “Not much of a back seat in there, but I am sure I can improvise.&nbsp; Although if Caroline gives me a warning, that’ll be two strikes for me.&nbsp; I might never try it again!”&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>15-09-2019, 23:47:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/84/Corey-Pajamas.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen -&gt; Bed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace, closed<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left">Looking over at Grace as he settled back to his side, Corey ‘harrumphed’.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I always brush my teeth before getting into bed.&nbsp; I tend to go right out of I am just…lying there.&nbsp; Plus, I am not usually one who eats, food, in bed.”&nbsp; He replied, going a good old shade old red at his own clarification of what he did and did not eat in bed.&nbsp; &nbsp;“They were good treats though, every bit as advertised, so I could probably make do, once the sugar high wears off.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Truth was, Corey didn't know what Grace was going to bring up to bed for food, and if he didnt eat he was now prepared for bed, and if he did eat, well he could always brush his teeth again.&nbsp; Man with a plan, that was Corey.&nbsp; As Grace leaned down to tug at his ridiculous pant leg, Corey half thought of a few wicked things to say in response, but bit his tongue on every one of the half formed phrases.&nbsp; “Yeah, they got me good.&nbsp; I suppose I could sleep in one of my shorts or swimming trunks, but then it would be weird to wear them later.&nbsp; Plus, I didn’t really bring enough to take something out of rotation.&nbsp; If it is any consolation, I did have some nice shorts packed for sleeping.”&nbsp; Corey laughed.<br><br>At Grace’s reaction to his peeking at her phone, Corey was completely mixed between greatly amused and mortified.&nbsp; “I didn’t mean their ACTUAL bits, you nutter!”&nbsp; He laughed, his face as red as a tomato.&nbsp; “I meant, texting naughty things.&nbsp; Like&nbsp; ‘James is a great kisser!’ or ‘Devon’s hair smells like coconuts’ or ‘Corey’s pajamas look like an anime schoolgirls dream’.&nbsp; You know, that kind of thing.&nbsp; As for the rest, I can assure, there will be no ‘bit pics’ going on those phones.&nbsp; Whole world probably sees everything on them.”<br><br>When Grace leaned away for the bowl, Corey’s eyes <em>immediately</em> dipped down, as if they had been trained to, and he was just looking up from that brief glimpse of her rear when she offered the bowl.&nbsp; “I’d most definitely love some.&nbsp; Most.&nbsp; Definitely.”&nbsp; Picking up the fork left for him, Corey resigned himself to brushing his teeth again, and spearing a piece of chicken, he popped it into his mouth.&nbsp; “Cor that’s good.”&nbsp; Corey said around the bite.&nbsp; “And oh yeah.&nbsp; Possibly my favorite fruit of all.&nbsp; Doesn’t help that it's big either, so you can usually get a good bit.”&nbsp; <br><br>Chewing away, Corey swallowed his bite before setting the fork back in the bowl.&nbsp; After all, he’d eaten more treats than Grace, so it only seemed fair she got more of the dinner.&nbsp; “Don’t tell me you are not a fan of pineapple!&nbsp; There are some things that just can’t be tolerated!”&nbsp; Corey laughed, leaning back and fluffing the pillows behind him so he was more upright.&nbsp; “What IS your favorite tropical dish then, Miss Carter?&nbsp; I imagine they can go out of their way to get it…” He continued, perhaps not too subtly asking for when date time came about.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>16-09-2019, 01:51:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | 6pm'ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa kitchen | eating area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> River | Grace | Sam | Open... no where to hide in the Love Island Maximum Security Prison<br><strong>Mood</strong>:&nbsp; Halsey - Bad at Love (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdYFuCp3m9k)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(http://i1.cdnds.net/15/23/618x412/uktv-love-island-villa-03.jpg)</div> Elsa just knew that Grace's smile was from he relationship with Corey and Grace confirmed with an impish grin and a coy, <em>“You could say that we’ve been getting on well.”</em> She had even followed it up with a giggle. It made Elsa sigh a little. That's exactly what she had hoped to find by coming here. Instead it had been one disaster after another. All there was to do now was ride out the storm and hope the metaphorical brighter days came really soon. Elsa stuffed more pizza in her face as Grace talked.<br><br><strong>"Oh, I almost forgot they were going on their man date tonight,"</strong> Elsa said half to herself as Grace reminded her where all the boys were headed tonight. <strong>"I wonder where the boys will go and what it will be like.... And yes, please. Grab me glass too." </strong><br><br>Sam came up just as Grace was parting and tossed some shade her direction by calling her the ice queen. Being completely naive of the situation, Elsa had no idea why Sam would say such a thing. Grace had always been friendly with her. There always seemed to be something going on that Elsa wasn't aware of. She was starting to question if she really was a dumb blond. No one ever thinks of themselves in that light, but maybe it was true. Refusing to let her mind go down that path for the moment she looked up at the Australian girl and smiled. "Hi, Sam." Then she just stuffed more pizza in her face.<br><br>River's eyes met Elsa's which brought a flush to her cheeks. She immediately took another bite of pizza, fixating on the food in front of her. It suddenly felt very hot out there.<br><br>Speaking to Sam, River said, <em>"Elsa was telling me that the boys have been acting weird. You know, if you all need like, a translator I can try to help with that. You know I'm kind of like, bilingual when it comes to men and women."</em> <br><br><strong>"Well, weird to me anyways,"</strong> Elsa stepped in, her mouth still half full of pizza as she choked it down dryly and hoping Grace returned soon with a glass. <strong>"I've been having no luck at all and that challenge session with the secrets was a little bizarre at times. I feel like there's something going on with the boys here... Speaking of competitions. How about you dating twins at the same time? How did that happen? Did they know they were both dating you? I could never do anything like that. I'm both too conservative and not nearly bold enough. All I'd be able to think about would be, what if someone dated both of my brothers at the same time? I mean they aren't twins but I'd lose my mind if I found out some girl did that to them."</strong><br><br>Moments like this made Elsa question if she had what it took to be in the villa. She didn't know if she could steal someone else's boy from them. The idea of hurting someone else had Elsa shoveling more pizza in her mouth.<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>17-09-2019, 05:12:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9EuNIEX.jpg?1)</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> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Hamilton, NZ<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Late Morning/Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Outdoor Beds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cassie<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><hr><br>Owen fidgeted with the empty wrapper as Elsa spoke. It was interesting to hear from a woman who had not only an interest in athletics, but also seemed to have an aptitude for them as well. He wasn’t sure quite what to make of the blonde’s claims of having taken on a few rounds of sevens back home. Certainly, he appreciated it, but he also wondered a bit if Elsa had a severe competitive streak that might rear its head somewhere in the course of the time on Love Island. <br><br>He quickly chased that thought away, realizing that he didn’t have any reason to worry about that, at least not for now. Elsa’s company was enjoyable, and if there was a mutual interest, there would be time for that to work itself out. Besides, he had to be sure he gave Cassie a fair shake at the whole thing. They’d not done a great job of connecting, given all of the moving parts around the villa with extra dates and what not. <br><br><strong>“Well,” </strong>he said with a playful smile, <strong>“I think an XL would just end up coming all the way down to your ankles. I’d be worried about you tripping yourself, but, if that’s what you want, I can arrange it. And, I’d be happy to let your brothers know that they’re on their own, if that helps.”</strong><br><br>Owen put his feet up under himself, sitting up a bit. <strong>“What got me into it? Well, it’s obviously a big deal in New Zealand. The All Blacks are a very popular and important to the citizens, for sure. You know how, in many countries, lots of kids take up soccer at a young age? In my part of New Zealand, it was almost all rugby. Turned out that I had a bit of skill for it at a young age. Being a bit bigger and faster than the average boy didn’t hurt, either, I suppose.”</strong><br><br>He shrugged, <strong>“And I just fell in love with it. The speed of it, the need to be strong but smart about how you used that strength. The skill needed to play the game well is badly underrated, but I suppose you know that.” </strong><br><br>At the latter point, he simply looked down at the wrapper. People often mistook his earning a living at rugby for a deeper celebrity. He’d certainly dated well enough, and in the circles of fans, he was known enough, but compared to soccer and basketball stars, especially in Europe, Owen was mostly anonymous. <strong>“Well,” </strong>he sighed, <strong>“it’s not as easy as all that, I guess. I mean, I’ve dated, sure, but, the quality of those dates, and whatever passed for a relationship, wasn’t there. I have no idea if this will yield anything better, but, you know, what I was doing before wasn’t working. Right?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>17-09-2019, 15:46:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/VpwV62M/devon-daniels-5-crop.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> July 3rd, 2019 | After Midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Backyard, Grassy Edge of the Infinity Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A pair of blue plaid boxer shorts<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>Cleo Balleta</del> Erm, no one, apparently<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><hr><br><em>I do not have the willpower to deny this woman,</em> Devon thought to himself as Elsa crossed her leg over him, pulling her whole body on top. She was shorter for him, that was for certain, but the sudden warmth of her body pressed to his, her eyes locked onto his own gaze, the arousal ran through him like a fluid. It was kind of like when they first stuck the IV in your hand or arm at the hospital, that sudden feeling of cold spreading in an unseen fashion, made aware of the trails your veins traveled for the first time. Only this was not cold. It was heat, and it threatened to take shape right between her straddling thighs.<br><br>When she spoke, though, it wasn't a refusal to cut things off there. It was simply a refusal to be protected. He couldn't help but smile at her in that moment, for she certainly looked like a Disney princess and had the stature of a woman that coaxed men into a primitive, protective mindset. Yet true to her confessions of her athletic prowess, she would refuse to allow her spirit to be crushed. So while she could have easily taken this moment as a rejection or denial, it was almost like a promise that this wasn't over. That they'd certainly finish it.<br><br>A thought that further threatened to awaken his arousal beneath her.<br><br>So he allowed his lips to press softly back into hers, and as she settled herself beside him he wrapped an arm about her shoulders. Her form felt good against his, though the way her leg draped right over his lap was... well, dangerous.<br><br>"If you feel something poking at you during the night," he said with a smile, "do not be alarmed. It's just my penis." His fingers rose and brushed some of the blonde strands of hair from her face to behind her ear, caressing the flesh slowly before returning to her shoulder. He closed his eyes as the two settled in side by side. Clearly, he was okay with this arrangement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>17-09-2019, 16:51:53</strong>
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				<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> 3 July, 2019 | Sometime after 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swapping out to a pair of stylized swim trunks (https://www.emp.co.uk/dw/image/v2/BBQV_PRD/on/demandware.static/-/Sites-master-emp/default/dw1a4bb405/images/3/4/1/3/341323za-emp.jpg?sw=350&amp;sh=400&amp;sm=fit&amp;sfrm=png)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cassandra<br><br><hr><br>Devon was feeling pretty alright, all things considered. He and Corey managed to skip off and get a little bit of extra to drink before being found by the producers and dragged back to the Villa. Not enough to get Devon properly drunk, but certainly enough for him to actually <em>feel</em> the buzz. Like a busy bee humming into his ear, that buzz told him that this hot Mallorca sun could shove it and that he was going to go swimming.<br><br>So upon returning, he parted from Corey, no doubt seeking out Grace while Devon jogged up to the bedroom. Sure enough, as he checked the drawers beneath his bed, someone had already cleared Cleo's belongings out. He gave a sigh, and pulled out a pair of swim trunks far less plain than the ones he'd worn the day prior. He swapped from his day clothes, shoving them into his laundry drawer and switching to the new trunks with their harsh design. Finding a member of the camera crew, he tossed his shades onto his bed and gave them a wink. "That closer to what you were expecting?" he asked with a smile.<br><br>There was certainly a buzz about the Villa, and it seemed still plenty of leftover pizza even in the kitchen. There seemed to be a bit of a buzz around the clear new addition, but he had just finished being a socialite. Now was the time to refuse the sun its oppressive heat and instead submerge himself in the wonderfully cool water. So he stepped in, letting the chill temperature slowly climb up his legs as he stepped down its gentle slope. When he had finally submerged himself up to his shoulders he lunged forward, beginning to simply swim to the far end. Once he had done that, he began to swim circles around the deep portion of the pool, his muscles feeling energized by the alcohol coursing through his system and being processed by his liver. He didn't even bother counting the laps before he finally took a break, hanging onto the pool's edge, chuckling as he felt a weak flow to the water pulling at him. When he and his friends were kids, they'd often try to create a whirlpool by all walking in a circle, which soon became a swim, which then became a current that just carried them and all the pool toys round and round. They never did make that whirlpool, but it was still a fun experience. While it hadn't taken that sort of shape, there was a very, very light current Devon had managed to create with his ceaseless laps.<br><br>He closed his eyes, simply hanging there for a while, listening to nothing but the sound of his breath and soft clink of exercise equipment. It took a bit too long for him to realize that the sound of equipment being used meant someone was working out, and it seemed awfully strange for someone to be doing a work out so late in the evening. So he opened his eyes, seeing none other than Red working her body out. What a work out, too. He still wasn't sure what to make of the freckled redhead in terms of personality, but that was certainly a body, and she kept it looking good. Just as yesterday morning, he found her a delight to follow her motions and movements, the way her workout clothing clung tightly to her form.<br><br>Of course, the longer he stared the creepier he'd look. So he prepared to push himself off the pool's edge only to then recall the sight of her walking away that morning prior. Yes, a nicely shaped butt, but also her sudden statement. A desire to talk.<br><br>Did she want to explain that feint? He couldn't imagine anything else she'd want to bring up.<br><br>"Yo Red!" he called out, waving a hand. Once he had gotten her attention, he nodded his head. "When you're done your workout, come grab me, alright?" He then lifted his legs and kicked off from the pool's edge, attempting to swim backwards while floating. It didn't work out so hotly so he simply rotated and began his swim again, this time going the opposite direction. He didn't know how long he'd been swimming, but once he had spotted Red approaching, he swam to the pool's edge once more, grasping onto it. "So what'd you want to talk about?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>17-09-2019, 19:42:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/In-The-Frow-Burberry-Amber-Rose-Photography-25.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Dinner time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outdoor Kitchen | Dining table<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cover-up (https://malaysia.timbangharga.com/cf/1050/cdn/HTB1mjM.KkCWBuNjy0Faq6xUlXXap/2018-Solid-Beach-Cover-up-Bandage-Sexy-Tunics-for-Beach-Women-Bathing-suit-cover-up-women.jpg) over a bikini that's not entirely visible and these wedges (https://debenhams.scene7.com/is/image/Debenhams/067010408780_SC?wid=333&amp;hei=333&amp;qlt=80&amp;op_usm=1.1,0.5,0,0&amp;fmt=webp)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa | River | Sam | Gwen possibly?<br><br><hr><br>Grace had to laugh at River’s fervor when it came to announcing that alcohol was incoming. She made sure everyone in the vicinity knew that she would always want alcohol whenever it was being offered. Elsa requested a glass as well. Grace nodded her understanding before moving on to the kitchen and fetching the glasses; three in total. <br><br>The distance from the dining table to the kitchen was not massive, so when Sam approached and started chatting up River, it was easy to overhear her words. She gave an introduction to the new arrival and then mentioned meeting Elsa and the ‘ice queen.’ Grace had finished pouring the three glasses by then and was carefully holding them between her hands. <br><br>She approached and smirked, setting the first glass down by Elsa. “I never thought I’d be in the same villa as someone named Elsa, and even still, I get called the ice queen.” Grace had whispered it, but if the others heard, she wouldn’t have been too surprised. Still, the intention was for it to not be overheard. Hopefully Elsa got the reference. <br><br>Grace leaned over the table a bit further and slid another glass to River. That left the third and final glass in her hand. She glanced at Sam, who had arrived after she offered to fetch wine for the others, but Grace didn’t actually offer to get her a glass of her own. And, now that she knew Sam was speaking ill of her to others - at least this once - she didn’t feel badly about it.<br><br>River mentioned being a good translator when it came to the boys, which made Grace perk a brow as she sipped from her glass. It definitely tasted more watery than she was used to, but she wouldn’t complain. Even though some people thought it was a big faux pas, she sometimes drank wine over ice. It was refreshing on a hot day!<br><br>Elsa went into further detail about some boys being weird to her. Before she launched too far into that, though, she turned the tables on Samantha and asked her about dating twins at the same time. Grace chuckled into her glass. She didn’t think that dating was what was happening there, not when the secret was so explicitly about sex. But, this time, she kept her mouth shut.<br><br>As they gave Samantha her moment to reply, Grace moved to the side of the table, collected her plate of pizza and shifted it as far away from Samantha as possible. She sat beside Elsa, who was across from River. And Samantha was on the other side of River, making her diagonally across from Grace. That was about the best she could do in the current arrangement.<br><br>Grace went back to eating her pizza, not looking all that interested in what Samantha had to say, at all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>18-09-2019, 00:00:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa outdoor beds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Owen(Lustful)<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://images.immediate.co.uk/production/volatile/sites/3/2017/08/109183.png?quality=90&amp;lb=620,413&amp;background=white)</div> Nodding as Owen spoke about growing up and playing rugby, Elsa understood what he meant about the speed and skill required in the sport. Even if she didn't have a full grasp of rugby, that's what she had always loved about every sport. She was clearly never the largest, fastest, or strongest at any sport she played with her older brothers and friends but she was good at everything they played and that had always kept her competitive with them. So as Owen spoke about his love for the game, she understood where he was coming from. A lot of people looked at sports as just people fighting over a ball but she appreciated it for so much more than that. <br><br>Owen's conversation moved onto the subject of dating as she had asked him about it. It turned out that Elsa's personal proximity to professional athletes made her a bit more aware of players and names than the average person. She was surprised to hear that and it made sense what he said about it not yielding the quality of dates that he'd been after. <br><br>Elsa grinned, <strong>"Well if you come around to my gym in London after all this, if things haven't worked out for you that is. I'm sure I can introduce you to a host of fit, attractive women that would be happy to go on a date with you. And really quality dating is like drilling for oil. You know where all the good locations are but you never know what you're going to get until you start drilling. Which could be a dirty euphemism if taken by the wrong mind. Unless of course that's exactly what I meant."</strong> Elsa's grin widened before she laughed a little. <strong>"It was right there, I had to say it. I couldn't resist... But on a serious note. I totally understand what you say about dating and coming here. I've had terrible luck and we are only three days in. This is why I'm eating all this junk food. I really have no idea what I'm going to do. Been trying to tell myself over and over that I'm here for the adventure and meet new people, broaden my perspective on the world and dating. I just have to hang in there and hope I meet someone that I fancy and has a spark with me too. I mean it's a great experience being here and look at all the attractive and interesting people."</strong><br><br>Looking Owen over again, she appreciated his body and rugged good looks. So it was worth asking. <strong>"How are things going with Cassie? Are you getting on well? We talked this morning for a bit. She seems pretty chill. I like her, if things don't work out between the two of you let me know. I'll date her."</strong> Elsa grinned and winked playfully at Owen. In her head, she was thinking, or I'll date you. Which was probably obvious because she was smiling a little extra and still very much appreciating him. She even caught herself glancing down at the bulge in his shorts then quickly turning her head in embarrassment. <br><br>Elsa stared out across the beautiful pool trying to get her head screwed back on straight. The damn stress of his place was starting to do funny things to her. She quietly said to no one directly,<strong> "Oh this place, it's an emotional roller coaster."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-09-2019, 07:15:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/7N7A4273-copy-land-1600x1065.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>Same as Comp picture (https://pics.wikifeet.com/Victoria-Magrath-Feet-3772556.jpg) (Orange swimming costume and jean booty shorts)</del> This sleep shirt (https://d2h1pu99sxkfvn.cloudfront.net/b0/2599118/410081670_v89j5Iu7fP/P0.jpg) | Heels in picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br>The small show that Corey put on when Grace playfully shoved him only made her laugh a little louder. For a moment, she actually reached out with the intention of catching him before he fell off the bed. At the last second though, he righted himself again and then carried on with his glitter comments. Grace clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, shaking her head as she ignored his concerns and slipped into an oversized shirt. <br><br>Corey’s long pauses between his words helped to give him away, even though Grace wasn’t able to look at him to confirm it. She smirked when Corey seemed to find his wording again as soon as the baggy shirt covered her otherwise naked figure. When she turned to face him again, flashing him her shirt a bit, her grin grew at the way that he had not so subtly glanced down at the artwork on it. He dared to take his glance but didn’t think to conceal it.<br><br>Grace flushed when Corey mentioned that he had been trying to sneak a peek before she interfered. Thankfully, she made him flush too. But soon after, he mentioned borrowing a Jeep from the crew. She gasped, then leaned in and grabbed his finger after it tapped at the mic around his neck, laughing, red faced. “Don’t get that circulating, you never know with this show what they might plan on doing,” her laugh continued, sheepishly. <br><br>She was still leaned in, with her hand around his wrist. Grace licked her lips, her gaze falling from his, down to his lips. “We don’t need a car to do that…” She whispered, leaning in a little further to ever so slowly press a kiss against his mouth. “I think we can make do with what we have… right here.” Her whisper fluttered over his lips, her tongue gently rolling along his lower lip, beckoning him to close the distance between them again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-09-2019, 07:50:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/newpix/2018/06/05/21/4CF148C300000578-5809533-image-a-131_1528228835898.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Heading to bed<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br>Grace smirked as Corey revealed that he was in the habit of brushing his teeth before he went to bed. He also shared that normally, when he was laying in bed, he would quickly fall asleep. She chuckled when he also confessed that he normally didn’t eat in bed. “I normally don’t either,” Grace murmured. “But, when on holiday, I make excuses for doing whatever I want to do.” She shrugged a shoulder, flashing Corey an innocent look with a mischievous smile.<br><br>His compliment about her cupcakes made Grace grin once again. “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me that you like eating my cupcakes.” When she heard herself say it aloud, she realized that it sounded like a euphemism for something else. But, that didn’t mean she could stop herself from making another comment. “And that my cupcakes might have filled you up in place of dinner.” Her smile lengthened, now intending to speak in double meanings.<br><br>As the topic changed back to his pajamas, Grace glanced down at his lap out of habit when he brought up shorts. “I wouldn’t wear my swimming costume to bed, but if you’ve got comfortable shorts, then they’d likely work.” Grace giggled softly when he mentioned the shorts he had intended to bring with for sleeping in. “I’d love to see them.” She tried to picture it, but at that point, didn’t have much of a reference. “Now I wish I would have bought you sleeping shorts.”<br><br>Grace laughed when Corey did after speaking about actual bits and being called a nutter. “You’re the nutter!” She joked, beaming at the sight of his very red face. He was so adorable when he flushed. He explained what he meant and Grace chuckled. “No, I think us girls prefer to have those chinwags in person, actually.” Come to think of it, Grace hadn’t been seeing many of the others texting much at all. The person who texted the most was Caroline!<br><br>“No bit pics?” She teased. “How disappointing.” Grace fetched her bowl of dinner and was happy to share with Corey, who looked rather pleased with the food selection. He groaned out his appreciation, making Grace grin, covering her mouth with the hand that held her fork as she chewed. “Isn’t it?” Grace agreed about how delicious the dinner was. Corey declared pineapple as his favorite fruit. “I love that it’s your favorite. We’ll need to get you eating even more of it.” <br><br>She didn’t explain what she meant and instead scooped another few bites into her mouth. “No, I love pineapple too!” Grace replied, after Corey insisted that some things wouldn’t be tolerable. Not that she truly expected he’d dump her due to a discrepancy on fruit. Corey fixed the pillow behind him and then asked her what her favorite dish was, calling her Miss Carter. Grace tilted her head in consideration. “Hm, that’s hard to say. I love sushi. And sweets, obviously. Though I think you are the sweetest of all, Mr. Dwyer.” Grace beamed at him.<br><br>She carried on, eating a bit more of her bowl of dinner. When she felt full, she eventually got up and returned the bowl to the kitchen, then brushed her teeth and washed her face in the bathroom. Without any makeup on, her skin was glowing with a dewy residue left over from her moisturizer. She returned to bed with Corey and pulled the covers down, falling onto the bed and groaning at the comfort of it as she settled in. “Goodnight, Corey.” She whispered, scooting closer to drape an arm around him and press a kiss against his neck. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>20-09-2019, 18:59:27</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9EuNIEX.jpg?1)</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> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Hamilton, NZ<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Late Morning/Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Outdoor Beds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cassie<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><hr><br>Owen laughed softly at the lighthearted joke and then grinned at Elsa’s mild embarrassment with it. Rather chastely, he decided that one didn’t need a response. He did appreciate that she was able to have a bit of a sense of humor with the offer, up to and including affording him the ability to come to her gym and introduce her to folks. <br><br><em>Seems like maybe she’s trying to artfully pawn you off here, chief. Keep an eye on that</em>, he noted to himself. <br><br>“Well, I’d be careful about how much you indulge. Some of the stuff here is so far beyond our control that I worry you could put yourself into a bit of sugar shock,” he said with a smirk.<strong> “But, really, I imagine that it’s hard coming off your situation and coming into this one and being able to process it all. I know I couldn’t do it.” </strong><br><br>Owen shrugged. He was getting an appreciation for Elsa the person, not just the blonde, fit bit of eye candy. Then he signed. He really wasn’t sure what was going on with Cassie, or how to contextualize it. It wasn’t that they weren’t getting along, or hadn’t enjoyed their conversations thus far. They just hadn’t seemed to spark the way he thought they might. And, he didn’t know Cassie’s feelings on the subject, either. <br><br>That made answering the question a bit difficult. He decided to play it off best he could. For all he knew, Elsa’s little joke about pairing up with Cassie might have a sliver of truth behind it. <strong>“You know, I think it’s okay, given the circumstances. I’d hope we have a little more time to chat and get to know each other, but I fear there’s another decision or competition coming our way before that can happen. You know?”</strong> He huffed, then grinned a little, <strong>“But, who knows, next time around, she might prefer you after spending a few days with me.” </strong><br><br>His eyes couldn’t help but follow her curves as she laid back on the bed. <strong>“Trust me, I hear that. Seems like the whole thing is designed to shock the system.” </strong>He looked across at her, noting that they’d worked through the candy. <strong>“Looks like we cleaned out your first haul. You want to grab some more? Or would you like a little bit of space? I totally get it if that’s what you want.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>21-09-2019, 02:07:22</strong>
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				<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)[/img]</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>Owen found himself a bit surprised by the pointed questions. They were only natural, and, frankly, it wasn’t as though the circumstances of their coupling were in any way traditional. <br><br><strong>“Well,”</strong> he said with a sigh, <strong>“you might be surprised by how few real, quality dates you can get when you spend a good chunk of your year on the road. And, I’ve never been among the best of the best by any means, so I’ve shuffled from town to town and even country to country a fair bit over the last dozen years or so. You’d be surprised how few women of quality find that appealing.” </strong><br><br>Owen shrugged and listened to Cassie’s description of her current situation. He could see that she was passionate when she spoke about her studies and her plans for the future. She was young, but seemingly driven. That was quite interesting to him. <br><br>He smiled down at her as she laid her head on his shoulder. It was cute, though he wasn’t sure she could be all that comfortable in the moment. Still, he was enjoying the early bits of getting to know her.<strong> “Well, it certainly sounds like you’ve got yourself a good plan. </strong><br><br>At the mention of folks turning in, he turned his head and noticed the handful of folks starting to trickle up the steps to the villa, perhaps to beat the darkness and get some rest. The thing that was constantly underrated by the viewers of programs like these is just how grueling the schedule could be on some days. With a long exhale he looked at her. <strong>“Right, I probably should try to get settled in, put a few things away. Besides, I’ve a hunch you would like a bit of quiet to collect yourself after all that up there,”</strong> he said, motioning with a nod of his head toward the villa where coupling had taken place. Grunting just a bit, feeling a bit of stiffening in his one knee, he pushed himself up, giving her arm a small, kind squeeze. <strong>“I’ll see you up there? Hopefully you get a bit of privacy and quiet.”</strong><br><br>With that, he started up the steps to the villa, feeling relatively content about the outcome of the first ceremony. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>22-09-2019, 20:49:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa outdoor beds<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Owen(Lustful)<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://images.immediate.co.uk/production/volatile/sites/3/2017/08/109183.png?quality=90&amp;lb=620,413&amp;background=white)</div> It was a little amusing that Owen actually thought Elsa might be serious about going after Cassie. She was a little bit but not in a serious sort of relationship type of way. Cassie did turn Elsa on like crazy but she was actually trying to be silly and flirt with him... Cassie was not on her radar. Elsa just wasn't good with this sort of thing. She lay on the bed mostly nodding as he talked. Drawing one leg up, she crossed her ankle over her knee as she lay back on the day bed. Her hand ran along her thighs, they felt dry and were a little to pink, no amount of sun screen was going to save her skin from the merciless Spanish sun. A couple more candies were devoured as the conversation progressed. At least he seemed to appreciate what she was saying about the stress of Love Island. Finally he pointed out how the candy pile was gone. It was a sad commentary that she had been stuffing her face off and on with candy the whole time and didn't even notice when it was all gone.<br><br>Putting her hand up to shade her eyes, Elsa studied Owen for a moment. She really liked mature men and he was fit as fuck. If she wasn't such an emotional train wreck right now she might have considered making a more overt move on him but being the hot mess that she was at the moment, she decided against it. She settled on a compromise, not really trusting herself in the moment.<br><br><strong>"No more candy,"</strong> Elsa said. <strong>"I feel like shit enough as it is..."</strong> There was a pause as she wrestled with her next words. <strong>"You know, I was joking about Cassie right. If things don't work out for you there, I would be down for hooking up with you. That's all I was trying to say. I'm just a bit of a hot mess right now so before I say anything else I think I need to go shower and try to scrub away all this emotional baggage. I might take a nap after, I haven't slept well in the last couple days."</strong> She rolled over facing him again and smiled. <strong>"Thanks for talking to me. It was actually nice just having a conversation with someone. Anyway, you know where to find me. We share the same address."</strong> Elsa chuckled a little as she rolled out of bed and got up, picking the bikini out of her backside while padding away.<br><br><div align="center"><em>- End Candy Mountain Scene -</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>22-09-2019, 23:07:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/vQiVZTx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>River Silk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15025750#msg15025750)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Omni<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Topeka, Kansas<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, 3 July 2019, just after 6:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured, Black/Clear Platform Heels<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa, Grace, Sam, Open!<br><br><hr><br>River glanced between Elsa, Grace, and Sam, quickly grasping the dynamic going on here as certain people avoided others and shaded others and some just seemed merrily oblivious. "Oh, awesome, half of you already hate each other, oh this will be fun!" She said with a completely unironic grin. Some people just thrived on drama, River was one of them. <br><br>She glanced between Sam and Grace. Truly, she saw no reason to take either side here, especially since her one main criteria - who is hotter - came out a total draw between them. Neither were really her type. Which mean this would be dictated by something else.<br><br>"God I really wanna jump into this." She said glancing back and forth between Grace and Sam, "but like, I feel like Elsa's doing the 'rise above it' thing and I'm kind of trying to get there at the moment so, like I guess that's what I'll do too." She sighed melodramatically and gave Elsa a look, "You see the sacrifices I'm making for you. No, for <em>us</em>." She emphasized, giving the girl a very friendly squeeze of the hand.<br><br>She then took a deep gulp of her wine. Hmmm. Grace had brought the wine. That was a point in her favor. But it was too late she was committed to doing the impress Elsa thing.<br><br>"So, like, oh my gosh you're like both so pretty!" She said, full California valley girl voice activated as she glanced back and forth between Grace and Sam, "I love your hair!" She said to both at the same time. Now if she understood tv shows correctly her and them were all best friends now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>23-09-2019, 00:39:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | 6pm'ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa eating area -&gt; outdoor sofa by the gym<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> River | Grace | Sam | Open... no where to hide in the Love Island Maximum Security Prison<br><strong>Mood</strong>:&nbsp; Halsey - Bad at Love (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdYFuCp3m9k)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(http://i1.cdnds.net/15/23/618x412/uktv-love-island-villa-03.jpg)</div> <em> “I never thought I’d be in the same villa as someone named Elsa, and even still, I get called the ice queen.” Grace whispered.</em><br><br>Out of the corner of her eye, Elsa glanced at Grace then turned her head a little before giving Grace a wry little grin. Referencing the Ice Queen comment and hoping that Sam couldn't see her, Elsa quickly mouthed the words with the barest of whispers to say, "What is that about? Whoa." Her jaw hung slack for a brief moment before she turned her head back to stuff more pizza in her mouth. She chewed quickly, ignoring any little messy pizza sauce splatters in the corners of her lips. The drama here in the villa was just getting really real.<br><br>A few moments later after asking Sam about the twin dating episode, Elsa's stream of thought was interrupted by the friendly feeling of a hand on hers.<br><br><em>"God I really wanna jump into this." River said glancing back and forth between Grace and Sam, "but like, I feel like Elsa's doing the 'rise above it' thing and I'm kind of trying to get there at the moment so, like I guess that's what I'll do too." She sighed melodramatically and gave Elsa a look, "You see the sacrifices I'm making for you. No, for us." She emphasized, giving the girl a very friendly squeeze of the hand.</em><br><br>Elsa's hand had been resting on the base of her wine glass and now River's hand was on hers. River's hand moved back and Elsa smiled at her. There was a brief moment when River gulped some wine and carried on the conversation like nothing happened. <br><br><em>"So, like, oh my gosh you're like both so pretty!" River said, full California valley girl voice activated as she glanced back and forth between Grace and Sam, "I love your hair!"</em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-10.jpg)</div>The words tumbled out of Elsa's mouth before she had time to think about the ramifications of saying anything in this situation. <strong>"What is happening right now,"</strong> Elsa said slowly as she glanced over to River. The question was as much for her as it was for the other girls at the table. The whole situation was jarring for her. <strong>"This is so overwhelming. I just can't deal with this right now."</strong> Elsa stood up, she grabbed her wine glass and the half eaten slice of pizza. <strong>"I.... "</strong> She turned to look at River. <strong>"It was really nice to meet you, River..."</strong> Struggling to get out words she looked at Grace then Sam, and finally back to Grace. It was clear she wanted to say something but a whole host of emotions was boiling over at this point. It had been such a long day and she was feeling the weight of it. It wasn't anyone's fault at the table, it was just such an emotional day. Her cheek began to feel wet, instinctively the back of her hand came up to her cheek and she wiped, looking at the wetness on the back like it was some foreign substance she turned and did an odd little half curtsy to Grace before blurting out. <strong>"Excuse me... It was..."</strong> The first part of the word nice came out as a snuffle and Elsa dashed off. It was purely a fight or flight instinct, overwhelming emotions tearing down her personal walls and causing her to come close to running for the hills. However, the hills in this case was simply the short distance across the artificial grass to the area that the staff at the villa had dubbed the break up area. Regardless of what it was called, it was a few dozen feet away from whatever drama was on the verge of unfolding over there and she could sit around the corner of it so no one would see her crying, drinking wine, and inserting half a slice of pizza into her mouth. Which the last part was a bad idea but she did it anyways, if for no other reason than to prevent herself from sobbing like the hot mess that she was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>23-09-2019, 03:27:37</strong>
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				<strong></strong><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/57/29/9a/57299a7cdac719dd3185308b2f246aa0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3, July 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Diary Room —-&gt; backyard<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> James Harding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> River, Grace, Sam, Elsa, Open<br><br><hr><br>Gwen knew they were all supposed to drop in the diary room often to either vent, or comment on how things were going for them thus far. She had been there a couple days now and was just this moment ready to talk to the camera about how things were going. It was going to be quite odd though she used to keep a diary/journal when she was younger so she supposed this was similar though vocal. Opening the door to the room, Gwen peeks in first to make sure no one else is there. Once it was obvious she was in the clear, she made her way over to the chair and curled her legs up under her getting comfortable. <br><br><strong>“Soooo... this place is amazing and the other islanders seem nice enough. Though I’ve only gotten to chat with a few briefly. James on the other hand...”</strong>. She paused and couldn’t wipe the smile off as she thought of him, “..<strong>I supposed you can say I like him. Like a lot. But its too early in these days to say much more than I .. how did she phrase it...</strong>” she thought about her friends back in London and bit her lower lip...”<strong> .. ah hah! Fancy.. that’s the word. I don’’t quite understand why someone would ‘fancy’ someone else. I mean who comes up with this stuff? “<br></strong><br>And there she went rambling again as she usually could be found doing when she gets a bit nervous.<br><br><strong>“Where was I? Oh yeah.. James. He’s pretty special. I’m looking forward to how its going to go with us. I think he likes me just the same but then as I said before its pretty new for anything and then there’s all the head chatter he must have about his wife and how she might react to him being close to me. I’m sure it’ll all be okay.”</strong><br><br>With a soft sigh, a smile to match and slow steps she exited the diary room then leaned against a wall just outside of it.<br><br><div align="center"> * * * * * * * *</div><br>She heard a good bit of chattering and headed in that direction. it was as good a time as any to hang out with the girls while the guys are all gone out. Spotting them she recognized all but one face and couldn’t remember names at all. She just headed over toward them and found a place to sit and wait to introduce herself hoping it was okay to be there.&nbsp; Asking in her sweet southern drawl she felt almost immediately that she sat down in the middle of something.<br><br><strong>’Mind if I join y’all?”<strong><br></strong></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>24-09-2019, 06:43:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/In-The-Frow-Burberry-Amber-Rose-Photography-25.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Dinner time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dining table | Break Up Couch<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cover-up (https://malaysia.timbangharga.com/cf/1050/cdn/HTB1mjM.KkCWBuNjy0Faq6xUlXXap/2018-Solid-Beach-Cover-up-Bandage-Sexy-Tunics-for-Beach-Women-Bathing-suit-cover-up-women.jpg) over a bikini that's not entirely visible and these wedges (https://debenhams.scene7.com/is/image/Debenhams/067010408780_SC?wid=333&amp;hei=333&amp;qlt=80&amp;op_usm=1.1,0.5,0,0&amp;fmt=webp)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa | River | Sam | Gwen<br><br><hr><br>Grace subtly chuckled when Elsa gave her a bit of a smirk. The blonde asked her what all that was about - ‘all that’ being Sam’s displaced animosity toward her - to which Grace gave Elsa a wide eyed look. “I don’t know, I think it’s because she wants to steal Corey away from me.” At least, that was all Grace had gathered from the other day when Corey and Grace were separated for a moment and Sam, not unlike a vulture, had tried to move in.<br><br>Elsa chewed another slice of pizza and Grace decided to do the same, preferring the sound of chewing over the awkward silence that was filtering over the table. River mentioned it seemed like half of them already hated each other, but Grace wasn’t sure that was entirely accurate. But, with her mouth full of pizza, she just shrugged in response. River didn’t let it die though, she called it a bit of juicy drama that she would have to let go of, because of Elsa.<br><br>Apparently more was going on just underneath Grace’s nose, than she realized. River squeezed Elsa’s hand and Grace tilted her head to the side, looking sideways at the blonde. River’s valley girl accent played out after that, making fun of… well, she wasn’t sure. How girls on vapid reality shows talked to each other, maybe? She chuckled softly, finishing her slice of pizza. If River was attempting to get Grace and Sam to become friends, unfortunately, it’d take much more.<br><br>She took another sip of wine, her brow perking while Elsa began to ask what was happening. She apologized for being overwhelmed and added that she couldn’t handle ‘this’ right now. Grace didn’t know what it was Elsa was struggling with. River’s advances, drama in the house, or something else? Before she knew it, Elsa felt her cheeks wetting from her own tears. She excused herself, unsure of how to do so it seemed, then walked off. <br><br>“I’m just going to go and check on her.” Grace told the others, after raising from her seat and gently grabbing her wine glass. Gwen walked over at that same time and asked to join them. Grace gave her an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I’ve got to go and check up on her.” Grace walked over to the break up couch where Elsa decided to rest. “Hey, are you okay?” Grace decided to ask about Elsa, rather than about herself, though she wanted to make sure that she didn’t offend her or hurt her feelings, or something. <br><br>“I’m sorry if I messed it up.” She sat down beside Elsa, giving her space, but remaining close. “You know you can talk to me about it, right?” She offered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>25-09-2019, 00:57:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | 6pm'ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa outdoor sofa by the gym<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace | Open... on the bench of broken hearts<br><strong>Mood</strong>:&nbsp; Halsey - Bad at Love (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdYFuCp3m9k)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-10.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Having a mouthful of pizza didn't stop Elsa from snuffling. She felt stupid and could only assume that right now one of the cameras was probably zoomed in with 4k ultra HD picture quality on her every tear drop. She was staring at her wine glass and really wanted to take a drink as she tried to choke down the half a slice of pizza that she had just stuffed into her mouth. That's when Grace came up from behind her and sat down next to her on the white cushioned seat. Elsa reached out and scooped up a bright orange throw pillow to make more room for her to sit close. Elsa cradled the pillow in front of her, hugging it for comfort. With a free hand she half covered her mouth and held up the one moment finger as she chewed on her cud like some bovine. Chewing just a little more she was finally able to take a sip of wine. Her cheeks still stuffed like a squirrel's. If only she could lay some eggs and oink like a pig, she figured she could just about cover the whole gamut of rural countryside farm.<br><br><strong>"It wafn't uf...</strong>" Elsa tried to get out, her mouth still full. Yes, the stuffing of her face had definitely been a mistake. She chuckled a little at herself as she tried to chew some more and take another sip of wine to wash more down.<strong> "Sorry.. It wasn't you."</strong> She mashed her hand against her cheekbone wiping away some of the tear stains. <strong>"I've been alone since day one in this place and everything is starting to get to me..."</strong> Words tumbled out between chews and sips of wine. Yes.. far to much pizza in her mouth. <strong>"Sorry... Tried to eat all my pizza at once... It's just that... It was really hard being in here the first night alone. This definitely is not how I pictured the whole experience going."</strong> She rubbed her forehead for a moment. <strong>"The whole trying to let go of expectations and just let the experience happen is not always as easy to do as it is to say it that is for sure. I came into this place as a big sort of goodbye to my ex. Now he's probably laughing at me... That's a head trip right there. And I had a date with Mark last night that went okay most of the night but than he just totally rejected me. Thought we were having this really great night and suddenly I felt like the ugly duckling. I mean I guess I knew it was going sideways because he was so tight lipped about anything personal. He just wasn't opening up really.... I mean I didn't think to much of it. It stung a little but I thought maybe I was over reacting. I was trying to remain optimistic and hopeful. And today at the challenge he scoffed at me like I was some sort of joke... I don't know what he was thinking but after being here for all these days and having him do that. It just gutted me... I've never been so mugged off before. Been feeling so alone all day after that happened... And to repeat, this isn't your fault but the tension between you and Sam... and... and... "</strong> She looked around, thought better of saying it too loud so she scooted her bottom closer over to Grace to whisper conspiratorially. <strong>"And I think River was hitting on me?"</strong> Elsa sighed. <strong>"I panicked. I hope I didn't hurt her feelings. It was just that the tension, the unexpected flirting, feeling so alone and isolated. I started to feel like I was having some sort of bad acid trip. Not that I have any idea what that feels like but it was just all surreal and my heart sort of dropped... My heart started racing and it felt like a panic attack was coming on. I just had to get out. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like it was you or anything... I'm babbling a lot for someone that doesn't speak English as a first language I really need to stop talking to much."</strong> She dropped her head down as her drew her knees up in front of her, head resting on top of her knees the mass of blond hair falling around around her legs. She pressed her cheek to her knee and looked sideways over at Grace apologetically. <strong>"That was a lot. Sorry."</strong><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>25-09-2019, 03:25:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xRl97yo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Montréal, Québec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | 2PM-ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Poolside lounge chair -&gt; Bathroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.imgur.com/lQTI8xH.jpg), with red framed heart shaped sunglasses, plain ol' black flip-flops<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan | OPEN<br><hr><br>Left to her own devices, Rhonda had far too much time on her hands to think about her current coupling and everything that was going on around it. She felt that she was doing right by Logan, for the most part. Sure, she had a number of dates, both going rather well with one in particular being more than she could have ever thought possible in the first 24-hours of being on Love Island, but there was no swearing off Logan. Not just yet, at least. <br><br>Logan hit his first roadblock a little harder than Rhonda had. At least that was how she read the situation. Delaney may have been more of an enticing prospect to Logan, or perhaps was just playing the game a bit more than JJ or Mark was on Rhonda. Either way, Rhonda came back to the villa each time eager to finally make some time up with Logan while he seemed to ponder his options a bit more. <br><br>Settling down on what she wanted out of the so-called relationship, Rhonda thumbed a text Logan while he was out on his bro-date with whichever guys decided to go with him. Messages were shot back and forth, with her becoming more and more impassioned by each one. By the end of it, she was ready to light the entire place on fire. Instead, she tossed her phone at the foot of the lounger in the furthest from gentle manner. There was a brief moment of impressed surprise before she reminded herself that she was not happy. The scowl returned shortly after. Laying back in the chair, she set her glasses over her eyes and crossed her arms again and somehow managed to have an angry nap. That'll set her straight.<br><br><div align="center">(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/MXcMV-d_2Js/maxresdefault.jpg)</div><br>A buzz at her feet roused Rhonda [OOC: heh heh heh] from her brief slumber. As she blindly pawed at herself and the lounger for the source, she wondered what made it so easy for her take a nap right then and there. Her lack of sleep the night before? Her early rising for her breakfast date with Mark? Her rather unpleasant texting storm? A little bit of each? Regardless, she did manage to find her mobile and found a text from Logan on it. He requested her presence in the bathroom. Was it too early in their relationship for make-up sex?<br><br>Far from giddy and with little else to do, Rhonda took her time getting to the bathroom. She didn't catch the eye of any of the villains as she made her way through the premises but there was no shaking the thought that they all were in on whatever Logan was scheming. Arriving there, she was pleasantly caught off guard. The man of the hour was standing there with a running bath behind him and a bundle of flowers in his hands in front. Logan was far from forgiven, but this was a good start.<br><br>"Did you spend all your lunch money on this? I hope so." Rhonda joked as she slowly closed the distance between herself and Logan where he stood. Her eyes moved from candle to candle while she walked until they settled on the final one. A thumb and a finger found her lips, which she licked before reaching out to that final candle to snuff it out. There was no real symbolism or message behind the act. It was just something fun to do.<br><br>"You forgot the glass of wine."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>26-09-2019, 12:52:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/84/Corey-Pajamas.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen -&gt; Bed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace, closed<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left">“Hmmm, alright, that is good to know.” Corey grinned as Grace confirmed that her and the rest of the girls where not in some texting chain comparing the boys.&nbsp; While that was likely a worry of all guys, although more for the player types than a guy like Corey, it was pretty unlikely here.&nbsp; After all, while it seemed most of the guys could not get along at the best of times, it was worth remembering that this was a competition for the girls too.&nbsp; Well, for everyone.&nbsp; Corey, and he hoped/felt Grace, might be happy with what they had won so far, but there were definitely people here for the money and the fame.&nbsp; “So I have nothing to worry about until I see you in a big group of girls.”<br><br>Slowly sinking a few inches down on the bed, Corey was definitely enjoying this dinner conversation in bed with Grace, and he nodded along as she confirmed he was not going to have to give her the boot for not liking pineapple.&nbsp; Like he had ever planned to!&nbsp; “Well, that’s safe then.&nbsp; And you are in luck if they ever serve us sushi, because you can have all of mine.&nbsp; I’m not much of one for fish, but when I have it, it better come wrapped in a paper with chips, not raw.”&nbsp; Corey laughed.&nbsp; “And that is QUITE the ‘sweetest’ line, Grace.”&nbsp; He continued, blushing a little.&nbsp; “That sounds like one I was supposed to use.”<br><br>When Grace finished her dinner and bounded off to return the bowl to the kitchen and the magical elves who apparently showed up to clean once they all were asleep, Corey could not help but watch, noting how she was wearing a sleep shirt and no pajama pants.&nbsp; <em>So much for falling right asleep</em> he noted, already feeling a little heated up again.&nbsp; Once Grace was out of site, Corey headed for the bathroom for another quick brush of his teeth, and to splash some cold water on his face, making it back to bed before Grace returned.&nbsp; &nbsp;Under the covers this time, he was acutely aware of the feel of her body against his as she pressed a kiss to his neck.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Good night, Grace.”&nbsp; He returned, kissing her forehead as she snuggled against him.<br><br>~~<br><br>Laying awake for as while as seemed to be his new Island norm, Corey could not get the vision of Grace in her t-shirt, her toned legs long beneath it, out of his mind.&nbsp; That coupled with the natural climate and his ridiculous sleepwear had Corey seriously too warm for bed, and in danger of starting to sweat at any moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;Laying quite still, Corey listened to Grace’s breathing, determining that it certainly sounded steady enough for her to be asleep.&nbsp; Reaching down, he quickly untied the string to his stupid pants, and with what felt like far more work than it ever should have been, Corey was able to shimmy out of them, without jostling the bed or Grace overly much.&nbsp; God only knew what any other Islanders would have made if it had they been awake.<br><br>Clad in only his shirt and boxer briefs now, Corey felt much more comfortable (temperature wise), and was able to start getting sleepy once more.&nbsp; Rolling on his side to where he was facing Grace, Corey started drifting off, the tropical smell of Grace’s hair putting a smile on his face.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>26-09-2019, 23:49:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/41zguviWqaL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, Afternoon (post Competition)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Just <strong>Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace, Closed<br><hr><br class="clear_left">Even with just swim trunks on and just a sheet thrown over him, Corey was already feeling himself heating up this close to a mostly naked Grace, and particularly with the things she was saying and alluding to.&nbsp; Corey did not imagine that it was Grace’s plan to make him flustered, but if it was, then she was certainly succeeding on all fronts.&nbsp; Of course, it did appear that he had gotten her a little flushed as well, so maybe this was just her way of upping the ante.&nbsp; Either way, he was not one to usually let a challenge go, and if it happens to come from a sexy woman who he was totally into, well that was all the better.<br><br>“Well, I am willing to roll the dice on them letting us borrow a jeep…” Corey whispered as Grace leaned closer and closer.&nbsp; “Even certain things aside, we could use it to sneak a way for a while…”&nbsp; That was all Corey managed to say before Grace was close enough for her pink lips to be brushing his, her tongue flashing briefly from her mouth to run along his lips, instantly converting his last words into a clear groan of desire.&nbsp; With her gently prompting, Corey was quick to close the distance between them, his lips pressing against hers with clear intent, nothing like the goodnight kisses they had shared so far, and far more passionate than their kissing the night before over her treats.<br><br>Leaning even further into the kiss, Corey’s bare chest began to press against Grace’s shirt covered on, his mouth easing open as his tongue sought entrance to find and tangle with hers.&nbsp; “Is that so…” He whispered during a break in their snogging.&nbsp; “You mean, right here….right now?”&nbsp; Corey asked, his voice a little breathless, but the eagerness in his tone clearly showing him to be fully on board.&nbsp; Apparently risky public displays did not worry Corey at all.&nbsp; And in case that his tone did not make his desire clear enough, Corey’s hand snaked it's way under the covers, landing high on Grace’s thigh and moving higher.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>27-09-2019, 00:23:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nigswYG.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 4 July, 2019 | 5:15am-6am'ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa outdoors; from grassy bed with Devon -&gt; to the gym<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> &lt;waiting for someone to insert name here&gt;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon(mentioning) | Open<br><strong>Mood</strong>:&nbsp; Lizzo - Good As Hell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmbmeOgWsqE)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-10.jpg)</div> It was amazing sleeping outdoors under the stars on an exotic island... The adjectives to describe it could have went on forever. This was the experience Elsa had hoped for all along. The long haired American male, Devon lay next to her asleep with her arm around him. He had been so kind the night before and in their brief moments together she felt a connection with him. While she wasn't sure if it was going to develop further or not, she woke up after a few hours of sleeping feeling really grateful for the whole experience he had given her. It wasn't dawn yet and she really needed more sleep but her body was telling her it was time to start her day. She lay there for awhile watching Devon sleep, her fingers lightly ran through his hair as she studied him. Under all that rock and roll exterior he really was this gentle caring sort of guy who coincidentally had the chiseled jaw of a viking warrior. Elsa sighed quietly, leaned over Devon and gave him the softest of kisses on his cheek before she slipped out of his arm so she could get up. <br><br>In the still dark wee hours of the morning she padded along back into the villa to pick up a change of outfits, selecting her favorite watermelon bikini. Today felt like the right day to wear it. Few of the islanders, if any, were awake at this time of the morning and in the dimly lit room it was hard to see who was up and who was not. She just quietly pulled her stuff out of her bed's drawers than scampered off just as stealthy to the change rooms where she could take a shower. Hopping in and quickly rinsing off before she put on clean clothes to head back down to the gym. The whole thing took her less than ten minutes. If anyone caught her getting ready she'd quietly whisper that she was getting up to go to the gym and invite them alone if they wanted. She was always welcoming of a gym buddy.<br><br>Hitting the gym, Elsa worked through her routine quietly straining and lifting until the sun rose. Hanging from the bar she cranked out several sets of pull-ups, wide armed and tight held. She hung there for awhile raising her legs perpendicular, feet straight out in front and doing slow wide circles feeling the burn in her lower abs. Taking a short break she moved to sit on an oversized inflated ball and drink some water watching the sunrise. Devon was at the other end of the pool on the grassy far end curled up in her blankets. She thought about joining him for a sunrise but that felt a little to presumptuous of her. If he wanted to share a sunrise with her, maybe he'd invite her to do so on another morning. Right now, it was okay. She was just happy that last night and today was starting out to be a lot more positive than the first couple days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>27-09-2019, 22:58:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/PU2VIkd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>River Silk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15025750#msg15025750)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Omni<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Topeka, Kansas<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, 3 July 2019, just after 6:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Short Pink Robe, Barefoot<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><hr><br>To say that River was not a morning person was to say that Attila the Hun was not a philanthropist. She was in fact, quite the opposite in every way. A night person one might say. But when one was in a house with big windows that opened when the light was good for the cameras, on a delightful island full of loud tropical birds and such, sleeping in was hardly an option.<br><br>River was stumbling towards the kitchen looking for whatever most closely resembled Reese's Puffs, yawning, no makeup, hair still tossled, when Elsa came up behind her. <br><br>"Mmm. Mrrrmm." She said, perhaps they had intended to be words, perhaps 'oh hey' or 'good morning' or perhaps a poignant quip of life's little foibles. But whatever was meant to be said the message did not reach River's lips and they, only aware that they were supposed to be on call but that the boss wasn't watching just opened and made a noise and went back to slacking off.<br><br>River stared at the cereal cupboard for a moment. She didn't seem to be enamored with her options. Or she had fallen asleep standing up. It was hard to tell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>28-09-2019, 14:53:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nigswYG.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 4 July, 2019 | 5:15am-6am'ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa outdoors; the gym and Kitchen area for a bit<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> &lt;waiting for someone to insert name here&gt;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> River | Devon(maybe when he wakes up) | Open<br><strong>Mood</strong>:&nbsp; Lizzo - Good As Hell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmbmeOgWsqE)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-10.jpg)</div> Mornings were the best time of day. It was a delight to jump out of bed in the morning, slip into some workout clothes and head out before dawn every day. Elsa loved seeing the sunrise, often she would put on her track shoes and jog to the gym with her headphones on and music to start the day. On the streets of London she loved how fresh the morning air was compared to the late afternoon congestion. She would bounce along down the street, ponytail bouncing back and forth while she pounded the pavement with her feet. Often she'd start her day with upbeat dance and pop music playing in her ears than she'd get to the gym and switch to music with a harder edge. The transitions of music would mark her change to competition mode. It was a whole routine she followed, there was comfort in it and everyday brought a sense of progress and personal empowerment. So say she was a morning person, would be an understatement.<br><br>Elsa was all smiles having watched the sunrise from her perch on top of the exercise ball. Going to take a drink from her water bottle she realized it was empty so she turned to head back to the kitchen area. Her ears missed her music and her tongue was parched. Heading over to the kitchen area, a messy haired, bleary eyed American cereal monster waited to greet her. <br><br>Elsa gave her a chirpy, <strong>"Good morning."</strong> <br><br>River responded with, <em>"Mmm. Mrrrmm."</em><br><br>Refiling her water bottle, Elsa watched River who appeared to half fall asleep on her feet while staring at something that looked like chocolate candy in a box. Moving up beside her. Elsa reached into the cupboard and took down the box of cereal... did it really qualify as cereal? Well, whatever it was she took it down and rattled in front of River to catch her attention and snap her out of her sleep trance.<br><br><strong>"Is this what you were looking for,"</strong> Elsa asked her. Without waiting for a response she took down a bowl and poured some of the cocoa infused sweet cereal into a bowl for River. She looked over at her with the corner of her eye and spoke again, not fully sure if River was awake. <strong>"I'm sorry for last night. I didn't mean to run away. That was very rude of me. I apologize."</strong> She paused and ducked around the other side of River to the fridge to take out the almond milk and regular milk. <strong>"Do you want Almond or normal milk?"</strong> She wiggled the jugs in front of her... <em>The milk jugs. Not her jugs... The Milk Milk jugs.. oh my gawd get your mind out of the gutter people.</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>30-09-2019, 05:53:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/In-The-Frow-Burberry-Amber-Rose-Photography-25.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Dinner time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dining table | Break Up Couch<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cover-up (https://malaysia.timbangharga.com/cf/1050/cdn/HTB1mjM.KkCWBuNjy0Faq6xUlXXap/2018-Solid-Beach-Cover-up-Bandage-Sexy-Tunics-for-Beach-Women-Bathing-suit-cover-up-women.jpg) over a bikini that's not entirely visible and these wedges (https://debenhams.scene7.com/is/image/Debenhams/067010408780_SC?wid=333&amp;hei=333&amp;qlt=80&amp;op_usm=1.1,0.5,0,0&amp;fmt=webp)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><hr><br>Grace chuckled when Elsa did, noting the puffiness of the blonde’s cheeks as she tried to speak through her mouthful of pizza. She patiently waited as Elsa gulped it down, taking the moment to sip some more of her wine in the process. <br><br>When she was able, Elsa apologized, and clarified things. Grace tilted her head as she listened to Elsa, who divulged even more about her sudden and surprising burst of emotion. She had been feeling alone, which up until that point hadn’t been something that Grace really thought about often. She was lucky to be paired with Corey. Maybe even luckier than she realized.<br><br>Elsa confessed that she hadn’t been expecting her experience in the villa to turn out as it had and Grace couldn’t help pouting at the blonde. “Aw, Elsa, I’m sorry.” She felt badly about the predicament that she found herself in. “It’s not your fault, though. Just the situation, I’m afraid.” <br><br>She mentioned her date with Mark and just his name getting mentioned was enough to make Grace sigh. “Oh, I had a date with him as well. Trust me, ours went worse.” It somehow made her feel slightly better to know that she wasn’t alone in that trend. She would’ve said more about him, but then Elsa kept going on, chatting about the argument between her and Samantha. <br><br>“To be fair, I haven’t done a thing to her other than ignore her when she was trying to graft on Corey whilst I was away on an obligatory date that I could not refuse to go on.” Grace sighed, taking another sip of her wine. “But, I’m sorry that it’s unneeded drama.” She shrugged. It wasn’t her fault, certainly. Grace wasn’t the one going around calling Samantha names for the hell of it.<br><br>“River may have been flirting with you,” Grace concurred with Elsa’s suspicion, a sage like nod following. She chuckled when Elsa carried on to apologize for babbling so much. “No, don’t be sorry. It sounds like you’ve just had quite a day.” Who knows, maybe she was getting close to her time of the month. However, Grace knew better than to bring that up.<br><br>Grace leaned in when Elsa wrapped her arms around her legs. She gave Elsa a very small sideways hug. “I’m always round to lend an ear or a shoulder if you need either. And you never have to apologize for it. Okay?” Grace nodded, making sure Elsa knew she meant it, before swigging from her wine glass again.<br><br>After a moment, she leaned back, sighing a bit. “What do you think of River, though?” Grace had to ask. Maybe she could play matchmaker, if it were at all possible. “And what about Devon, what do you make of him? I reckon he’s a prime example of ‘don’t judge a book by its cover,’ isn’t he?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>30-09-2019, 08:49:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/PU2VIkd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>River Silk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15025750#msg15025750)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Omni<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Topeka, Kansas<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, 3 July 2019, just after 6:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Short Pink Robe, Barefoot<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa, Open<br><br><hr><br>River made a very indistinct grunting noise as the cereal seemed to float down and oh, no someone was giving it to her. "Mmmm." She said with a smile. She glanced over and saw Elsa pointing at milks. "Mmmm." She pointed at the fat option, taking it to the table she poured herself a bowl and was delighted to find that there was coffee already sitting there. She'd poured it herself just a few minutes ago of course but she hadn't remembered doing that. A deep sip of it and a huge spoonful of sugary cereal and she seemed to join the world of the living a little more.<br><br>Blinking the sleep away she realized she was staring directly at Elsa. "Oh. Hey." She said as if the girl had just come into focus, which in many ways she had. Her tone was a curious mix of subdued and nonchalant, as she realized she was being apologized to by someone she had actually figured to be told she owed one herself.<br><br>"Oh." She blinked. "Oh alright glad you said that I thought I freaked you out." She took another big bite of cereal and big sip of coffee, gulping it all down quickly.<br><br>"Well, damn I would have chased your ass if I had known I hadn't." She said, mentally kicking herself. She glanced down aware of her bed-head look all of a sudden. "And like, gotten all sexy this morning if I knew I was going to run into you. Fuck!" She seemed let down with herself. <br><br>"Sorry I got all mopey cuz I went to bed alone last night and I honestly wasn't expecting that." She sighed, putting an elbow on the table and resting her hand in it, gazing at Elsa the way she had last night a bit more now, "I mean, like, I didn't expect to get a girl like you day one, but I figured at least one of the horndog guys would wanna be all, well, you know." She gave the girl a smile. Then sighed. "But nope, they all seem scared or something. Probably worried my dick's bigger than theirs." She said casually, thinking Elsa was aware of her non-binary gender and not that she was revealing anything with that statement. <br><br>She took another big bite of cereal and glanced out the window. "It's really freakin' nice here though." She admitted. "I should go get pretty before anyone else sees me." She didn't move to do so though, staying there eating cereal and drinking coffee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>30-09-2019, 08:53:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/vQiVZTx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>River Silk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15025750#msg15025750)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Omni<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Topeka, Kansas<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, 3 July 2019, just after 6:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured, Black/Clear Platform Heels<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gwen, Open!<br><br><hr><br>River glanced up at Gwen as the other girls cleared out. "Well yeah, guess it's just me though. I seem to have scared everyone off." She glanced after the departing Elsa and Grace, pouting a little.<br><br>"I'm River." She said with a smile. "You wanna be friends or all backstabby bitchy with each other? Actually, nevermind." She waved a hand. "You're all skinny and blonde and pretty and I'll probably get voted off if the viewers have to choose between us." She obviously didn't want to leave just yet. "So, best friends?" She stood up and opened her arms offering a hug. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>30-09-2019, 12:53:23</strong>
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				<br><strong></strong><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/57/29/9a/57299a7cdac719dd3185308b2f246aa0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3, July 2019<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> James Harding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> River,&nbsp; Open<br><br><hr><br>Gwen watched as the girls left one by one. She noted one of them was obviously upset but couldn’t recall her name. That was always hard for her upon first meeting someone. It usually took an actual conversation for her to get names down pat. When River stayed behind with her she smiled to the new girl. It was easy to think some girls would be back stabby or two faced. It was one of the reasons that Gwen found it hard to make friends with girls. The pretty blonde knew that somehow it was going to be different for her and the new girl.<br><br>As she introduced herself she maintained her smile and stood up giving the dark haired darling a warm hug. <strong>”I’d love to be friends! I’m Gwen. Sorry if things are kind of crazy everything is still new and people are getting to know each other a bit more now.”</strong><br><br>After the hug Gwen stepped back and continued, <strong>”Also you are quite lovely yourself. Have you met an of the guys yet? I know a couple of them left and I think its caused some tension with a couple girls.”</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>30-09-2019, 13:57:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/newpix/2018/06/05/21/4CF148C300000578-5809533-image-a-131_1528228835898.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Heading to bed<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br>Grace perked a brow at Corey as relief washed over him. “Should I be worried about what you lads are all texting each other about us girls?” Her brow perked and she gave him a small smirk, flashing a bit of a challenge at him. He surmised he only had to worry when he saw her with a gaggle of girls, which made Grace chuckle. “Yes. That’s when you should get very, very concerned.” Her nod was slow and her eyes were wide, but she couldn’t keep a straight face.<br><br>Grace did a bit of a happy dance beneath the sheets when Corey mentioned that she could have all of his sushi if ever they were served it. He was a fish and chips guy, which Grace didn’t have a hard time picturing. Except that he wasn’t the least bit doughy. “You must not eat fish n’ chips often, because it’s certainly not showing up anywhere.” She remarked smoothly.<br><br>She grinned at his blush. “Well, there’s still loads of time for you to give me plenty of sweet lines.” Grace dipped out of the bed to take care of prepping for bed and to replace the bowl where it belonged. By the time she returned, Corey was underneath the covers. She slipped in as well, leaning into him to kiss his neck and bid him a goodnight. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and eased back so that Grace could cuddle him easier. <br><br>But that wasn’t where the night ended.<br><br><div align="center">To be continued... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309042.msg15099695#msg15099695)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>30-09-2019, 17:41:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/vQiVZTx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>River Silk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15025750#msg15025750)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Omni<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Topeka, Kansas<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, 3 July 2019, just after 6:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured, Black/Clear Platform Heels<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gwen, Open!<br><br><hr><br>River had gone in for a girly half-assed hug, but she was presently surprised when Gwen actually wrapped her up in a legit one. "Oh!" She said a bit surprised, but clearly pleasantly so, and proceeded to wrap Gwen up in a warm hug right back. <br><br>"You give amazing hugs!" She said happily, holding onto her for a moment, finding her very cozy to hug. When she let go of the girl she was smiling at her as if she saw her in a very different light now. She wouldn't admit it but she tended to assume all pretty, skinny blondes acted the same way and that was a way that usually made River feel unwelcome and unwanted. So far the girls on the island were challenging that stereotype for her.<br><br>River introduced herself and gave a quick run down of her life story, grew up in small town America, never fit in, ended up in Hollywood, has done a few movies that she didn't even bother to ask if Gwen had seen, etc. etc. She didn't outright mention that when she grew up everyone thought she was a boy, but it was implied that she was different in more than personality a few times.<br><br>She answered Gwen's question about boys-<br><br>"I uh, I met a few, but one got scared off by the other and then that one got scared off by the girls." She sighed. "Like, honestly," she ran a hand through her hair, "If I'd known only two guys would look my direction and both look away afterwards I would have worn flip flops." She glanced down at her platform heels. "Aren't guys like, supposed to swarm like sharks around anything that walks in in these?" She said, glaring at her shoes like they may have some sort of defect she wasn't realizing.<br><br>"So uh, tell me about you?" She asked with a bright smile.<br><br>As she listened, and she did listen, to Gwen, it became clear though she was a bit distracted by a though that had occurred to her. She smiled and nodded going "uh huh" as Gwen finished and then she went right into it.<br><br>"So uh, hey, you wanna, uh, go cuddle out on one of the day beds or something?" She asked impulsively, hopefully. "Sorry I don't mean to be all -" she gestured in a 'you know' way, "but like, you seem like you'd be really good at it and I could kinda use it right now." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>01-10-2019, 01:42:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nigswYG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 4 July, 2019 | Little after 6am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa outdoors; from grassy bed with Devon -&gt; to the gym<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> &lt;waiting for someone to insert name here&gt;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> River | Open<br><strong>Mood</strong>:&nbsp; Lizzo - Good As Hell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmbmeOgWsqE)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-10.jpg)</div> It clearly took some time for River to wake up in the morning. She appeared groggy and it wasn't until she had a little caffeine in her and some cereal before her eyes began to focus. Elsa had started to do some stretches again while she watched River eat and talk. She laughed when River said something about chasing after her. <br><br>Elsa said, <strong>"I'm always down here early. Force of habit, training all the time. Best make yourself pretty everyday."</strong> She laughed a little and stuck her ass up in the air playfully giving it a wiggle for River to see. Elsa's feeling that River had been flirting with her the night before was confirmed now but it didn't bother her. It was nice to know someone found you attractive. She wondered back over to the gym and grabbed a rubber exercise band and came back, putting it around her thighs while she did a few weightless squats next to the table where River was eating.<br><br>In the middle of slowly lowering and raising herself back up she was going to interject about having the same thought as River. Elsa had never expected to sleep alone on her first night in the house either. Honestly, she was half expecting to be seduced by some exotic hunky boy by now. Her mind was bouncing around fantasies of dreamy eyed boys and feelings of mutual sympathy with River when the raven haired beaut dropped her not so secret-secret like a little bombshell, Elsa's jaw dropped. Unphased and unaware, River continued to talk.<br><br>Elsa closed her gaping maw realizing that it was probably very rude to be so expressive. She was genuinely surprised.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm sorry," </strong>Elsa said as it clicked in her brain. She took a seat across from River. <strong>"Now I feel even more rude than before. I didn't know... That you had a penis that is."</strong> A flood of questions were pouring into Elsa's head. <strong>"Wait, does that make you the first Trans gender person on the show? How cool is that? Do you identify as female? Are you transitioning? Is that rude to ask? If I say something rude, please tell me... I'm talking about all this stuff that you probably don't want to get into it.... Random fact, Sweden was the first country in the world to recognize the right to change gender. It's been a bit of an up and down battle since that though. I don't really know all the details."</strong> Elsa nodded a few times. <strong></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>01-10-2019, 03:13:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/84/Corey-Pajamas.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen -&gt; Bed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg) - pants are gone!<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace, closed<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br><div align="center">Continuing here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309042.msg15100762#msg15100762)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>01-10-2019, 23:44:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-frx5-1.cdninstagram.com/vp/7827b12f6d41f9c2fb6b4aa9fb2d6e31/5DEC372F/t51.2885-15/e35/67422255_874632779581098_4633600165210364889_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-frx5-1.cdninstagram.com&amp;se=7&amp;ig_cache_key=MjA5NzM2MTYwNTQyMDQ5MTIzMg%3D%3D.2)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | In the hour of 2:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Upstairs bathroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://scontent-frt3-2.cdninstagram.com/vp/52161d761f7db450afbdf78b262934e0/5DA65F2F/t51.2885-15/e35/62596829_416297855765698_8777060865849444673_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-frt3-2.cdninstagram.com&amp;se=7&amp;ig_cache_key=MjA3NDk4NzQ5MTIwNDU2OTk5Mg%3D%3D.2)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Rhonda<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rhonda<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/the-love-island-villa-05.jpg)</div> <br>Logan wasn’t aware that he had been holding his breath while waiting for Rhonda, until she stepped into his sights and it fled from him all at once. His shoulders lowered and his body visibly seemed to relax at least a little bit. He knew he was still in hot water but had to hope that at the moment, the heat was at least turned down just a bit. <br><br>Rhonda joked about his lunch money and Logan perked his brows. “Oh, they were giving out money, were they? I didn’t get that memo.” He chuckled. The implication was that he used his own money to pay for the flowers. Not that he minded doing so. He watched her silently as she made her way closer to the tub, looking over the decorative candles. <br><br>She licked her finger and put one of the candles out, then turned to face Logan. He chuckled again. “One too many, was it? Don’t want the fire alarm to go off now, do we?” He smirked. Rhonda mentioned that he forgot the glass of wine, but Logan only blinked at her. “You didn’t mention a glass of wine.” He shook his head subtly. <br><br>“I remembered what you said. About kicking your heels off and washing your face and taking a hot bath before bed.” He paraphrased her words from their first night together. He stepped closer to her and handed her the bouquet of flowers. “Would you like me to get you some? What’s your favorite?” He leaned in a bit, guiding his hand to her cheek, a few fingers caressing her skin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>02-10-2019, 01:20:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/PU2VIkd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>River Silk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15025750#msg15025750)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Omni<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Topeka, Kansas<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, 3 July 2019, just after 6:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Short Pink Robe, Barefoot<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa, Open<br><br><hr><br>River responded to the suggestion to make herself pretty every day with a rather unenthusiastic "ehhhhhh." The rest of Elsa's words though, provoked a wide eyed look of surprise and then a covered-mouthed laugh that made River put down her spoon and coffee cup and lean forward, reaching across the table to squeeze Elsa's hand.<br><br>"Oh my god! You didn't know?" She laughed. "I swore they said they'd tell you!" She blinked. "Or maybe I just assumed?" She glanced to the side, but it was too early to remember. "Oh my god!" She repeated, laughing, pulling back to sit up straight but leaving her hand over Elsa's in a very friendly and warm manner.<br><br>"Oh no, no - " she waved her free hand as Elsa started asking questions with big words in them. "Look look look" she said quickly, pulling her hand back so she could hold both up in a gesture of surrender, "I'm not like one of those uh - " she paused, how to say this, well, shoot there was only one way - she made air quotes with her fingers "smart people" she admitted with a self-effacing smile, "okay like, I'm the sort of person that handles a breakup by coming on a reality dating show." She laughed, "Like, thinking about all that stuff makes my head hurt, okay? I'm just me. You can call me what you like, guy, girl, I don't care." She shrugged. "I don't identify as anything except me. Okay? Nice and simple like that." <br><br>"Oh, hey cool, go Sweden." She said with a smile. Paused for a moment blinking. "I can't think of any way to turn that into a pick up line." She pouted, "wait wait!" She sat up straight, holding her had out then grinned as she got all 'smooth', brushing her hair back and leaning in, speaking in a breathy voice with fluttering eyes, "Hey girl. You wanna be the first to transition into me?" She moved her shoulders a little, rolling her body a bit as she sat. <br><br>Keeping the same breathless, fluttering eyes, flirty persona she continued, "No I don't know what that means but is it working?" She fluttered and rolled herself in a sort of mockingly sexy way a bit more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>04-10-2019, 13:42:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/7N7A4273-copy-land-1600x1065.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This sleep shirt (https://d2h1pu99sxkfvn.cloudfront.net/b0/2599118/410081670_v89j5Iu7fP/P0.jpg) | Heels in picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br>At the mention of sneaking away, their lips magnetically came together. Grace didn’t seem to need seclusion and privacy in order to show Corey exactly how he was making her feel, in that moment. And it seemed that Corey fell right into the same category as a groan slipped free and caused his lips to vibrate against hers while they shared a passionate lip lock. <br><br>Grace’s eager hands wrapped around him, fingers weaving through his locks and gripping in places, while his chest pressed more fervently against hers. From beneath the sheets, her hips pressed against his with a bit of a roll. When Corey’s voice interrupted their steamy kiss, she blinked headily at him, slightly out of breath. <br><br>His prompt only partially reminded her of her own words. She had to think for a moment, finding it more difficult to do so with the fog of lost clouding her judgement. She grinned at him, her brows perking in intrigue. “I mean, only if you wanted to.” Grace’s words were playful by then. <br><br><div align="center">To be continued... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309042.msg15105659#msg15105659)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>06-10-2019, 15:27:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | 6pm'ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa outdoor sofa by the gym - Break Up Couch<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Mood</strong>:&nbsp; Halsey - Bad at Love (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdYFuCp3m9k)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-10.jpg)</div> Grace was a patient listener, even when Elsa rambled on. She had felt an immediate click with Grace and her emotional confessions fell out quickly. Maybe it was just that Grace was the first person here that seemed to care or something but it was easy to talk to her. Elsa figured that maybe Grace was a people person, a skill and trait she both admired and envied.<br><br><strong>"I'm just feeling like I want to extricate myself from the whole situation,"</strong> Elsa said in reply. <strong>"There is no place to get away from any of it here in the villa." </strong>She looked up at Grace with sad puppy dog eyes. Letting out a sigh her shoulders slumped. <strong>"Feels good to let this all out to you though. Thanks for listening. They don't really tell you what it's going to be like in here with none of your friends or family to talk to. The isolation is so much more than expected especially if you don't couple up.... But let's not talk about me or who I'm going to couple up with. That's just to depressing to think about. I don't even know what that whole River situation is about and I didn't even realize Devon was single."</strong><br><br>Elsa scooted in closer to Grace. <strong>"What's going on with you and Corey?"</strong> She gave Grace a friendly little nudge with her elbow and grinned. <strong>"You two are the cutest couple in the villa. Is it for real? Are you two just friends? I saw his cute little pajamas."</strong> Elsa giggled. "<strong>What's that all about?.. You have to tell me everything."</strong> She wanted to change the subject and move on with her life, to just let it all go. Asking someone else about their relationship seemed like a good place to start because she had yet to get into the whole bonding part of the villa. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>06-10-2019, 15:53:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nigswYG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 4 July, 2019 | Little after 6am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> &lt;waiting for someone to insert name here&gt;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> River<br><strong>Mood</strong>:&nbsp; Lizzo - Good As Hell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmbmeOgWsqE)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(http://i1.cdnds.net/15/23/618x412/uktv-love-island-villa-03.jpg)</div> The air quotes and comment about not being one of the smart people had Elsa chuckling and smiling as she watched River talk. All around Elsa was in a pretty good mood this morning so River's humorous sleepy demeanor was amusing to say the least. The part about the breakup hit home, Elsa could relate or if River was aware of her situation. Than River was rolling her shoulders, slicking her hair back and speaking in some sort of breathless Marilyn Munroe whisper. Rolling her eyes and laughing out loud this time she covered her mouth realizing what time of day it was. Her hand popped over her mouth cutting off the laugh with a sudden stop. She giggled behind her head. <br><br>Getting up, she carried an inflated exercise ball over next to where River was seated and Elsa straddled it, taking a seat right next to her. <strong>"You are just extra funny. I love it... But I have to tell you something. I don't date girls. If you watched the competition we had you probably heard about my experience with other girls but I've never had that sort of emotional connection with them. It's always just been sexual. I know this certainly isn't that sort of thing exactly but I don't really know how to feel about it. I would need a lot of time to think about it. I want to be all cool and relaxed about whatever comes my way and just go with whatever happens but this place does not give us time to sort through our feelings. Also, I don't want to lie."</strong>&nbsp; Elsa looked across the grassy field to the sleeping man with the long hair out by the edge of the pool. His head just barely visible on the downward slope at the other end of the infinity pool. <strong>"I sort of had a thing last night with that guy over there, Devon. I feel like him and I connected. It was pretty good. I'm not sure where it's going but I'd like to see it through if he lets it go that way."</strong> Looking at River with a concerned expression she was worried that she'd hurt her feelings. <strong>"Are we okay? Friends? And by the way, I totally came here to escape a break up too."</strong> She nodded a yes, half hoping that River would say they were okay and half saying that she totally understood how she felt about running away to Love Island to escape as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>06-10-2019, 21:07:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/PU2VIkd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>River Silk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15025750#msg15025750)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Omni<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Topeka, Kansas<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, 3 July 2019, just after 6:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Short Pink Robe, Barefoot<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa, Open<br><br><hr><br>River's face fell, but only for a moment, as Elsa gave her the talk. She was tempted to tell her just not to think of her as a girl but to Elsa she was clearly in the girl box and that was that. River shrugged as if to say she wasn't that surprised at this and sighed, running a hand through her hair, "definitely should have gotten pretty first." As if Elsa couldn't possibly have shot her down if she'd bothered with makeup first.<br><br>"Nah, nah, it's cool." She said waving away and concern the blonde might have for the American's well being. "I get it." She sighed, then glanced over at Devon, expecting to see, well, something that wasn't Devon, a did a bit of a double take. "Oh. He actually looks fun." She admitted, her tone making it clear there was enough jealousy to go around between the two of them at the thought of them together. <br><br>"Okay well," she paused not quite accepting the friendship yet. "If we're friends are you gonna help me out? Like, I gotta find someone or I'm gonna get sent home as soon as I walk in which would just totally suck." She slumped her shoulders down melodramatically. "So like, I mean, help me out, who should I be going for?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>11-10-2019, 01:27:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nigswYG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 4 July, 2019 | Little after 6am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> &lt;waiting for someone to insert name here&gt;<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> River<br><strong>Mood</strong>:&nbsp; Lizzo - Good As Hell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmbmeOgWsqE)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(http://i1.cdnds.net/15/23/618x412/uktv-love-island-villa-03.jpg)</div> Feeling terrible for letting River down, Elsa knew that getting this situation out in the open and talking it out was the best approach she could come up with even if it was a bit awkward. She raised an eyebrow at River's comment about Devon looking like fun and took note that it probably meant River might try to move in on him. Well, if that's what happened so be it. Elsa considered this potential threat to her budding relationship with Devon but shrugged it off because as she saw it, no solid relationship was ever built on jealousy.<br><br>River said, <em>"So like, I mean, help me out, who should I be going for?"</em><br><br><strong>"That's a tough question,"</strong> Elsa said. <strong>"But you won't have to worry about the next coupling ceremony, you'll have immunity. As for the other Villa members, I have only got to talk to a few people so far. That Logan guy seems to get around a bit. He might not be in a stable relationship. And Owen was chatting me up the other day, so I'm not sure how he feels about his relationship either. I haven't really got a read on any of the girls except Grace. She and Corey seem solid so I'm guessing that's going to remain unbreakable... I think we'll know at the next recoupling ceremony when you see who chooses who and if any of the current couples break."</strong><br><br>Elsa's body leaned back on the exercise ball she was seated on and she slid her ass down the front of the ball until it fit into her up by the back. She rocked back and forth a few times, flexing her thighs and rolling out her back before rolling back up until she was seated on it again. She was obviously getting stretches in. <br><br><strong>"I'm going to bang out a few more exercises. Would you like to join for a bit?... Oh by the way, it's a great vantage point from the gym equipment to watch people coming and going from the villa together.&nbsp; Great way to scope out the competition."</strong> Elsa laughed a little as she spoke. <strong>"Besides, all that sugar in the cereal must have you buzzing by now." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>11-10-2019, 01:58:47</strong>
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				( moved to coupling ceremony as requested by GM &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=311768.msg15115364#msg15115364) )
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>11-10-2019, 03:06:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/41zguviWqaL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, UK<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019, Afternoon (post Competition)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Just <strong>Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace, Closed<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div align="center">Continued Here! (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309042.msg15114388#msg15114388)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>11-10-2019, 06:32:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/PU2VIkd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>River Silk</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15025750#msg15025750)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Omni<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Topeka, Kansas<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, 3 July 2019, just after 6:00 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Short Pink Robe, Barefoot<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Nobody!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa, Open<br><br><hr><br>River scrunched her face thoughtfully as Elsa spoke. Yeah, none of this helped her much, but she hadn't figured out any better on her own. "Oh well, thanks for trying." She said with a friendly enough smile. "Maybe someone else will show up and be right for me." The way she said it suggested she didn't have a whole lotta hope of getting anywhere with anyone she'd met so far. "Or maybe I overlooked someone." She tapped her chin thoughtfully.<br><br>When asked if she wanted to join in River almost laughed, then realized it wasn't a joke. "What? Oh god no!" She said, sounding horrified. "If I'm going to get anyone's attention the last thing I need is to put myself where I get compared to <em>this</em>." She gestured up and down Elsa's body. She shuddered as if the very idea would be her death knell on this island. "I'll see you later for the coupling thingy." She blew a kiss and waved, hopping off the stool and heading back towards the changing room to get ready for the ceremony later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>11-10-2019, 06:54:14</strong>
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				( moved to coupling cereremony &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=311768.msg15115016#msg15115016) )
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>11-10-2019, 12:24:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/In-The-Frow-Burberry-Amber-Rose-Photography-25.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Dinner time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dining table | Break Up Couch<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cover-up (https://malaysia.timbangharga.com/cf/1050/cdn/HTB1mjM.KkCWBuNjy0Faq6xUlXXap/2018-Solid-Beach-Cover-up-Bandage-Sexy-Tunics-for-Beach-Women-Bathing-suit-cover-up-women.jpg) over a bikini that's not entirely visible and these wedges (https://debenhams.scene7.com/is/image/Debenhams/067010408780_SC?wid=333&amp;hei=333&amp;qlt=80&amp;op_usm=1.1,0.5,0,0&amp;fmt=webp)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><hr><br>Grace reached out for Elsa’s back, gently pressing her hand there and in a comforting display, began to lightly rub the space between her shoulders. “I know what you mean,” she admitted when Elsa professed to no safe spaces in the villa. “I suppose the diary room has been my place for a quick breather when I need it.” She tilted her head, still resting her hand on Elsa’s back. “And just letting my thoughts sort of spill out in there is pretty cathartic.” <br><br>However, Elsa’s anxieties and worries were completely understandable. “You’re not alone, though. I’m sure we’re all going to have those moments when things get highly volatile and emotional. But stick it out, if you can. I’d like you to stay here.” Grace smiled warmly to the blonde, hoping that she was having a positive effect on her. She peeled her hand away then and took another swig from her wine glass.<br><br>Elsa admitted that it felt nice to share her worries and Grace nodded in turn. “You can speak to me anytime.” She had already said that, granted, but felt it beared repeating. Elsa thanked her for listening and Grace simply smiled again. She could only imagine how difficult things must have been for Elsa, having to be alone since night one, when that was not at all how she planned for things to go. “I’m hopeful,” Grace whispered to Elsa. <br><br>Surely her luck would turn around - and soon. Perhaps it was just a hunch that she had, but Grace couldn’t shake the feeling. She straightened up a bit when Elsa remarked that she no longer wished to speak about coupling up and instead changed the topic back to herself and Corey. To her pointed question, Grace simply had to release a giggle. “What do you mean?” She sheepishly responded, feigning ignorance for a moment. <br><br>She snagged her lip briefly, her gaze falling, before she bashfully looked back at Elsa. “It’s definitely real for me.” Her free hand pressed against her chest. “I think it’s just as real for him, but sometimes it all feels too much like a fairy tale, and like I’m sort of expecting something&nbsp; to trip us up. Not that I want anything to, mind you. Just, that’s how my luck has been with guys for ages.” <br><br>She laughed at the mention of his Hello Kitty pajamas. “Apparently his mates planted those in his suitcase for a bit of a laugh.” Grace’s hand left her chest and flitted over her mouth. Honestly, she was getting a bit flustered just speaking about him. “I’ve never met anyone like him before, really.” Her hand fell and she shifted in her seat, fingers lining the stem of her glass. “He’s funny and charming and genuine. He really makes me feel like… this is it.” <br><br>Grace’s cheeks flushed a bit and she hid her face by cupping a hand over her forehead, laughing at herself a bit. “Is that mental, or what?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>16-10-2019, 00:51:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | 6pm'ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa outdoor sofa by the gym - Break Up Couch<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Mood</strong>:&nbsp; Halsey - Bad at Love (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdYFuCp3m9k)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-10.jpg)</div> Grace was acting coy at first to Elsa's questions and the playful coyness was endearing. Elsa could tell that she was just bursting over with excitement. The positive energy felt good. Being trapped in her own little world for days had left Elsa feeling surrounded with negative thoughts and emotions. It was not a place that she was used to being in, so this wonderful energy coming off of Grace was a refreshing feeling. She listened intently as Grace finally started to spill the beans and talk about her relationship with Corey. The story of the Hello Kitty pajamas was enough to cause Elsa to crack a broad smile and chuckle. It felt good to laugh. <br><br>Elsa said, <strong>"You two are so adorable together. It's honestly jealousy inducing. Don't ever change. It's totally not mental. It's amazing. Okay, maybe it's a little mental but that's what makes it so awesome."</strong> She let out a little sigh. That type of sigh you give when you see a cute couple together or watch the fluffiest puppy snuggling. It's a heart filled with happiness sort of sigh. <strong>"It really seems like that luck is turning around. I feel your pain on guys. But don't let any sort of doubt cause you to trip up. I have no idea what I'm talking about because I have so little experience with men. I just don't know what to do with them sometimes and I can't read them to save my life or relationship for that matter. Men are infuriating. But I do know that self doubt can cause us to self sabotage. I see people in competitions do it all the time."</strong> She shook her head in frustration.<strong> "But who am I to give advice. Whatever your doing is working. Don't stop. I'm literally a dumb blond when it comes to men. Although that's probably because I went to a number of all girl private schools before college. Like just as I was getting to the age to chase boys my father sent me away. I feel like that was probably planned. He used to say it was because there were no girls in our neighborhood and few at our school. Now I totally don't get boys. Unless I'm kicking their ass at sports. I just don't understand them. Hey maybe if you've got this whole thing figured out, maybe you can give me some pointers."</strong><br><br>Pausing for a bit, Elsa wanted to pursue more conversation. She liked Grace but didn't know where to start or what to say. She mulled it over for a bit before turning back to Grace with a little grin curling the corners of her lips. <strong>"Boys and drama, right? Seems to be the only things to do on the Island. What do you do when you're not hanging out in Mallorca and slumming it with the rest of us? I've totally built up this glam life in my head for you. What's the real story?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>18-10-2019, 13:59:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/In-The-Frow-Burberry-Amber-Rose-Photography-25.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Dinner time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Break Up Couch<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cover-up (https://malaysia.timbangharga.com/cf/1050/cdn/HTB1mjM.KkCWBuNjy0Faq6xUlXXap/2018-Solid-Beach-Cover-up-Bandage-Sexy-Tunics-for-Beach-Women-Bathing-suit-cover-up-women.jpg) over a bikini that's not entirely visible and these wedges (https://debenhams.scene7.com/is/image/Debenhams/067010408780_SC?wid=333&amp;hei=333&amp;qlt=80&amp;op_usm=1.1,0.5,0,0&amp;fmt=webp)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><hr><br>Grace felt slightly guilty about gushing over her and Corey’s relationship to Elsa, after just hearing that she was feeling devastated about the events that had transpired during her stay in the villa thus far. She didn’t want to make Elsa feel upset by reminding her of the sort of relationship she hadn’t been able to find here on Love Island, so she tried to keep her part a bit brief. At least she had laughed about Corey’s embarrassing pajama bottom story. <br><br>She called them adorable together and Grace just had to smile at that. The bit about inducing jealousy made her click her tongue against the roof of her mouth, though. “Aww, I hope not.” It was never her intention to make anyone else jealous, after all. Then again, if she were in Elsa’s spot, she was sure that she’d feel the exact same way. Her laughter bubbled forth when Elsa first tried to say it wasn’t mental, but then admitted it was, yet still amazing at the same time.<br><br>“It is mental.” She agreed, still chuckling. Elsa went on to express her own difficulty when it came to guys and dating. Apparently this was a common struggle for young women their age. Someone should really write a book about this kind of stuff. Still, her advice about not letting doubt win was a solid piece of advice. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” Grace nodded her head. “I’m sure a bit of worry is normal in every relationship, isn’t it?” <br><br>But then she made a remark as if she didn’t think she was qualified to give advice at all. “You’re my friend, that’s who. And I still think it’s sound advice.” Grace smiled brightly, then bumped shoulders with Elsa. The blonde revealed that she went to an all girl’s school before college and didn’t get to spend much time learning about and understanding boys. “Oh, I wouldn’t say I’ve got it all figured out, at all.” She chuckled, shaking her head firmly. <br><br>“Honestly, I do think it’s got a lot to do with luck. Like, I changed my head space about boys and suddenly here I am, finding one who might just be THE one. You know?” She smiled goofily, feeling herself growing embarrassed over it all. “But, the only thing I can say about it is… at least if you want someone good and sweet and all that, then you’ve got to wait until you find a guy who’s not messing about and playing games. You know what I mean?” <br><br>Grace took another long swig of her wine. After licking her lips again, she set the glass down beside her and released a small sigh. “Turns out lots of blokes are just playing a game.” She chuckled. “Maybe coming onto a game show to find love sort of… isn’t the best answer.” It all sounded like rubbish when she said it aloud. “But then again, I found Corey here. So, you just never know.” <br><br>Elsa asked a bit about Grace’s life outside of the villa and she straightened in her seat, smiling a bit as she thought about how best to answer. “It can be quite glam. But it’s also a lot of work. I’m constantly planning when and where to take pictures for the Gram and I’m always having to research fashion and tips and then begging to get into the shows and be at the posh events.” She chuckled. “It’s glam when you paint it that way, but honestly, not all that glam behind the camera.” <br><br>Grace still managed to have a smile on her face, though. “I spend my time offline with my family. And I love to bake. I’ve started baking for events and things. Mostly just friends and people who’ve heard about my cupcakes through friends or family.” She waved it off, like it wasn’t a big deal. Because, really, she didn’t think it was. <br><br>“That’s my actual passion. I’ve still got a passion for fashion but I guess… when you program yourself to think about it like a business, then it loses some of its appeal. I’m scared that it’ll be the same with baking, like, professionally.” There was more to that story, it was clear, but Grace didn’t elaborate any further. It may have been because the subject matter was too personal or difficult to talk about.<br><br>She paused, her smile growing a bit, whilst her cheeks flushed slightly. “Though Corey thinks I’m talented enough to make my own sweet shop.” Grace grinned even wider, as if what Corey thought was more important than what anyone else did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>19-10-2019, 00:52:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | 6pm'ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa outdoor sofa by the gym - Break Up Couch<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Mood</strong>:&nbsp; Halsey - Strangers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVd_71ZdRd4)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-10.jpg)</div> The bond that Grace and Corey shared was beautiful and listening to Grace talk about him and their relationship was great. It didn't hurt that the girl had an amazing British accent that Elsa was also jealous of. In fact, in her mind Elsa was rehearsing her English pronunciation of words to weed out more of her personal Swedish accent. Rhetorically, Grace asked Elsa if she knew what she meant about waiting to find the one and how luck plays a role. She responded to her new friend with nods as she talked, studying her eyes and smiling at the twinkle she found there. <em>That's what love should look like</em>, Elsa thought.<br><br>Hearing about Grace's Instagram fashions pursuits was fascinating and sounded fun to her. Of course she knew the grass wasn't always metaphorically better on the other side of that pixelated fence. Her feelings on the subject were confirmed as Grace tightened up about the subject. The talk of cupcakes had Elsa distracted though. She had consumed to much sugar earlier herself and now she was craving another fix, that was a cycle she'd need to put the brakes on. <br><br>Elsa said, <strong>"Maybe you can combine both fashion and baking? Or swing from one to another. And why open one sweet shop when you could open - THE - sweet shop. Cafe, bakery, trendy place to hang out. Make it an experience that combines all of your favorite things. You are clearly ambitious and like you said you've got passion for all of it. Don't limit yourself, girl. Go for it."</strong> Puzzling over it for a moment she smiled. <strong>"I had heard you were a bit of a fashion celeb, which is probably why I had the glam image in mind about you. But I had no idea about the baking thing. If you want a business partner or anything I could help. Totally hands off."</strong> She tilted her head. <strong>"Are you from London? I'm living there now so I spend most of my time between competitions there. You sound like you're from the UK at least. Sorry I'm not good with placing accents. But if you're near London or in it. We should absolutely hang out after this is all done. I'm in serious need of more girlfriends. I spend all day at the gym surrounded by guys who are obsessed with pushing their bodies limits. Girly things are something I get very little time for and I miss it.. Anyways. Side tracked there. But yeah. I would love to have something and more importantly someone to invest in as well. Success comes from the people founding the business idea. Not just from the business. I think you're a good investment and I'd love to help you succeed. Plus, you know, Great excuse to hang out. What do you think? Tell me more about what you want to do?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>22-10-2019, 18:44:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/In-The-Frow-Burberry-Amber-Rose-Photography-25.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Dinner time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Break Up Couch<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cover-up (https://malaysia.timbangharga.com/cf/1050/cdn/HTB1mjM.KkCWBuNjy0Faq6xUlXXap/2018-Solid-Beach-Cover-up-Bandage-Sexy-Tunics-for-Beach-Women-Bathing-suit-cover-up-women.jpg) over a bikini that's not entirely visible and these wedges (https://debenhams.scene7.com/is/image/Debenhams/067010408780_SC?wid=333&amp;hei=333&amp;qlt=80&amp;op_usm=1.1,0.5,0,0&amp;fmt=webp)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><hr><br>At Elsa’s suggestion to combine fashion and baking, Grace perked her brows. “Hm,” she murmured. That was an idea she had never thought up on her own. Even though she had no idea what combining her two passions might look like, the concept alone was rather riveting. The blonde beside her also spoke about opening up a sweet shop that served as more than just a place to pick up some cupcakes, and to that, Grace nodded. If she ever pursued her dreams and opened up her own shop, she’d be sure to make it appealing across all generations. Now, how to go about doing that exactly, was a different story.<br><br>“Thanks,” she smiled at Elsa. “Maybe you should try a bit of my sweets before you go saying all that.” She giggled. For all she knew, Elsa could have very well tasted one of her cupcakes or cookies from the days prior. She had made quite a few for Corey and left the extras out for the villa houseguests to enjoy. To Elsa’s remark about being a bit of a fashion celeb, she scrunched her nose and shook her head. “Oh, I dunno about that!” She waved a hand through the air, as if the very notion that she could be even semi famous was ridiculous. “I hardly consider myself a celeb.” Even the word on her tongue sounded so foreign as she said it. <br><br>Grace leaned in a little closer. “Not many know about the baking thing,” she confessed with a wry smile. When Elsa offered to be her business partner, she leaned away again, surprise taking over her features. Never had she been offered something so grown up. It actually stunned her for a moment. Good thing Elsa continued to talk about it, keeping their conversation from dying out early due to her stunned silence. Elsa mentioned living in London, said she needed more girlfriends and wanted to hang out when the show was done. “Oh, definitely!” Grace giggled, nudging Elsa lightly. “I already consider you my best girlfriend in here!” <br><br>She shook her head when Elsa guessed that Grace was from London, showing that she wasn’t at all offended. “I’m from Brighton, actually. Which, to be fair, is about two hours away from London by coach.” Her smile widened and her features brightened up quite a bit, just before she continued on. “That’s where Corey lives, you know.” Of course she didn’t know, but Grace said it in a matter of fact way. “So, if things continue to go well, then maybe I’ll be in London quite often.” Her blush returned at just the thought of it. “Anyway, I can definitely get you sorted out when it comes to girly things. We can chinwag about boys and put face masks on and watch terribly girly movies.” <br><br>Elsa mentioned investing in someone and again, Grace was left to blink at the unfamiliar word. Unfamiliar in the sense that she had never heard someone say it while speaking about her and her dreams. From there, the blonde asked what Grace thought, but honestly, she couldn’t put those thoughts together concisely. But she asked for more insight about what Grace wanted to do, which at least allowed her to think of something else to add. “Well, I love doing little events for friends and family, you know? I’ve done some bridal showers and birthdays. I did this dog birthday bash once,” she giggled. “Just something about figuring out what the best design would be for the occasion and creating it. Like, making my vision into a reality, you know?” <br><br>She shrugged and took another swig from her wine glass. “That’s half the fun, really. The frosting and the sweet taste sort of work all on their own. But the design comes from me.” She felt a little like she was rambling, so Grace shook her head and diverted topics just slightly. “What about you, then? You said you were looking for business investments. What else are you invested in?” Grace asked, curiously. “I don’t know much about business,” she confessed, dropping her tone to a hushed whisper. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 13:13:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imagesvc.ti-media.net/crop?width=720&amp;height=405&amp;url=https://keyassets-p2.timeincuk.net/wp/prod/wp-content/uploads/sites/57/2018/05/featured.jpg&amp;type=auto&amp;quality=75&amp;gravity=north)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Caroline Flack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg14999645#msg14999645)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 39<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> London, England<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Off Site<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> N/A - Host of Love Island<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Audience (mentioning new arrivals)<br><br><hr><br>On the morning of Friday, the 5th of July, the islanders were woken up by a song that not only played over the speakers, but also blared from the television that was set up in the living room, facing the sofa. The music video that went along with the song, was playing there. It was Charlie XCX’s song called Boys. <br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Boys - Charli XCX</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPRy1B4t5YA</div></div></div><br>The song began playing a minute after Caroline’s text was sent to the islanders, letting them know that a new arrival, or perhaps more than one new arrival, were set to arrive today. What the islanders didn’t know, however, was that the new arrivals were already in the backyard, waiting for the rest of the islanders to wake up. <br><br>Automatically, the enormous curtain in their shared bedroom parted and opened up, revealing the rising Mallorcan sun. It was just a little after 8 in the morning and if any of the islanders felt encouraged to look outside, perhaps searching for a clue that explained a little more about the song that was played, they would see two new arrivals - two boys - lounging near the pool.<br><br>Caroline turned to address the camera in front of her, from her off site location. Her wide smile was just as bubbly as ever, the excitement evident on her face. “Surprise, surprise! We’ve got two new lads joining the villa this morning. Let us see what the islanders think of these two new arrivals. Shall we?” The camera panned away, and the scene was over. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 15:11:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | 6pm'ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa outdoor sofa by the gym - Break Up Couch<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Mood</strong>:&nbsp; Halsey - Strangers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVd_71ZdRd4)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-10.jpg)</div> It was exciting knowing that Grace wanted to hang around together outside of the Villa. The idea all by itself made things a little easier. Even if she did live in Brighton which according to Grace was a bit of a travel. Nothing to Elsa though, a couple hours was easy travel. She returned her smiles and nodded as they talked. Maybe she did have a new friend? Grace seemed to consider her a friend and it was a nice thought to hold onto.<br><br><strong>"I look forward to hanging out with you both. I didn't know that Corey was from London,"</strong> Elsa said. <strong>"Myself, I've lived in the area for a couple years but I still can't tell the difference between a Welsh accent or a Londoner's. Anyways, it will be great to hang out with you."</strong><br><br>Grace was giggling with enthusiasm as she talked about the events she had planned for in the past including a dog's birthday at one point. Elsa had a little chuckle at that idea. Grace talked a little bit longer on the subject then circled back around to business investments. <br><br>Elsa was still grinning about the dog birthday bash still. <strong>"I could picture myself throwing a dog birthday party too. Now I want a dog just so I can do it... But yes, I get what you're saying about making your vision a reality, for me that's athletics. Envision it, work at it, make it happen."</strong> She had already finished off her own wine a little too quickly so refrained from adding another glass. <br><br><strong>"I'm not really looking for investments exactly,"</strong> Elsa said. <strong>"It's just that my brothers handle all of that stuff so I don't really have a lot of my own. Like nothing I've built myself for myself. Except I have a little gym back home in Sweden that I sort of built by accident just picking up equipment for a site to train at. Now I have someone managing it for me, but it doesn't really make a profit. Mostly it more or less pays for itself and that's all. Personally though, I compete in international CrossFit competitions. I like it because it's all mine. No one can help me with it, it's something I always have to do on my own when I'm out there. So I spend a lot of time training at the gym and right now live in one of my families apartments in London so it doesn't cost me anything. And other than that, I like to travel. Basically, when I go away for a competition I usually stay and visit for awhile. But lately I've been thinking that I would like to invest in some of my friend's business ideas. Or at least the ones that they are really passionate about what they do. I think it would be nice to help people I care about have a chance to achieve their goals. And if some of them turn into good business opportunities than that's even better. Even as a silent partner it's nice to be part of something exciting like that."</strong> Elsa smiled at Grace. <strong>"I don't know much about business either except what I learned from my father and brothers."</strong> <br><br>Elsa stretched. <strong> "I'm glad we talked. I feel a lot better about things. But I'm going to go lay down for a bit and silently wish I had music to listen to."</strong> She chuckled. <strong>"You give my proposition some thought... No rush. We can talk about it again sometime."</strong> She leaned over to offer a hug before getting up to head back, they could walk together if Grace wanted to. Either way, Elsa was headed back inside to wash herself up from dinner and go laze around on her big empty bed for a bit. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 22:17:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapersqq.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/wallpaper-chris-hemsworth-face-hair-1920x1080p-photo-for-desktop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15114224#msg15114224)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> North Versailles, Pennsylvania<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Backyard, bedroom, bathroom, then kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey cotton t-shirt, black shorts, white running shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>He looked around under his sunglasses, feeling a bit out of place.&nbsp; The young man preferred to spend time with people he knew so this was a little out of his element.&nbsp; He never left the state, never mind leaving the country.&nbsp; The place was picturesque, something you would expect out of a wallpaper.&nbsp; The new guy stared for a minute, faintly amusing the producer that brought him.&nbsp; Fortunately, he wasn’t one to shy away from a challenge.&nbsp; The short haired man would do his best and see how long he would last.&nbsp; He was a little tired but excited to be here.&nbsp; Jon hadn’t been on a plane before.&nbsp; Pretty much everything was a novelty for him.&nbsp; It was also nice that he wouldn't have to dress up in semi formal clothes for awhile.&nbsp; Jon felt more comfortable in the grey t-shirt and black shorts he was wearing.&nbsp; Hopefully, he hadn’t signed anything that he shouldn’t have with the reality tv people.&nbsp; They even had someone give him the cliff notes on the rules.&nbsp; The new guy felt like he was about to burst into flames then.&nbsp; Who made up these rules?&nbsp; Maybe they were just trying to have fun at his expense.&nbsp; Even if they were being serious, it wasn't like that was going to scare Jonathan Arc off.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked at the villa in awe before giving a wide grin, “This is where I’ll be staying?&nbsp; Booya!” Jon fist pumped in the air. It made up for the fact that was going to be disconnected from facebook and youtube and not allowed to bring most of his personal effects.&nbsp; He waited until the other guy arrived and their announcement was made.&nbsp; It was kind of embarrassing but the tall man waved.<br><br>He looked over at the other new guy, "Uh, I guess we should go in.&nbsp; The name is Jon.&nbsp; I'll see you inside mate."<br><br>Jon took off his sun glasses, revealing his blue eyes.&nbsp; He pulled his luggage along with him and went into the villa.&nbsp; The young man started to explore the inside of the villa, looking for a free room where he could put his things away.&nbsp; When he found the massive bedroom, he had to do a double-take.<br><br>"Uh, what?" The new arrival looked at the shared room and backed out before he could be noticed.&nbsp; That was kind of a weird set up for the bedroom.&nbsp; He stood there in confusion before pulling out the cliff notes and skimming until Jon found what was going on with the weird bed setup.&nbsp; You have got to be kidding?&nbsp; Who makes up these rules?&nbsp; Maybe he should have read up on the show instead of winging it.<br><br>Jonathan was just going to put his stuff away later.&nbsp; Yeah.&nbsp; He left his stuff in the hallway and looked for the bathroom.&nbsp; After relieving his bladder in the restroom, he washed his hands and splashed his face.&nbsp; Feeling a little more awake, the man decided to head downstairs.<br><br>He was a bit hungry so he went to the kitchen.&nbsp; "Woah."&nbsp; Everything was so shiny and the kitchen was even larger than the one in his house and that was saying something.&nbsp; The new guy was surprised at how stocked the kitchen was.&nbsp; It took him a few minutes to find some of the things he was looking for.&nbsp; Pouring himself some orange juice, he drank it in short order.&nbsp; The tall man pulled out a large bowl, started to break some eggs, and emptying them into the bowl.&nbsp; He carried the bowl with him and mixed it as he walked around the kitchen and explored the cupboards.&nbsp; The dark blond pulled out a flat pan and put it on the gas stove before igniting the flame.&nbsp; He found the olive oil and poured it into the pan.&nbsp; All through this, the man was humming Back in Black to himself.<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Interview Video</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://45.media.tumblr.com/699ea7d37d122000f35b65d42dc3f7a8/tumblr_o3tlpmxR341r9pt1so1_250.gif)(https://media.giphy.com/media/hqvMNZACraevC/giphy.gif)<br><br><div style="text-align: left;">Jon walked in and took a seat, “So, how does this work?”<br><br>A female voice said from off-camera said, <strong>“We have the camera rolling.&nbsp; Just be yourself and answer the questions given.”</strong><br><br>“Oh, okay.&nbsp; I can do that,” He removed his green coat and put in on his lap.<br><br><strong>“Give us your name and tell us what you do.”</strong><br><br>“Okay.&nbsp; So, my name is Jon Arc.&nbsp; I work in IT for the government for the state of Pennsylvania.&nbsp; Basically, people call me with their computer problems and I fix them.&nbsp; 90% of that usually means that I tell them they have to turn off and on their computer.&nbsp; I handle updates and bugs.&nbsp; It’s kinda boring but it pays the bills.”<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>“What should we expect to see from you this summer in the villa?</strong><br><br>&nbsp;“I’m not sure.&nbsp; I mean, I don’t really watch reality tv so I’m not sure. I just figured I’d give it a try.&nbsp; Wait.&nbsp; That’s not going to be a problem, right?&nbsp; I mean, I’m okay if you want to go with someone else.&nbsp; I just want to meet new people and try something new.&nbsp; If there’s something you can expect, it’s that I’m going to bring fun and a friendly vibe.&nbsp; So, I got a question... how many people are going to see this?&nbsp; I’m not sure I did this right.&nbsp; Can I get a do-over?”<br><br>The camera stopped recording at that point.</div></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>28-10-2019, 18:36:31</strong>
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				&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; He could already smell the surf from here.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; He chuckled to himself at the thought of playing up to the camera.&nbsp; He saw Caroline saying they would be the new boys joining.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; He moved his mind around to those that he remember were there, those coupled, those not.&nbsp; Those that were boo’d up and the opportunity to make moves that would put him into a more winning position.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; It was humorous to him, he watched as he was careful.&nbsp; He moved to shake his hand briefly. “Harlan.” &nbsp;His own sunglasses hung to his shirt.<br><br>“I don’t…” &nbsp;He tried to stop him but he shrugged and waited.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; He found himself looking over the competition as he passed by to the side room, he dropped off his bag there.&nbsp; &nbsp;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.&nbsp; “You normally do this?”&nbsp; Seems there were others that knew their way around a kitchen.&nbsp; Seems some of his own charm might wear off but nonetheless he had to access the competition.&nbsp; That was what this was after all.<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">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>&nbsp;<br><strong><em>“Give us your name and tell us what you do.”</em></strong><br>&nbsp;<br>“Harlen Graves, HG to those that know me Alexander to my peeps. Lex to those that know me well!”<br>&nbsp;<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>&nbsp;<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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>02-11-2019, 05:37:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1Cm55so.jpg?2)[/img]</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> 4 July, 2019, Evening- Post competition<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa backyard -- Firepit area and back towards the house<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured with dark khaki shorts<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>Cassie</del> Elsa<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa/Cassie (mentioning)/Open<br><br>The ceremony had just broken up, with Caroyln dismissing the Islanders and leaving Sam to collect her things. Collectively, the whole thing took less time than Owen imagined that it would. The upside of the shooting schedule for Love Island is that for ceremonies like this, the production team seemed to want to keep a brisk pace in order to beat the sunset. Staging, and all that. <br><br>Owen realized as they were standing from the couch that he hadn’t actually addressed Elsa’s very earnest ‘why me’ question. He’d just started to when a stern glare from one of the producers warned him off of doing any further talking now that his turn was over. <br><br>With the cameras off and the production team breaking down, however, he had the chance to address it. He could tell from the conversation the day before that Elsa seemed to be having a time of it. It seemed a shame, really, given the beauty of the setting and the clear fact that if Elsa wanted to attract someone, she could. Still, the girl seemed to be beating herself up a bit from what he could see, and that was a shame. <br><br>To be sure, there was nothing pitying about his selection. Elsa was stunningly attractive, of course, and he’d truly enjoyed their conversation the day before. It was as simple as that, though he wasn’t sure how directly he could say that to her.<br><br>“Well you see, Elsa,” he said as they started to walk back towards the Villa, “I figure the closer you can get to someone who knows where the chocolate is hidden, the better.” The smile on his face almost certainly gave him away, and he continued on as they went up the path, “I really enjoyed the talk yesterday, brief as it was, and I thought maybe it’d be nice to have a few more conversations like that. Besides, I could use a new workout buddy, I think.”<br><br>They shuffled along the path, taking their time. Owen wasn’t sure how to broach the subject of the date for the evening, so he ended up just blurting it out. “Did Carolyn mention the part about the date? Would you like to do that, you know, after&nbsp; you have a chance to catch your breath?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>02-11-2019, 06:19:35</strong>
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				<br><strong></strong><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/cd6d226576eae0fa42b81423cbf17954/tumblr_pzjgtfdOK71yuhrm2o1_540.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July 2019, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> James Harding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> James, Open<br><br><hr><br>The night before after the recoupling wasn’t as eventful as she had thought they might be. But then there were a few tensions in the air of the bedroom that night and with one less person in the villa things were getting very real. Gwen had laid curled up in a pair of white shorts and a sports bra that night. Even still, she wrapped herself up around James getting as comfortable as she had since that first night they spent together. Each night had gotten easier and more comfortable. It was at the point that she wasn’t sure she could sleep well alone again. At home she knew it would be a big wake up call, but here she had James and that was more than enough for her. She didn’t find herself wanting to be close with anyone else right now. He was warm and familiar. The smell of him close to her. The touch of his arm around her and those soft lips that she would kiss every chance she got now. Hopefully they’d find some alone time that didn’t get too interrupted soon. These days it just seemed like it was always surprising what came at those in the villa each day. <br><br>It would appear that morning was no exception as it was announced with a song and pomp that new “lads” had arrived at the villa. She yawned and curled in closer to James pulling at the blankets over them before she raised up to press her lips to his neck tenderly and whisper there close to his ear. “Do we have to get up? Or would it seem rude to stay here and not go say hello?”<br><br>Her soft pillowy lips trailed to his lips where she kissed him ever so gently. “I almost want to just stay and say good morning to you.”<br><br>Gwen was almost testing the waters to see if he was awake enough to respond or if he’d kiss her half asleep. A grin nearly spread as she took that thought into mind. It wouldn’t be anything she’d contest no matter which way it went. The blonde had her long hair still in two French braid from the previous bedtime ritual the night before. She let one leg slip between his and rested her upper body against his. <br><br>Gwen didn’t have a lot of experience with a lot of boyfriends in her life. She was certainly no virgin but she definitely had less than 20 boyfriends in her entire life span thus far. She had kissed just as many and slept with likely half or less as many. The lovely southern girl wasn’t one to keep track, well okay she did but she never really spoke of it openly unless asked specifically. Even then she’d only give roundabout figures. Laying in bed with a guy was one of those things that everyone should experience in her opinion, hell laying in bed with anyone for that matter. Gwen had woken with a couple girls in her life span as well but she didn’t really go around telling everyone all of her bedtime business so most people assumed she had never been with a girl. Hell even Gwen wasn’t sure if she was bisexual even after spending a night with a girl. Though it should be noted by those who were ever curious that she didn’t have sex with those girls but that little detail wasn’t exactly something people took into account. They usually assumed things and Gwen didn’t bother correcting anyone&nbsp; on anything they thought of her. Rumors were just that and preconceived notions were much the same.<br><br>Now here she was on a television show, laying in bed with a man she had only known for less than a week and was kissing him. Her parents would be gobsmacked for sure, as would her friends. Gwen didn’t just climb into such intimate situations that quickly. Kisses were one thing, but in bed in undergarments kissing was a whole other thing!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>03-11-2019, 01:05:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cnjE3L9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 4 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Owen | Devon (mentioning)<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://cdn.images.dailystar.co.uk/dynamic/122/photos/243000/900x738/1349243.jpg)</div> The whole recoupling ceremony was just one last emotional roller coaster too many for Elsa. The producers had silenced any conversation between her and Owen so they would have to wait until it was all done to actually talk about it. She wasn't mad at him or anything just shocked and surprised. It was with painful realization however that she saw that Devon had been given a choice to select her and opted not to. Instead he had gone with the tall leggy red head, Cassie. She couldn't really blame him, she was a goddess. They had probably got to know each other before Devon spent the night with her last evening. It hurt knowing that she had made a fool of herself, making out with him and cuddling up to him. Gawd, she felt like such an idiot singing those stupid songs to him. In her head she asked herself over and over again what had she been thinking. She realized at that point that she was just letting herself be made a fool of by every guy she was interested in so far. Letting herself catch feelings for Devon was clearly a mistake that she'd have to just tuck away until she could get past it. It had to stop, she couldn't let herself be such an emotionally vulnerable little snowflake any longer. This wasn't going to stop her from being as nice to people as possible but she decided that feeling bad about it all had to stop. That's what last night was originally supposed to be about for her anyways before Devon came along and she let herself get hurt again. Hell, the guy was probably just feeling sorry for her and like some stupid school girl she let herself think that it was all something more than it really was. He was just a nice guy that's all. She couldn't fault him for that, it was her fault, and it was just dumb of her. Nope, she needed to get back into the headspace that this was all fun and new experiences. Owen was hot as hell, tall, muscular, and really nice. She liked him so this was going to be alright. Elsa was looking forward to this.<br><br>When it was all over and they were walking into the Villa together, he talked to her. His words verified for her what she was feeling. He was here to have fun and apparently she must have been more fun for him to talk to. Guess maybe they were just on the same wave length. What else was a person supposed to go on in this place? It was basically all superficial conversations and physical appearance. Owen was given a broad grin by Elsa and she laughed at his joking about the candy. Yes, being with Owen felt good. This was a stress free friendship that might turn into something fun. As if someone had been reading her mind he mentioned a date. Yes, this was indeed going to possibly turn into more than just a friendship. There was a chance after all. Either way, this was a chance to have fun. He was fun!<br><br><strong>"I don't have to think about it, Owen. I'd love to go on a date with you,"</strong> Elsa said as the pair climbed the stairs headed to the large shared bedrooms. She walked in and picked up her belongings, pulling them out of the drawers and transferring them over to Owen's bed. She patted the bed a few times for him to sit while she walked back and forth from one bed to the other moving items.<strong> "I don't know if I said this to you the other day when we were talking but you were actually my first choice in the very first coupling up ceremony. I know that probably doesn't sound for real because I picked someone else. But I only picked that guy because he fit the profile of every other guy I've ever dated. Which isn't many guys honestly but they always disappoint me. Business types, smooth talkers, lots of fun to party with and stuff but the only thing they care about is money and having a trophy on their arms until they find the next prize they can go win."</strong> She paused and put her hands on her hips smiling at Owen. <strong>"It's stupid why I do that really. All of my best guy friends are passionate about something, usually professional athletes or artists. I like people with drive and ambition to better themselves. I don't care about money, stocks, finance blah blah.. That's always been my brothers' thing. ... I know I'm rambling. I'm just saying that I should have picked you right in the beginning. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings or anything when I didn't."</strong> Moving back across the room she sat down beside Owen and tried to lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek and a hug. <strong>"I think we are going to have fun together."</strong> She kept her face in close to his shoulder nipping at shirt playfully and pulling at it with her teeth. Her shoulders shook with a chuckle. <strong>"So the date sounds great. I could use a getaway. Do you know anything about it? Are you sure that you and I are what you want? If it's not, it's okay. We can just be friends if you like until you find someone that you do want. This doesn't have to be a romantic date. I'm game for whatever."</strong> With those words she picked up the last of her clothes and flinged a loose bikini top at his face.<br><br><strong>"So when is this date? I'm dressed for it already. Let's go."</strong><br><br><div align="center">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-3.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>03-11-2019, 20:31:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.cnwimg.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/S2-Promo-Zach-Gilford-friday-night-lights-5302842-1919-2560.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Harding (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004164#msg15004164)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight <br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stilwater, MN, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>4. July 2019| Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>bedroom &gt; Competition area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What you see in the pic (http://Outfit URL)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Gwen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gwen<br><hr><br>James groaned as yet again the contestants were woken up by a distastefully chosen song blaring through the speakers. still half asleep he reciprocated to Gwen's cuddling further into his side by rolling over and holding her tightly to him. "I say we can take time, we have all day to say hello. but as much as I'd like to just stay in bed all day I doubt the producers would allow us to do that," he said after feeling her soft lips upon his for the second time. He kissed her back. Despite his still current, but swiftly fading with the attention and care of this young woman, reservations about their relationship; this felt, natural, in the early light of the morning streaming in through the window. James slid his hand absent-mindedly up under the back of her nightshirt, resting on the small of her back, feeling her smooth skin against his palm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>06-11-2019, 07:13:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/In-The-Frow-Burberry-Amber-Rose-Photography-25.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Brighton, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, 2019 | Dinner time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Break Up Couch<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cover-up (https://malaysia.timbangharga.com/cf/1050/cdn/HTB1mjM.KkCWBuNjy0Faq6xUlXXap/2018-Solid-Beach-Cover-up-Bandage-Sexy-Tunics-for-Beach-Women-Bathing-suit-cover-up-women.jpg) over a bikini that's not entirely visible and these wedges (https://debenhams.scene7.com/is/image/Debenhams/067010408780_SC?wid=333&amp;hei=333&amp;qlt=80&amp;op_usm=1.1,0.5,0,0&amp;fmt=webp)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><hr><br>“Well, if you ever do, you know where to find a baker for it,” Grace playfully remarked, after Elsa commented about buying a dog just to throw it a birthday party. Though it felt slightly difficult for her to do so, Grace tried to imagine how their same aspirations applied to her athletics. She nodded her head slowly along with Elsa’s explanation about essentially seeing something, working at it, and doing it. It sounded vaguely like a slogan for an athletic wear company. Leave it to Grace to bring fashion into it.<br><br>She was clearly impressed when Elsa mentioned the gym that she owned in Sweden, which someone else managed for her. A disappointed noise escaped her when she revealed that it didn’t exactly make a decent profit. Her head tilted to the side as she considered Elsa’s words about CrossFit competitions. It made sense that she wanted something all to herself. She wrinkled her nose, silently suggesting she wasn’t the least bit athletic, personally. But, she doubted that she needed to even say anything along those lines to Elsa. Grace’s lack of athletic ability was surely noticeable without her having to mention it.<br><br>Her final words about investing in friend’s businesses, especially if the ideas were stemmed from dreams and passion, sold Grace on the idea of accepting the proposal. Not that it was something she had ever considered before this moment. The blonde confessed that she didn’t know much about business, but she did have at least some awareness from her brothers and father, by the sounds of it. “Well, thank you for the offer, Elsa. I’m really touched by it.” She replied, thoughtfully.<br><br>When all was said and done, Elsa mentioned how glad she was that they had a chance to speak, but opted to go and lay down for a bit, wishing she had music to listen to. “You mean those little bursts of really outdated songs every couple of days aren’t good enough for you?” Grace joked, laughing softly afterward. Being exposed to no other songs but the ones that were randomly blared from the speakers in the mornings that something specific was happening meant Grace frequently had either Dirty Little Secret or Damaged stuck in her head. She encouraged Grace to give her proposition some thought and Grace nodded enthusiastically.<br><br>The blonde leaned closer to give Grace a hug, which Grace warmly accepted, winding her arms around her best friend in the villa. “We’ll definitely have another chinwag about it. Go rest up, then.” She encouraged, releasing Elsa and standing from the break up couch with her glass of wine. She glanced back over at the others and decided that she was hungry for more pizza and needed to secure a few pieces for Corey, while he was away. And if he didn’t want the pizza, then she’d just get to eat some leftovers another day. With another sip of the pink wine, she walked over to the kitchen and secured another slice for herself, then bagged up a few additional pieces for later.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>09-11-2019, 03:13:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapersqq.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/wallpaper-chris-hemsworth-face-hair-1920x1080p-photo-for-desktop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15114224#msg15114224)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> North Versailles, Pennsylvania<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey cotton t-shirt, black shorts, white running shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Harlan, Open<br><br><hr><br>The other guy was on quiet side but if anything, that was just more encouragement for him to be extra friendly.&nbsp; He could be loud enough for the two of them!&nbsp; Jon liked meeting new people after all.&nbsp; It wasn't often that he didn't feel like he was looming over anyone.&nbsp; Harlan was a big guy.&nbsp; The grown man was bouncing to the song he was humming.<br><br>He looked in the fridge for additional eggs just in case, "Is that salmon?&nbsp; Booyah!"<br><br>The goofball was going to get spoiled here.&nbsp; He reached in and got a few more eggs out of the carton before closing the refrigerator.<br><br>"Huh?" The blue eyed man looked confused at Harlan before he realized what he was referencing the food.&nbsp; Jon barely got started as he cracked more eggs into the mixing bowl, "Oh yeah.&nbsp; I come from a big family.&nbsp; Youngest of seven.&nbsp; It's kind of a necessity.&nbsp; You want anything?&nbsp; I'll try not to burn the eggs," His voice was open and friendly, "Besides, I'm kind of starving.&nbsp; All they had on the plane were peanuts.&nbsp; I didn't realize that was a real thing for flights.&nbsp; Well, they also had the smallest soda pop I had ever seen.&nbsp; Go figure.&nbsp; Where are you from?"<br><br>The man set the mixing bowl down and explored more of the large refrigerator.&nbsp; He pulled out some strawberries, oranges, a macoun apples, and a chopping board.&nbsp; After rinsing the straw berries and apple, the large man picked up the bowl with the eggs and poured it into the heated pan.&nbsp; He watched it sizzle for a few seconds before he left to locate a spatula.&nbsp; Returning, the cook scrambled the eggs until they were no longer runny.&nbsp; He turned off the gas stove and let it sizzle some more while the man returned to the fruit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>09-11-2019, 07:25:14</strong>
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				<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>Harlan was friendly enough since they were the two newbies he had nothing to lose, but Captain America did have the boyish charm thing going on and he was resident bad boy at best. He knew he would have poured the charm on and find someone that he had a connection with this was a game after all and he was used to women playing with him anyway. Might as well get something out of it!<br><br>“Like your foods do you?” He smirked fighting the urge to make suggestions like a nice egg glaze over the salmon but that would reveal his hand too much… “have you ever had eggs on top, I heard that was kinda tasty?” He could suggest at least.<br><br>“Seven…dang your parents Catholic? Or Mormons or just not have any TV?!?” He teased, he realized whomever he settled down with if ever might have to be careful of that cause he would be all over her! ‘Yeah.’ <br><br>“Not unless they have some Nutella and bagels in there. Other than that I will eat what you make, breakfast is my fun meal, the others I might be a bit pickier over.” He was telling the truth considering how much he liked breakfast it was his cheat meal of the day. He was about to reach for the knife to help out but put his hand to his head and turned his hat around instead. If he chopped one thing it would be all over, he was going to save that till later if need be. “Seems like you are pretty good at that.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>12-11-2019, 09:58:17</strong>
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				<br><strong></strong><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/cd6d226576eae0fa42b81423cbf17954/tumblr_pzjgtfdOK71yuhrm2o1_540.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July 2019, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> James Harding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> James, Open<br><br><hr><br>Feeling James turn and wrap himself around her was so inviting. She definitely didn’t want to leave the bed now. Letting him maneuver them in a very close and intimate position, Gwen smiled at him and nuzzled into his neck murmuring a reply back to him. “I say we stay as long as we can and then be good housemates and say hello. Right now, I am more than comfortable and satiated.”<br><br>She was telling the truth of it. She was well satisfied with the cuddling. She didn’t expect him to jump into more than that. Maybe he was the sort that didn’t do things like that with cameras around. The blonde American girl couldn’t blame him. She wasn’t too keen on others seeing them in such an intimate way. The kissing was more than she had expected. <br><br>Gwen did kiss on the first date with a guy but she wouldn’t typically go any further, unless the chemistry was there. She had not experienced that in her life as of yet. In fact, she wasn’t even sure she knew what love was exactly. It was something she sought out and hoped to find but she was never positive she felt true love. That alone was saddening and she had to wonder how James felt. Surely he had fallen in love before. She sighed some and traced circles around his shoulder as she lay close against him. It was a heavy subject and not one she was quite ready to talk about. She didn’t want people getting the wrong idea about her or think she was a psycho who thinks they love anyone who shows affection. Gwen just liked the closeness of a man. The way he would show that she was his and his alone. Those sorts of things were what mattered. And that he felt the same as she did of course.<br><br>Looking back upward toward James she whispered softly as her long smooth leg draped over his. “I think food and tea would be nice though. I’m craving bacon just now. A pile of bacon on toasted bread with some lettuce and a little mayo... maybe even an egg if I’m feeling crazy enough. And a nice hot cup of black tea with three creamers and four sugars. What do you think?”<br><br>She looked at him and kissed his cheek near his ear before she pulled herself back reluctantly and looked into his eyes. Her own bright blue ones shiny and half lidded as she was still trying to wake up. Mornings were not her thing for sure. Anyone who had gotten to know her would know that much. She realized she needed to get up and go for a run around the villa but she hated running and removing herself from the warmth of James’ body so close to her kept her in her lazy morning ritual. Snuggle in bed with James. Give into a little light snogging. Then climbing out of bed to potty, brush her teeth, wash her face, get showered (most mornings), and get dressed for the day. Breakfast was soon after with some tea or coffee (depending on her mood) that made Gwendolyn typically awake enough for coherent conversations. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>16-11-2019, 01:32:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapersqq.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/wallpaper-chris-hemsworth-face-hair-1920x1080p-photo-for-desktop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15114224#msg15114224)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> North Versailles, Pennsylvania<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey cotton t-shirt, black shorts, white running shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Harlan, Open<br><br><hr><br>"I found out that I have a slight knack for it since home economics.&nbsp; I haven't come across anybody that doesn't like food or at least eating it." He smiled at the suggestion about the eggs on top.&nbsp; Seemed like Harlan was going to be just fine, "We'll have to swap recipes." Jon chuckled about his large family.&nbsp; It wasn't the first time someone teased him about it, "What about you?&nbsp; Do you have any siblings?"<br><br>He rinsed the fruit in the sink before placing them on a cutting board.&nbsp; Before the cook started on the fruit, he noticed that the eggs were done.&nbsp; He turned off the stove and scrambled the eggs.&nbsp; To the observant eye, the man went through the simple affair with the air of routine rather than actively paying attention to the eggs.&nbsp; While he was unfamiliar with the kitchen, the man seemed to time everything between the tasks.&nbsp; The eggs cooked a little longer than necessary since he wan't used to this particular stove.&nbsp; Jon got a knife and cut up the different fruit before running out of room on the board.&nbsp; He looked around the cupboards and found some Tupperware.&nbsp; After placing most of them in three separate containers, the blond man sealed them and put them in the refrigerator.&nbsp; With the remainder, he put the fruit salad in a bowl.&nbsp; The friendly man took a strawberry and popped it into his mouth before offering the bowl to Harlan.<br><br>“You want any?”<br><br>He explored in the cupboards some more.&nbsp; It was doubtful that the new arrival would be able to familiarize with everything the kitchen had in just half an hour.&nbsp; He found a 5-hour energy drink and a brand of protein powder that he hadn’t used.&nbsp; Looking over the nutritional values and opened the package and gave it a light sniff, the blue-eyed man figured that he would give it a shot later.&nbsp; He pulled out a blender, poured some water, and added the powder before blending it with the loud machine.&nbsp; The man grabbed a beverage container and poured it.&nbsp; He gave it another sniff.&nbsp; It didn’t smell bad.&nbsp; Jon was going to figure out what else to add later after trying it.&nbsp; The kitchen was stocked with a variety of different foods.&nbsp; There was plenty of possibilities.&nbsp; It was too bad that they didn't have internet access.&nbsp; It wasn't like he could look up different recipes or even his own notes that he kept online.<br><br>“What do you like to do for fun?” The blue eyed man asked as he open the different cupboards for plates.&nbsp; He pulled out a jar of Nutella, "Oh hey.&nbsp; Found some Nutella.&nbsp; I'm sure they have bagels somewhere.&nbsp; I can help you look for some if you want." Jon continued to search for cupboards until he found a couple of plates for Harlan and himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>18-11-2019, 17:44:21</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp;Harlan realized the same thing well getting a date in home economics didn’t hurt either, that and hanging out with grandma around Christmas and Thanksgiving time gave him a love for pastries and sweets. “Yeah cause I definitely like eating.” He smirked, as he reflected just being in the kitchen gave him a bit of solitude and a chance to show affection and desire a different way. He put love into his cooking…sometimes a foot too. But not like he had anyone special to cook for so he generally made due with an extra dish or two just for himself. <br><br>“Look at you being all cordial and stuff!?! I don’t think we can get together for scrapbooking but I can share a few things.” He said since he was already busted.<br><br>“I have a sister and brother both younger than me. I am kinda father figure for the most part so I just do what I can to keep them focused. I don’t think I could handle that many.” He smirked as he had technically been raising his younger brother and sister, he couldn’t imagine that many more to keep track of.<br><br>“Sure fruit is life.&nbsp; I may not be in the kitchen a lot with you around, but some fruit and a Ninja and I am golden.” He smirked.<br><br>“I am into Martial Arts, Archery, other sports and like you said cooking.&nbsp; How about you? Whoa?” He stopped him when he pulled out the Nutella.&nbsp; “I need you to put that Kryptonite down.” He moved quickly to find either those bagels or tortilla wraps to put it on…maybe as a quick snack for later.<br><br>“No I think I can find bread…I am sure with a couple of hours you might be able to whip us up some. “ He teased…he could probably do it too.<br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-11-2019, 07:19:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://d1w8cc2yygc27j.cloudfront.net/-2583461070047100229/5898889936010511894.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Ward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15172731#msg15172731)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Seattle, Washington <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front door of the villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (http://melissabenoistupdates.org/gallery/albums/userpics/10001/normal_066~69.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dominika | Anyone around<br><br><hr><br>Katie stepped out of the Jeep and onto the red carpet that led to the Love Island villa doors. She was all smiled as she straightened out her bold, sparkling blue gown. Behind her was another Jeep, where a beautiful redhead was emerging. Katie smiled at her, then led the way to the door. “Hey, I’m Katie.” She introduced herself, effortlessly polite and cordial. <br><br>“You ready to ring the bell?” When they reached the door, Katie motioned toward the door bell and leaned over, pressing the button in and then waiting as the doorbell sounded out from inside the luxurious villa. A moment later, the song Maneater by Nelly Furtado started pumping through the speakers. <br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Maneater - Nelly Furtado</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I512Mgmb678</div></div></div><br>Katie gasped and giggled all at once, a hand raising to flit over her mouth. “This is our entrance song? Well, I don’t know about you, but this song hardly seems fitting for me!” She animatedly gawked, still chuckling all the while. After a moment of waiting for someone to answer the door, Katie decided to rap on it with her knuckles. “Hello? Anyone home?” She jested. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-11-2019, 13:32:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.instagram.com/p/BjnOR88HDqu/media?size=l)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Mid-morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside kitchen seating area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture with navy blue swimming trunks and khaki sandals<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>Rhonda</del> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Logan could only think of one word to describe his Love Island experience thus far; tumultuous. After everything that had happened between him and Rhonda, including his recent romantic ploy to get her to forgive him for even thinking about choosing Delaney, what felt like an eternity ago, it proved not to be enough. <br><br>In the morning, when he awoke, there was no one beside him. For the first time during his stay in the villa, Logan was the only warm body in his bed. He looked at the empty space beside him for a while, running his hand over the pillow and down the sheets. It felt like he was trapped in a nightmare. Surely this wasn’t really happening, was it?<br><br>He checked his phone, alerted to the arrival of some new islanders, a sigh escaping him. The show must go on, he supposed. Even though he felt as if he’d just been broken up with, if he wanted to stay in the villa, he needed to find someone new to make a connection with and hope that it was enough to stick. <br><br>It took him longer than usual, but he eventually dragged himself out of bed and took a shower, moving sluggishly for someone who normally considered himself a morning person. Then again, he hadn’t yet poured himself a cup of coffee. After he got himself dressed and freshened up, Logan headed down the stairs and out of the villa proper.<br><br>He pushed the backdoor open, realizing that a flock of new people were already in the villa. Logan scratched at his beard before waving to them, managing a very small smile as he made his way to the outdoor kitchen. He began brewing a pot of coffee, making enough for the whole villa to have multiple cups of the stuff, if they so pleased. <br><br>Leaning against the bar, he waited for it to finish brewing, just breathing in the aroma of freshly prepared coffee. He collected himself a standard neon green cup and filled it up with the brown juice, adding just a bit of cream and sugar before stirring it all up with a spoon. He set the spoon in the sink when he was finished and walked over to the nearby kitchen table, where he sat. <br><br>He brought the mug up to his lips, blew on the surface, then took a sip. “Ahh,” he exhaled a sound of contentment at the taste, licking his lips after the swig.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>20-11-2019, 23:52:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapersqq.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/wallpaper-chris-hemsworth-face-hair-1920x1080p-photo-for-desktop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15114224#msg15114224)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> North Versailles, Pennsylvania<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey cotton t-shirt, black shorts, white running shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Harlan, Katie, Logan, Dominika, Open<br><br><hr><br>He laughed, putting down the Nutella.&nbsp; Him cordial?&nbsp; That was a new one. <br><br>“I always wanted a bigger brother,” Jon couldn’t imagine being a father figure for anyone, at least not for long time, “Just a heads up, I’m not claiming the kitchen.&nbsp; I was kind of starving.&nbsp; There’s plenty of room for both of us.&nbsp; Besides, if there’s anybody that would be calling dibs, it would probably be one of the others before either of the new guys.”<br><br>He picked half a strawberry and popped it into his mouth.&nbsp; Harlan seemed pretty cool.&nbsp; “I dabbled a little in different martial arts.&nbsp; Maybe I’ll get back into it one of these days.&nbsp; I loved watching Kung Fu flicks when I was growing up especially Jackie Chan movies!&nbsp; Waa!” Like the big dork he was, he gave some exaggerated moves, emulating what he saw in movies.<br><br>“I remember trying archery once back in high school.&nbsp; Mr. Barkin forbade me from picking up a bow again,” Jon shrugged.&nbsp; It wasn’t like he did it on purpose.&nbsp; It had been an accident.&nbsp; Jon had dabbled in a lot of things, especially back in high school.<br><br>“I love video games.&nbsp; Mostly retro stuff but I’m saving up for either a PS4 or a new PC,” It was slow going since he had other financial priorities, “And dancing.&nbsp; Love to dance,” The man spun and pointed his finger out towards the ceiling in a disco dance that was obviously practiced and a fluidity that hinted at his skills.<br><br>He was about to elaborate on his other interests and divvy out the scrambled eggs to Harlan when their phones pinged with notifications.&nbsp; Jon was slow to check since he was unused to the unfamiliar sounds from his issued phone.&nbsp; He had automatically assumed it was for someone else.&nbsp; When Jon finally checked his phone, he just stared in confusion.&nbsp; What was that supposed to mean?&nbsp; When the doorbell rang, the man looked over to see if anybody else was going to get it.&nbsp; A guy came down the stairs.&nbsp; He looked expectantly at the guy since he was probably one of the people that were there.&nbsp; But the other guy started brewing the coffee, lost in his own world.&nbsp; Maybe the guy wasn’t a morning person.&nbsp; Indigo was the same way to an extreme.<br><br>“Uhh… hey.” He was about to introduce himself before he remembered that someone was waiting at the front door.&nbsp; The man looked back and forth between the coffee drinker and the front door before he prioritized the door.&nbsp; “Coming!”<br><br>He rinsed his hands in the sink quickly before turning off the faucet.&nbsp; Jon was still amazed at how the size of the house as he reached the front door.&nbsp; He wiped his hands on the side of his shorts before opening the door.&nbsp; Thankfully, it wasn’t locked.&nbsp; Opening the door, he gave a wide smile.<br><br>“Sorry, it took a while.&nbsp; I’m still getting used to the place.&nbsp; I just showed up.&nbsp; Can I take your bags?" His voice was distinctly American, "Hey.&nbsp; I'm Jon.&nbsp; This is Harlan.&nbsp; Anybody want any french toast or scrambled eggs?&nbsp; I just got kind of started.&nbsp; I cannot get over how huge this place is.&nbsp; Come on in," The large man's excitement was practically palpable like a child on Christmas morning in the body of a giant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>21-11-2019, 01:06:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WbGeR0F.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Dominika Nikolaev</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15061990#msg15061990)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Moscow, Russia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front door of the villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> see image plus worn out white tennis shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Katie | Jon | Harlan | Open<br><br><hr><br>Rolling up in a pair of jeeps was fun. Dom was loving this weather and she eagerly stepped out of the jeep right behind some bombshell in a slinky blue sequined dress. She looked like a million bucks and introduced herself as Katie. She even had that adorable American accent to go with her blond girl next door looks. Well, the producers had told her to pack like she was going out clubbing. She probably should have listened to them. <br><br><strong>"Privet," </strong>Dominika greeted back in her thick Russian accent.<strong> "Dominika. Call me, Dom if you like and I am ready so let's do this."</strong> <br><br>On ringing the doorbell&nbsp; the song Maneater by Nelly Furtado started to play throughout the villa. Dom laughed as she understood the words to the song. Katie was gasping and giggling all the while protesting how unfitting the song was for her. She called out to see if anyone would answer.<br><br>Dom said,<strong> "You are dressed to break hearts. I am thinking that you will do very well in here. Or maybe they are wanting us to eat all the men. This would ruin my appetite I think, but perhaps if they let us we can lick some whipped cream off their bodies. This I would be good with."</strong> She gave a wide toothy grin from behind her mirrored sunglasses.<br><br>Someone finally came to greet them at the door, it was Jon.<br><br><em>“Sorry, it took a while.&nbsp; I’m still getting used to the place.&nbsp; I just showed up.&nbsp; Can I take your bags?" His voice was distinctly American, "Hey.&nbsp; I'm Jon.&nbsp; This is Harlan.&nbsp; Anybody want any french toast or scrambled eggs?&nbsp; I just got kind of started.&nbsp; I cannot get over how huge this place is.&nbsp; Come on in," The large man's excitement was practically palpable like a child on Christmas morning in the body of a giant.</em><br><br>Dom handed out her bag to the large man like he was the bell boy. In her Russian accent she said, <strong>"Hmm... da, here is my bag. Thank you, Jon. You may call me Dom if you like."</strong> She looked both of them up and down from behind her mirrored sunglasses. They were both fine specimens of someone's DNA combinations. She walked right up beside him and tried to loop her arm through Jon's as they walked into the Villa. <strong>"Are you single, Jon? Is he?"</strong> She referenced the dark skinned man. <strong>"We are in need of finding the single men in the house. What is it that you both can tell us?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-11-2019, 13:11:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.instagram.com/p/BjnOR88HDqu/media?size=l)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Mid-morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside kitchen seating area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture with navy blue swimming trunks and khaki sandals<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>Rhonda</del> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Logan was just enjoying the first few sips of his morning coffee when the doorbell suddenly rang. And did he receive another text message before that? He was too out of it to connect the dots together and too preoccupied to reach into his pocket and pull his phone free to check it.<br><br>However, seeing that there were two new lads roaming about, Logan pulled his attention away from his coffee for long enough to perk up, turning to look toward the backdoor which led into the villa. Were there more new arrivals? <br><br>He sighed and stood from his seat, figuring he should be polite enough to get up and at least introduce himself. Though, frankly, he wasn’t sure he saw the point. It wasn’t like either of the new girls coming in would be Rhonda, back to fix things with him. <br><br>He heard the conversation taking place between one of the new guys and what sounded like two new girls. Logan walked over as they stepped into the villa. He emerged just as Dom was announcing herself and conspiring with the guy beside her, in hopes of finding the available guys on the island.<br><br>Logan chuckled, finding her accent incredibly cute. Really, both girls were cute. But the redhead had a certain fire about her that instantly drew him in. “Well, that’d be me for starters. And I s’pose these two as well.” He raised a hand, while the other cradled his mug. “I’m Logan. And you said you’re Dom?” He turned to look at the brunette as well. “And you are?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-11-2019, 13:50:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://d1w8cc2yygc27j.cloudfront.net/-2583461070047100229/5898889936010511894.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Ward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15172731#msg15172731)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Seattle, Washington <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front door of the villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (http://melissabenoistupdates.org/gallery/albums/userpics/10001/normal_066~69.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dom | Jon | Harlan | Logan<br><br><hr><br>Katie blinked at the other new girl’s foreign greeting, never having heard it before. Though, from her brief stint with foreign language in school, she thought it sounded like Russian. Then the redhead began speaking and her thick accent flowed through her English words. By then Katie was sure that she recognized the Russian accent. <br><br>The redhead introduced herself and Katie nodded her head, offering a polite smile her way. “Dom, nice to meet you.” She was certainly dressed casually, which promptly made Katie feel like she was quite overdressed for the occasion. And considering she was only first meeting the other islanders, she supposed that she was just a little too formal.<br><br>She tried to wipe the blush off of her cheeks after giggling shyly over Dom’s compliment about her heartbreaker dress and the idea of licking whipped cream off of a guy’s chest, as they made their way to the door. It opened a couple of moments later. A cute guy with a slight baby face greeted them and smiled at the pair of them with enthusiasm that seemed to radiate off of him. He then began talking almost a mile a minute, so Katie had to try and focus on his words.<br><br>He said that his name was Jon, and that he had just arrived here, himself. That meant he was another new arrival, right? Katie bit her lower lip. So, was he single? But Dom stepped in quickly, when he offered to take their bags. She plopped her bag down for him to carry, then hooked her hand around his arm and spoke about finding the single boys. <br><br>Katie dragged her bag across the floor and rested it against the wall by the staircase, figuring it would need to be stored upstairs at some point. She wasn’t sure if a crew member had planned to deliver it upstairs for her, or not. But, she figured that she would find out eventually. Another guy closed in on them, introducing himself as Logan as he made eyes at Dom. Oh boy, was every guy here going to find her more attractive?<br><br>The brunette flicked her hair out of her face and smiled broadly, trying to create confidence within herself. “I’m Katie. It’s so nice to meet you guys.” Katie looked from Logan back to Jon. Her smile seemed to brighten when she made eye contact with him. “Thanks for getting the door for us, and for offering to take our bags. That was so sweet of you.” She cooed, trying to take a step closer, but not wanting to infringe upon Dom’s closeness to Jon, either.<br><br>Oh boy, this was bound to get a little awkward with so many singles all in one place at the same time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>21-11-2019, 20:21:51</strong>
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				<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, Dom, Katie, Logan, Open<br><br><hr><br>“I don’t know about bigger…but I have my moments. Maybe we can keep in touch after this is over, teach you about country living, city slicker.” He teased not expecting to have a white little brother but he could never have enough friends...considering he had none!?!<br>&nbsp;<br>“No worries it was you or me and seems like you know your way around so I don’t have to cook. Maybe I will make something for dessert later. Seems like there is going to be a few things going on.” He shrugged.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Yeah I love Jackie, I am not close to being that good or making it look effortless.” He didn’t think he was but he was pretty adept in what he did, he had to be to pin down some of the bruisers in the locker room, sometimes people didn’t like to listen to him, but he could be rather persuasive.&nbsp; <br><br>“So you are definitely not Hawkeye?” He smirked.<br>&nbsp;<br>“We might have to talk some people into a video game tournament around here then. MK fan myself.” He chuckled. “I will probably be able to find you a dance partner then.” He licked his lips. <br><br><strong><em>‘Yeah, going to be hard pressed to fight against Captain America there.’</em></strong> He thought. <strong><em>‘Why does that guy look so familiar though?’ </em></strong><br>&nbsp;<br>The song was not like he was expecting, he looked around he heard the knock on the door, he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to get it. But apparently it was Jon’s cue and he jumped towards the door.<br>&nbsp;<br>When the door opened he looked at the lovely blue dress standing there. “Well damn…special delivery?” He stood and moved behind Jon.<br><br>&nbsp;He watched the stunner walk in and he listened to the woman that was behind her, <strong><em>‘Russian, Ukraine? Sexy.’</em></strong> He couldn’t help but chuckle when she offered Jon her bag. He did ask after all.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“I am single, not as sexy as you or that one, but single men’R’ Us.” He licked his bit his lower lip as he looked her up and down. <strong><em>‘Sexiness on the left us, sexiness on the right…its all about the pimp sandwich tonight.’ </em></strong>He had no idea where that came from but it fit.<br><br>“Do you need help with something lovely?” He asked looking at Katie. <br><br>“Besides help out of that dress that is wearing you?” He couldn’t help himself, if that was her walking in dress he would hate to see her come date night.<br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>22-11-2019, 00:20:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapersqq.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/wallpaper-chris-hemsworth-face-hair-1920x1080p-photo-for-desktop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15114224#msg15114224)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> North Versailles, Pennsylvania<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the front door<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey cotton t-shirt, black shorts, white running shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Harlan, Katie, Logan, Dominika, Open<br><br><hr><br>He accepted Dom’s luggage without issue before she wrapped herself in his arm.&nbsp; Her accent was awesome.&nbsp; The goofball wasn’t the most insightful person when it came to women but even he realized that the pretty Russian was hitting on him.&nbsp; It wasn't often that anybody came onto him that strongly.&nbsp; While outgoing, the unexpected behavior had metaphorically short circuited his brain.<br><br>“O-oh yeah,” He answered Dom, "I think so."<br><br>The flustered blond was under the impression that everybody was single.&nbsp; Wasn’t Love Island supposed to be some kind of dating show?&nbsp; It hadn’t occurred to him that the other residents had coupled up.<br><br>Fortunately, Katie restarted his brain when she introduced herself.&nbsp; There was a bag in one arm and Dom in the other.&nbsp; With both his arms occupied, he looked apologetically at the other girl.&nbsp; He couldn’t get her bag.&nbsp; But while the shock wore off, there was a definite shift in attitude from the exuberant fellow to a nervous wreck.&nbsp; Where Harlan was smooth and confident, Jon got awkward.<br><br>“Uh… the kitchen is really nice.&nbsp; They have salmon.&nbsp; Can you believe that?&nbsp; And Harlan is into martial arts and is like a father figure to his siblings and came in with me this morning.&nbsp; And the bedroom is shared,” The large blond rambled as he led them into the massive villa, unable to stop himself, “I'm not sure where everybody else is.&nbsp; I’m still getting to know everyone so I might not be the best person to talk to about that.&nbsp; That guy has been here before us so he’ll be a better person to ask,” Jon had trouble remembering the veteran resident. He turned to Katie as a thought occurred to him and he didn’t want her to think he was snubbing her, “I’ll… uhh… get your stuff in a bit.” Jon laughed nervously as he shifted Dom's bag in his arm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>22-11-2019, 01:49:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WbGeR0F.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Dominika Nikolaev</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15061990#msg15061990)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Moscow, Russia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front door of the villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> see image plus worn out white tennis shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Katie | Jon | Harlan | Logan | Open<br><br><hr><br>Reaching her hand up, Dom gently patted Jon's scruffy chin. <strong>"You are so very pretty with your beautiful blue eyes. Now you take my bag and Katie's, run them up stairs for us because you are gentlemen. Hurry back quickly. I shall be missing those lovely eyes."</strong> She unlooped her arm from his and patted him on the backside with a gleeful little giggle, flashing him a smile. <strong>"Move quickly, yes? I am wanting more of your company."</strong><br><br>Not really waiting to see if Jon did as she asked she quickly moved on to exploring the villa and it's other occupants. Dom smiled over at Harlan, letting her fingers run along his arm briefly when she approached him. <strong>"I think I am liking all the single men here today. Wonderful."</strong> She said while appreciating the dark skinned man's form. <br><br><strong>"We have a great selection, yes?"</strong> She was speaking to Katie before she moved from one man to the next. <strong>"Jon will take care of our bags. We can sort that all out later."</strong> Her hand waved it off as unimportant stuff. She had every confidence that Jon would put their luggage some place safe.<br><br>Walking up to Logan she made her way further into the villa and did a half circle around him, looking him up and down. <strong>"Ah yes, Logan. I am Dominika Nikolaev that is correct, but please call me Dom. You are not American. Where are you from?"</strong> Her words came out a little demanding. <strong>"Why are all you boys single. Are you all broken?"</strong> She held a finger up to close to his lips to silence him for a moment. <strong>"Don't lie to me. Small villa means small distance for truth to travel. Speak now."</strong> She stood very close to him waiting for him to answer. Only inches away she was well within his personal space and seemed quite at ease doing it. What could be seen of her face held a playfully curled smile and her hand had pulled her sunglasses down just enough so her brown eyes and long lashes could be seen by him. Being new to the villa she still smelled of lightly scented floral fragrance and freshly laundered clothing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>22-11-2019, 19:41:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://tvshowstars.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/travis-441.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Maximillian Stone (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15176317#msg15176317)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Dallas, TX<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front door --&gt; kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Pic &gt;&gt; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Today</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BZWVlMTVlNDQtZDc0NS00MTllLWE5YjQtZDQ2NmI2NDBkODJkXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMzMzNTMzNzA@._V1_SY1000_SX1000_AL_.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Jon, Dom, Katie, Logan, Harlan, Open<br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;Lex had no idea why he agreed to come out here. Monica his little sister, had a thing for Real TV and he hadn’t had a real date in years so for her it was a match made in video heaven. It didn’t hit him until he was seated in front of the cameras that it might be a real possibility.<br><br>Now it wasn’t a possibility. He was in a jeep that was stopping outside of a large villa. He had seen two women walk in; one a pair of shorts that did her no justice and the other in a dress that made her look more like a fashion model than someone coming to potentially find a life partner…’cause you know how shallow those people typically are.’ The thought went through his mind quickly but he dusted it aside.<br><br>He grabbed his duffle bag and stepped out of the jeep and proceeded to the front door as well. He didn’t really know what to expect, but he was going to do what he always did, keep an open mind and keep smiling. It was his father’s parting words. <em><strong>‘Keep smiling Son, it makes people wonder what yer up too?’ </strong></em>He smiled thinking of his father’s catchphrase that had so far served him well.<br><br>He opened the door.<br><br>“Lucy, I am home!” He yelled hoping everyone would think he was a nice, fun-loving guy. Then some crazy person, that liked to watch ancient tv shows. He dropped his bag near another piece of luggage before he looked like he was making his way to the kitchen.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>22-11-2019, 23:19:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapersqq.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/wallpaper-chris-hemsworth-face-hair-1920x1080p-photo-for-desktop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15114224#msg15114224)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> North Versailles, Pennsylvania<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the front door --&gt; Bathroom --&gt; Bottom of the stairs<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey cotton t-shirt, black shorts, white running shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Harlan, Katie, Logan, Dominika, Alexander, Open<br><br><hr><br>The touches continued fluster him.&nbsp; He yipped when he spanked him.&nbsp; Jon rushed off before he backtracked bashfully to get Katie’s bag as well.&nbsp; He wanted to say something to the new guy that arrived but found himself speechless from everything that happened in the past couple of minutes.&nbsp; His friends would have considered it a minor miracle that the loud goof would ever be struck speechless.&nbsp; <br><br>The blond rushed up the stairs, taking two steps at a time, and breathed a sigh of relief.&nbsp; While he liked the attention, Dom was too much.&nbsp; He walked over to the bedroom where their own bags were outside and set the girls bag along side of them.&nbsp; Jon was still a little hesitant to go.&nbsp; It wasn’t the early morning anymore so he was probably not intruding, right?&nbsp; Maybe nobody was in there.&nbsp; When the blond man opened the door earlier, he closed it in a fluster when he noticed that it was just a giant room to be shared with everyone.&nbsp; He hadn’t noticed if there was anybody in there.&nbsp; Jon stood up there and thought about it.&nbsp; But in the back of his mind, he knew he was stalling.&nbsp; The large man wasn’t sure how to deal with the flirt.&nbsp; Was it a cultural thing?<br><br>He walked back to the bathroom and splashed water on his face.&nbsp; The wet man wiped the liquid away with his hand and looked in the mirror behind the sink.<br>“Okay.&nbsp; I&nbsp; just need to go down there, make friends, and have a good time.” The big man pointed at the mirror, “I am worthy.&nbsp; I am worthy.&nbsp; I am worthy.”<br><br>He was about to head out before he realized he needed to pee.&nbsp; Two minutes later after using the toilet and washing his hands, Jon marched down the stairs with purpose.&nbsp; There were new people and he was going to make them feel welcomed.<br><br>Reaching the base of the stairs in a loud voice as he was shouting across the room at the newest arrival, "Hey.&nbsp; The name is Jon.&nbsp; That's Harlan, Katie, D-Dom..." He trailed off as he realized he didn't remember the name of the last guy.&nbsp; Why was he so bad with names, "And... this is everybody's first day except for that guy over there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>23-11-2019, 09:30:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.instagram.com/p/BjnOR88HDqu/media?size=l)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Mid-morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside kitchen seating area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture with navy blue swimming trunks and khaki sandals<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>Rhonda</del> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Almost immediately, Logan felt as if this was turning into a bit of a sausage fest. He couldn’t help noticing that the two new guys flocked to the two new girls instantly. And even though he was an original islander, he felt a little like he was the fifth wheel. In a way, he really was. But, he didn’t let it bother him. <br><br>Katie introduced herself and Harlan swooped in, not unlike a vulture over a carcass. Dom was still latched onto Jon, even as he struggled to carry her bag. Which in and of itself was a gesture that confused him. Didn’t the crew intend to put the new islanders luggage away? That’s what they did for him when he arrived on day one.<br><br>To Dom’s question about the single people, Jon seemed unsure how to respond. He admitted that he was still pretty new and then referred to Logan as being someone who might know the villa situation a bit better. Logan couldn’t help chuckling when Dom hurried Jon along, sending him upstairs with the bags like a bellhop of sorts.<br><br>Once Dom approached him, even eyeing him up like a certain type of specimen, Logan realized that the villa was in for a bit of fun when it came to her. She half demanded to know where he was from and Logan grinned down at her. “Manchester, England.” He stated, matter of factly. Suddenly, she asked about the guys being single, implying they were broken.<br><br>Logan opened his mouth to respond, but Dom’s finger went to his lips to silence him, instead. He perked his brows and eyed her as she almost threateningly encouraged him not to lie. She remained very close to him while asking her pointed question, only removing her finger from his lips after telling him to answer her. He couldn’t help taking in the fresh, flowery smell of her. <br><br>“These lads are single because they’ve only just arrived this morning.” Logan raised a hand, gesturing to both Harlan and Jon. “I’m single because the girl I was coupled with… left the other day.” He rotated his shoulders backward slightly, still not used to saying that he and Rhonda were over, out loud. It was true that on the show, sometimes one islander left and the person they were coupled with joined them. However, in this case, Logan hadn’t chased Rhonda like Delaney had chased Mark. <br><br>“So, that’s the reason.” He admitted, leaning down to take a sip from his coffee. “What about you, then? Why are you single?” He decided to ask her an equally pointed question, smirking all the while. Just then, the villa door opened and another guy popped in. Great, add one more for the sausage fest. Jon appeared from the stairs, out of breath, as he introduced everyone to the new guy… except for him. “Logan.” He said his own name, offering a small wave to the new guy, with the hand that wasn’t holding his mug of coffee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>23-11-2019, 14:00:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://d1w8cc2yygc27j.cloudfront.net/-2583461070047100229/5898889936010511894.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Ward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15172731#msg15172731)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Seattle, Washington <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front door of the villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (http://melissabenoistupdates.org/gallery/albums/userpics/10001/normal_066~69.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dom | Jon | Harlan | Logan | Alexander<br><br><hr><br>Katie bashfully smiled at the collection of guys that were gathered in the villa’s living room. Peering outside through the sliding glass door, she regarded the outdoor kitchen when Jon mentioned that they have salmon. “I love salmon,” she piped up, smiling a little brighter. He was so full of nervous energy, it was a little infectious. Also, Katie thought it was pretty adorable.<br><br>She felt her face warm up when Harlan mentioned that both she and Dom were sexy. The brunette was not used to compliments like that. She was willing to bet that her Russian counterpart was, though. He offered to help her with something, but Katie had already shoved her suitcase by the bottom of the stairs. Katie blankly shook her head in response.<br><br>“Oh, no, that’s okay.” She figured that she could always lug it up the stairs later on, herself. Harlan was still speaking to her when Katie quickly disregarded his offer to help. He asked if she needed help out of her dress, which was wearing her. Katie gawked at Harlan, blinking at him, before then awkwardly turning her gaze to look at the others. <br><br>“Um, I’m just gonna… go look outside.” Katie avoided eye contact with Harlan, but tossed a glance to Jonathan, as he came down the stairs. She paused at the sliding door to pull it open, when she heard another newcomer stepping in. She offered him a small wave and a even smaller smile, unsure how to feel after hearing Harlan’s comments. <br><br>She stepped outside, leaving the door open behind her, just in case anyone decided to follow her out. Katie hoped that Jon might decide to follow after her, but realized also that she didn’t really do enough to reel him in, either. Already she was starting to feel slightly overwhelmed. Gathering a fresh breath of air, she walked herself further outside. <br><br>The pool looked rather inviting and the heat definitely called for at least one dip in the water, at some point. Katie veered to the fridge and pulled a bottle of water out of it. She leaned against the counter and cracked the lid open, taking a long sip of the refreshing liquid. Harlan’s words continued to mill around in her head, and Katie honestly had a hard time deciphering them.<br><br>Sure, he complimented her in a rather… abrasive manner, by calling her sexy. But, for him to then offer to help her out of her dress, felt like a line was crossed. If they were coworkers, his comment would have been considered sexual harassment, wouldn’t it? Katie sighed. And finally, he remarked about how the dress she was wearing, actually wore her. That was like saying she couldn’t pull off the sparkling gown that she decided to arrive in. <br><br>Despite herself, she was now beginning to spiral, second guessing everything about this decision to come onto the show. Maybe she wasn’t cut out for this sort of scene. Maybe she couldn’t pull off the dress that she was wearing today. Maybe she should just keep her things packed up in her suitcase and get ready to be dumped from the island. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>23-11-2019, 14:09:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WbGeR0F.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Dominika Nikolaev</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15061990#msg15061990)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Moscow, Russia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front door of the villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> see image plus worn out white tennis shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Katie | Jon | Harlan | Logan | Alexander | Open<br><br><hr>Listening to Logan reveal his home and confessing why he was single was somewhat surprising to Dominika. He was far to pretty for someone to have walked out on. In fact it was surprising any of these men were single or on a dating show at all. She wondered if they were all models and had agents sending there for publicity. Perhaps she should have spent more time studying this show before agreeing to come on board. Oh well, it was going to be entertaining regardless. <br><br>Logan's last question lingered, <em>“What about you, then? Why are you single?”</em><br><br><strong>"Well, Manchester. I am seeing that you came over to introduce yourself,"</strong> Dom said with her English somewhat improving but the accent and peculiar phrasing still lingering as she tried to slip her arm into Logan's.<strong> "It is my thinking that you would like not to be single, yes? You should be escorting me someplace where you will tell me all about you. I am feeling this is good, yes? And I can be telling you all about why I am single or maybe it is true that I am single so I could come here to meet you."</strong> Dom was hopefully arm in arm with him and she would be offering him a big toothy frictionless super model smile.<br><br>Alexander burst in around this time with a jovial <em>"Lucy, I am home."</em> <br><br>The reference was completely lost on Dominika but she raised an arm and gave him a wave. Her voice raising every so slightly and tried to match his enthusiasm as she greeted him, <strong>"Welcome to the Party. Clothing is optional."</strong> She pushed her sunglasses up on top of her head then gave him a wink. Dom had heard that in a movie one time and it sounded like something fun to say. <br><br>Jon remained upstairs for a couple minutes before returning to join them all about the same time as Alexander had entered. Once he returned he was greeting Alexander with that same beautiful smile on his face, blue eyes sparkling. Dom called out to Jon, <strong>"Come here my beautiful boy,"</strong> she gestured to Jon. <strong>"You were gone to long, I was missing you. You must be telling me all about you."</strong> She held her hand out hoping that he'd join her on her other side so she could loop arms with both Logan and Jon... Or at least that was her plan. If it didn't pan out she wouldn't be disappointed. She'd just loop with whomever and/or stick close to them. She was enjoying being around all the lovely men.<br><br>Now with all the luggage out of the way and Katie having trailed outside she had designs on following in that general direction unless of course one of the men pulled her in a different direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>23-11-2019, 14:48:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;<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, Dom, Katie, Logan, Open<br><br><hr> Harlan looked at Katie and her countenance kinda fell. Apparently, his comment was lost on her. Maybe it was a bit too hood for her and realized he was probably needed to use his office voice or his party here would be over before it even started. He couldn’t very well charm anyone of them if they could not understand him.<br><br>He watched as Dom came in like a tidal wave and was ordering Jon about. <strong><em>‘Wow?!?</em></strong>’ It took him off guard and he didn’t like the way things were going for his new friend. He did his best not to frown but the only thing that came to his mind as he watched it… <strong><em>‘Played!!’</em></strong> He used to be like that and realized that is what happened to a nice guy…they got played. He would talk to him later. <br><br>He did notice Logan looked long in the face, he pondered what…he didn’t see the hottie Rhonda any…oh…okay that made sense…<strong><em>’ wow he was really into her.’</em></strong> He noticed Dom with her forward nature stepped right up to him and began questioning him. He could see the boldness in her and found she would probably have a date or several before nightfall.<br><br>He thought being himself was going to work…not here and there was too much money on the line to not try. He closed his eyes briefly to kind of refocus himself. Just as he found his game face he heard someone else come in. <br><br>&lt;&lt;Lucy I am home!&gt;&gt; He shook his head, he had been all of these guys before. Yeah if played his cards right the money was as good as his. He tipped two fingers to the brothaman coming in.<br><br>First things first.&nbsp; He moved to approach Katie. He could see fully that his complement fell on deaf ears. He moved to her, he didn’t press upon her as he wanted too. He could already see she was probably not his number one fan. But he had to try to make at least this part right. He moved to take her hand gently and kissed. As he looked into her eyes.<br><br>&nbsp;He had done this enough times if nothing else he knew how to sincerely apologize. “Katie…I am sorry for making you feel or think in any way that you weren’t beautiful. I…I think I need to translate what I said. I said the dress was wearing you. That means you look so amazing in the dress that it does not do you justice. Yes, I would like to help you out of the dress…cause damn baby you are gorgeous…but I don’t want just your body.&nbsp; You would be my goal…just you. I meant no offense. I promise and if you smile for me you will really make my day…please.” He had no idea if she would hear him or believe him. It honestly didn’t matter. He did his part and apologized, that was honestly all he could do.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragongoddess</strong> on <strong>23-11-2019, 21:21:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/458305419400445953/647513643432411146/b4df7e78456c5eff97aa5aad9dbccebf.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Rao</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007480#msg15007480)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Former:</em> New York City, New York, United States<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Current:</em> Dorset, England<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance --&gt; Backyard --&gt; Fire Pit<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture with this heart choker (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61u36SAUqNL.jpg) and these heels (https://www.cicihot.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/0dc2d03fe217f8c83829496872af24a0/s/h/shoes-heels-srl-toni-blk_black_4.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one...yet?<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN! || Mentioning: Alexander Maximillian Stone | Jon Arc | Katie Ward | Dominika Nikolaev |<br><br><hr><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Here goes nothing…”</span></span>&nbsp; Thalia muttered under her breath as she practically fell out of the jeep.&nbsp; It had already started out like as one of those days.&nbsp; Having not seen her driver when she got to the airport, she had walked right passed him, checking everywhere.&nbsp; She even travelled all the way over to the other side of the airport before coming back to find out he’d been standing in the front of the line waiting for her the entire time.&nbsp; Then, she’d asked the driver to turn around, thinking that she’d forgotten her bags only to have the crew that was following the Jeep call her driver and inform him that her bags had been placed in the car for her.&nbsp; To make sure there were no more mishaps, one of the members of the crew, a producer Tali guessed by the look and the demeanor in which the crewmember went on to explain everything, hopped into the Jeep.<br><br>By the time the Jeep was pulling into the villa, Thalia had already been chastised for what seemed like forever.&nbsp; The crewperson seemed to believe that the American had purposefully made them as late as they were.&nbsp; She’d heard about how she was supposed to arrive with two other women to greet the men who had been dropped off first thing that morning.&nbsp; Unfortunately, she wouldn’t have the same chance to meet with everyone now…or so she was being told.<br><br>Lucky for her, it seemed someone else had been late to the party as well.&nbsp; The man seemed to be tall and muscular with dark skin that reminded her of someone who might play some kind of sport.&nbsp; Football, maybe?&nbsp; Of course, he didn’t seem to notice her Jeep pulling up the drive behind his.&nbsp; Or if he had, he had chosen to ignore it.&nbsp; She wasn’t sure which but looking at him and the villa for the first time in person, she was even less sure what she was doing here.&nbsp; She had seen the show before, of course.&nbsp; It seemed to be all the rage in her new home of Dorset, but she had never seen herself as one of these girls before.&nbsp; That is, until she found out her application had been submitted for her and she had been accepted.&nbsp; Now, she was ready to turn right around and go home…if the crewmembers hadn’t already removed her bags from the Jeep and taken off, leaving her with a definite producer, talking her ear off about what was expected of her right now.<br><br>The producer kept blathering on about how late the girl was and how when she got into the villa, she was expected to start talking to the other residents of the villa.&nbsp; She was supposed to give the audience something interesting to watch.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the booming voice of the new resident who she had been right behind drowned out the producer’s voice as he called out a line from an old tv show.<br><br>Giving a quiet, little chuckle to the line, Thalia was about to make some sarcastic remark.&nbsp; It would have been an easy way to talk to someone who hadn’t already gotten into conversation with the others, right?&nbsp; Wrong!&nbsp; Before she had a chance to move through to meet up with the others, she heard another voice calling out at the man.&nbsp; It was another man’s voice but as soon as his voice called out, she was sure the rest of them pulled him in.&nbsp; Instead, she made her way, sneaking through the large living room to the backyard.<br><br>It seemed most of them had found their way to the kitchen just fine so what did Thalia do?&nbsp; Of course, she made her way to the opposite side of the backyard, sneaking through to the first area she found where people who were too hot to be real were not.&nbsp; She had seen this place on the show before.&nbsp; It seemed to be a hotspot for group gatherings and public muggings…&nbsp; A fire pit sat in the middle with a rounded couch surrounding it.<br><br>As the girl sat down, she buried her face in her hands and pushed her hair back, keeping her eyes on her knees.&nbsp; Her knees were bouncing up and down maniacally, her heels staying above the ground so they wouldn’t make noise.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“What am I doing?&nbsp; What am I doing?&nbsp; What am I doing?”</span></span>&nbsp; She asked herself under her breath, placing the heels of her hands against her forehead as her elbows rested on her bouncing knees.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I can’t compete with those girls…” </span></span> As she sat there, whispering to herself, she drowned out the activities around her, drifting into her own little space.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>24-11-2019, 05:27:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapersqq.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/wallpaper-chris-hemsworth-face-hair-1920x1080p-photo-for-desktop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15114224#msg15114224)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> North Versailles, Pennsylvania<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bottom of the stairs --&gt; Outside in Katie's general direction<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey cotton t-shirt, black shorts, white running shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Harlan, Katie, Logan, Dominika, Alexander, Thalia, Open<br><br><hr><br>He was glad that it got lively and everybody was interacting.&nbsp; It was kind of his self-imposed role in the past to make sure everybody was having fun, even if the blue-eyed man wasn’t the host of a party.&nbsp; He felt himself relaxed when he saw that Dom was conversing with Logan.&nbsp; <br><br>“Logan, Logan Logan,” The man repeated trying to get everybody’s name memorized.&nbsp; There were a lot of introductions in a short period of time.<br><br>There was a ton of people to talk to.&nbsp; He noticed that Katie had stepped out.&nbsp; With so much going on, it was difficult for anyone to keep track of what was going on.&nbsp; Jon wondered for a moment if she wanted the fresh air or the type to get overwhelmed.&nbsp; He noticed a little too late when Dom was approaching him, missing the arrival of the newest girl.&nbsp; The distracted man had only taken a step back before she got a hold of his arm.&nbsp; Maybe if he weren’t preoccupied, he would have been able to evade her somehow.&nbsp; As it was, the large man felt himself getting tugged along by the attractive flirt.&nbsp; He didn’t want to offend her by pulling away but he struggled to find an alternative.&nbsp; A solution didn't come to the frazzled man since the goofball was more akin of a blunt hammer than a man of finesse.&nbsp; Jon was also finding his previous emotional equilibrium getting thrown off, fighting to keep his cool.&nbsp; He looked over at Harlan, silently pleading for help, just before he was led outside.<br><br>“Umm... yeah, okay,” His normal deep voice was an octave higher.&nbsp; The blond licked his lips as nervousness started to creep into his chest, “I like hanging out with my friends like playing video games, mostly party games like Smash Brothers.&nbsp; It doesn’t happen as much as it used to since everybody is busy nowadays.&nbsp; That or playing games in general or watching movies.&nbsp; Unfortunately, nobody really seems interested in joining the gym or going for a run, which is disappointing.&nbsp; I have an office job so it’s harder to stay active nowadays.&nbsp; But I mean, I get it.&nbsp; It’s not like people have time anymore with significant others, families, crippling debt, or working in general.&nbsp; I guess I really shouldn’t complain since it took a while before I got myself a full time job and I should be grateful for that.&nbsp; They are even holding my position while I’m here but I think that might be because they would have a hard time replacing me since they’re understaffed.&nbsp; What about you?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>24-11-2019, 07:46:19</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://tvshowstars.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/travis-441.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Maximillian Stone (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15176317#msg15176317)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Dallas, TX<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front door --&gt; kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Pic &gt;&gt; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Today</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BZWVlMTVlNDQtZDc0NS00MTllLWE5YjQtZDQ2NmI2NDBkODJkXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMzMzNTMzNzA@._V1_SY1000_SX1000_AL_.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Jon, Thalia, | (m) Dom, Katie, Logan, Harlan, Open<br><br><br><hr><br>"Sup Jon.” He looked at the man that came down from upstairs. It was him noticing that the man was pointing out all of the people that were there in the room. He noticed the other black guy in the room and nodded to him. He heard him point out the woman in the lovely blue dress. <strong><em>‘Nice.’</em></strong> She looked amazing in that dress. He was aware of the way he spoke about Dom and he was still trying to process that. He didn’t move from where he was yet, he was just taking in everything.&nbsp; He waved from where he was.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Cool thanks.” He noticed the way the door opened and closed behind him and he turned to face the woman standing there behind him. <br>&nbsp;<br>He heard some of the conversations going on, he looked at those gathered. The one called Dom was like her own wave, he wasn’t sure if she was refreshing or drowning…yet. But she did have that way about her.<br>&nbsp;<br>Logan seemed to have something about him that held a bit of sadness yet determination in his tone. He began to talk as Dom seemed to speak to him taking him in. He found his own sociology kicking in as he watched the scene play out. Seeing Dom, shift from her Q&amp;A with Logan to Jon that had returned from upstairs talking to him like a well-trained pet. He wasn’t sure what to make of that, she was truly going to be…interesting being here with them. He smirked at the 'clothing was optional part', the statement alone made even him blush as she winked. <br><br>It was hard to see even on his dark skin. But even as he stood there he watched as she worked those men around her as her own personal playthings. She was good at what she did for sure.<br>&nbsp;<br>Then his eyes fell upon the succubus in the blue dress, from her reaction she was less succubus and more angel. She seemed kind of put out by the one called Harlan and it appears as if she was trying to get away from him in a polite way, rather than outright bolt away. He found this to be all but humorous save for the movement out of the corner of his eye of the dark-haired woman beating feet away. He honestly didn’t know what to make of that. Maybe the room was too crowded and she needed some air. He understood that. You couldn’t get to know people in a crowd everyone was trying to put there best foot forward. Most of them any way he had no idea what Harlan had done, but if Lex had to guess he had done the typical husband/boyfriend thing and put his foot into his mouth. This made Lex chuckle to himself. He wasn't sure what was said but he had negotiated enough to know that it was not the best way to start a situation like this.<br>&nbsp;<br>It seems like the dark-haired girl had the right idea and he couldn’t help but follow. Maybe this would be a better time to just talk to someone and maybe just regroup, have a game plan before going forward. He found himself moving to where she was and once he was out there she didn’t seem that happy to be here.&nbsp; &nbsp;He moved behind her and just at her corner as she sat down he could tell by her tone she wasn’t that ecstatic at her present situation.&nbsp; He was close enough to hear her seeming whispered tones.&nbsp; &nbsp;The statement alone made him both sad and angry.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Really? Who told you that?” By now he was on one knee looking at her. “You are here? Why do you think you are here and how do you believe you can’t compete? You have everything you need to be able to win but belief in yourself, they aren’t any prettier than you. Those guys are not more handsome than me. We all just have preferences and some like some people over others. It doesn’t mean that I am less or they are more. You believe you can’t compete is the only problem I see. I am Lex….Alexander. Your fairy godfather it seems and you would be?” He winked at her as he remained where he was for the moment. <br><br>He could only hope he could give her a bit of courage for the moment, she was more than nice on the eyes but it was more about how she felt about herself. He could tell her she was beautiful, till he as blue in the face…but nothing would come of it till she believed it. He was sure she could find someone even if it wasn’t him. Not that he wasn’t interested, just didn’t seem like she was and he understood it as he thought about not being confident enough too, but his sister gave him the same speech and he came to win.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>24-11-2019, 13:25:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.instagram.com/p/BjnOR88HDqu/media?size=l)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Mid-morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside kitchen seating area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture with navy blue swimming trunks and khaki sandals<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>Rhonda</del> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open; All<br><br><hr><br>When Dom called him Manchester, Logan had to smirk. He immediately began to wonder if he was meant to call her Moscow, in turn. His head tilted slightly as he watched her upon her approach. She commented about how he came closer to introduce himself. It almost felt like she had a mental score card that she was tallying up points on, as she went through the list of positives. She spoke her assumption that he likely didn’t wish to remain single, questioning him about it in the interim. <br><br>“Indeed,” he responded, his brows perked. Dom then specified that he should escort here somewhere more private so that they could speak to each other more intimately. She promised to tell him more about her relationship status when they did as she instructed. Logan nodded his head, glancing outside, about to reference one or two places that they could go to be alone. But that was when the newest newcomer practically busted down the door.<br><br>Logan chuckled deeply at Dom’s comment about clothing being optional for this little party they were apparently having. “I must have missed that text,” he joked. Jon returned from upstairs around then, as well. Unfortunately, he distracted Dom quite a bit. The redhead seemed to want to get to know them both equally. He couldn’t quite fault her for wanting to see her options before jumping into a couple, he supposed. But, she was laying on the flirtiness pretty thick.<br><br>After she prompted him to speak about himself, Jon did just that. He spoke essentially about how he was just a giant kid in a grown man’s body. About how he wanted to play video games and work out all day, but his friends were too busy to join him or play with him anymore. Logan cocked one brow, after leading them both outside, mindful of Dom’s arm linked with his. He guided them to the kitchen, to the bar stools more specifically. Katie was there with Harlan, and they were having a bit of a chat that looked slightly tense.<br><br>But Logan didn’t think much of it because of how Katie slinked away. “Looks like I’ll need to steal you away some other time, when you’re not tugging others along with us.” Logan whispered in Dom’s ear. “Since you asked though,” he gently put his mug of coffee down on the counter and stood beside it, leaning against it and turned so that his body was facing Dom, even if she decided to sit on a bar stool. “I’m a writer. Started out as a journalist and wasn’t feeling fulfilled. Especially due to how cutthroat it all is.” <br><br>“So I started my own blog. I began writing about my days, about where I traveled to, about the food I was eating, about my goals in life. I even shared pictures of my family’s dog.” He smirked a bit at a memory that went untold. “I’m big into food. I wish I could cook it better. But I find myself travelling just for a taste of something authentic.” He shrugged his shoulders slightly. “At the end of the day, family is most important to me. I plan to settle down and make one of my own when it feels right.” <br><br>Logan turned around, finding the coffee pot again and warming his cup up. He gestured to the others. “Does anyone want some coffee? Maybe a spot of breakfast?” He suggested, just as the crew began putting out breakfast platters for the counter top to be filled with. There was a bowl filled with fresh fruit, a platter stacked with a tower of pancakes, another platter topped with a stack of toast, containers with hash browns, sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, cinnamon rolls, and even more. He kept the coffee pot in case anyone wanted any coffee, but turned to fetch himself a plate as well.<br><br>Quickly, he piled a bit of everything onto his plate. He drew a bit closer to Dom, grinning. “Oh, and I’ve got a rather large appetite.” He leaned back only to bite into a piece of pancake. “Tell us about yourself, Dom.” He insisted, finding that it was easier to be a bit bossy when in front of someone who was somewhat bossy herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>24-11-2019, 13:41:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://d1w8cc2yygc27j.cloudfront.net/-2583461070047100229/5898889936010511894.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Ward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15172731#msg15172731)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Seattle, Washington <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front door of the villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (http://melissabenoistupdates.org/gallery/albums/userpics/10001/normal_066~69.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dom | Jon | Harlan | Logan<br><br><hr><br>Shortly after Katie managed to capture a bit of fresh air, Harlan followed her outside. She heard the approaching footsteps and was hopeful they belonged to Jon, the only guy she felt she could really find a spark with, but felt her bubble burst when she saw Harlan approaching her, instead.<br><br>She reminded herself that Jon was on the arm of Dominika, the Russian beauty who had already gotten him to deliver her luggage upstairs by simply ordering him around. Undoubtedly, that girl had her pick of the guys. Katie, on the other hand, was second guessing her decision to venture onto the island at all.<br><br>Katie blinked at Harlan when he, without a word, swept her hand up and pressed a kiss to the backside of it. Her brows were furrowed and her lips were parted in obvious surprise. Immediately, she felt like her personal space was being invaded, but she did her best to smile through it, despite her discomfort. <br><br>When he finished kissing her hand, Katie politely tugged her hand away and out of his grasp. Finally, he addressed the issue at hand, having accurately guessed that she was upset about his comments from earlier. After explaining that he meant the exact opposite of what he it sounded like he said, Katie’s brows were still furrowed as she tried to process it all. <br><br>She forced herself to chuckle a bit. “It sounded like the exact opposite.” In fact, she was sure she had heard people on TV say that about a celebrity fashion faux pas. Again he mentioned that he wanted to help her out of it, and Katie folded her arms over her chest, not to accentuate her breasts, but rather to hide them. <br><br>She awkwardly cleared her throat, looking to the side, noticing that Logan, Dom, and Jon were all joining them at the kitchen area outside. He called her baby as he continued to compliment her in a very overbearing and uncomfortable way. Katie shook her head. “It’s fine,” she waved a hand in the air, trying her best to move on from the topic at hand. <br><br>When the others joined them, Katie stepped around the counter top and sat herself down beside Jon, on the bar stool that faced the counter. He had mentioned Super Smash Bros and Katie leaned over, ever so slightly. “My favorite to play is Kirby.” She was grinning widely if he turned to look at her a moment later. “Well, sometimes I’m in the mood to play Pikachu, but mostly, I’m a Kirby girl.” <br><br>Breakfast items started to fill the counter and Katie noticed a pile of plates beside the food. She began dishing them out - pun intended? - to the others. She smiled as she put some of the food onto her own plate. It may have looked strange, but she squeezed a dollop of ketchup onto the scrambled eggs that she had collected. After mixing the ketchup around with a fork, she took a bite of them. “Mmm, these are delicious.” <br><br>Katie giggled softly, realizing she was being a little embarrassing. “So, who do you usually choose to play as in Super Smash Bros… Jon?” She smiled brightly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>24-11-2019, 14:49:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;<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<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Pic (Description)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Jon, Dom, Katie, Logan, Open<br><br><hr>Harlan noticed that Katie was not happy to see him at all as he approached her. He felt his charms were wasted on her as she seemed to not like him at all.&nbsp; He had apparently done everything wrong looking at her expression, she did smile, but it was the furrow of her brow that he noticed first. Then when she tugged her hand away, he was fully aware she didn’t like to be touched…or perhaps it was that she didn’t like to be touched by him. <strong><em>‘Fair enough.’</em></strong> He thought.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Which is why I am apologizing as I didn’t want you to think it more than what it was intended to be a compliment.” He let a slight smile play over his lips, but he was relaxed while she went on the defensive crossing her arms as if he were <strong><em>‘that guy.’</em></strong> He saw her looking at the others come and stated that it was fine and waved her hand as if she were dismissing him. With that, she moved away quickly to go by the guy she seemed most interested in.<br>&nbsp;<br>He listened as Logan seemed to be just as comfortable interrogating Dom as she was him. He was surely aware of the technique and found himself admiring Logan’s relaxed nature with the more forceful woman.&nbsp; Yet, was interested in hearing her answers too as he stood on this side of the counter, just a bystander in the conversations going on.<br><br>&nbsp;He watched as the food was set out and he moved to the side only to get a plate and get something to eat while he but listened to them talk of video games. Some he had been pretty familiar with, but he kept silent and simply enjoyed the food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>24-11-2019, 15:17:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WbGeR0F.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Dominika Nikolaev</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15061990#msg15061990)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Moscow, Russia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Moving to outdoor Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> see image plus worn out white tennis shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jon | Logan | Harlan | Katie, Alexander &amp; Thalia (mentioned)<br><br><hr>There was too many moving parts in this puzzle. Like a frat party, there was tons of boys all running around and chatting up the women. It was hard to decide which ones she wanted to speak to first as they all looked delectable. She virtually missed the new brunette that was hiding behind Alexander. Dom chuckled as she mused how Alexander appeared to be pulled in the brunette's wake. He was no sooner looking around himself than he was drawn right after her, the pair slipping off to a secluded corner together outdoors. <br><br>Dom's mind was drawn back to Jon though as he enthusiastically talked about himself while they walked out to join Katie at the kitchen. He was an office worker that enjoyed playing video games and going to the gym. In fact he appeared to spill his inner most worries out into the conversation as well, talking about family debt, and it sounded like a reference to work stress. She slid her hand up his back and over his neck before she ran her fingers idly through his hair, giving it a little tussle in the process. <br><br><strong>"Such beautiful hair you have to go with your pretty eyes,"</strong> Dom laughed.<strong> "I am thinking&nbsp; you are as American as apple pie. We shall get to know each other, yes? I must hear more about your wonderful life of playing games with your friends. It sounds like a great joy."</strong> Her smile was genuine and affectionate. She envied the casual youthful life that it sounded like he had and wondered just how American Nuclear Family it really was. <strong>"I am student, studying Computer Science and Mathematics."</strong> She looked back and forth between both Jon and Logan as if to answer that question for both of them.<strong> "Back home in Mother Russia as you Americans like to joke."</strong> She grinned over at Jon. <strong>"I was always student. Did good grades and made scholarships to private schools. Than I am to American University because.. well all program languages they are in English. So I come here to work on school and my English. Perhaps I would like to stay. I am not knowing this yet. But you are everything I ever believed an American boy should be. I like this."</strong> Her hand slid down his arm and patted it gently before she let go to look back to Logan.<br><br>At this time they had moved into the kitchen area and all gathered around. Dom felt a little bad for Harlan as he was clearly struggling with the conservative Katie. They were clearly from two different worlds entirely and having some communication issues. This was something she personally could relate to. She made mental note to return to him later and find out more about him.<br><br>Taking her attention off of Jon and turning to Logan at the Kitchen counter she matched his body language. The man was turned completely towards her and so she did the same. No longer holding the men's arms as they had already escorted her to her destination it appeared. Her sunglasses were still up in her long wild strands of red hair, holding it off of her face mostly. She watched Logan carefully as he told of his prior experiences as a Journalist and then a travelling blogger.<br><br><strong>"You're life sounds fascinating. This is something that I would very much like to do. At home I rarely left the city. Since coming to California for school I have been to beaches, mountains, and out on boats to visit islands. I am enjoying this much."</strong> Dom nodded her agreement with her words. <strong>"Perhaps I should cook for you authentic Russian food sometime."</strong> Seeing that Harlan was paying more attention to the conversations going on around him now, she smiled at him.<br><br>Dom said to Harlan, <strong>"For you too. I make good home cooked Russian meal."</strong> <br><br>Logan was dishing out food for himself when Dom held up a hand to say no thanks. A moment later he pushed his plate in a little closer and stood up near her again, creating their own little intimate space for conversation. Dom could hear Katie behind her talking to Jon now so she didn't feel bad about not turning around to address him again. It was clear that he had company and would get her attention again if he wanted it. She was hoping to get a chance to speak to all of them privately at some point.<br><br><em>“Tell us about yourself, Dom.”</em> Logan insisted.<br><br><strong>"Well you are already hearing of some. I am student, this is full time job that I am having."</strong> Dom flashed him a smile than plucked a piece of pancake off of his plate and popped it into her mouth. Chewing that up she continued, <strong>"I am also deep under cover spy here to steal secrets of attractive English men."</strong> She laughed and gave him another wink. <strong>"Is this not what all westerners think of Russians? I be serious though. Back home we have two versions of Americans. One is that they are all old bloated sloths and other is that they are from Hollywood but is important to note that all Hollywood types are mid western farm boys with blond hair and pretty blue eyes."</strong> She giggled and shoved her thumb over her shoulder to point back to Jon before covering her mouth while she tried to stifle the giggle. <strong>"But all men from England are seen as James Bond. This is why I think of spy stuff. Tell me truth, Mr Manchester... Are you also spy with double Oh?"</strong> Dom casually helped herself to another piece of Logan's pancake and picked up his coffee cup, blowing gently across the surface of the liquid before taking a sip to wash it down. (That is provided he didn't drop his hand over the cup or something and prevent it from happening.)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>25-11-2019, 04:14:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapersqq.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/wallpaper-chris-hemsworth-face-hair-1920x1080p-photo-for-desktop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15114224#msg15114224)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> North Versailles, Pennsylvania<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outdoor dining area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey cotton t-shirt, black shorts, white running shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Harlan, Katie, Logan, Dominika, Open<br><br><hr><br>His eyes scanned over the area as ideas of escape were examined and discarded while trying to simultaneously listen.&nbsp; It was too bad that each idea got progressively more ridiculous.&nbsp; His smile started to feel a little fixed.&nbsp; He was sympathetic to the idea of going through school.&nbsp; The extravert loved the social aspect of going to school but had no interest in furthering his education.&nbsp; There were no more school projects, exams, and papers for him.&nbsp; He was quite satisfied with his bachelor's degree in computer science.&nbsp; The flustered man had missed Katie's interaction with Harlan and hadn't noticed her approach until she spoke up.&nbsp; <br><br>The other guy was a lot better at handling the Russian's attention.&nbsp; Normally, the loud man would have no issues with soaking up attention, good or bad but he also had no exposure to someone coming onto him like that.&nbsp; It was nice to be complimented.&nbsp; She was also like a force of nature.&nbsp; The 'American boy' was overloaded in short order.&nbsp; He sagged with relief that Logan managed to distract Dom.&nbsp; <br><br>His blue-eyes turned towards the girl in the dress.&nbsp; She was dressed really nicely and he idly wondered if that was normal for her.&nbsp; It seemed like Love Island got people from all walks of life.&nbsp; But wow, Katie was pretty too with her clear skin, white teeth, and clear eyes.&nbsp; Jon supposed that would make sense.&nbsp; This was suppose to be on television.&nbsp; Wait, did that mean he met some standard of attractiveness?&nbsp; He looked over at Harlan.&nbsp; The black man would with his build, nice skin, and strong jaw line but Jon was probably more selected for his ability to embarrass himself.&nbsp; His ex had certainly battered his ego into submission over the years.&nbsp; His smile was more relaxed as he accepted a plate from Katie, getting some eggs and adding ketchup directly on top before mixing it in.&nbsp; The goofball had forgot about the scrambled eggs in all the commotion.<br><br>There was a delay before he answered Katie, "Solid choices.&nbsp; I respect the little puffball.&nbsp; I play a little bit of everyone.&nbsp; But if I had to pick a favorite, I have to go with Jiggypuff.&nbsp; Come swooping down into a group and knocking everybody out.&nbsp; Death from above."<br><br>His voice dropped to their normal baritone levels instead of being on the verge of cracking.&nbsp; The large man couldn't remember the last time he was that nervous.&nbsp; High school?&nbsp; His fingers tingled from the adrenaline.&nbsp; He wasn't quite sure what just happened.&nbsp; His hands flexed, trying to get them to feel normal again.<br><br>"So...Katie, what about you?&nbsp; What do you like doing for fun?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragongoddess</strong> on <strong>27-11-2019, 10:14:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/458305419400445953/647513643432411146/b4df7e78456c5eff97aa5aad9dbccebf.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Rao</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007480#msg15007480)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Former:</em> New York City, New York, United States<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Current:</em> Dorset, England<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fire Pit<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture with this heart choker (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61u36SAUqNL.jpg) and these heels (https://www.cicihot.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/0dc2d03fe217f8c83829496872af24a0/s/h/shoes-heels-srl-toni-blk_black_4.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one...yet?<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alexander Maximillian Stone || Mentioning: All |<br><br><hr>The moment she heard his voice, her knees stopped bouncing.&nbsp; Her heels hit the wooden floor with a loud <em>THUMP!</em>&nbsp; Immediately, her right ankle twisted, and the <em>THUMP</em> was followed by the scrape of her heel across the wood.&nbsp; Her head turned up towards the voice as she nearly fell from her seat, her hands slipping from her forehead as she was caught off-balance.&nbsp; Her face reddened at the recognition that someone had heard her talking to herself.<br><br>She couldn’t believe someone had snuck up on her like this and she had been caught talking to herself!&nbsp; Of course, that was the way her time here would start, though!&nbsp; It was just her luck to be caught looking like a crazy person.&nbsp; Then again, she thought, what had she expected to happen…&nbsp; After being reminded about the viewers who would be watching this show, she wouldn’t be surprised if this talking to herself business was going to be aired to make her look like some sort of crazy person.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Heh—”</span></span> Thalia finally said as she regained her composure on the seat, planting her feet firmly on the ground and burying her face in her hands, her cheeks burning even brighter.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “I’m sorry…&nbsp; I didn’t realize anyone was here and especially not listening to me.” </span></span>&nbsp; She said after the man who had entered the villa just before her finished speaking.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “I promise I don’t usually look this crazy.&nbsp; I mean— Uh…&nbsp; I mean –"</span></span> She stuttered, pushing her hair away from her face before burying her face once more.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “I mean I don’t usually talk to myself like this.” </span></span>&nbsp; With only a moment’s pause, she peeked up and tried to turn it into a bit of a joke.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Usually.” </span></span>&nbsp; Trying to see how badly this looked to him, Thalia chuckled a little, inviting him to join along.<br><br>Finally getting to his questioning, Thalia moved her hands from her face but kept her head down, her raven hair slipping down her face and neck to keep her face hidden away.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” </span></span>&nbsp; The American started about what she meant by not being able to compete with the other girls.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Let’s just put it this way:&nbsp; I haven’t had the best history with guys, and it wasn’t exactly my idea to sign up for this game in the first place.&nbsp; And in case you haven’t noticed, the girls over there seem to already be really good at all of this.” </span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Anyways, I’m Thalia…”</span></span>&nbsp; After another short pause, clearly debating whether or not she should say something, she shook her head and continued on.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “You can call me Tal, Tali, whatever you like, Lex.&nbsp; I was the girl in the Jeep right behind yours.” </span></span>&nbsp; After another small pause, she smiled a little, keeping her face hidden in her hair but the smile was evident in her voice.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “I like your name, by the way: Lex.&nbsp; Sorta like Lex Luther, right?&nbsp; Although, I wouldn’t expect him to go ‘Bippity Boppity Boo’.” </span></span>&nbsp; This time, she couldn’t help but laugh, a melodic sound spilling from her lips at the idea of either this Lex or the infamous one wearing a blue dress and waving a stick around singing the silly song.<br><br>Once she was able to get control over her laughter again, Thalia finally looked up at Alexander, looking him in the eyes for the first time.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “So…uh…”</span></span>&nbsp; She started, looking away again.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “I’m not so sure you can wave a magic wand and make all of this easier or anything so if you want…”</span></span>&nbsp; She paused again, looking over at the people in the kitchen.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “If you want, I wouldn’t be offended if you went to talk to the other women.&nbsp; They seem much better at holding a conversation than I am right now.” </span></span>&nbsp; Looking back at the man in front of her, she placed a hand on the seat beside her as though in invitation.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “I also don’t mind if you’d prefer to just rest a minute.&nbsp; Your choice really but it might be easier to find a seat or stand up.&nbsp; Better on your knees too…or so I’ve heard.” </span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>27-11-2019, 14:00:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.instagram.com/p/BjnOR88HDqu/media?size=l)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Mid-morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside kitchen seating area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture with navy blue swimming trunks and khaki sandals<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>Rhonda</del> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open; All<br><br><hr><br>Having a three way… conversation… was bound to leave someone feeling left out. Thankfully, Jon didn’t seem to mind when Logan and Dom continued their conversation, at a slightly closer proximity. Then again, that may have been due to the fact that Jon was entering into a new conversation with Katie. Which, in turn, made the fifth lad in the conversation - Harlan, Logan thought his name was - the fifth wheel. <br><br>Clearly, the producers were setting up scenarios like this intentionally, to create the most amount of drama. <br><br>Then again, it seemed like Dom was mixing up the pot of drama enough on her own. She was definitely interested in the American guy, Jon. No matter how uncomfortable she seemed to make him didn’t matter. Maybe it was that she was oblivious to his discomfort, because the men in Russia weren’t uncomfortable people, or maybe she simply liked Jon while he was squirming in anguish. <br><br>It wouldn’t have surprised Logan too much to find out that Dom was actually quite the domme. Not that Logan knew anything about that sort of lifestyle.<br><br>When she shared more about herself, like the fact that she was studying computer science and math, Logan couldn’t help how his brows raised in intrigued surprise. Either she was wicked smart or she was in way over her head. Logan was willing to bet that Dom was much smarter than he had initially predicted. He supposed he had a bit of a prejudice about the sorts of people who wind up on reality shows, that being, they usually weren’t brilliant. <br><br>She went on to say that she was studying English while in America, so that she could learn how to program more properly. Logan nodded, smiling down at her, flashing her a sort of ‘I believe in you’ confidence. Dom was not being quiet about the fact that Jon seemed to check all of her boxes in terms of an American guy. Logan was picking up what she was putting down, but couldn’t back off entirely before he really tried to woo her. Well, as much as a person can woo someone else whilst standing in front of a bunch of other people.<br><br>He grinned when she professed that his life sounded fascinating. “There’s just one thing missing from my life.” Logan spoke, hinting at the fact that he was in need of someone to share all of those grand experiences with. When she offered to cook some authentic Russian cuisine for him, Logan had to smile even wider. “I’d love that, actually.” He never turned down a homemade meal. Especially not when it was made by someone as attractive as Dom. She also said the same to Harlan, which made her initial offer feel slightly less special, but Logan didn’t mind.<br><br>When it was time for her to go into further detail about herself, Dom shared that she was a full time student, then helped herself to some of his pancakes. Logan chuckled when she shared that she was an undercover spy. “I don’t think you’re supposed to share that with people. The whole ‘blend in and don’t draw unwanted attention to yourself’ thing. You know.” He advised, speaking softly to her, as if teasing. He shrugged to her question about what all Westerners think of Russians. “I try not to lump big groups of people into one defining category.” <br><br>He took another big bite of pancake, licking some syrup up from the corner of her mouth. She described the stereotypes that they had about Americans over in Russia, and Logan nodded slightly, completely aware that the Brits had similar stereotypes about Americans. “But stereotypes are meant to be broken, are they not?” He asked, mostly in a rhetorical fashion. She mentioned that Englishmen are like James Bond. “Absolutely, I am.” He responded to her when she questioned if he was also a spy. “Double O to the second power.” Logan chuckled, unsure what he was saying anymore. <br><br>She picked up his coffee cup from him and took a sip after pursing her lips to blow on the hot surface of it. Logan leaned in, smiling all the while. “I could make you your own plate of food and a cup of coffee. But it seems you prefer to share what I’m eating.” He reached out, stretching his arm out slightly so that his finger could gently swipe over her lips, if she allowed him to do so. “I’m not complaining. I can share, so long as it’s food and drink. But… I find it hard to share much else, you should know.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>27-11-2019, 14:50:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://d1w8cc2yygc27j.cloudfront.net/-2583461070047100229/5898889936010511894.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Ward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15172731#msg15172731)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Seattle, Washington <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front door of the villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (http://melissabenoistupdates.org/gallery/albums/userpics/10001/normal_066~69.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dom | Jon | Harlan | Logan<br><br><hr><br>Katie was struggling a little bit in the villa, already. But, she was trying to not let it all show. Internally, she was having a hard time feeling secure with herself and outwardly confident. When compared to Dom, at least, she had to admit to herself that she wasn’t exuding the same level of confidence that the Russian redhead was.<br><br>But, she decided to take a leap of faith and attempt a conversation with Jon, about one thing that they could both chat about. Hopefully this conversation would lead to another, where they would realize that they had even more in common. The brunette could hope, anyway. She was giggling at Jon’s comment about Kirby, biting her lip when she listened to his response.<br><br>Apparently his preferred character was Jigglypuff, which made Katie gasp in surprise. “Really? I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who chose Jigglypuff as their favorite. Wow.” She was being sincere. Most people picked the popular or most powerful characters, because it meant that they had a better chance of winning. <br><br>But Jon’s pitch about why Jigglpuff was the best pick, made her take pause. She was grinning all the while, chuckling softly when he renamed the lullaby attack as death from above. “Hm, maybe Jigglypuff is a true underdog story and I just never really realized it before.” She tilted her head, smirking as she considered it. <br><br>Katie couldn’t help noticing that Jon didn’t seem even close to as nervous as he had been around Dom, while speaking to her. Because she had such a lousy understanding of guys in general, she honestly couldn’t determine if that was a good thing… or a bad thing. But, when he directed a question at her, she shook that worry from her mind.<br><br>“For fun?” She chuckled. “Well, I’m a nursing student, so it’s rare that I get much time for fun.” Katie confessed, though it didn’t sound like a complaint. Just a matter of fact. “But, I know this might sound kind of lame, I really like to color.” She felt her cheeks grow a bit warmer. “You know those adult coloring books that have really complicated designs? I like just zoning out for an afternoon, working on one of those.” <br><br>She shrugged her shoulders. “I also really like sweets. I definitely have a sweet tooth. But, I’m really bad at baking.” She laughed. “Like, really, I would burn anything I even tried to make.” She tilted her head to the side to think a little more. “I also really like scrap booking. You know, buying little stickers and fancy paper and decorating it all, while gluing pictures down on the pages.” Hopefully she wasn’t sounding too much like an old lady with her interests.<br><br>Katie reached over to take a bite of some eggs. She waited until she was finished with her bite before speaking again. “Other than that, I enjoy the normal things. Hanging out with my friends, going out to the movies, or concerts if I’m not too sleepy.” She nodded again, figuring this made her sound more normal. “When I have the time, I also am a freelance interpreter for the deaf. I was raised by two deaf parents, so my first language was American Sign Language.” <br><br>Katie took another bite of her ketchup covered eggs and looked back to Jon, her brows perking, as if to silently ask him if he had anything else to add to the list of things that he liked doing for fun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>27-11-2019, 16:32:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;<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<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Pic (Description)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Jon, Dom, Katie, Logan, Open<br><br><hr>Harlan realized he was the odd man out, but it was probably his fault. He wasn’t used to having to try, being around all of those star football players and picking up leftovers, hot beautiful leftovers. When he had to put forth effort he wasn’t as smooth as he wanted to be. He could certainly be charming, but the effort over the return and the fact that most women seem like they were looking for that BBD and it wasn’t him. He resigned himself to simply look for Ms. Right-now over Ms. Right. He wasn’t at all going to try to open himself up again to another one of <em>‘those’</em> situations.<br><br>He watched as Dom, flirted with Jon it was amusing. Maybe typical, he did have that wholesome farm boy thing going. Couldn’t fault him or her for that matter, his ears perked up when she said studying computer science and math. He was pretty good with math, he even took care of his own portfolio, she truly caught his interest he was impressed. <br><br>She did get a good experience of California, he did like the landscape when they went out there for games for sure. It was like Texas a whole nother country. Mountains, valleys, water, etc.. And nice scenery too. He thought as he looked over her, transplant.<br><br>“Sure and I can make you some good ole’ southern comfort food, good for the soul and the hips.” He winked finishing up his plate. He moved to get another piece of bacon as he realized he was quickly becoming background. Understood it but it was clearly not why he was here. <br><br>As Dom continued down her road, his mind just let the timbrel of her accent float through his mind and in the back of his mind he thought spy! Her next phrase made him snicker. Seeing as they were going down the same road, the smile played over his lips.<br><br>He was listening to Jon’s humorous thoughts of SSB. He shook his head but he got it JP was totally underestimated, but Harlan liked to win so he normally went with tried and true Mario. But he thought being a king had its merits too.<br><br>He wasn’t part of the conversation and Katie clearly wanted Jon’s attention to herself based on her body language, so he went back to listening to Logan and Dom.<br><br><strong><em>“...missing from my life,”</em></strong> Logan said. <em>‘Nice.’ </em>He thought as he heard him hint towards her and the experiences that he was having, seemed to make sense if nothing else this might prove successful to some in finding a mate here in the middle of nowhere. <em> ‘A relationship that bloomed in adversity! Hell, anything was possible!’</em><br><br>He chuckled at Logan’s response of not telling everyone she was a spy.&nbsp; But it would also make sense, to be really truthful…admitting the truth all the time would throw people off.<em> ‘Nice tactic or a real spy! Like saying everything I say is a lie! Leaves them baffled.’ </em>He rolled the thought around in his mind. Till Logan went with <em>&lt;&lt;“Double O to the second power.”&gt;&gt; </em>Harlan had a brief confused look on his face. <strong>‘00 to the 2nd power is still 0?!? Yeah, he is smitten too!’ </strong>He realized that was Dom’s superpower to baffle most men, here. <br><br>He did hear, Katie say she was a nursing student and smirked thinking of all of the really smart women out there. He was very impressed by that! Looking at Logan’s hand move.<br><br>But it was Logan’s gesture that caught his attention most, the one where he moved to stroke his finger over her lips.<em> ‘Smooth move player! And I'm out!’</em> With that, he drank some juice and turned to get ghost, not really into the whole fifth wheel thing. Neither of them would notice him missing anyway. He could always learn the place he knew there was a place to workout if nothing else from watching the show. Not that this was his favorite show or anything, but he hated going into anything blind. He would wash up his plate and head out to look around, he would get the layout in his head now that he was here. He thought the gym was indeed this way.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>27-11-2019, 17:48:49</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://tvshowstars.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/travis-441.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Maximillian Stone (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15176317#msg15176317)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Dallas, TX<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front door --&gt; kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Pic &gt;&gt; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Today</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BZWVlMTVlNDQtZDc0NS00MTllLWE5YjQtZDQ2NmI2NDBkODJkXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMzMzNTMzNzA@._V1_SY1000_SX1000_AL_.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Jon, Thalia, | (m) Dom, Katie, Logan, Harlan, Open<br><br><br><hr> <br>Max didn’t really think about what he was doing, but he knew how he felt walking in here. His <span class="bbc_u"><em>‘I love Lucy’</em></span> joke kind of fell flat, but since no one noticed him too much other than a few and they moved to go outside his going to check on the lovely brunette that went outside a different way wasn’t too much of a big deal to him. <br><br>She was nice on the eyes till she jumped at his presence, he didn’t mean to frighten her but he wasn’t sure what frightened her more the fact that he was there, that he heard her or the fact that he was that typical big…nevermind. He didn't go there as he noticed her cheeks reddening and went with the fact that he heard her talking with herself. He saw something more than simple embarrassment in her eyes and frown for a mere second as a smirk crept along his dark features soon after.<br><br>“We are always listening Clarise!” He smirked in his best Hannibal Lecter. “Sorry been waiting years to use that one! No, you don’t look crazy at all, you are very pretty, gorgeous in fact.” Now he chuckled.<br><br>“So how do you usually talk to yourself? Accent? Guy? Professor? Schoolteacher?” He hoped his joking would help her to feel more relaxed with him.<br><br>“Try me?!?” He looked at her, wondering what this was all about. His head pulled back and the look of confusion was evident. “No…really?!? I figured all good looking women came to love island when they were in a happy committed relationship. “ He knew he was teasing so he winked.<br><br>&nbsp;“Yeah my dance card is really filled back home, so much so my older sister signed me up for this and my younger sister told me not to come back home without two numbers or a girlfriend. So here I am.” <br><br>He couldn’t help but to chuckle yet again. “You don’t know that they might be faking it till they make it? They might be just as nervous as you only hide it better.” He replied.<br><br>“Nice to meet you, Thalia…I would kiss your hand like the princess you are, but I do understand people have this thing about personal space and such. So I will save that till we go out on a date…unless you have someone else in mind to fill your dance card.” He shrugged realizing he was still on one knew like he was proposing or trying to keep her attention. He was just trying to set her at ease. The lawyer in him coming out despite his intent for otherwise.<br><br>“Tali…I like that. Sorry, I wasn’t driving, so I didn’t look back, but had I known you were in it. I might have asked to switch Jeeps. But didn’t know the rules for that sort of thing.” He paused. “Something like that…” He was taken aback by her words. “…actually you would be totally surprised by all of the things Lex would do for power or to destroy superman…if it would kill big blue he would have sung all of <span class="bbc_u"><em>‘Rent’</em></span>.” He couldn’t help but smile when she laughed, it sounded like a wonderful song.<br><br>“If I want? Actually Tali, I think you are doing just fine..conversation wise."&nbsp; There was a brief pause, "So you would be ok, with me sitting next to you and sucking up your time for a bit?” He stood over her for a moment before moving to sit next to her. “I don’t know, kneeling here and looking into those lovely eyes of yours seemed like a good place to be for a moment. But being down here might give people ideas, we may not want on the first day.” He relaxed sitting next to her leaning forward a bit as he caught her eyes. <br><br>“Anything else you want to tell me about you? Besides you are running away from a bad relationship in hopes of maybe finding prince charming on this isle…or at least someone to put on your glass slipper.” He licked his lips slightly letting the fairy godmother theme continue to play out.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>28-11-2019, 03:38:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WbGeR0F.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Dominika Nikolaev</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15061990#msg15061990)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Moscow, Russia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> outdoor Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> see image plus worn out white tennis shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan | Harlan<br><br><hr><br>Harlan offered to make Dom some food as well. “Sure and I can make you some good ole’ southern comfort food, good for the soul and the hips.” He winked finishing up his plate.<br><br>Dom winked back at Harlan and nodded, <strong>"This I would like very much. Most food I get in California is Mexican. I have yet to experience southern US food." She was eager to try something authentic herself. </strong><br><br>It wasn't intentional, but her attention was drawn back to Logan.&nbsp; She was also interested in knowing Harlan as well but Logan had had her engaged. She was okay with that. Highly entertained by Logan, Dominika smiled and nodded at his reference to missing one thing from his life. This man was on the hunt for a partner. She liked that but kept silent about it only responding with her smile and nod. The conversation continued down the road of entertaining when he played along with her spy revelation. But his very western ideals of political correctness shone through when he talked about not lumping groups of people into one defining category. Still, Dom appreciated his desire to do right by people, to her that said something about his character that she liked. <br><br><em>“Double O to the second power.” Logan chuckled.</em><br><br>Dom let out a boisterous laugh at this, partly because it was in the nature of her culture to not hold back when they laughed, and because it tickled her nerdy math side. <br><br><em>Logan leaned in, smiling all the while. “I could make you your own plate of food and a cup of coffee. But it seems you prefer to share what I’m eating.” He reached out, stretching his arm out slightly so that his finger could gently swipe over her lips if she allowed him to do so. “I’m not complaining. I can share, so long as it’s food and drink. But… I find it hard to share much else, you should know.” </em><br><br>Parting her lips slightly she enjoyed the feeling of his thumb on her mouth. Bold. Dom liked it. Her own fingers found their way up to his beard, she tickled it with her nails, raking them along his jawline, finally letting a finger trail down along his neck before cascading down the front of his shirt. She grabbed at the edge of it along the bottom. Holding on to keep him close, giving it a little tug anytime his body swayed a little bit back. Like fishing, she gave him some lead then pulled him back in.<br><br><strong>"You must be finding this place a struggle yes? Everything is shared here,"</strong> Dom's eyes rolled as she visually gestured to the entirety of the villa. <strong>"I wonder how long before it becomes psychologically formed normative behavior for this, yes? We speak of stereotypes but some of these things are less media-driven and more psychological."</strong> Dom raised her brows wondering if she was going to show to much of her nerdy side in this conversation but she couldn't help herself because she loved a conversation with depth. <strong>"Is true that our brains take short cuts when identifying familiar faces and patterns of behavior. Often things that we see as stereotypical. They merge together and we take no notice. Instead, our brains fill gaps for us based on repeated visual and audio patterns. Did you know that if you briefly display two images of a person's face to someone? And if the skin tone, general hair color, and simple structure are similar your brain will see them as being the same or possibly related. It isn't until you study them closely that you see differences. This is not interesting part, yes. Most interesting is that the older you are, the more likely your brain is to make those leaps and the fewer details your memory will retain. Instead, memory of previous visual experiences fill in the gaps or differences that you failed to see in the beginning."</strong> She wondered at this point if she was boring him or losing his attention. Her eyes narrowed a little while she peered into his. <strong>"If I am making this sense, yes? But children rarely see likenesses in images and spot the differences faster. This is because they have less memory so fewer experiences to draw from. That means fewer assumptions and more accuracy in distinguishing differences. Their minds seek uniqueness to learn from. It is product of eidetic memorization. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eidetic_memory) Not to say all children do this but learning and distinguishing differences go hand in hand so child may absorb new knowledge visually. That is a universal learning behavior. This is why it is almost unheard of in adults to have a truly eidetic memory but is occasional in young children."</strong> Dom had stolen a few more sips of his coffee before giving it back at this point. <strong>"Now you are thinking that I am mad woman perhaps? I tell you this so I am telling you that I was such a child. I am thinking that now you are learning more of me... Also, some of what you hear about Russians is true. We are often tested, selected, and trained for specific education based on natural talents. Occasionally, stereotypes are accurate."</strong> She gave him a wink and plucked another bit of pancake from his plate. <strong>"I am also thinking that sharing your food is far more fun than having my own. Perhaps you are better at sharing than you think."</strong> Chewing pancake with a smile as she said it.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>29-11-2019, 05:07:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapersqq.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/wallpaper-chris-hemsworth-face-hair-1920x1080p-photo-for-desktop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15114224#msg15114224)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> North Versailles, Pennsylvania<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outdoor dining area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey cotton t-shirt, black shorts, white running shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Harlan, Katie, Logan, Dominika, Open<br><br><hr><br>He hadn’t thought about Jigglypuff as an underdog.&nbsp; Definitely underestimated.&nbsp; It was hilarious to have the little pink character knock out other characters engaged in a heated battle with a little sigh and a nap.&nbsp; He remembered participating in a tournament and getting cheered.&nbsp; Granted, Jon didn’t make it past the first battle but he liked the attention and shouts of support.&nbsp; Only the finals got more attention than his match.<br><br>He got up to get some water, setting his plate down.&nbsp; The blue eyed man observed that Dom and Logan were in their own conversation, which brought some relief to him before returning back to his seat.&nbsp; He smiled and nodded as she spoke about her interests.&nbsp; The goofball rolled his eyes good-naturedly.&nbsp; He loved hanging out with friends or meeting new people.&nbsp; The extravert tended to emotionally recharge around other people.&nbsp; He noticed Harlan walking off and guessed that he was heading for the bathroom.<br><br>The blue-eyed man stared at her owlishly for a moment before a wide grin formed on his face.&nbsp; He slid his right hand across the middle of the forearm to the end of his left hand as he started speaking.<br><br>“Nice... meeting...you,” The large man translated each ASL sign.&nbsp; It was obvious that he wasn’t fluent as each sign was painstakingly slow, taking a second or two before the man fumbled onto the next sign, “My... name... is J-O-N.&nbsp; My... friends... call... me... <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">funny...</div><div class="spoiler_body">Jon signed: stupid, not funny.</div></div> man.&nbsp; I...know...a little... sign language.”<br><br>He stopped using American Sign Language so he could mix the ketchup into the eggs some more before taking a bite.&nbsp; &nbsp;The eggs turned out a little better than Jon expected.&nbsp; Looking at the other food, he wondered if the other staff was going to eat too.&nbsp; There was a lot of food that he hadn’t made.&nbsp; Did they have it delivered?&nbsp; The big man hadn’t seen much of the show people since he entered the villa.<br><br>“One of my friends has a kid who’s deaf so I picked up a little of it.&nbsp; But wow, both of your parents, huh?&nbsp; That’s awesome that you’re multilingual.&nbsp; I’m kinda surprised that you’re not pursuing being an interpreter.&nbsp; There's good money in it.” It was something he couldn't imagine doing, even if he tried.&nbsp; Learning another language was tough.<br><br>“And don't worry, I’m the last person to judge a person by their interests.&nbsp; I didn’t even know there were adult coloring books for adults.&nbsp; I did my fair share of book coloring and playing with stickers with my friend’s kids or their younger siblings over the years,” Granted, that was probably not the same.<br><br>The hungry man ate the eggs in a relatively short time with the occasional sip of water.&nbsp; He slowed down before finishing the small meal.<br><br>The blond leaned forward, “I miss college.&nbsp; Not necessarily going to classes but I miss hanging out with others in similar situations.&nbsp; Definitely miss ultimate Frisbee.&nbsp; I feel like that might be a college exclusive game.&nbsp; Outside of school, people tend to do socialize indoors.&nbsp; Or at least that’s been my experience.”<br><br>He set his plate down his plate before taking another gulp of water.&nbsp; That certainly hit the spot after not eating a real meal since before the flight.<br><br>“I like weight lifting.&nbsp; I started in high school but got more into it later in college.&nbsp; I also run.&nbsp; I try to jog every other day.&nbsp; I like being outdoors, whether that means doing some biking or hiking.&nbsp; I don’t do that with any kind of regularity.&nbsp; I prefer to hike a trail with other people.&nbsp; I like new experiences so I might give something a try.&nbsp; I tried out a bunch of different stuff in college.” Jon gave a bashful smile as he realized he was talking about himself too much, “Nothing but respect for nursing.&nbsp; Are you planning on being a registered nurse or are you going for your BSN?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>29-11-2019, 05:28:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=http%3A%2F%2Fcps-static.rovicorp.com%2F2%2FOpen%2FFox%2FThe%2520Mob%2520Doctor%2FSeason%25201%2F_derived_jpg_q90_500x500_m0%2Fmd_03-zack-drama-singles_0310_LY.jpg%3Fpartner%3Dallrovi.com&amp;f=1&amp;nofb=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Harding (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004164#msg15004164)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight <br><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stilwater, MN, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>5. July 2019| Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>bedroom &gt; Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What you see in the pic (http://Outfit URL)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Gwen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gwen, Harlan, Jon, Katie, Dominika, Logan, open<br><hr><br>James chucked as she whispered her breakfast order to him, "mmhmm, and do you want the other half of the kitchen as well?" He said with a smirk as he watched her get up and head towards the bathroom, after she was gone he got up as wel;. Pulling on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts he made his way down to the kitchen to get their breakfast going. As the professional chef fixed their breakfast he fixed himself a cup of tea, "Earl Grey, hot." he muttered to himself with a chuckle as he took a sip after adding a generous spoonful of sugar to the mix. <br><br>After a couple sips of the tea he noticed the gathering happening outside. walking out the door with his cup he yawned and smiled at the group "Morning, quite a bunch of new faces here huh, don't know if that should worry me... anyways, I'm James, nice to meet you all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>30-11-2019, 21:27:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xJY50wf.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Gym<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured with matching string bikini bottoms<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Owen | Harlan | Jon | Katie | (mentioning) Dom, James, &amp; Logan<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-10.jpg)</div> <br>After a night out with Owen at the resort, she almost glad to be back to the villa because it had started to feel like home. A dysfunctional fucked up sort of Orwellian style home but home it was. Moving off from Owen she told him that she was going to go change and get in a workout. Elsa way oblivious to the commotion of new guests in the home.<br><br>When she was upstairs changing she looked outside and to her shock saw there were new faces. Turning back around into the bedroom she noticed all the new bags as well. It was true, there were new guests in the villa. Excitedly, she bounded downstairs calling out to wherever Owen was, <strong>"Hey there are new people in the villa."</strong> She skipped out into the backyard. New faces were always a moment of excitement in the villa. Maybe she should have seen them as threats but Elsa was eager to go out and meet some new possible friends.<br><br>Elsa approached the group at the kitchen with an excited smile on her face, <strong>"Good morning, James. Good Morning Logan." </strong>She walked up to Dominka and greeted the red-headed Russian girl. Dom greeted her back and turned ,to face Logan again as Elsa was quickly moving in to the others. <br><br>Speaking to Jon and Katie she continued, <strong>"Hi, I'm Elsa. Welcome to the Villa."</strong> She offered Katie a hug for a greeting than turned to Jon and offered the same. <strong>"Did you get in last night or this morning? I was out on a date with Owen last night at this amazing resort. Not sure where he is, he was pretty tired. Might still be upstairs. I'm sure he'll be down at some point."</strong> After greetings she went up and took a few steps into the pool to raise her voice in greeting to Alexander and Thalia on the other side. <strong>"Welcome to the Villa!"</strong> She waved her arm around.<br><br>Satisfied with her greetings Elsa continued on to the gym where Harlan had gone earlier. <br><br><strong>"Hey there, I'm Elsa."</strong> She offered Harlan a hug as well. <strong>"Mind if I work out too?"</strong><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>01-12-2019, 06:53:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;<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<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Pic (Description)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Elsa, Open<br><br><hr> <br><br>It took Harlan a few minutes to get his bearings, he remembered the layout and general direction. By the time Elsa showed up, he had barely gotten started his warm-up. “You most certainly are.” He greeted her with his slight southern accent, he glanced her over, she looked even more stunning up close. The hug offer wasn’t missed either and after his frigid greeting from earlier this was most welcome. “Well damn aren’t you just sweet as a Georgia peach and just as lovely to boot.” He hugged her back deeply feeling how nicely their bodies connected together and he even kissed the top of her head, which wasn’t too hard given he was at least a head taller than her.<br><br>“Sure I would love to have you join. Upper, Lower body or both?” He couldn’t help but look her over, his eyes drinking her in, in his mind she was like. <strong><em>‘DAYUM!!!’ </em></strong>He kept his mouth closed to keep from drooling. He still wasn’t going to be taken in by a big butt and a lovely smile, but he would give her a shot, considering. “I might have to step up my game to keep up with you. Workout often?” He asked rolling his wrist now as he was still stretching a bit.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>03-12-2019, 12:04:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapersqq.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/wallpaper-chris-hemsworth-face-hair-1920x1080p-photo-for-desktop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15114224#msg15114224)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> North Versailles, Pennsylvania<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outdoor dining area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey cotton t-shirt, black shorts, white running shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Katie, Logan, Dominika, James, Elsa, Open<br><br><hr><br>He looked at James naively, “Don’t see why that would worry you.&nbsp; The more, the merrier, right?” The guy hadn’t considered the overall competition and drama of the show yet.&nbsp; He returned Elsa’s hug without missing a beat, “Thanks.&nbsp; We got here this morning.”<br><br>The blond guy proceeded to introduce the others, pointing to each person that he named, accidentally including Logan as a newcomer.&nbsp; He was starting to have trouble keeping up with everybody’s name.&nbsp; It was too bad that they didn’t have name tags so Jon could keep everybody straight in his head.&nbsp; How many new people had he met on the cast?&nbsp; Seven?&nbsp; That wasn’t even including the staff that the man had chatted up before arriving at the villa.&nbsp; Realizing that this was going to be unsustainable, he pulled out the phone that was issued to him.&nbsp; Unfortunately, Elsa already left before the idea came to him.&nbsp; Oh well.&nbsp; The extrovert would just have to get to her and Harlan later.&nbsp; After fiddling with it for a little bit, he leaned over to Katie and took a selfie with her and a wide smile.<br><br>“Say cheese,” His thumb pressed the phone to take the picture.<br><br>The loud man looked over at Dom and Logan.&nbsp; Deciding not to draw more attention from Dom than necessary, he just took a picture of both.&nbsp; He took a picture of James too.&nbsp; The goofball might have looked like a tourist but he didn’t care.&nbsp; He had a decent threshold for embarrassment.&nbsp; The blond man tried to figure out how to add their pictures into their contacts.&nbsp; It was convenient that their contacts were already in their phones.&nbsp; Without familiarity with the phone, it took him a longer than it would have if he was using his personal phone.<br><br>“I wonder how many people are here now.&nbsp; Or how many will still show up today,” The large man was excited at the prospect of getting to know new people. He looked down at the phone with the contacts and decided to start counting to answer his own question, "12 people so far?&nbsp; Wow.&nbsp; That's more than I would have thought."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>03-12-2019, 15:11:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.instagram.com/p/BjnOR88HDqu/media?size=l)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Mid-morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside kitchen seating area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture with navy blue swimming trunks and khaki sandals<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>Rhonda</del> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dom; All<br><br><hr><br>Logan hadn’t noticed Harlan until he heard the man interjecting a few times into his conversation with Dom. When the two began talking about plans for home cooked meals, Logan’s brows cocked subtly. Were they planning a dinner date, right in front of him?<br><br>“It’s good that you’re used to Mexican food. There’s a plethora of that here in Spain. But also, Spanish food, which I’ve learned is different.” Logan hadn’t experimented very much with authentic Spanish food before coming to Majorca, but he was always willing to try new flavors and spices when it came to food. So, he was glad to eat whatever was provided for him.<br><br>Dom laughed at his lame spy joke, which made him elated. Harlan made a face, but Logan gave a casual shrug in his direction. It was a little awkward feeling like Harlan was watching them while they interacted, but after he moved a bit closer to Dom, he seemed to get the hint - thankfully - and walked off to explore the rest of the backyard. <br><br>With Logan’s thumb on Dom’s lip, she was quick to raise her arm up and trail her fingers through his beard. Her nails against his jawline made Logan’s belly tighten in all the best ways. As if that wasn’t enough, when her hand dropped, her fingers danced down his front, producing a trail of heat in their wake. She grabbed the hem of his shirt afterward, tugging it slightly.<br><br>Logan took that as a hint to move closer, but then Dom moved slightly away. He smirked down at her. She was playing a bit of cat and mouse. He experimented with leaning backward slightly too, only to feel her tug him back in again. He broke out into a wide grin.<br><br>Dom ascertained that the villa must be hard for someone who wasn’t good at sharing. “Well, as long as I’m not expected to share the girl I’m interested in…” Logan paused to reflect on how that very thing had been a struggle for him, while at the villa. “Then I’m alright.” He was possessive by nature and honestly, it was difficult to imagine being any other way. Even here, in the Love Island villa. <br><br>Dom went into a full psychology lesson on him and Logan zoned out as he focused on what she was saying. She was definitely smart. He nodded when she asked if she was making sense. Apparently he’d been staring at the beauty. She sipped his coffee not unlike how the villain of a movie might, and then professed that she had an eidetic memory as a kid. <br><br>“That is… fascinating,” he replied. He then got a bit of a shiver when she mentioned that Russian children were selected for special education. Was she pulling his leg? He couldn’t help but to feel like this trope was one she planned on carrying with her to the very end of this game show, if she could. “That’s true,” he concurred to her statement about some stereotypes being accurate. <br><br>Dom continued by expressing that sharing his food was better than having her own plate of it. He chuckled. “Perhaps I am only willing to share… because it’s you.” He said the line because it was smooth. He had already mentioned that he didn’t mind sharing things like food and drink, and pointed out that the thing he didn’t enjoy sharing were romantic partners. But maybe Dom would accept that the line she set him up to say was smooth - too smooth to pass up - and forgive him for it. <br><br>Around that time was when James and Elsa came outside, both greeting the new people, and only Elsa greeting the familiar faces. “Morning, Elsa. James.” He nodded to the man, then smiled at Elsa. She seemed to be glowing after her date with Owen. He hoped that meant things went well on their date and that things would be going well for her from here on out. <br><br>He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about trying to make a move on Elsa after Rhonda left. After all, she was the first islander that he stepped forward for. But, hopefully she was happy and that would be that. Logan absently grabbed for his coffee mug, only to find Dom’s hand there. He chuckled. “Could I get a sip now?” He chided, sneaking the cup from her grasp and taking a long, satisfying sip. <br><br>He grabbed a pancake and tore into it just like Dom had done. “This is good and all, but how do you use syrup when you eat them like this?” He asked her, reaching out for a jar of syrup and pouring some onto his plate. He dipped the corner of his pancake into the syrup, then took a careful bite, not letting the stickiness get into his beard, if he could help it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>03-12-2019, 15:12:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://d1w8cc2yygc27j.cloudfront.net/-2583461070047100229/5898889936010511894.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Ward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15172731#msg15172731)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Seattle, Washington <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front door of the villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (http://melissabenoistupdates.org/gallery/albums/userpics/10001/normal_066~69.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dom | Jon | Harlan | Logan<br><br><hr><br>Katie maintained her warm smile even as Jon looked at her with owlish eyes. He grinned and suddenly Katie’s smile was stretching. Apparently Jon had a contagious effect on her when it came to smiling. He began to sign, very shakily and with long pauses as he tried to remember each sign. She nodded in awe of his efforts, her lips parting as she watched him. When he signed ‘stupid’ instead of ‘funny’ she giggled, shaking her head at him. <br><br>“Wow, I’m impressed.” She honestly exclaimed. “You know more ASL than most people.” She leaned over a little closer, gently taking his signing hand into hers and guiding it back to his face. She had him make a fist and press it against his forehead. “This is the sign for ‘stupid,’ not funny.” Katie released his hand and turned to face him a bit better. “This is the sign for ‘funny,’” with her palm facing her, she stroked a few fingers down the bridge of her nose. <br><br>Her expression became animated - another must for ASL - and she mouthed the word ‘funny’ while grinning ear to ear, almost expressing the emotion of laughter, only without any noise. Setting her hand back down again, Katie addressed him through ASL, with her own signing. Her hands were fluid as they moved, gracefully and confidently. She spoke softly while she signed. “I’m pleased to meet you and looking forward to finding out why you’re called a funny man.” <br><br>When she finished the signs, she went back to her eggs, almost taking the cue from Jon, who was eating his by then. She couldn’t help noticing that he used ketchup on his eggs, too. “Mm, have you always eaten scrambled eggs with ketchup? I thought it was only a Midwestern thing.” She perked her brow at him, keeping a subtle smile on her face. “Where are you from?” She asked, wondering aloud if her theory would be proven right. <br><br>Jon mentioned that he had a friend with a kid - something she couldn’t relate to just yet - who was deaf. He picked up some signing through their interactions. “Aw, that’s so sweet.” Katie shrugged a shoulder when he brought up being an interpreter. “Well, I do freelance interpretation. When I get the time, I interpret for deaf people who conduct business, or need to communicate online.” She chuckled softly. “I’m on a webcam, but I wouldn’t say I’m a webcam girl.” <br><br>Katie made a humming sound when Jon mentioned more friends having kids, and how he would color with them on occasion, but had no familiarity with adult coloring. “Wow, you have more than one friend with a kid? None of my friends are settling down yet,” she smirked. “I mean, my friends are mostly 21, just like me.” She paused, looking him over curiously. “How old are you, Jon?” <br><br>Jon finished up his eggs soon after and Katie was reminded to eat a little faster. So, she took a few more bites of her own eggs. Jon spoke about missing college. “Well, I’m still in college. You can come and visit me if you want.” She offered, sounding a little flirtatious for the first time in their interaction. She finished off her eggs with another bite, and then drank from her personalized water bottle, which had her name on it, in hot pink cursive. <br><br>He talked about some of his hobbies and Katie gladly nodded along, finding a napkin to blot at the sides of her mouth with. “I like being outside too. I mean, I like tanning outside a little more than I like jogging outside, but still.” She laughed softly. “I plan to go for the BSN.” She sighed a little bit. “I know it’s a lot of work, but I think it’s worthwhile. I hope to teach a course on nursing after I’m finished with my nursing career. That’s my hope, anyway.” <br><br>Katie noticed someone emerging from the villa just then. She looked around to notice the others and saw that even the new arrivals were already starting to pair off. This caused her to bite her lower lip. She wondered if Jon was feeling any sort of a spark with her, or if he was only sitting beside her because of circumstances beyond his control. The first person to come outside introduced himself as James, mentioning that all the faces might be worrisome. <br><br>Jon quickly asked why it would worry him to see new faces. “Maybe it’s just because this show is pretty unpredictable sometimes.” She guessed, giving a small wave when Jon introduced her. It was a good sign that he remembered her name, but then again, he was remembering everyone else’s names too. Another islander emerged shortly after James, a gorgeous fitness model looking woman, who called herself Elsa. <br><br>Katie accepted the hug with a squeak of an “Oh!” Clearly, she hadn’t expected it. But, she returned the favor just the same, and smiled as Elsa talked about her date from the other night. “Sounds like fun,” she mused aloud, already wondering if Owen was tired because of something that may have taken place during their little date. She wore a knowing smile, as if she were keeping a secret. But Elsa left almost as fast as she arrived.<br><br>At least there was someone to keep Harlan company now. Katie felt a bit bad about how their interaction went. Or, more appropriately, didn’t go. Jon leaned over with his phone and snapped a quick selfie with her, his closeness already making her smile before he told her to say cheese. “Cheese!” She exclaimed, leaning close to him, their cheeks grazing during the picture. He went on to take some other photos and then started fiddling with his phone.<br><br>He wondered aloud about how many people might show up today. “I have no idea,” she confessed. “What is it that you’re looking to find here, Jon? Like, if your perfect girl walked through the door next, who is she? What does she look like?” Katie gave him a moment to think about his answer, pulling her own phone out. “Wait, first, let’s take a selfie.” She chuckled again, leaning into him and lining their faces up in the screen, pointing it to them so they could see it all the while. “Smile!” She practically sang the word, then just as she pressed the button, kissed his cheek.<br><br>Katie only pulled away after making sure that her lips were pursed against his cheek enough to leave an imprint. When she leaned away, she reviewed the picture on her phone. “Aww, you’re so cute.” She showed it to him, biting her lip as she studied his reaction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>04-12-2019, 00:30:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WbGeR0F.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Dominika Nikolaev</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15061990#msg15061990)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Moscow, Russia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> outdoor Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> see image plus worn out white tennis shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan <br><br><hr><br>A petite muscular blond strolled by and greeted the current Villa guests, introducing herself to Dominika. She greeted her back politely ackowledging this Elsa woman but was eager to return back to Logan, His lingering look at the blond did not go unnoticed. Dom took note that she may have to keep her on the Swede.&nbsp; Perhaps an accident in the pool might be in order for this woman. She was amused by the dark thoughts but alas they were only a bit of dark humor that came and went as soon as it flashed across her mind. She grinned at Logan when his attention came back on her, or maybe it was just because she tugged on his shirt hem again. Catch and release... Let him out a little and reel him back in again. Her finger traced along under his shirt a couple of times, touching bare skin on occasion.<br><br>Dom grunted with playful displeasure when Logan swiped his cup back, her eyes rolling. But his words gave her a wide smile, this was a side of him she liked seeing. He wanted his coffee back and he took it. In her mind, this is how it should be. Watching carefully as he followed her lead and tore off a piece of the pancake to mop up some syrup with it.<br><br><strong>"Now you are understand, I feel,"</strong> Dom said. <strong>"Westerners use too many utensils. Have clean hands before, do not be afraid to get fingers dirty during. Touch it, feel it, smell it, see it, taste it. Food should be experienced. But you know this, you are foodie, you travel world to experience foods, yes? This I know, too."</strong> She ripped off another piece of his pancake wagging it at him a couple times before she dipped it lightly in a bit of syrup before happily devouring. She sucked each of her fingers clean of the cake and syrup debris. This provoked a round of eyebrow waggling and giggles. This time it was her that moved in very close to Logan, allowing her leg to brush against his and remaininging in close to share personal space with him.<br><br>Dom's head nodded a few times as she made up her mind about something, <strong>"I am thinking more. Would you show me to your sleep space. We have been told that we must find our own space to sleep for night. You have space, yes? I would like move my stuff to share your space. Is this something that you are allowing? It will give us night to get to know each other."</strong> She gave his shirt a couple of friendly tugs. <strong>"Take me there."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>04-12-2019, 01:22:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xJY50wf.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Gym<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured with matching string bikini bottoms<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Harlan<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://tellymix.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/love-island-2016-s2-villa-10.jpg)</div> <br>Some of Harlan's words were confusing, he had a very American accent, it prompted several smiles from Elsa as she moved a few weights around and dragged one of the large exercise balls closer. In her head, she was already prepping a workout routine for herself. Her head nodded as he asked if she worked out often. Flipping some of her pale blond Scandinavian locks of hair over her shoulders while moving things around she listened to him and was clearly joining him at the equipment.<br><br><strong>"Yes, I do exercise frequently. I bet you do as well. You've got a great body,"</strong> Elsa happily complimented him. In her head, the words were a little different. She was trying to compliment him by saying that he looked ripped but translating from Swedish to English wasn't always a smooth transition. It was okay though because she was honestly appreciating his body anyways. <strong>"What is a Georgia Peach?</strong>" She was confused for a moment as she thought over his earlier words. It was a phrase she wasn't familiar with.<strong> "This is a good thing I trust?"</strong> It pained her to have to ask that as she preferred to think the best of everyone but given how some of the previous villa occupants had behaved towards her, she had a slight bit of paranoid suspicion. The negativity of having to ask the question made her feel a little guilty.<strong> "I am sorry, forget that I asked that. Thank you. I am sure that you meant nice things by it. I haven't been feeling myself lately. I would love to work out with you. It's good to move my body some."</strong> She grinned again trying to blow off her slightly awkward behavior.<strong> "I usually start pretty cold. Would it be okay to get you to brace my waist while I do a set of chin-ups?"</strong><br><br>Elsa moved to the exercise bars, being short she had to put a foot on one of the rungs and take a little leap to grab the bar up top. She moved gracefully like a well rehearsed parkour enthusiast with her athletism on full display. Whether he helped brace her or not she would start rocking out the pull-ups by with a dozen well controlled and slow full muscle ups. Barely breaking a sweat as she made it look easy. Between lifts and lowers she spoke and exhibited no signs of breathlessness. Maybe she was showing off a little for him. <br><br><strong>"International Crossfit competitions..."</strong> Elsa said. <strong>"Been competing for several years now and a few Miss Fitness competitions."</strong> She beamed. <strong>"I won the under eighteen Sweden's Miss Fitness."</strong> Her body raised and lowered slowly. <strong>"Never broke top ten though."</strong> She dropped down to the ground, hopefully, controlled by Harlan's hands on her waist so she didn't hit the ground too hard. On landing, she took some deep breaths. Putting her hand to the top of her head and drawing a line from her height to Harlan's chest she laughed. <strong>"I'm too short. All the champions are much taller than I am. Their legs are longer and more often than not they are able to run faster, take fewer steps to get across the finish line. Plus the block jump is practially chest height for me but I'm working on it. (https://youtu.be/F-pDsez-S-g?t=169)"</strong> Shrugging she went back to the pull up bar and jumped up again. <strong>"Stand back..."</strong> Her legs went perpendicular and she made slow circles with them, toes pointed out, exercising her core muscles. <strong>"So where you from, what's your story?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>04-12-2019, 06:06:34</strong>
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				<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<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Pic (Description)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Elsa, Open<br><br><hr> <br>&nbsp;“I do a Lil bit.” He said trying not to be too proud or boastful. He trained others but he made sure he walked the walk. <br><br>“You are heaven, I have to admit. You would most definitely be a woman I would want to be with. Ouch…sorry…I am not supposed to say that, am I? You are with somebody, aren’t you? My Bad, you would definitely make the cut…be on my top podium.” He said changing his wording since she didn’t know Georgia peach reference, from before. He moved to pull out his phone and show her Georgia peach: an actual peach, a sweet woman, female behind, pageant model. “Is that good?” He asked after dealing with Katie he was pretty gunshy about his speech and it didn’t help that Katie was from the US and didn't get him, so hearing this woman’s accent he wasn’t sure he wanted to offend her as well. <br><br>He was aware that he was a different person and he was sure being dark-skinned on this show was probably different than most would be exposed too. His mannerisms and vernacular might not be accepted in this world, but if he found someone on this show they would know him as he was. He could play the game he had played it for a long time. He could transition between the board room and the bathroom. He was both educated and hood, maybe he wouldn’t be accepted if both of those sides were visible. He was not in the mood to play like that if this was ‘love island’ than he was going to find that love by being himself.<br><br>“Wait? Elsa…do you want to know? I will tell you. Don’t be afraid to ask questions or act like you don’t know.” He stood close to her and thought about how Katie was rebuffed cause she didn’t understand him…but she didn’t try…she already had her eyes on another so maybe he never had a chance. His hand touched her arm, it was gentle but firm. “Don’t be sorry, I am open to whatever you wish to ask. Yes…I meant that you are extremely lovely…” His fingers on the back of his hand stroked her cheek. “…then feel free to be yourself with me…whatever that is?” He just didn’t do fake, which was probably hypocritical since he lived his life like that…mostly. In the locker room, he was king when he went to the board room, he didn’t change…his word was still law…speaking with GM…he changed a bit…hell that man signed the checks! <br><br>“You know that is not a good idea right? It is good to warm up first it will make your workout go father…and prevents injuries.” He looked at her and blushed. “Sure an excuse to put my hands on perfection, do you really think I could say No?” He looked down at her.<br><br>He moved closer to her and lifted her easier than maybe she thought, he was particularly stronger that most people gave him credit for. He was doing his best not to focus on her lovely body. But he was failing as his hands were almost on her waist instantly, but let her move freely till she reached her number then helped her back down. <strong><em>‘DAAAAYUM!!’ </em></strong><br><br>“Ummm yeah you look…ah yeah!” He found himself blushing seriously.<br><br>&nbsp;“Ahh ok, that makes sense. I can see it. Miss Fitness? Yeah well, I don’t know how you lost! Cause…Damn! You make it look easy.” He smirked as she was against his chest and he enjoyed his hands on her already. He wasn’t sure what he would have to do to keep this one…but he might put forth efforts for sure. “Maybe soon you will or maybe you can come to the US with me and we get you passed that mark.” He said with a wink.<br><br>&nbsp;“I don’t think you are too short…just compact. I believe you have everything…well proportioned. You can get it, we could practice together with a good spring in your step?” He put his hand on her waist again willing to help her up. “Hmm, do you flutter your legs, like you are swimming?” He asked.<br><br>“Me…I am the head personal trainer for a football….American football team, I am skilled in a couple of different martial arts, have taken the time to be adept in different sports. I prefer to play versus watch and I am pretty good with archery and I can cook! Is that enough for you to wanna take me home?” He winked.<br><br>This time when she came down in his hands again, he hopped back up and did his own set of pull-ups (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0QuHBDM2cpU) that were slow and focused similar to his own focused. But he began moving effortlessly up there, seemingly they were both trying to impress one another. He didn’t know why she was trying to impress him, the fact that she was in here before breakfast…she had his attention.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>06-12-2019, 06:16:46</strong>
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				<strong></strong><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/cd6d226576eae0fa42b81423cbf17954/tumblr_pzjgtfdOK71yuhrm2o1_540.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20 yrs old<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Atlanta, GA, USA<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July 2019, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bed ——&gt; kitchen area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> James Harding<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> James, Katie, Jon, Open<br><br><hr><br>Gwen grinned as he took note of what she had mentioned wanting for breakfast. <em>"mmhmm, and do you want the other half of the kitchen as well?"</em> <br><br>She paused after getting up to go wash up for the day and gave him a laugh and a smile. <strong>”Maybe for lunch!”</strong> She was obviously joking, though Gwen was never one to shy away from food. She wasn’t what they might call a foodie, per say, but she did like to be a little adventurous with trying new things.<br><br>Having washed up quickly and making sure her braids were still in place, she headed down the stairs to meet up with the new people who had been announced a little earlier. Honestly, she would have preferred spending more time snagging James but the both of them were a little more courteous it would seem. Bounding down the stairs the blonde southern girl bounced with ease along each step. Barefoot and dressed for the heat and comfort in her white shorts and sports bra she looked around the front entry way first and then made her way for the kitchen. By now, James should have at least her tea ready and the rest cooking up. He was a good egg. She had lucked out for sure especially as she didn’t know he could cook! A handsome chef who could write and cook. It left her to wonder just what other talents he held. Her cheeks flushed pink with a specific idea that crossed her mind but she quickly pushed it away and knew it was something that would poke at her often now that she had begun to see him that way. <br><br>Gwen knew she needed to drop by the diary room at some point and made a mental note to do so after talking with a few of the new people. <br><br>She glanced in the direction of each grouping and smiled at any who looked her way. It seemed they were all involved in conversations already and it would be rude to interrupt but she would introduce herself when the opportunity presented itself. For now, Gwen settled in on a stool in front of the bar by the kitchen watching those in that area, including James, whom she spoke to first.<br><br><strong>”Is the tea ready, darlin’? I definitely need a little boost to wake me up fully. Though I was plenty awake when that music started blaring again. I’m starting to think its our personal alarm clock these days. I almost told my mom to give me five more minutes!”</strong> she chuckled at her own joking words. The blonde was never one to shy away from laughing at her own jokes or her own bad luck for that matter. If you don’t laugh about it then you cry and no one wants to see her ugly crying — its pitiful.<br><br>Looking over at a new guy with a new girl, two new faces, signing to each other, she had no idea what they were saying but it was good that which ever of them was deaf had another that could communicate with them. She was respectful not to stare but she was curious and hoped that at least one of them could interpret what the other was saying, else it was going to be very hard to talk to that person. The most sign language that Gwen knew was her ABC’s and how to say thank you and I love you. Very simple things that she had picked up in Girl Scouts. She learned to say hello and thank you in quite a few languages but that was the majority of it. She took some Spanish in high school and college but didn’t practice it enough to be counted as fluent. She could understand bits and read a little more than she could speak but it was very hard to try and have a full on conversation in Spanish. She had to wonder just how much harder ASL would be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>07-12-2019, 15:52:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapersqq.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/wallpaper-chris-hemsworth-face-hair-1920x1080p-photo-for-desktop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15114224#msg15114224)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> North Versailles, Pennsylvania<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outdoor dining area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey cotton t-shirt, black shorts, white running shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Katie, Logan, Dominika, James, Gwen, Open<br><br><hr><br>He took Katie’s corrections gracefully.&nbsp; It was only afterwards that the blond man realized that he had been pranked.&nbsp; No wonder his friend’s family smiled like there was some kind of inside involving his nickname.&nbsp; There totally was!&nbsp; Oh, he was going to pay them back and revenge was going to be sweet.&nbsp; Jon wasn’t sure what he was going to do yet but he was going to get them back good.&nbsp; At least, Katie had gotten some amusement out of the whole thing.<br><br>He mimicked the American Sign Language user and ran his index and middle finger down his nose and saying, “Funny,” The big man closed his eyes and repeated it three more times, intent on memorizing it before adding before opening his eyes again, “Okay.&nbsp; I think I got it.”<br><br>The extrovert laughed without reservation when Katie said she wasn’t a webcam girl.&nbsp; "That's cool."&nbsp; Without realizing it, he was already lowering his guard despite Dom still being nearby.&nbsp; It was a good thing that the goofball wasn’t paying attention.&nbsp; He would probably burst into metaphorical flames if he heard someone getting propositioned within earshot.<br><br>The image she caught on her phone was one of him transitioning from a wide smile to an expression of surprise when she kissed him.&nbsp; The large man flushed afterwards.&nbsp; His hand reached up to the side of his face where Katie kissed him.&nbsp; A goofy smile formed on his face as he scratched the side of his scruffy chin.&nbsp; Sometimes, he forgot they were on a dating show.&nbsp; The goofball wasn’t used to being hit on.&nbsp; First Dom and now Katie.&nbsp; Then again, they might just be the flirtatious type.&nbsp; At least she didn’t come on as strongly as the other girl.&nbsp; He wasn’t sure how he could handle it if every woman on Love Island was like that.&nbsp; Then again, Jon had been told that he wasn't good at reading a girl's signals.&nbsp; The outgoing man took a couple gulps from his water bottle before setting it down next to his feet.<br><br>“Yeah, I might be up for a visit.&nbsp; Where do you go to school?” His friends scattered to different places after graduating high school and college.&nbsp; The extravert still managed to keep in touch with many of them.&nbsp; Depending on where she was, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility to potentially see her.&nbsp; It slowly dawned on him that maintaining contact with after the show was going to be a challenge for any of them especially those from different countries.<br><br>“I don’t know if eggs with ketchup is necessarily a Midwestern thing.&nbsp; I’m not sure when I started eating eggs with ketchup but I’m not the only one.&nbsp; Some of my sisters and one of my friends do too,” Thinking on it, he did also recall a couple of people that were weirded out when he did the same thing in front of them, “I was born and raised in Pennsylvania.&nbsp; I’m 26 so I guess I’m kinda old,” The big man playfully bumped his shoulder against hers, “Only a couple of my friends from my graduating class have kids though.” It hadn’t occurred to him how odd it was that he made friends with different ages or backgrounds.<br><br>The blond man admitted, “I’m not sure why I’m here.&nbsp; I first signed up on a whim after my friends told me how much a train wreck it would be if I got onto a reality show,” When he got accepted, he decided to do it for his sister, “I’m not really sure what the perfect girl for me would be.&nbsp; I mean, I see some people who have been together for years or decades.&nbsp; My parents are happy together.&nbsp; I want what they have.&nbsp; Who knows, maybe one day, I’ll find someone like that.” His smile dimmed when he remembered his ex telling him that he would die pathetic and alone.&nbsp; Forcing the memory away, he added, “I like trying new things and meeting new people.&nbsp; My mom says that strangers are just friends that you haven’t met yet.&nbsp; And I tend to agree with that idea.”<br><br>In a rare moment of insight, Jon Arc realized that might not be the most romantic thing to say to a pretty girl.&nbsp; Unfortunately, it wasn't like the guy was very smooth when it came to this kind of thing.&nbsp; So, he decided to change the subject and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">sign again.</div><div class="spoiler_body">I…like…talking.&nbsp; I…like…spending time…with you.&nbsp; I like…</div></div>&nbsp; He maintained eye contact since he remembered that was supposed to be important for ASL.&nbsp; This time, the blue-eyed guy didn’t say it out loud though he was still mouthing it as he tried to remember how to sign the words he wanted to use.&nbsp; He was even slower than before since he mostly did sign language with a small kid.&nbsp; Not much of it was applicable to holding a conversation with a grown up.&nbsp; Another part of the issue was that the kid also used home signs, personal signs that were used only with him or his parents.&nbsp; Jon couldn’t remember how to sign ‘write.’&nbsp; Finally, he gave up on elaborating his other interests and just finished <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">signing</div><div class="spoiler_body">You.&nbsp; I like you.</div></div> It might have been cheesy but that never stopped him.<br><br>He realized that he had been speaking almost exclusively with Katie for the past minute or two.&nbsp; The nursing student had been really easy to talk to. But he wasn't being a good host to the others.&nbsp; It can be forgiven that Jon unnecessarily took on that role despite not being in charge.&nbsp; He took a look at his phone to be reminded of the other guy's name before taking a picture of the blond girl that just arrived.&nbsp; Jon was curious whether she was new too or whether she had been here like James.<br><br>"Hi.&nbsp; Don't mind me.&nbsp; Just taking everybody's picture.&nbsp; This is Katie.&nbsp; I'm Jon.&nbsp; Those two," He trailed off when he noticed that Dom and Logan seemed to be getting caught up in their own conversation, "I'll introduce them to you when they have a moment.&nbsp; So what about you two?&nbsp; Where are you from?&nbsp; What do you do?&nbsp; How long have you been on Love Island?" Even though it was the name of the show, it felt weird to call the place Love Island out loud, "Any idea on what this place is actually called?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>08-12-2019, 22:19:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xJY50wf.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Gym -&gt; Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured with matching string bikini bottoms<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Harlan<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://i2-prod.mirror.co.uk/incoming/article8085070.ece/ALTERNATES/s615b/Love-Island.jpg)</div> <strong>"So many questions," </strong>Elsa said. <strong>"Yes, I am with someone. I was coupled up yesterday with Owen. He's a nice guy, I like him. But I'm here to meet people. So that is what I'm doing with you."</strong> Elsa gave him a smile and did a few single leg lifts while she watched the big man doing his own pull ups. Harlan was clearly not shy about anything with words or personal space. Earlier his fingers had stroked her cheek and he readily assisted her by spotting on the bars. She liked that, he reminded her of a lot of the guys at her gym. Plus she had to admit a small weakness for his dark skin, he was gorgeous. <br><br>Giving him a laugh about his warm up comment she winked. <strong>"This is a warm up. I compete international Crossfit. Everything at this gym is a warmup for me. Plus I stretch all the time to keep my muscles limber. but enough about that. What's it like coaching an American Football team? You and Owen should talk by the way. He's a professional athlete as well and I'm sure he's kicking around here somewhere. Him and I just got back from a night out together."</strong> Blushing a little she distracted herself by mounting an exercise ball and rolling it up her back so she could do some sit ups on it. Between reps she continued talking. <strong>"You know, I'll have to see how you cook before I can say whether I'd take you home or not."</strong> The laughing hurt while doing the sit ups so she sat up on the ball and took a drink of water. <br><br><strong>"Ugh, it's so hot in this sun. Being from Stockholm and living in London at the moment. I'm not used to this heat at all. Think I'll go jump in the pool."</strong> With that Elsa got up and walked over to the pool. She stopped and turned to look at Harlan giving her head a little nod at the water to invite him along if he wanted to. She stepped across the artificial beach pool edge before she dove in under the water and swam off to the edge of the infinity pool.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>09-12-2019, 06:17:44</strong>
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				<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<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Pic (Description)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Elsa<br><br><hr> <br><br>“Yeah I need to know what is going on…that and I need to know the competition? Damn yesterday, shucks…story of my life…day late and a dollar short. Cause I would have willingly taken his place.” He said giving her a wink, but he enjoyed her smile, he found it easy to realize why she was paired up for sure. The fact that they found it easy to work out together was nice. It was something to have someone to keep up with him. He thought she was more than lovely on the eyes and he loved her effervescent nature…she had a great head on her shoulders and the rest of that, that held it up too.<br><br>“Well now, not modest at all are we?” He smirked. “Like that! Stretch all the time?” He arched an eyebrow and chuckled a bit. “I am not the coach so much as the Physical Trainer, I make sure everyone stays in shape and no one goes out on the field that isn’t physically ready for the game. Owen your current lover/or bed mate rather? So you believe he will be ok with us interacting together?” He arched an eyebrow at his question again. “A night together…Ok?!?” He nodded to that.<br><br>“So you are challenging my cooking? So if I cook good enough you would consider taking me home over Owen? I guess I better make a pretty good dish then?” he winked. He watched as she did ball situps while he did kettlebell pushups and balances. Before he turned over to do bicycle crunches. He did pause and get something to drink, to stay hydrated, it was good to practice what he preached to his team.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“So it is normally an icy temp then in Stockholm?” He moved with her and watched as she gave a subtle pool invitation and smirked since she seemed to be flirting as badly as he was…if that was it…he didn’t mind it at all. He pulled off his clothes, which remained down to his shorts as he stepped into the pool behind her. His motions were smoothed and practice as he liked water and moved to follow her for now at least. Once they reached the other side together. He looked at her still admiring the view.<br><br>&nbsp;“Wanna race? I mean since you are a cross fit champion and all, should be fair.” He smirked.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-12-2019, 06:24:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.instagram.com/p/BjnOR88HDqu/media?size=l)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Mid-morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside kitchen seating area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture with navy blue swimming trunks and khaki sandals<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>Rhonda</del> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dom; All<br><br><hr><br>Logan smirked when Dom started talking about how it was a better practice to get one’s own hands dirty. That smirk turned into a chuckle when she went on, reminding him of a certain song. “For a minute, I thought you were about to start singing that Daft Punk song. You know the one? Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it, turn it, leave it, start, format it.” He realized that his dork was showing a bit too late, but by then there was nothing he could do but own it. <br><br>He had almost forgotten that the topic before this was food. Dom reminded him when she mentioned that he was basically a foodie. A nod proved that he agreed with her assessment. There might have been more to say on the matter, but when she began to suck on her fingers, it was hard for Logan to think of much else to add to the conversation. Finishing the pancake that he had started to tear into, Logan munched quietly while Dom brushed her leg against him. <br><br>It was beginning to feel like he should take his breakfast plate to go, and bring it back to his bed. That was wishful thinking, though. Or so Logan thought, until Dom expressed a desire for more. He cocked his brow, clearly unsure what she meant, until the beauty specified that she wanted to see his sleeping space. She decided that she wanted to share his bed with him for the night. “Well, I hope it’s not only for the night. But I’m flattered.” <br><br>He grinned easily down at her. “I’ve got more than enough space for you.” She suggested that it would allow them the night to get to know each other better, and perhaps more intimately. “I think I can arrange that,” he nodded, taking the final swigs of his coffee and wiping the back of his hand on his lips when he was finished. He set the mug down and offered Dom his hand. “If you’d like to follow me…” <br><br>Assuming she gave him her hand, Logan led her away from the kitchen and inside the villa, again. Remembering the fact that Jon had carried Dom’s stuff upstairs already, he didn’t think he had to bother asking about her luggage. Instead, Logan led her up the stairs and into the bedroom. “Well, as you can see, it’s not the most private place in the villa. Then again, I’m not sure any place in the villa is proper private.” He shrugged, guiding her to his bed.<br><br>“Here’s mine.” He sat himself down on the edge of the bed, still holding Dom’s hand as he gently pulled her a bit closer still. “For now, with everyone else pretty much outside and preoccupied, it looks like we’ve got some time here alone.” He was just notifying her of this. There was no agenda in his words. “So, what do you think? See? There’s plenty of room.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-12-2019, 07:56:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://d1w8cc2yygc27j.cloudfront.net/-2583461070047100229/5898889936010511894.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Ward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15172731#msg15172731)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Seattle, Washington <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front door of the villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (http://melissabenoistupdates.org/gallery/albums/userpics/10001/normal_066~69.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jon | Gwen | James<br><br><hr><br>Between teaching Jon the correct sign for ‘funny’ and laughing with him about not being a cam girl, Katie was having a difficult time wiping the smile off of her face while in his company. It only felt natural by then to take a moment to kiss his cheek while using the excuse of taking a selfie with her phone. Because, to be honest, that’s all it was.<br><br>She was flushed when she checked the image on her phone, saving it and then setting the phone down again. She looked at Jon in time to see that he had a rosy blush accompanying his cheeks, too. Maybe they were sharing similar feelings, after all.<br><br>The move of kissing his cheek was one that Katie normally wouldn’t have felt bold enough to do. But, coming onto the show, she knew that she had to step up her game. Otherwise, she would be destined to pack her bags shortly after unpacking them. “Oh, I go to school in San Mateo. In California.” Katie was brought back to the here and now with Jon’s question about school.<br><br>“Well, I’m glad to see I’m not the only person in the villa who puts ketchup on eggs,” she grinned, taking another bite of her ketchup dipped eggs. His answer led her to ask the following question: “I take that to mean you aren’t from the Midwest?” Jon mentioned being from Pennsylvania, which was most definitely not the Midwest. “Oh, okay.” She nodded. “I’ve never been.” <br><br>The topic of age was brought up and Katie shook her head emphatically at him saying he was old. “Only five years older than me. And 26 is not old.” His shoulder bumped playfully against hers before he revealed that it was only a couple of his friends who had children. “Well, I suppose 26 is a good age to start thinking about kids,” she shrugged. “For some people.”<br><br>She smiled as he started to speak about finding someone to spend many years with, if not the rest of his life with. “That does sound nice,” she agreed, dreamily. Jon went on to sign a little more, sharing that he liked spending time with her, then more specifically, he signed that he liked her. Katie felt her cheeks heating up all over again, her hands raising to sign back to him: ‘I like you too.’ <br><br>But by then, another blonde had joined the crowd and even though she hadn’t said hello to either Jon or herself, Jon went out of his way to snap her picture and say a greeting to her. Katie tried not to take it personally and reminded herself that since they were new here, they really were supposed to meet and greet everybody on the first day. Katie smiled to Gwen when Jon introduced her. “Hey,” she added, then waited for her replies to Jon’s questions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>10-12-2019, 00:49:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WbGeR0F.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Dominika Nikolaev</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15061990#msg15061990)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Moscow, Russia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> see image plus worn out white tennis shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan <br><br><hr>Daft Punk, Dom was familiar with the group and often enjoyed their music. Logan's mentioning of the group brought about another smile from her. She nodded acknowledging his reference. Quietly she interjected, <strong>"Get Lucky (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5keCuQffN3g) is my favorite."</strong> Her brow raised knowing that she was poking him for a rise. Teasing was a personal entertaining pastime for her.<br><br>As the conversation moved along the subject of where she wanted to sleep it sounded like Logan was flirting back. This was going to be as entertaining as she had hoped. Dom sucked on her lips as she watched him drink the rest of his coffee, watching closely as his beautiful lips pressed to the cup and drank the remaining brew. He said, <em>“If you’d like to follow me…</em>” Taking his offered hand she followed him into the building. She enjoyed his assertion of leadership to the bedroom and the thrilling intoxication of physical contact with him. <br><br>Logan took her up stairs and showed her the bed situation, a couple rows of basic beds with minimal storage all contained in the single room with bright lighting and the broad windows that overlooked the pool and entire backyard outside. He sat himself on his bed and noted that they were alone, pulling her in slightly. Oh the bait was to real and she laughed, enjoying the attention from the handsome man. Dom was not shy, nor was she coy. Taking a step closer to him she casually took a seat in his lap, laughing as she did it.<br><br><strong>"I fell for it,"</strong> Dom said. <strong>"You have reeled me in as the American fisher would say, yes? Or perhaps you are Fisher King and I am brought here to tend your wounded heart. I feel perhaps this maybe more accurate."</strong> She placed one hand on his chest and tapped gently. <strong>"But if you are not of wanting to share than how is it you will know if I am worthy one? There must be test. If she the knight... That is me I am speaking of course. Is to be tested I must be tempted by the other men in villa. Or kings if you wish to continue the metaphor with me?"</strong> She took a moment's pause to put her sunglasses on his head and slip her arm around shoulders. With her other hand she his up into her lap, holding it there gently. <strong>"You will be forever worried about me by the temptation of others if I am not getting to know them all. Do you see this, yes? But If I get to know them all and you are one that I am still to be sharing bed with than you know that I am worthy knight here to heal your wounded heart."</strong> Her head nodded a few times. <strong>"This is true and you are knowing this my Fisher King."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>12-12-2019, 23:50:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xJY50wf.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Gym -&gt; Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured with matching string bikini bottoms<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Harlan<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://i2-prod.mirror.co.uk/incoming/article8085070.ece/ALTERNATES/s615b/Love-Island.jpg)</div> Most of the time she was smiling and laughing with Harlan. He was a pretty laid back type of guy it seemed. She enjoyed that he was playing along with her jokes and flirtations and yes she did find herself very much flirting with him. Her heart skipped a few beats while she had been working out with him. Really she couldn't determine for sure if she liked him as relationship material but he did have an impact on her in other ways. Had to remind herself to focus on the task at hand. Getting a workout.<br><br><em>Owen your current lover/or bed mate rather? So you believe he will be ok with us interacting together?” He arched an eyebrow at his question.</em><br><br><strong>"Not really much choice in this place,"</strong> Elsa said. <strong>"They set you up on dates, give you places to spend the night with people and cram us into the villa on top of each other. I'd go crazy if I wasn't interacting with other people. We are here for another month if we are lucky and last the distance."</strong><br><br>Before entering the pool she confirmed for him that yes, the summers were very short in Stockholm. However, the heat that was getting to her was mostly because this place was so hot in general. Exercising in it wasn't helping any... The touch of the pool's water on her toes felt amazingly refreshing and cool by comparison.<br><br><em>“Wanna race? I mean since you are a cross fit champion and all, should be fair.” He smirked.</em><br><br>Elsa responded, <strong>"That's not fair at all. You're a foot taller than I am." </strong>She splashed some water in his face and kicked off the edge of the pool making a break for it. <strong>"Catch up,"</strong> she shouted over her shoulder as she slapped at the water. The truth was, she was a terrible swimmer. The Cross Fit games never had a swimming component and growing up in the land of skiing and hockey she was not well accustomed to it. Still she gave it her best, feet kicking, hands slapping water, and using every ounce of muscle in her body to propel herself forward. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>13-12-2019, 21:56:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;<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 --&gt; Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Pic (Description)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Elsa<br><br><hr> <br>&nbsp; Elsa was not at all what he had expected, she was truly herself and relaxed in her own skin and she made him feel a bit more relaxed at being here after his flub with Katie. At least he knew how the game was played. He was a bit more relaxed with her, not quite himself, but an acceptable facsimile of himself that he didn’t have to mince words or be all PC. Flirting with her was easy, she made it so. She could have been a keeper, he was expecting a gold digger but she wasn’t even close. No one knew what or who he really was so she was just being herself and was maybe into him for him.<strong><em> ‘Ok, maybe she is a keeper.’</em></strong> The thought came to him as the moved from the workout area to the pool.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Harlan chuckled. “Yeah, I get it. So you are wanting to win this…for what reason? Love or Money?” He had to ask, he wasn’t one to get his feelings all into anything but he liked to know what he was working with or towards. He was still task oriented after all.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He was in his shorts and took off everything that could get ruined by the water. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Certainly you are not afraid of my height?” He teased, he realized she was a typical woman, lull him in by those big gorgeous…eyes, that winning smile, and those…lovely taut legs. She took off and he let her get a lead which wasn’t much, he loved swimming she could have been halfway and he would have caught up.<br>&nbsp;<br><em><strong> “Catch up,”</strong></em> She said, he quirked an eyebrow. He moved easily behind her as he found himself both swimming and admiring the view. She couldn’t get away with her technique. He gripped her splashing ankle and moved to pull her to him unless she moved away. He would hold her to him, his hand caressing her cheek, he leaned in close enough to whisper to her, as their eyes met.<br><br>&nbsp;“I think I want to keep you!” It was clearly a statement of both want and demand. His hand would rest on the small of her back if she didn’t pull away. His words of desire and conformation clear, if he had a shot he was going to take it…nothing was final till he or she was gone or the game was over.&nbsp; He wanted to kiss her but this flirting could clearly not be one-sided, he moved closer. <br><br>“Dinner…with me?!?” His lips nearly touching her own as he held her in the water.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>19-12-2019, 05:22:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapersqq.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/wallpaper-chris-hemsworth-face-hair-1920x1080p-photo-for-desktop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15114224#msg15114224)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> North Versailles, Pennsylvania<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outdoor dining area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey cotton t-shirt, black shorts, white running shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Katie, James, Gwen<br><br><hr><br>As he waited for James or the new blond to respond, he picked up his plate to dispose of it, “I’ll be right back.”<br><br>Jon was tempted to get a second helping but refrained.&nbsp; While it gave him something to do while others interacted, he was used to having seven small meals during the day to keep his metabolism steady.&nbsp; It did give him the opportunity to look around to see who else was around.&nbsp; Idly, he wondered if the staff would welcome him offering some food.&nbsp; The extravert couldn’t see it being very entertaining, just watching them talking all day long.&nbsp; On a nice day like this, it would have driven him crazy to work indoors in front of a screen.&nbsp; His mind wandered for a moment before he remembered to return, hoping he didn't miss anything.&nbsp; <br><br>He took his former seat next to Katie again, casting her a smile before deciding to pile on the questions.&nbsp; This time, asking all three of them, “So, hey.&nbsp; You know anything about this show?&nbsp; Has anybody followed the show before coming here?&nbsp; How does it work?&nbsp; I have to admit that I'm kind of in the dark about it.”<br><br>Previously, he just figured it would wing it and see how it turned out.&nbsp; Since James seemed like he had been here for a while, the other guy might be a good source of information.&nbsp; Maybe one of the others knew some stuff too.&nbsp; Reality television wasn’t something that Jon watched and was curious what he was in for. The youngest brother remembered losing a bet against Azure and forcibly had to watch an episode of Bridezilla.&nbsp; A punch to the face would have been less painful.&nbsp; Why anybody marry anybody so unstable?&nbsp; It boggled the mind.&nbsp; He couldn't understand how his sister could watch it either.&nbsp; The guy was still trying to repress that horrible evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-12-2019, 15:44:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.instagram.com/p/BjnOR88HDqu/media?size=l)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Mid-morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside kitchen seating area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture with navy blue swimming trunks and khaki sandals<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>Rhonda</del> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dom; All<br><br><hr><br>Logan had to hand it to Dom, her innuendo game was on point. Then again, Daft Punk basically gave it away with song titles like Get Lucky. <br><br>He settled down on the edge of his bed, which was now officially only his bed and no longer a bed that he was sharing with anyone. Unless of course Dom decided that she wanted to get under his covers tonight for a bit of a cuddle. <br><br>Dom gently lowered herself down onto his lap, confessing that he had reeled her in, not unlike the reeling she was doing earlier with the edge of his shirt. He smirked at her comments initially, but that smile faded when she began talking about a test of sorts. He didn’t like the sound of that.<br><br>She went on, setting the stage up for the point that she was making. She blatantly laid it all out there, so even though she had a fairly thick accent, there was really no way that Logan could misunderstand her meaning. Her arms slid around his shoulders after she set her sunglasses on his head, so that they almost got lost in his bedhead. Logan paid no mind. He was too focused on what she was getting at.<br><br>Dom expressed, based on pure assumption, that Logan would always be worried about the likelihood that she’d be tempted by others. She wanted to get to know all of the men in the villa and then decide afterward, who she was meant to share a bed with. Logan could think of nothing else to do, so he chuckled. But, he wasn’t actually laughing.<br><br>She tried to further prove her point by claiming that he knew what she was saying was the truth. “Actually, what it sounds like to me is… an excuse.” He stood up, carefully cradling her waist with his hand so that he could set her down carefully, on her own two feet. Logan stepped away from the bed, taking the glasses off of his head and tossing them onto the pillow.<br><br>When his hand became free, he raked his fingers through his hair. After a deep exhale, he turned back around to look at Dom. “When I came onto this how, I didn’t get that luxury. Of being able to just waltz around and flirt with whoever I wanted and then cherry pick the one that I felt was right for me. I had to step up for the girls I found most attractive. I knew nothing about them but their names.” <br><br>He shook his head. “You want to have your cake and eat it too. That’s an expression I’m sure you’ve heard before. It means you want the best of both worlds. But you can’t have it both ways. At least not without hurting people in the process. And believe me, if you’ve seen the show up until this point, you’d realize that I know this to be true.” <br><br>With that, Logan turned away, walking down the hall and then shuffling down the stairs. The only place he could think of to be alone was the diary room, which was where he went. Even though he had nothing to say to the cameras. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-12-2019, 16:04:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://d1w8cc2yygc27j.cloudfront.net/-2583461070047100229/5898889936010511894.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Ward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15172731#msg15172731)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Seattle, Washington <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front door of the villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (http://melissabenoistupdates.org/gallery/albums/userpics/10001/normal_066~69.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jon | Gwen | James<br><br><hr><br>Katie continued with idle chatter, finishing up her plate and scooting it into the sink when she was finished. Jon turned back to look at her after reclaiming his seat once again. He asked about the show and Katie shrugged. “I watched a little bit on YouTube. Just some dramatic highlights. Not from this season, but from last season.” <br><br>She shook her head at the question of how it all worked. “I’m not really sure. I mean, you’ve seen how Caroline sends text messages and that’s kind of how the islanders - well, we - get our information about what’s happening that day. I know that you don’t want to be single on Love Island. You’re safe when you’re in a couple. Well, until they start dumping more than single people.” <br><br>Again, she looked a little lost. “I don’t think we’re supposed to know much about that. Like, when they choose to dump people and what determines that.” She shrugged. “I mean, there are competitions I think. And losers might get dumped, maybe? Or winners have to pick someone to vote off, I guess? But I’m not really sure.” She looked around, wondering if anyone else knew more.<br><br>“So, I think I’m feeling a little nervous,” she chuckled, confessing her truth with a flush on her cheeks. “I’m afraid that I’m not going to find someone here who is also single and who sparks with me. This whole setting feels so… forced?” She wasn’t sure if that was the most appropriate word to pick, but it was what came to mind first. <br><br>Katie avoided eye contact with the others then, sipping from her water bottle dejectedly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>21-12-2019, 14:59:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapersqq.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/wallpaper-chris-hemsworth-face-hair-1920x1080p-photo-for-desktop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15114224#msg15114224)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> North Versailles, Pennsylvania<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outdoor dining area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey cotton t-shirt, black shorts, white running shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Katie, James, Gwen<br><br><hr><br>He frowned at her words.&nbsp; Jon knew that it was a dating show but he couldn’t say that he liked how it was operating.&nbsp; Of course he wanted to win.&nbsp; There was a strong incentive for that.&nbsp; The setup felt off.&nbsp; The show wasn’t as charitable as it seemed when he initially accepted.&nbsp; His frown faded away and replaced with a comforting smile.<br><br>“You’ll be fine,” Jon said without thinking about it.&nbsp; It was only when his brain started catching up to him that he wasn’t sure what he meant by that.&nbsp; After a few seconds, the big guy decided to go along with it.&nbsp; He put his arm around her to give her a friendly hug.&nbsp; The optimist didn’t like seeing her down.<br><br>“It is a bit forced but you’ll be okay.” He gave her a light squeeze.&nbsp; The guy wanted to say that she was smart and pretty but he wasn’t comfortable saying that kind of thing with other people around.&nbsp; Not everybody can get through a nursing program.&nbsp; Instead, his mind changed tracks.<br><br>“This show isn’t the end of the world.&nbsp; Look, if anybody is going get dumped first, it’ll be me.&nbsp; But even if that happens, you know what?&nbsp; It’s okay.&nbsp; I got to head off to some tropical island and meet some new people.&nbsp; This is an all expense paid free vacation.&nbsp; I’m going to enjoy this as long as I can,” His voice started to get louder as he got more into what he was saying.<br><br>“Dating is already nerve wreaking.&nbsp; And this show isn’t as conducive to the whole dating thing than I thought.&nbsp; But there’s nothing wrong with being single.&nbsp; Sure, I want to find someone but I’m not going to let others make me feel bad about not getting it.&nbsp; Let’s forget what society says and what this show wanted about people getting together.&nbsp; So let’s make up our own rules.&nbsp; Will you join me?&nbsp; Let’s make friends with people all over the world.&nbsp; And if anything develops from any friendships, that’s okay too.&nbsp; But that’s going to happen on your terms.&nbsp; Whatever happens, you’ll be at least one friend richer than the previous day.”<br><br>Jon pulled away and kneeled in front of her like goober, seemingly forgetting that there were other people around.&nbsp; His blue eyes looked into hers, as his smile got even wider, “My name is Jon Arc.&nbsp; Will you be my friend?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>23-12-2019, 02:19:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xJY50wf.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Stockholm, Sweden<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Gym -&gt; Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured with matching string bikini bottoms<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Harlan<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><div class="floatright">(https://i2-prod.mirror.co.uk/incoming/article8085070.ece/ALTERNATES/s615b/Love-Island.jpg)</div>It made no difference what Harlan said, she heard him but there was a race to be won and Elsa's competitive streak was a mile wide when it came to things athletic in nature. She was slapping water and kicking feet as fast as she could to swim away. Unfortunately for her being very short even compared to other women was all going to catch up to her. Or at least Harlan was going to catch up to her. <br><br>Elsa felt the firm grip of Harlan's hand on her ankle and she let out a squeal as he drew her back towards him. Taking a deep breath she was pulled under the water than she came up in front of him when he let go. The very large man had his hand about her waist and one on her cheek as he maneuvered her around in the water. She closed her eyes as his hand touched her face. A smile spreading across her lips. This was inappropriate she thought to herself. What about Owen? Her mind flitted around racing about with thoughts and emotions. Damn this man and his smoldering dark eyes.<br><br>Whispering closely to her, he said, <em>“I think I want to keep you!”</em><br><br>Feeling his hand on the small of her back, her heart raced. There was some serious sexual tension here that she couldn't deny having. Elsa found her body pressed against his in the water, fitting very nicely together. Every part of her seemed to mold to him. She rested a hand on his chest. <br><br>He moved closer and she felt all of him pressed against all of her right to the warm place between his legs, the bulge pressed against her firmly. <br><br><em>“Dinner…with me?!?” His lips nearly touching her own as he held her in the water.</em><br><br>She swallowed hard. <strong>"Yes,"</strong> Elsa said back breathlessly as her lips accidentally caressed Harlan's. They were so soft and kissable, she wanted to lose herself in the moment. <strong>"I mean.. um.. "</strong> She giggled. <strong>"Everyone eats together here. There's no place to get away unless the producers set you up on a date... And um, I'm coupled up with someone. Owen."</strong> Those were the words that she said but she found herself rubbing up against him, feeling the heat and desire. There was no mistaking what they would be doing right now if clothing did not prevent the act. The thin cloth of her bikini bottoms not preventing the desire she had as they pressed up against the fabric covering his maleness. It was all getting far to intense for her. She blushed strongly, the crimson flush rapidly spreading across and face and chest. <strong>"I... I should go. Owen will be looking for me."</strong> She tapped his chest and began to push away. If he let go she would swim off to the opposite side of the pool. The goal of getting out, and going to get toweled off or maybe lay on the sun chair... anything to avoid being so close Harlan before she did something she might regret. If he didn't let her go, she'd be virtually paralyzed with indecision.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>23-12-2019, 02:48:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WbGeR0F.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Dominika Nikolaev</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15061990#msg15061990)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heteroflexible<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Moscow, Russia<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Villa Bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> see image plus worn out white tennis shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan <br><br><hr>It appeared to her that Logan's calm exterior was a mask hiding his&nbsp; consternation. But he was so very attractive when he got all worked up. When he stood up and slide her off his lap she noted that his hands lingered on her waist. Yes, he was very attractive. She liked it and was amused by him. <br><br><em> “Actually, what it sounds like to me is… an excuse.”</em> he said.<br><br>She was disappointed when he tossed the glasses on the bed pillow. Not an outright rejection since they were still on his bed she thought. Dominika raised her brow and listened as he talked. His hands dropping from her waist and stepping away. Then came the accusations and assumptions as he expressed his displeasure at the situation. Dom simply put her hands on her hips and listened to the man talk about the situation that he was in when he started comparing her experience to his and laying his claims at her feet. Clearly his mind was made up as he walked away.<br><br>Dominika called after him, <strong>"I am not wanting to eat the cake."</strong> Her Russian accent dancing all over hastily spoken words. <strong>"You are just being insecure... I am not you and we are not in same same. Every man will desire my attention so they can stay in villa... and I will have wanting to stay as well...."</strong> She grabbed her sunglasses off the bed and huffed while picking up the pillow. She threw it in the direction of Logan's back, the man already down the hallway and gone. Her grunt of displeasure echoing after him. She raised her voice further, <strong>"This was your chance and you are not taking it. Be man about it... You teetotaler."</strong> A few Russian expletives peppered the room a moment later. She proceeded to throw his other pillow across the room with a thump on the big outward facing bedroom window. The temptation to drag all his stuff out of the drawers and throw it about crossed her mind. Opting to compose herself she went to the powder room, fixed her hair and sunglasses back in place. Dom sat there alone for awhile. Men could be so infuriating at times. Why couldn't Logan be as malleable as the big American man?<br><br>Dom made her way to the window to watch the goings on outside.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>23-12-2019, 05:11:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;<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 --&gt; Pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Pic (Description)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Elsa<br><br><hr> <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Harlan enjoyed her, he enjoyed her effort more. Had she been taught to swim this might have been nearly a contest. But he not only knew how to swim he liked it. In another life, he might have been a fish or some other type of sea creature…a manta perhaps. But catching up to her had been a sheer force of will. Once he was in range his fingers and hands wrapped around her pulling her in as if his body were dark quicksand in which he didn’t want her to escape.<br><br>He pulled her to him, he knew he wanted…to feel her in his arms. To have the soft touch and warm caress of her lush body against him. He held her close her sumptuous form against him his fingers delicately stroked her cheek even though he fought against the fire she generated in him. He pulled her closer to him. He saw her eyes closed before him and the smile that warmed his heart and made him more hungry by the second. He wanted to see those lush bronze eyes that summoned him like some dark god coming to claim his offering.<br><br>&nbsp;He knew what he said, what he meant and what he needed he didn’t expect to come all the way here to find someone that would make him, even tempted to turn in his player card. Yet now he was not only standing here with her but holding her. He had no idea what to expect now.<br><br>Her fingers were on his chest and his fingers were cresting her ripe rear. He didn’t squeeze or grip her behind if anything the honeyed glue of desire that seemed to pull them together with an almost supernatural force. He could feel the weakness she invoked within him. She did move away from him, the proximity between them was unmistakable and he was left with the conflagration of desire. It wasn’t just the physical desire with her, but something more than the primal need that pulled on him like never before. <br><br>He breathed her in like a flower in full bloom. He couldn’t help but smile when she said ‘Yes.’ He could feel the soft caress of her lips against his own if she didn’t move soon he would definitely claim those lips of hers against his own. <br><br>She giggled and he smirked. “You are coupled with him…but is that truly…who you want to be with? Are with him because that is truly who you want or you trying to win the game?” He found himself asking…he couldn’t believe HE was asking…it was supposed to be simple…find someone and take them to the end, get money and go home. Why was he holding her as if he were holding forever in his arms and his eyes? <br><br>Her body rubbing against his own set him more aflame than the sun currently flowing over them. Were this a different time or place she would be his and he wouldn’t only be taking her home but making himself at home with her.&nbsp; <br><br>He held on to her, the connection between them was undeniable. He lifted her chin. “Who are YOU looking for? Is he truly the one that sets your heart on fire Elsa?” His lips now lightly against her own as his eyes met hers, his dark orbs seeing hers. <br><br>“Do you want to be with him…in your heart…do you truly?!?” His arm wrapped around her as he lifted her closer to him. The wanted of her was both in his touch and in his eyes, truly visible when he looked at her. This was nothing that he expected when he signed on for this.&nbsp; She was going to have to tell him to put her down and let her go or she would be whom he would pursue…for more reasons than one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>23-12-2019, 20:53:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://d1w8cc2yygc27j.cloudfront.net/-2583461070047100229/5898889936010511894.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katie Ward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15172731#msg15172731)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Seattle, Washington <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front door of the villa<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (http://melissabenoistupdates.org/gallery/albums/userpics/10001/normal_066~69.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jon<br><br><hr><br>Katie managed a smile at Jon’s reassuring words. Even though there was no way for him to know whether or not she would be fine, in actuality. She appreciated that he was trying to cheer her up, but ultimately, couldn’t bring herself to agree with his positivity. “I’m not so sure this is the right environment for me…” Katie murmured, quietly. “I’m not sure what I was thinking by coming here,” she confessed, chuckling at herself, a little insecurely. <br><br>She shook her head at Jon’s attempt at making her feel better. “I didn’t come here for a vacation. And I didn’t come here to make more friends.” She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the opportunity, or the scenery, or the company.” She gestured to the pool, and then to the others around them. But, then her hand dropped. “I just… I’m not sure this is right for me. It feels too… inauthentic.” <br><br>Katie reached out with her hands cupping Jon’s face at either side. She leaned in and kissed his forehead gently. “I’d love to be your friend. But I think I need to go.” She sighed, standing up from the chair and taking the mic necklace off of her neck. She set it down, then waved to those who were paying attention to her, and walked off, heading inside the villa, then through the front door, and down the walkway, where the studio sat. She wasn’t feeling a spark with anyone and couldn’t help feeling completely out of her element while she was there. It was time for Katie to go home.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>23-12-2019, 21:06:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.instagram.com/p/BjnOR88HDqu/media?size=l)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual <br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Manchester, England <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Mid-morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside kitchen seating area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture with navy blue swimming trunks and khaki sandals<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <del>Rhonda</del> No one<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dom; All<br><br><hr><br>Logan had heard a bit of Dom’s argumentative retort when he had walked away. But, being that he was already walking away, he felt it was best to continue walking in that direction. <br><br>Dom wanted her freedom and Logan had no right to keep her on a leash. But, at the same time, her words reminded him of the mentality here at Love Island. <br><br>It wasn’t the right atmosphere for finding the kind of love that he was searching for. Maybe he had found that love in Rhonda, but it just wasn’t the right place or the right time for the two of them to work out. <br><br>Logan turned to the camera against the wall and gave a slight smile and a wave, before standing up and heading out. Though the didn’t mean to, he wound up following Katie, and the two of them voluntarily left the villa, in favor of pulling themselves out of the competition. <br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [The Villa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wandering Mind</strong> on <strong>27-12-2019, 04:49:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media2.giphy.com/media/4JnIUplipn0f6/source.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15114224#msg15114224)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> North Versailles, Pennsylvania<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5 July, 2019 | Noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front door --&gt; Diary Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey cotton t-shirt, black shorts, white running shoes<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Katie<br><br><hr>“Y-Yeah, okay,” He felt his smile dim but refused to let it fall altogether.<br><br>It was hard not to feel the rejection but that wasn't her fault.&nbsp; The young man followed her out to see her off.&nbsp; He was sad to see her leave but respected her wishes.&nbsp; Maybe if Jon had said or did something different, Katie would have stuck around.&nbsp; It wasn't like he had the best luck with women.&nbsp; Jon had Friday the 13th level of bad luck in romance.&nbsp; Or maybe it wouldn't have mattered what he did.&nbsp; Some times, a connection wouldn't be forged but that wasn't a poor reflection on either person.<br><br>Regardless, the guy waved to her from the front door as she left the villa.&nbsp; His smile was sad.&nbsp; He was a little surprised as he saw Logan leaving as well.&nbsp; What happened?&nbsp; Jon looked back at the villa.&nbsp; What did they see that he hadn't?&nbsp; He turned back to the pair leaving.<br><br>Standing there, long after the two left, he stepped into the room and looked around.&nbsp; Jon grabbed his grey sweatshirt from his luggage and put it on.&nbsp; He could sweat it out at the gym later.&nbsp; But first, he searched the villa to find the dairy room.&nbsp; It was small compared to the other rooms.&nbsp; It was probably a closet that was converted for this purpose.&nbsp; Then again, it wasn’t like a lot of space was needed for this.&nbsp; The blond sighed and rubbed his eyes and sighed.&nbsp; The tall man turned on the camera, took a seat, and smiled, forcing the negativity away.<br><br>“Hi.&nbsp; My name is Jon.&nbsp; And this is my first day here.&nbsp; I wanted to give a shout out to my friends and family.&nbsp; Mom, dad, Pete, Charles, Abby, Indigo, Azure, Sienna, Bianca, Shani, and Violet.&nbsp; You all thought I was an attention seeker but how much more attention seeking can I be now?&nbsp; If you thought I was bad before, now I’m going to bring the Jon Factor on tv.&nbsp; Hundreds, maybe thousands of people are going to see this!”<br><br>Jon gave an over-the-top laugh with his hands outstretched.&nbsp; After giving his best evil laugh, he gave the camera a cheeky grin.<br><br>“So far, the people here seem nice.&nbsp; They got people from all over the place from what I could tell which is crazy to me.&nbsp; I might go a little stir crazy here.&nbsp; No internet.&nbsp; No video games.&nbsp; I can’t read or write or anything.&nbsp; I don’t know how people live like this.&nbsp; And it’s only been,” The blue eye man frowned, “Ugh.&nbsp; It’s only been an hour.&nbsp; I guess we’ll see how long I’ll last here.&nbsp; I’m still trying to figure things out.&nbsp; Hopefully, I can last more than a couple of days.&nbsp; But if not, that's okay.&nbsp; I can say that I tried.”<br><br>He gave the camera a somber look as he thought about Katie leaving.&nbsp; The blue eyed man looked at the camera with something he had been thinking about since he learned about the journal room.<br><br>“I’ve been giving this some thought.&nbsp; It’s not like I’ll get other opportunities to do this.&nbsp; Since I’m able to reach a large audience, I’d like to make a public service announcement.&nbsp; Bullying is bad.&nbsp; It always has been.&nbsp; It’s hurtful and many times, the lasting emotional damage is worse than a punch could ever be.&nbsp; Trust me it sucks.&nbsp; Fortunately, I’m able to shrug off most of it.&nbsp; But some people handle it worse than others.&nbsp; Some people take their own lives.&nbsp; Cyber bullying is relatively new but it brings a way to hurt others without retaliation since you can do it without being identified.&nbsp; But it’s not just a prank or a way to lash out.&nbsp; But let me put it to you this way, when you say things, the words last only the instant that they are said before they’re gone.&nbsp; With cyber bullying, it can stay out in the internet permanently.&nbsp; I don’t care if you’re trying to get back at someone for hurting you.&nbsp; This could end someone’s life.&nbsp; Don’t take the chance.&nbsp; It’s not worth it.&nbsp; This is Jon, signing off.”
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