Love Island ♡ [Away]
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				Title: <strong>Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>06-08-2019, 20:35:15</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 somewhere other than the villa.</em></div><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center">(https://www.promomarketing.info/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/Brass-Love-Island-735x400.png)</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 ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>14-08-2019, 12:08:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓵 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼</span><br><br>At 9 am, a Jeep comes to the villa to pick up Delaney and JJ and takes them to the beach. Delaney is set up on one end of the beach, while JJ is set up on the other end. They will not be able to see each other from where they are stationed. They each have a private, quaint little sitting area overlooking the water, with all of the very best breakfast foods for their first dates, who are meeting them each, separately, for breakfast. If things go well, after their dates, the new pair can walk along the beach or take a dip in the water, or really, do whatever they'd like. The breakfast dates end at 11 am and their next dates arrives at noon for lunch. Further down the beach and very near the water is a table for two, with a beach umbrella overhead for Delaney and a small shelter overhead for JJ. If things go well, the new pairs can spend the rest of their time together doing as they please. There is even a paddle boat nearby, and a Frisbee wedged in the sand. Finally, when their lunch dates end, their last date of the evening will arrive for each of them for dinner at 6 pm. For Delaney, a beautiful table for two is set up on the beach with candles propped up by the four posts that surround the seating area. There is a netted curtain tied to each post which can be loosed to create an even more private atmosphere. For JJ, the private seated area is next to the water and is surrounded by candles. If the new pairs wish, they can choose to spend the night together at the resort on the beach. Or, they can return to the villa, and rejoin the other islanders.<br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Delaney's dates:</span><br><br>(https://affairewithinteriors.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/beach-breakfast-flowers-london-love-romantic-favim-com-64417.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/72/42/ab/7242abb33b20bb0b7b88a0bd2c927534.jpg) (https://lpviator.imgix.net/graphicslib/thumbs674x446/3685/SITours/dinner-on-the-beach-at-chaweng-regent-beach-resort-in-koh-samui-in-ko-samui-291979.jpg)<br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">JJ's dates:</span><br><br>(https://onestep4ward.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/beach_breakfast.jpg) (http://www.whatsnewbali.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/Sunrise-Breakfast-3.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/39/ed/48/39ed48eeabe1395c5c0af6d5407e7e1a.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>15-08-2019, 01:58:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9:00am<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Preparing for his date/On the beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Grace<br><br><hr><br><br>JJ was still sound asleep when the text came through and he flailed at his phone with more than a little annoyance. While it was true he'd had a few drinks the night before, the real culprit for his mood was the day bed he'd been forced to sleep on.&nbsp; He wasn't a precious little Princess, by any means, but day beds in the open air were not exactly to his taste. He brushed the sleep from his eyes brusquely, ran a hand through his hair and opened the text.<br><br>So.&nbsp; He was going to have to spend the entire day trying to charm women on about three hours broken sleep.&nbsp; Lovely.&nbsp; He sighed, stood and went to take a lengthy piss.&nbsp; When he was done he splashed some water on his face, sent out three texts to his dates and went to get ready.<br><br>About half an hour later he was in some beach casual that still accentuated his frame.&nbsp; No sense in wearing a sharp suit to the beach, after all.&nbsp; There was a happy middle ground between style and function.&nbsp; The producers took him to the beach site for his dates and he looked it over approvingly.&nbsp; The setup was quaint and homey with a beautiful view of the cobalt-blue bay and the lighter blue beyond it where the water was shallower over the reef.&nbsp; <br><br>The table was set up under the shade of two gigantic palm trees and seemed about as comfortable and secluded as it was possible to be on a wide open beach.&nbsp; Water cold enough to sweat even in the early morning heat stood next to large glasses of orange juice, both of which stood sentry over a steaming platter of breakfast meats, a large rectangular serving platter filled with eggs cooked in various forms (scrambled, fried and over easy, from what he could tell), a plate filled with croissants and other pastries and, finally, a basket of fresh fruit.<br><br>JJ nodded.&nbsp; This would do.&nbsp; This would do nicely.<br><br>All that was left was to take in the view while he waited for Grace to arrive.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>15-08-2019, 02:12:55</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 | 9:00am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Breakfast date on the beach.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This bikini and cover up, &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7f/0a/27/7f0a27af09999d8f3a7e9ef43de6a23f.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> Logan<br><br>Delaney cracked one eye open and gave the phone a churlish glance. She squinted in opposition to the morning sun, cursed the PA that brainstormed the bright idea of an 8:00am text and after three failed attempts to clear the blurriness of sleep by sole effort of blinking, rubbed her eyes and sorted herself out. Sleeping on the daybed outside, without the benefit of air conditioning, hadn’t done her any favors. If banishment from the island wasn’t incentive enough to couple up, not sleeping on the patio sure as hell was.<br><br>Clearly misery loved company. On the next bed over she heard the thrashing of limbs and blankets, a muttered, ill-tempered “fuck!”, and a joint-popping stretch she could envy. <br><br>She raked her fingers through the tangled mass of brown hair and propped herself upright long enough to fire off the requisite texts before she hauled herself out of bed. Going on her first date smelling like sweat and mojito seemed...ill advised. <br><br>Most of the couples were still in bed when she reached the top of the stairs on the way to the shower. Despite her beeline to get ready she caught sight of Logan (damned early risers) and offered him a sheepish, disheveled grin as she passed. The cami and short pajama set paired with the crooked, half-in ponytail were significantly less glamorous than her skimpy little number the night before so she hurried. Maybe he wouldn’t really notice the hot mess express.<br><br><hr><br>By the time she strolled onto the beach less than an hour later she was bright-eyed and prepared to greet the day. Sweat and mojito had been replaced by bright notes of bergamot and the subtle warmth of vanilla. Her hair was drawn into an elegant, fashion forward ponytail instead of the knotted remnants of bedhead. She looked (and smelled) like she belonged here, if she did say so her herself. <br><br>“15 minutes until Logan’s arrival.” <br><br>She wasn’t certain which of the crew members announced it, but she heard the scurry of cameramen as she surveyed the table. On the far side was a single bench stacked with pastel pillows and just enough space to seat two people. The obvious intent was to keep them in close quarters and, she could only assume, use the footage against her at a later date. Without a read on Rhonda she had to hope for the best, though the picturesque view of a few weathered buildings left something to be desired. <br><br>“Can I move this?” The question was more of a formality and she was already pulling the bench to the other side of the table. “You guys chose a shit view.” <br><br>“It’s not about the view, it’s about the camera angle,” a junior producer huffed.<br><br>Undeterred, and amidst voluble protest, she dragged the bench to the side that allowed them to look out over the water, tugged the table far enough from the railing to allow a cameraman to shimmy between, then re-situated the vase to suit the new arrangement. <br><br>“Logan’s en route. Five minutes until arrival.”<br><br>In other words, too late to reorganize and she flashed a satisfied but entirely charming smile to the aggrieved party before she brushed sand from one of her feet then turned her attention to Logan’s impending arrival. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>15-08-2019, 04:02:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/5G5A5279.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 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach date; breakfast <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/5G5A5240.jpg) and these wedges (https://www.lulus.com/images/product/xlarge/3112840_628182.jpg?w=560)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> JJ<br><br><hr><br>Grace woke up that morning with Corey beside her. Naturally so, since they were a couple. But, it still felt a little surreal to wake up next to him. Especially without any makeup on. She blinked at the sunlight that started to stream in through the very sheer curtain, wiping the excess sleep from her lashes while she turned over and stretched. It took a great deal of effort, but she tried her hardest not to wake Corey up when she shifted out of the bed and collected her phone, then made her way to the bathroom. <br><br>Once there, she went through her usual morning routine. First, she brushed her teeth and swished some mouthwash around in her mouth, then pinned her hair back with a stretchy headband and started lathering her face with a morning scrub. After washing the soap off, she moisturized, and then made her way into the showers after collecting her little waterproof bag of shower essentials. When she was finishing with her shower, she heard the notorious tweeting sound of a text message coming through.<br><br>“Oh, bollocks. Is that mine?” She asked to no one in particular. Hurrying through the rest of her shower, she shut off the water and fetched a towel to dry herself off with, before wrapping it around her body and stepping out, steam still clinging to her shiny skin. With a small sigh of contentment, she walked to the counter where her phone was resting and checked it. Sure enough, there was a new text message there. Her heart sank and fluttered all at once. It was from JJ, the new arrival with the loads of tattoos. The quintessential bad boy type. <br><br>Grace wrinkled her nose slightly, thinking instantly of Corey and how he’d handle the news. Her thumbs twitched before she thought up a response, then deleted it, and rewrote a new one. The first reply she was going to write out sounded too… robotic and distant. She wanted to at least sound excited to be chosen. Even if JJ wasn’t the type of guy she was looking for in the minute. Oh well, she thought, at least it was a chance to get out and have a proper date. She only wished the guy joining her would be Corey instead. <br><br>After she finished dressing, putting on her makeup and doing her hair, Grace had to race out of the villa. She may have even been a bit late, but no one gave her any lip about it, thankfully. The Jeep took her to the beach, where JJ was already waiting for her to arrive. During the ride, she took a moment to send Corey a text. Once there, she stepped out and adjusted the strap of her small, navy purse, taking a moment to straighten out her long skirt and dust herself off, as it were. Once she felt a bit more ready, she walked the path to the beach. <br><br>It was a lovely set up, with a table that was facing the ocean and already set with plenty of breakfast items. Grace approached JJ and gave him a warm, polite smile. “Well, this looks brilliant.” She admitted, setting her purse down so that the strap hung over the corner of the seat. “I’m absolutely starving, are you?” She inquired, before making her way around and nearing her seat. “By the way, thanks for picking me for breakfast. I sometimes forget to eat it, but I do so love breakfast foods.” She giggled, already sensing that she was talking too much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>15-08-2019, 05:35:13</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 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach date; breakfast<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> Rhonda | Delaney<br><br><hr><br>Logan was a morning person. He often woke up early enough to witness the sun rising in the sky. But, he was technically on a bit of a vacation now, wasn’t he? So, he made sure he slept in a little longer than usual. Still, by the time he was finished with his morning work out and his first cup of coffee, Logan headed up to the showers to discover that almost everyone else was still asleep. He chuckled at the sight as he made his way from the bathroom to the closet, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. <br><br>Of course, on his way to the clothes he had hanging up, he walked right by Delaney, the newest arrival. She was looking even sexier than last night, despite not wearing a tight little number. Of course, Logan found the tight little numbers sexy as well. But he always fancied a girl in no makeup, who could still look super cute in just her pajamas. Logan had a difficult time walking by her and not looking, but he managed to keep from staring at her chest and smiled at her.<br><br>When she walked by though, he turned his head over his shoulder to get one final glimpse of her backside. Just one quick one. He fanned himself whilst looking through the wardrobe at his outfit options, then. He picked out a simple shirt and jeans, figuring he’d just change into a pair of trunks if he wanted to swim. But, what he wasn’t anticipating was a text message from none other than Delaney herself, inviting him out to a breakfast date. <br><br>He smiled at his phone, then picked his head up and frowned at the bedroom, where he had just spent the night with Rhonda. Not that anything happened; he was a gentleman after all. Mostly. Which reminded him, he probably ought to go and say something to her. After he finished styling his hair with a small amount of some styling gel that his hairstylist gave him a few months back, Logan headed into the bedroom. <br><br>After finding Rhonda, he sat himself down beside her and sighed slightly. “So, I was invited to a breakfast date this morning.” He said it flatly and simply. At first he didn’t look at Rhonda, but then he turned to face her and offered her a smile. “I just wanted to tell you…” He felt a bit awkward about it, honestly. He couldn’t say no to the date. Not that he would have if he’d gotten the choice. “It’ll be fine,” he promised. Though, what that meant was unknown to even him. <br><br>Logan gently pulled Rhonda in for a hug, if she felt so obliged, before making his way out of the villa and into the Jeep. There was a cameraman squished in beside him, but he did his best to look comfortable anyway. The beach wasn’t too far of a drive, but he still felt like it took forever to get there. Maybe he was just getting a bit antsy. Once they arrived, Logan stepped out of the Jeep and made his way rather quickly to the private seating area they had prepped for the date.<br><br>“Good morning,” he chipperly called out to Delaney. She was looking even more prepared for the beach with that dress on, barely covering her bikini beneath it. It almost looked more like lingerie than a cover up. But Logan was not about to complain. “You look… amazing,” he chuckled, shaking his head after his compliment. “But, you do every time I see you.” Logan gestured toward the bench facing the ocean. “Shall we?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>15-08-2019, 11:34:58</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 | 9:00am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Breakfast date on the beach.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This bikini and cover up, &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7f/0a/27/7f0a27af09999d8f3a7e9ef43de6a23f.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> Logan<br><br>Despite the early hour the sun was warm. A welcome breeze blew in over the water and ruffled the table cloth, stirred through the flowers in the vase, then tugged errantly at the delicate lace hem of her cover. In the moments preceding Logan’s arrival the crew stopped speaking, and a scene in chaos a moment before had fallen to an eerie calm. <br><br>The sight of him abolished the lingering awkwardness of an entire crew staring her down in silence, and she smiled as he approached. <br><br>“Good morning...officially... and thank you. I wouldn’t kick you out of bed for eating crackers either.” she countered with a small laugh and a genuine grin. At first glance, any woman willing to kick this man out of bed had lost their mind. <br><br>The second thought that crossed her mind was that she was woefully underdressed, but there had been some indication that they were spending the day on the beach...and no indication that she’d have an easily accessible place to change later, so she’d gone all in on beachwear. Thankfully to good effect.<br><br>“Yes, let’s.” <br><br>She picked up a cushion or two and set them aside so they could both sit, and allowed him to open and pour the champagne for mimosas if he chose. There was a small glass pitcher of orange juice and a pair of champagne flutes for the purpose.<br><br>“So what did you think of the coupling ceremony? This whole situation seems a bit wild, doesn’t it...”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>15-08-2019, 23:12:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Preparing for his date/On the beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Grace<br><br><hr><br>JJ knew how the dating game was played.&nbsp; In real life he didn’t have much use for platitudes and insincere pleasantries, but here on Love Island?&nbsp; He supposed he could play nice with others.&nbsp; At least for as long as it took to solidify his position here.<br><br>Honestly, it wasn’t that difficult with a woman as beautiful as Grace.&nbsp; He’d done his research (as much as he was able without internet access, of course) and had identified a couple of potential intersection points in their lives that he might use to intrigue her.&nbsp; Or at least give him conversation pieces.&nbsp; The setting was delightful, the view gorgeous, the spread delicious... everything seemed perfectly situated for a lovely morning get together.&nbsp; <br><br>Grace arrived slightly late, but JJ barely noticed... ("Such is the privilege of beauty," his eternally tardy mother was fond of saying), instead standing and giving her a warm smile and polite European-style cheek kiss before pulling out her chair for her.&nbsp; He laughed softly as she took her seat and commented about the breakfast spread.&nbsp; Taking his own seat, he looked over at her warmly.<br><br>"Yes, if there's one thing the producers seem to get right every time here it's the food... though I could wish they'd tone it down a bit."<br><br>He grabbed a croissant and took a healthy bite, closing his eyes in bliss.&nbsp; He chewed for a moment, swallowed, gave her a wry smile that reached his amber eyes.<br><br>"I mean, how's a guy supposed to compete for a girl's attention with perfectly made croissants and crispy bacon?&nbsp; It's daunting."<br><br>They ate in companionable silence for a few moments while both of them took the edge off their hunger.&nbsp; In his opinion, if a lady was hungry enough to comment about it at the beginning of a date, you just let her eat until she was ready to put down the fork and do other things with her tongue.<br><br>"So tell me, Grace... I know you're not here on the Island for a man.&nbsp; You'll never convince me that you can't find one without the help of an army of cameramen and producers.&nbsp; And clearly it isn't for fame, given the number of your 'gram followers.&nbsp; So what's the skinny?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>15-08-2019, 23:40:37</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 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach date; breakfast<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> Delaney<br><br><hr><br>It may have been slightly awkward to go from the villa, where there really weren’t any cameraman visible, let alone chatting with the islanders, to this secluded location where an entire crew was hunched round the table. But in the end, Logan didn’t spend much time paying attention to the camera crew. They may have been in the way and they may have been an eyesore, but ultimately, Logan was decent at ignoring the things that he wasn’t supposed to be looking at. <br><br>And, on a date with Delaney… wearing a bikini… well, he had much <em>larger</em> things to try and ignore. Or at least to take secret glances of. His smile was bright and wide when he stepped up to the bench, but more importantly, Delaney. She looked even better haloed in the morning sunlight. “Have you already planned that we’ll be sharing a bed, then?” Logan teased, his following chuckle proving as much. He knew she was using it as an expression on how he looked, rather than something literal. But, he couldn’t help himself either.<br><br>He nodded when she agreed to sit down and tuck in. Logan gestured for her to take a seat first, remaining standing until she did so. When he sat himself down beside her, with a few less pillows in their way, Logan reached out for the champagne. Thankfully, someone was kind enough to already get it loose enough that all he had to do was squeeze, and…<br><br><strong>Pop!</strong> <br><br>The cork went flying, probably landing somewhere on the beach, making him laugh as a bit splashed out of the end and wet his fingers. Logan poured one part into each flute, then set the bottle down, and went for the pitcher of orange juice, pouring hers in first, then his last. He was looking at the options of food when Delaney mentioned the coupling ceremony and how wild everything has been thus far. <br><br>“It’s been mental.” Logan chuckled again. “Absolutely mental. But then again, I suppose that’s what we all signed up for, innit?” He made a mental note to revisit that question, but first responded to her inquiry, whilst spooning some beans onto his plate, followed by a bit of bacon, a sausage, and some sunny side up eggs. “It was odd, having to choose who to step forward for just based on one look at them. I’ve never actually pursued someone only from looking at them.”<br><br>He shrugged his shoulders, gathering some tomatoes and mushrooms onto his plate as well. “If you’d have been part of the original group, I’d definitely have stepped forward for you.” He stopped what he was doing to look at her. “So, tell me why you’ve chosen to come to Love Island. What are you looking for?” He wanted to ask her why she chose him to start her dates off with, but decided against it for now, not wanting to sound like he was only fishing for a compliment. While she responded, Logan started eating big portions, careful not to get anything on his beard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>16-08-2019, 03:00:50</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 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Breakfast date on the beach.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This bikini and cover up, &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7f/0a/27/7f0a27af09999d8f3a7e9ef43de6a23f.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> Logan<br><br><hr><br>Delaney laughed and promptly volleyed a jocular question of her own.&nbsp; <br><br>“Would you be heartbroken if I said yes?”<br><br>He could bring the crackers and everything, though Rhonda might have something to say about it. In the interest of good fun she let the question hang for a heartbeat as she settled herself comfortably on the bench. Despite the claustrophobic feel of the production crew the conversation felt easy and upbeat. When he smiled at her she didn’t hesitate to smile back, even as the champagne cork went rogue. <br><br>She accepted the mimosa with an appreciative "thank you" and they both turned their attention briefly to plating breakfast, her focus on eggs, tomatoes and mushrooms while forgoing the beans. <br><br>“You’re right...but I doubt any of us anticipated what it was <em>really</em> going to be like. It’s more intense than I expected, and I’m not even going to lie the daybed leaves something to be desired.” She chuckled softly and took her first bite. Her propensity for enduring inconvenient, if not wretched conditions served her well but she hadn’t expected to spend her first night here sweating in such an indelicate fashion.&nbsp; <br><br>When he looked up at her she was grinning from ear to ear and not even sorry. Her eyes caught his as she took a sip of her drink. It wasn’t lost on her that she and JJ were the only two with more context.<br><br>“That’s kind of you to say.” However modestly she played it off, she was still flattered that he would have stepped forward. His dark hair and neatly trimmed beard might have been her undoing, nevermind his smile. “I was allowed to view interview videos before coming in so I had a bit more information to go on...”<br><br>Let him chew that over for a minute while she moved smoothly into answering his question. <br><br>“A good time mostly… I don’t think I came in expecting a genuine romance, but I’m not closed off to the possibility of one.” A soft shrug punctuated a brief pause. “The competition is thrilling as well… and I wouldn’t turn my nose up at the cash either.” <br><br>“What about you?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>16-08-2019, 04:28:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/5G5A5279.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 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach date; breakfast <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/5G5A5240.jpg) and these wedges (https://www.lulus.com/images/product/xlarge/3112840_628182.jpg?w=560)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> JJ<br><br><hr><br>To be honest, Grace hadn’t expected JJ to pull her chair out for her before she sat in it. When he did, she released a bit of a surprised squeak that was beyond her control. But, she went along with it just the same and obviously thanked him quietly as she lowered herself onto the chair. After scooting in just a bit, she sighed out a gentle breath of air, taking it all in. <br><br>His comment about the food was met with a musical giggle from Grace. “You could wish that, but then you’d miss out on loads of flavorful dishes.” She perked a brow at him then held up her hands and moved them up and down, sort of like a scale that was being used to weigh the options. “It is a bit like holiday,” she dropped her hands again. “That’s been my excuse, anyway.” <br><br>JJ was first to reach for a bit of food and take a bite. Grace was soon to follow, placing a blueberry muffin on her plate, followed by a bit of fruit and a healthy serving of scrambled eggs. She dug in just when he did, looking him over while she chewed, keeping a smile on her face all the while. Once she’d eaten enough to not be starving anymore, she nodded to him.<br><br>“I’ll give you credit. You really know how to pick a good breakfast spot.” She teased. To his remark about vying for attention over crispy bacon and buttery croissants, Grace giggled. “When really it’s these muffins you ought to be worried about,” she joked again, finding that she was actually enjoying herself a bit more than she thought she would. <br><br>Then again, there was still time for things to veer off course. Like she’d been suspecting they would. She continued eating, a bit of a lull spreading over the table. It didn’t feel like an uncomfortable silence to her, however. Instead, it reminded her of the sort of lull that came across the table at Christmas dinner. It was the lull that happened when everyone was too absorbed in their food to carry on with their conversation.<br><br>But, after that final bite of the muffin top, she turned back to JJ, perking her brows at his next comments. He declared that he knew she wasn’t on Love Island to find a man. Perhaps he didn’t mean for it to sound that way, as Grace realized a moment later that what he was saying was that she didn’t need the help of the show to pick one up. Then he brought up her ‘fame,’ though she hated to use that word, and asked what her intentions were. <br><br>She wrinkled her nose a bit, shaking her head. “I’d hardly consider myself famous.” Her head shook. “Blegh, I hate that word to describe me. It feels so… snobby. Or snotty, maybe.” Grace released a short breath. “No, I just enjoyed sharing my outfits online and before I knew it, I had more people following me than I could picture in my head, at one time.” She blinked, still awestruck about it all. <br><br>“But I am genuinely here to find someone and to have a new experience.” Her head tilted very slightly, as if her bashfulness was creeping in. “I love to say yes to new things and I believe that a full life is had when one experiences all that life has to offer. At the same time, I learned that I had definitely been making the wrong choices when it came to boyfriends.” Grace took a pause to drink some orange juice. <br><br>“So, I’m trying to steer away from those…” she paused to glance at him, an apologetic look on her face. “Bad boy types, and find a truly good guy, this time around.” She let him chew on what she was saying a bit longer. The way that JJ fit into the bad guy trope so perfectly was not hard to miss. Also, the way that Corey seemed to fit into that mold of a good guy all too well, wasn’t difficult to piece together either. <br><br>“What about you? What are your intentions with the show?” She coyly asked, her brow raised in a challenge to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>17-08-2019, 14:45:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On the beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Grace<br><br><hr><br><br>JJ wasn't sure whether he believed the platinum-haired beauty, but whatever her reasons for being on the show it wouldn't serve him well to challenge her.&nbsp; He needed friends among the Islanders.&nbsp; Allies.&nbsp; Lovers.&nbsp; Cultivating enemies needlessly ran directly counter to that, so he made a show of accepting what she said at face value.&nbsp; He kept eye contact whenever she was speaking... nodded at the right parts of conversation... made positive noises to show engagement in the conversation.&nbsp; When she gave him an apologetic look at the mention of bad boys he nodded inwardly, understanding immediately that her past experiences would be his greatest obstacle.&nbsp; She'd have a baked-in resistance to whatever attraction she felt for him that he would need to dissolve.&nbsp; Or at least mitigate.&nbsp; When he spoke his voice was a warm baritone, soothing and welcoming of confidences.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"See, that surprises me, Grace.&nbsp; The idea that you've had such trouble finding someone who would treat you right."</strong><br><br>He took another bite of croissant, chewed thoroughly and swallowed.&nbsp; The next time he spoke with his mouth full would be the first.&nbsp; For all his myriad personality quirks that ran counter-social, he'd been raised with excellent table manners.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"I mean, you seem like a lovely girl.&nbsp; Genuine.&nbsp; If you haven't drawn guys to you that value that, I can understand why you'd be wary.&nbsp; Particularly if they looked like me."</strong><br><br>He gave her a wry grin.<br><br><strong>"I can only suggest to you that everyone should be judged on their own words and actions.&nbsp; Maybe I look like them... maybe there's even a little swagger in me that reminds you of them... but I'm not them."</strong><br><br>He reached over and gave her hand a chaste, but familiar squeeze.&nbsp; A smile.&nbsp; A mildly heated glance.&nbsp; Then he sat back in his chair and crossed his arms comfortably, considering her question.<br><br><strong>"As to why I'm here... in some ways it's the same as you.&nbsp; I devour life.&nbsp; I crave new experiences.&nbsp; Look for new adventures.&nbsp; Welcome new relationships.&nbsp; Love Island has all of that in one tight little package."</strong><br><br>Was that a hooded glance to her?&nbsp; Perhaps.&nbsp; But if so, it was subtle.<br><br>He shrugged and chuckled.<br><br><strong>"In some ways it's different, too.&nbsp; I'm not really expecting to find love here.&nbsp; I mean, you're putting over a dozen sexy young people in a pressure cooker and turning the heat on.&nbsp; Figuratively and literally.&nbsp; People make... odd choices when they're under a lot of stress.&nbsp; They impart deep meaning into innocent gestures.&nbsp; They make assumptions... make mistakes.&nbsp; They rely on intuition and overreact to perceived threats.&nbsp; They prejudge."</strong><br><br>He gave her an amused wink.<br><br><strong>"I don't think that's the best environment to decide whether you're in love with someone.&nbsp; Is it possible?&nbsp; Sure.&nbsp; Anything's possible.&nbsp; And I'd welcome a real romance if I found it... but until and unless that happens I'm here to have fun on someone else's dime.&nbsp; Make friends...maybe even find a lover.&nbsp; How often will I have a chance to do something like this?&nbsp; With charming people like you?"</strong><br><br>He took a drink of orange juice.&nbsp; Finished his croissant.<br><br><strong>"You know, I think we might actually have something in common, by the way.&nbsp; I did some work for Dior in last fall's collection.&nbsp; Didn't you do some video reviews for that line?&nbsp; I'd be a little surprised... and sad, honestly... if you hadn't seen the work I've done with Chris Gelinas.&nbsp; Or maybe Tim Coppens.&nbsp; They both deserve more attention on your platform."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>18-08-2019, 05:36:02</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 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach date; breakfast<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> Delaney<br><br><hr><br>Logan chuckled at her question, which may have been rhetorical, looking elsewhere as he replied. “Far from heartbroken,” he confessed in a bit of a mutter under his breath. Still, they were sharing a bench so Delaney must have heard it. <br><br>With both of their plates suddenly... well, plated… they could get back to the matter at hand. “That’s quite right. I’ve watched a bit of prior seasons but even that doesn’t really do it justice.” To her point about the daybed, Logan appeared slightly surprised. <br><br>“Oh, is that where they’ve got you sleeping? No wonder you want to sneak into my bed,” he playfully remarked. He fidgeted slightly and brought a hand to the nape of his neck to idly scratch there out of nervous habit when he realized how his comment may have sounded.<br><br>“To, uh, get you into a more… comfortable one.” Logan carried on, trying to save some face, though he was basically saying that to his beans, after scooping a serving with his spoon and then taking a bite. <br><br>After Logan revealed that he would have stepped forward for Delaney, she revealed something of her own. Though it wasn’t quite what Logan had expected it to be. She shared that she was able to watch the interviews before she came into the villa. <br><br>Logan turned to look at her, his expression rather intrigued, if a little taken aback. In fact, he’d been about to take another bite of food but stopped to gauge Delaney’s expression. Was she looking smug? Or was she looking innocent? It was hard to tell with her, wasn’t it?<br><br>After that, all he could think of was what he said in his video. He tried recalling something, anything, to remind him of the words he’d chosen on that day. Then, a flashback struck him all at once and he recalled his three words in bed. Logan was sure his face was a little redder after that, and that the hue had nothing to do with the sun.<br><br>He tried to give her a cheeky smile, but was sure his flustered face gave him away. Delaney took that moment to respond to the question of why she came to the villa. She admitted that she wasn’t expecting a true romance, but would consider one. Perhaps with the right person.<br><br>But then she mentioned the competition and the money bits. It made Logan wonder if she planned to take it all for herself at the end. She tossed the question to him next. Logan shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m here because it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.” He said simply. <br><br>It was perhaps a pretty political answer, so Logan felt the need to share a little more. He looked to Delaney’s captivating eyes and tried to keep from getting sunken too far into them. “Because here, I’m meeting people I’d otherwise probably never meet. And all in this beautiful place, on what’s essentially a holiday, where I’ve got the chance to walk away with a lot of money… but more importantly, fall in love.” <br><br>He perked his brows at her momentarily, then bit into a piece of toast and chuckled. All this serious talk over breakfast somehow felt comical. “So tell me about you. What are you looking for in one of these romances you might be open to the possibility of?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>18-08-2019, 13:56:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/5G5A5279.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 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach date; breakfast <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/5G5A5240.jpg) and these wedges (https://www.lulus.com/images/product/xlarge/3112840_628182.jpg?w=560)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> JJ<br><br><hr><br>Grace grabbed her fork and poked it into a bit of her fruit, then popped it in her mouth when JJ responded to her comments about her love life with surprise. She perked her brow at him, waiting until she finished chewing the watermelon ball. “Is that right?” Her question may have sounded a bit like a challenge, but really her tone of skepticism was more apparent.<br><br>In her experience, guys were quick to make themselves look better or sound better by comparing themselves to her exes. It was what she learned to be a tactic, one that for too long she had fallen for. JJ continued, complimenting a couple of the traits that he felt she exhibited. She smiled at him and his efforts, even if it was rather early for him to know much about her.<br><br>But, he also commented on how he could understand her suspicion. The grin that he flashed her afterward only sealed the deal. Grace giggled aloud, shaking her head slightly. He made a case for judging each individual on an individual basis. She nodded, able to appreciate that logic. And truly, it wouldn’t have been fair of her to lump him into a category when she didn’t know him.<br><br>Yet, at the same time, she’d feel a right fool for swearing off of the wrong guys only to wind up testing the waters with one who exuded just about everything about the ‘bad boy’ category. “That’s true, I suppose.” She gently concurred, picking up some of her eggs and thoughtfully chewing them. JJ reached over and squeezed her hand. She smiled a bit sheepishly. <br><br>His hand left as quickly as it arrived and JJ relaxed in his chair to answer the question about why he was there. His response was similar to her own; he loved the idea of a new experience and sought out new adventures. He was open to a new relationship. Grace nodded, keeping her smile in place, though it seemed to grow when he used the term ‘tight little package.’ <br><br>Was he also referring to her? Grace chuckled, reminding herself not to get too caught up in his smooth talking. Like probably every other girl he spoke to would. JJ carried on, expressing a difference between love and reality telly. He brought it all full circle by adding that people tended to prejudge others in certain situations or states of being, winking at her to prove who he meant.<br><br>She shrugged. “If the shoe fits,” she chided, chuckling quietly before scooping some more eggs into her mouth delicately. As JJ shared even more, it became very apparent that he was mostly in the villa for fun. A bit of a romp, perhaps. Little more than that. Grace was glowing inwardly - she knew that her intuition hadn’t failed her about this one. <br><br>He called her charming just as Grace reached for her juice. She smiled at him, seeing that he was reaching for his as well. She clinked the edge of her glass with his. “Here’s to new experiences, then.” She sipped some juice and then set her glass down. She was eyeing up the rest of the spread of food when he made a comment about how much they likely had in common.<br><br>Grace peeled her eyes from the food and gave him a curious look. He filled in the blanks by expressing his work with Dior’s fall collection from last year. He must have modeled some of their new line. “Oh,” she began, slowly, her eyes squinting at his. “Dior I am very familiar with. I must have seen you in a spread.” No wonder he looked slightly familiar. <br><br>“Tim Coppens, right. I’ve seen his collections at Matches and Dover Street Market. I know the both of them work in New York but I can’t say I’m as familiar with the American lines.” She shrugged slightly. “Perhaps that is something to aspire toward.” <br><br>She eyed him curiously. “Isn’t Chris Gelinas a women’s fashion designer?” Grace teased him next. “I wonder what sort of work you were doing there.” Clearly she was just giving JJ a hard time, as was evidenced by the triumphant look on her face when she went in for more eggs. <br><br>“So, you are a model?” Grace wasn’t turned on by this, to be perfectly honest. Call her prejudiced, but she learned not to date male models a long while ago. “Tell me more about that. I’m very curious. How did you get into it? Do you enjoy it?” He may have not blatantly shared the same traits that so many other male models possessed, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t behave like one. <br><br>“Is your trainer alright with you eating a butter croissant?” She playfully asked, laughing gently. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>18-08-2019, 16:03:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On the beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Grace<br><br><hr><br><br>JJ could tell that Grace was fully on her guard.&nbsp; She'd probably come in here determined not to like him... not to "fall for a line"... to remind herself of how "guys like him" had treated her poorly.&nbsp; It was unfair, but nothing would be served by "proving" her prejudice.&nbsp; He'd let it roll off him and maintain his even keel.&nbsp; <br><br>When the conversation came around to her talking about shoes fitting when it came to prejudice, he gave her a small smile. <br><strong><br>"Mmm... and what happens when the shoe doesn't fit?&nbsp; A good friend of mine once worked in a high end shoe store.&nbsp; The stories he'd tell me about women who insisted on having a shoe that didn't fit... even convinced themselves that it did... only to come into the shop a week later complaining about how they were sold the wrong shoe and their feet were a mess because of it."</strong><br><br>He shrugged goodnaturedly.<br><br><strong>"A shoe either fits or it doesn't, Grace.&nbsp; The only way to know is to try it on."</strong><br><br>He clinked glasses with her and was drinking when she responded about the designer houses he'd worked with.&nbsp; While she did seem engaged in the conversation, the distance she was cultivating between them seemed to grow.&nbsp; It was as if mentioning something they had in common had actually put up <em>more</em> resistance.&nbsp; She even seemed like she was, to use a British expression, taking the piss of him.<br><br>If he was being honest, he was a little baffled.&nbsp; He didn't really understand the point of being on a show like this if you were going to close off avenues of exploration before you'd even started walking them.&nbsp; He left that unspoken, however, and tried to turn the tide a bit with a little self-deprecating humor.&nbsp; The grin that tugged on the corners of his mouth made it to his eyes as he met hers.<br><br><strong>"Gelinas, I was arm candy for the girls. Pretty landscape.&nbsp; Colorful topography to attract the feminine eye, that sort of thing.&nbsp; He's a brilliant guy, though, and the pay was good."</strong><br><br>JJ reached for a few strips of bacon, turning to her questions of him.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Yes and no.&nbsp; I do model, but it's a side gig for me.&nbsp; I don't think I'd call it enjoyable, though.&nbsp; It's hard work.&nbsp; Anything is if you're trying to excel at it... and why do anything if you're not going to try to get the most out of it?"</strong><br><br>He ate a slice of bacon, chewed meditatively and swallowed.<br><br><strong>"The 'how' is a boring story.&nbsp; Agent came in to the gym I run.&nbsp; Liked the look of me.&nbsp; Asked me to get a portfolio done... the rest, history, all that."</strong><br><br>He laughed softly with her as she joked about his trainer.&nbsp; It was true that he probably shouldn't be eating the things he was eating, but all that meant was that he'd have to do a little more work on the back end.&nbsp; JJ gave her a playful wink.<br><br><strong>"I won't tell her if you don't."</strong><br><br>He mimed raising a toast with another piece of bacon, though the effect was somewhat spoiled when the bacon drooped a bit.&nbsp; He laughed at the little downturn and shrugged.<br><br><strong>"So tell me about your professional goals.&nbsp; Are you thinking about fully monetizing your platform?&nbsp; Or did you have something else in mind to pay the bills?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>20-08-2019, 01:30:19</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> 2 July, 2019 | 9:00am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Breakfast date on the beach.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This bikini and cover up, &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7f/0a/27/7f0a27af09999d8f3a7e9ef43de6a23f.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> Logan<br><hr><br>Delaney smiled quietly to herself but made no mention of his small confession. It sent a thrill through her to hear it, something visceral and flirtatious. Logan checked all the boxes so far. He was handsome, but not too boyish. Lighthearted. Considerate, or so his slightly sheepish fidgeting would suggest. <br><br>Initially he had no way of knowing she’d taken the comments in the good-humored fashion they’d been intended. She sipped her mimosa, took the occasional bite of eggs and let the pauses rest just long enough for him to be certain she was listening but not long enough to be uncomfortable. <br><br>“Well…he’d need to have a comfortable bed,” she said, a mirthful twinkle in her eyes, “But beyond that he’d need to be passionate, giving…”.<br><br>Her grin of amusement turned impish. She bit her bottom lip briefly, then took another sip of her mimosa and continued as if she hadn’t been caught up thinking about his third word.<br><br>“I’d love to meet someone that’s genuine...and kind. In an ideal world has a sense of humor that fits well with mine. I know those things aren’t usually easy to come by in an environment like this, but who knows what might happen, right?”<br><br>A fresh breeze blew in from the water and tossed the soft brown curls of her ponytail as they spoke. The air smelled pleasantly of the sea, and drew in the aroma of a beachfront restaurant further down. A seagull, curious and emboldened by a string of earlier successes, inched closer to their table and eyed them both expectantly. <br><br>Delaney briefly eyed it back, entertained by the audacity but disinclined to share as she turned her full attention back to Logan. <br><br>“So, riddle me this, what makes you passionate? In a woman..or man? In life, all of it? What really brings you joy?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-08-2019, 14:43:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/5G5A5279.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 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach date; breakfast <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/5G5A5240.jpg) and these wedges (https://www.lulus.com/images/product/xlarge/3112840_628182.jpg?w=560)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> JJ<br><br><hr><br>Grace knew that she was being a little icy toward JJ, but then again maybe it only felt that way because she wasn’t falling head over heels for him like she might have in the past. During a time before she had learned several lessons about dating and guys in general. Of course, there was a possibility that he really wasn’t like all other bad boys and male models she had ever met. The chances of that were incredibly low, however.<br><br>Besides, when he confirmed that he was on the show for a bit of fun, Grace was pretty sure she knew how to read between the lines. <br><br>He did his best to try and fill her mind with doubt about her preconceived notions, even making an analogy about literal shoes to tie into her metaphor saying. “Those women are in denial. You must make your outfits - especially your shoes - work for you, not the other way round.” Grace flashed JJ a bit of a smile, taking another few bites of food and washing it down with some more orange juice. <br><br>In the end, he had a point about not knowing how something fit until it was tried on. “That’s very true for footwear, but I can’t exactly throw you on, now can I?” She asked rhetorically, unable to quell a laugh from bubbling forth. She half expected him to make a comment that attempted to correct her phrasing. Technically, she could throw him on like a blanket. But, that didn’t mean she thought it was a good idea.<br><br>That, and, she couldn’t stop thinking about Corey. How awkward would it be having to return to the villa to tell him about how her date went with this guy? This… male model, bad boy. She could only imagine what was going through Corey’s mind back at the villa. And the longer that she was out with JJ, the more she yearned to be back with Corey. Her lips soured into a small frown for a moment. But, she finished up the rest of her plate and tried to mask that with a napkin.<br><br>JJ explained what he was doing in the photo shoots and Grace chuckled. Clearly, her implication was too subtle. She really wondered more about how many hookups he managed to score, who were all also models. In thinking about that, she then had to wonder how high his number of sexual partners was. It seemed like loads of her single friends were more than okay with guys having ridiculously high numbers. Numbers in the triple digits. Numbers that always terrified her.<br><br>He delved into modelling a bit more, expressing that it wasn’t his true passion. It was more of a side hustle. Grace nodded along, understanding that too well. She scoffed quietly when he revealed that a talent agent sought him out at the gym. Like he was so good looking and never even once realized it. So much so that it took someone whose job it was to scout for those ideal face shapes, to convince him. <br><br>Grace tried to remind herself that modelling was hard work too, as JJ had just stated, despite how glamorous it may have seemed. She turned to eye him, laughing lightly despite herself at his remark about not telling his trainer of the croissant. “I promise not to tell, but I can’t say the same for the cameras,” she giggled again. He raised a strip of bacon that started to sag which made Grace’s brow raise. Was that some sort of a sign? Even still, she couldn’t help smirking.<br><br>Grace shrugged at his question about her goals. “I’m never sure about the Instagram thing. I mean, I just love fashion, so I post about it. Sometimes it feels overwhelming, like my hobby has become my job, therefore it gets to be less fun and starts to lose bits of what I loved about it before.” She took a breath and adjusted in her seat slightly, leaning back against the chair. “I suppose I am thinking about a more practical career, if I’m being honest.” She sighed a bit. “Sounds rather boring, doesn’t it?” <br><br>At that point one of the producers cut in. “Sorry to interrupt, but now that you’re both done eating, we need to move locations so they can clean up the plates.” Grace hesitated, then nodded. “Oh, okay…” One guy from the crew who was wearing a hat stepped forward and asked them if they wanted to carry on with the date or if they would rather part ways. Grace looked to JJ, knowing the cameras were still rolling, feeling the pressure. She didn’t want to be rude or mean, but she knew she wasn’t feeling a connection.<br><br>“Well, I'd like to start by saying thank you for asking me on this breakfast date, JJ. I’m really flattered.” Grace smiled to herself, then raised her gaze to meet his, her smile warming. She stood from her chair and waited for him to stand as well, hoping to give him a friendly hug. “But as far as continuing this date goes... I dunno. I suppose I'm not really feeling this connection. What do you reckon?” <br><br>Grace held her breath. She was sure that when it was time to return to the villa, they’d ask her to speak about the date in the diary room. And this moment would definitely get mentioned. Already, she was trying to think of what to say about it, and about the date as a whole… not only for the cameras, but more importantly, to Corey. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-08-2019, 22:33:48</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 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach date; breakfast<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> Delaney<br><br><hr><br>It was almost impossible not to enjoy himself while eating a traditional English breakfast with a drop dead gorgeous girl. For Logan, it didn’t get much better than this. She had captivating eyes and a musical sounding laugh, she seemed genuine, yet there was still a bit of mystery surrounding her. Usually, Logan avoided the mystery. He liked knowing what he was going after. <br><br>But… Delaney was different. Who could look at her and not think that? <br><br>He finished up his plate without much difficulty considering his heaping portions and large bites. When he was done, Logan took the fancy cloth napkin and used it to meticulously wipe away at his beard. Hoping he didn’t leave any crumbs behind, Logan folded the napkin and set it down on the table again, before turning back to smile at Delaney. <br><br>She was talking about the traits she looked for in a romantic partner, mentioning a coveted bed for starters. Logan grinned, releasing a chuckle. But as she went on, he felt that she was talking about him, whether she knew it or not. When she bit her bottom lip, he thought about how it must have tasted, and how badly he wanted to lean down and taste it himself. <br><br>When she sipped her mimosa, Logan was reminded that he needed to drink a bit of something as well, and did so. He set the glass down and shifted to face her a little easier. As the breeze rolled in, Logan got to smell the sweet scent permeating off of Delaney’s hair. That aroma mixed with the beach and the salty water was one he knew he wouldn’t forget easily. <br><br>A seagull approached but Delaney didn’t seem interested in sharing. Logan chuckled at the bird, tossing it a piece of bread which landed purposely further down the beach. To her question, Logan nonchalantly set his hand down. His palm landed lightly against her knee. He looked down to where their skin was connected, feeling the electricity shoot through him a moment.<br><br>“I’m passionate about life.” Logan said simply. He raised his head to look into her eyes. “Finding the beauty in the things set out before me. Experiencing life in all of its highs and lows. Knowing that you have to feel both the good and the bad to appreciate each. I’m passionate about writing, about food, about family, about love.” He grinned down at her.<br><br>“Falling in love…” Logan specified. “And also staying in love.” He cocked his head, his thumb slowly rolling over her bare kneecap, while his fingers gently gripped her leg. “The only time I fell in love was when I first met my dog.” He confessed, chuckling at himself quietly. “And frankly, he’s getting old. I think if he could talk, he’d tell me that he wanted me to find someone.” <br><br>Logan wet his lips, his free hand raising to ever so lightly curl a finger and thumb against her chin, cradling it in place and guiding her closer to him. “Maybe that someone’s you. I mean, I do have a bed…” He added that last bit in for good measure, smiling lightly, before he leaned in to press his lips against hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 00:55:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On the beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Grace<br><br><hr><br><br>JJ was no fool.&nbsp; Nor was he any stranger to social cues.&nbsp; It had been clear to him since shortly after the date began that Grace, whatever her reasons, was simply not into him.&nbsp; And while there was a certain amount of vanity in him and no shortage of pride, as any man must he'd long since gotten used to rejection.&nbsp; <br><br>In this case, though, he had to admit that it bothered him less than it might otherwise.&nbsp; While he was certainly attracted to her physically, neither of them had felt the spark necessary to take simple attraction into the realm of pursuit.&nbsp; Her smiles were lovely and she seemed to embody her name... but it just wasn't there.<br><br>When the producer approached them and offered an out, JJ was willing to take it... then when Grace echoed his feelings the decision was cemented.&nbsp; He gave her a warm smile, matching hers, to show there was no hard feeling.<br><strong><br>"You know, Grace, you're a lovely woman and Corey will no doubt soon find out how lucky he is... but I have to admit that I feel the same way you do.&nbsp; No harm, no foul."</strong><br><br>He took her hand and pressed his lips to it chastely, letting it go after a few heartbeats.<br><strong><br>"I wish you the best through the rest of our time here.&nbsp; I hope you find what you're looking for and I'll see you back at the Villa."</strong><br><br>Any look from either her or the camera would show a man disappointed, but willing to move on to the next adventure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 01:57:38</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 | 9:00am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Breakfast date on the beach.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This bikini and cover up, &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7f/0a/27/7f0a27af09999d8f3a7e9ef43de6a23f.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> Logan<br><hr><br>The brush of his hand was received felicitously. Her smile transitioned gently from exuberant to subdued and her free hand drifted down to rest over his. At first he might have wondered if she intended to move it, but her thumb brushed over his skin and she turned toward him ever so slightly instead. At some point she put down her mimosa.<br><br>While he glanced down to their hands her eyes wandered the youthful but rugged planes of his face. For the split second before his eyes raised to meet hers anew she glimpsed the recognition of chemistry. A thrilling recognition that she shared immediately and unequivocally. <br><br><em>Falling in love…</em><br><br>She felt the words as much as she heard them. There was just something about him... gentleness in his eyes and honesty in the way he lowered his voice to make the conversation more personal. It didn’t feel as though he was playing her, so either he was really...<em>really</em> exceptional at the game or in earnest.<br><br>As he mentioned his dog a fraction of the exuberance returned to her smile before fading. She thought to herself that there were no creatures on earth as deserving of love as dogs, but didn’t interrupt him to voice it. Instead she slowly leaned in and met him halfway. <br><br>Her free hand raised to cup his cheek and she closed her eyes, the warmth of her lips freely offered for the span of a few intimate heartbeats. It wasn’t a passionate or brazen kiss but rather tender and sincere with the brief, light flick of her tongue along his bottom lip as she withdrew imparting the same playfulness that had suffused their conversation. <br><br>Despite the awareness that the production team was expecting the date to draw to a close, and despite the conclusion of their kiss, she maintained a measure of closeness. The tanginess of orange juice and the subtle taste of his English Breakfast still lingered pleasantly on the tip of her tongue.<br><br>“I guess we’re just going to have to see…” she said, her voice kept low though the revelry returned to her smile. <br><br>She was looking forward to the prospect. <br><br>“And I look forward to hearing about your writing…and your dog.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 02:13:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/5G5A5279.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 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach date; breakfast <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/5G5A5240.jpg) and these wedges (https://www.lulus.com/images/product/xlarge/3112840_628182.jpg?w=560)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> JJ<br><br><hr><br>She sort of felt it before it was said aloud. That feeling that her intuition was right. But when JJ mentioned Corey, just as she had been thinking about him, Grace felt her heart skip a beat. She blinked at the guy in front of her, realizing that the guy back at the villa was who she was most chuffed to see.<br><br>Grace listened as JJ expressed that he felt the same about their connection, or lack thereof, actually. He was nice about it, just like Grace had tried to be sure she was no longer as icy as she started out. Her smile went even wider as he took her hand and kissed the back of it like the gentleman he wasn’t. <br><br>“Thank you, I hope that the rest of your dates go well. Best of luck, JJ. See you later.” She took a step away, waved at him, then turned and walked down the beach, beyond the line of cameras and crew members, to where the Jeep was waiting for her. Now, to start thinking about what in the world to say about this little date she was just on during the ride back to the villa.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 02:55:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July | Late Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On the beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rhonda<br><br><hr><br><br>At first JJ was at a loss.&nbsp; His breakfast date had ended far sooner than the production team had planned for.&nbsp; He had a solid two hours to kill before lunch.&nbsp; To get his mind off the awkward first date as much to fill the time, he climbed into the paddleboat and tooled around for a bit.&nbsp; It was pleasant with the breeze blowing smoothly through the bay and he'd even noted a place further up the beach that might prove interesting:&nbsp; A small cove set back about thirty meters from the shore that seemed to provided a small amount of shade from the overhanging palms.&nbsp; Perhaps it would prove a nice place to relax out of the sun later.<br><br>After a while, however, even that activity drew stale and he made his way back to the beach just as the crew began to set up the lunch date.&nbsp; He was once again impressed by their efficiency and the rich diversity of the food they were setting up on the table.&nbsp; Tropical breezes fluttered the napkins set amongst plates of tapas sandwiches, fruit bowls, salads and slices of a crusty, dark bread that looked richly delicious even from JJ's distant vantage point. When they had finished he took a seat in the shaded dining area and watched the slow, inexorable rush of the waves as they reached the shore.&nbsp; It was soothing and served as a needed balm for the frustrations of earlier in the day.<br><br>He nodded as he looked at his watch.&nbsp; It was close to the time when Rhonda would arrive.&nbsp; He ran his fingers through his hair casually.&nbsp; With no mirrors nearby he simply had to hope that a producer would primp him if he didn't look presentable.&nbsp; When none of them did, he presumed that he looked camera ready and waited, a smile on his face, for attempt number two of making a connection in this place.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 14:13:16</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 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach date; breakfast<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> Delaney<br><br><hr><br>Logan did his best to read the room, as it were. He tried to pick up on signals and signs. Delaney seemed interested, but she also appeared to be holding her cards rather close to her chest. And what a chest it was… *Ahem.* Focus, man! Part of Delaney’s air may have been due to the fact that she had two other dates lined up right after him, with two other islanders. He wasn’t sure who she chose, but he supposed it didn’t matter either. A connection could be made in a matter of moments and things could change on Love Island instantly.<br><br>Still, he felt like she wanted more from him. And he knew that he wanted to at least test the waters with a kiss. The spark of electrical current that passed from her skin to his when he touched her was sign enough for Logan. But he couldn’t just leave it there. So, even though it had taken him a bit out of his comfort zone to do so, he kissed her much sooner than he normally would have if they were dating on the outside, reminding himself that he only had six weeks here. At most.<br><br>Delaney smiled at him, cupped her hand over top of his and used her eyes to captivate him even further. He felt a bit like he was battling against the current of her gaze, but in the end, he lost the fight and sank deep within it. He had to taste her lips with a warm press of his, firm enough to be felt but gentle enough to be exploratory. When their lips parted, he felt her tongue slash against his lower lip, which naturally made him smirk. She was leaving him wanting more, that much went without saying.<br><br>Another burst of sensation spread over his face when her hand raised to cradle his cheek, its remnants still resonating even after her hand lowered. Logan released her chin and brought that hand down to her lap, resisting the urge to pull her onto his. Delaney expressed, in her hushed tone, that they would just have to wait and see, regarding whether or not that someone for him, was actually her. She mentioned wanting to hear more about his dog and his writing, which made Logan grin even wider. <br><br>He carefully stood from the bench seat then. “Come on,” he held his hand out for her to grab hold of. From behind the cameras he had been hearing the crew discussing that it was time for a new shot because their meal was finished. Logan didn’t bother waiting for a cue and instead led Delaney down the steps from their little balcony area, and onto the sand. Keeping his hand laced with hers, he walked with her along the beach. “I’d love to tell you about it all,” Logan finally added. “Maybe some other time when you’re not booked with other dates,” he joked.<br><br>At the end of their date, he pulled her against him for a warm embrace, his hands bracing her hips and gripping her flesh a little firmer than necessary. Her body pressed against his definitely made him respond, but he hoped it wasn’t too obvious, considering he still had to walk away. “I really enjoyed my time with you,” he whispered into her ear, his lips pressed against her dark locks. “But I best not keep you any longer.” He added, tearing himself away from her, only to kiss her cheek and release her hand. “I’ll see you back at the villa, then.” He tried not to sound gloomy, as he walked off to find the nearest Jeep.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-08-2019, 22:43:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓵 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼</span><br><br>For Mark, the Jeep will arrive to pick him up from the villa at 12:30 pm. He will arrive at the romantic restaurant first, awaiting his lunch date who will join him within the next few minutes. They are driven separately to encourage more conversation during the meal. The seating is entirely outside on the balcony. The entire outdoor section has been reserved for Mark and his lunch date. After their meal, if things have gone well, they can take a stroll to explore the streets together and go shopping. When their date ends, a Jeep will arrive to take his lunch date back to the villa. For his dinner date, Mark and his second date will be meeting at an exquisite restaurant, the entire bar area of which has been reserved just for them. Once they are finished eating, they are free to leave their tables and dance together if they wish to. Live music is performed if the two decide to dance. Two Jeeps will pick them both up and take them both back to the villa separately.<br><br>The following day, Mark will have his third date, which is a breakfast date that is located right on the beach. Jeeps will come and pick them both up separately, same as the other dates. For this particular date, the seats and table have been worked into the sand. After breakfast, if the pair wishes, they are free to stroll down the beach or even use the yoga mats that have been left out, if they desire a bit of a stretch. Once their date is finished, Jeeps will arrive to take them each back to the villa.<br><br>(http://www.kunstvanvertragen.nl/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/divider-pink.png)<br><br>For Thalia, since her first date already happened with Delaney at lunch time, she will be taking her first date to dinner that same evening. She and her date will meet separately at the beach, where a candle display has been set up in the sand, surrounding a table and two chairs. After their date, they are welcome to take a walk along the beach or lay down on the blanket set up nearby and stargaze. When their date is finished, two Jeeps will take them each back to the villa, separately. <br><br>The following day, Thalia has one more date, because she was already on one date with Delaney. For breakfast she will be meeting her date at a restaurant in town. The entire balcony area has been reserved for them. This section is secluded and entirely outdoors. After their breakfast date, they are more than welcome to leave the restaurant and hit the town, where they can walk up and down the streets and even go shopping if they so wish. Two Jeeps will pick them both up and take them back to the villa.<br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Mark's dates:</span><br><br>(https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/5a7df8aff6576e8f8c60a567/1533309407149-SU2XFKHJ10U2J7FOKOV7/belmond-la-residencia.jpg?content-type=image%2Fjpeg) (https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)<br><br>(http://onebigphoto.com/uploads/2013/03/romantic-beach-dining.jpg)<br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia's dates:</span><br><br>(https://www.paresaresorts.cn/admin/uploads/c917d412c5255ec86df3a516746b7086)<br><br>(https://img1.liveinternet.ru/images/attach/c/5/84/757/84757177_3749748_tumblr_lkzt68wF0x1qfateqo1_500.jpg)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 03:01:47</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 | Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lunch date on the beach.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This bikini and cover up, &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7f/0a/27/7f0a27af09999d8f3a7e9ef43de6a23f.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> Thalia<br><br><hr><br>Delaney’s date with Logan had run right down to the last minute, and maybe a few longer than that. She had been enamored with the man and left the whole thing excited to see what came next, both with him and her other dates. The crew hustled her down the beach a short distance to the next table, and in the few minutes that passed between her being in place and the arrival of her next date she fired off a text to Logan and hastily applied a generous amount of sunscreen. <br><br>The lunch table was set for two and a large umbrella overhead provided some welcome shade. Despite the early date, her fair skin hadn’t escaped breakfast unscathed and she could feel the barest hint of sunburn starting on her shoulders and possibly her cheeks. <br><br>As the waves rolled up onto the shore she waited for Thalia and&nbsp; lunch was already being plated for each of them when the announcement came that she was five minutes out. Most of the food was relatively traditional, but familiar. The main course consisted of Croquetas de Jamón which were small fried rolls stuffed with ham and cheese, or if she had requested possibly another type of meat or vegetable. They were served alongside a wide variety of olives, slivers of Manchego cheese, Pimientos de Padrón and a bottle of fruity wine out of Rioja. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>22-08-2019, 21:45:10</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> Restaurant lunch date <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br><div align="center">...Continuing from here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308820.msg15036822#msg15036822)</div><br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/5a7df8aff6576e8f8c60a567/1533309407149-SU2XFKHJ10U2J7FOKOV7/belmond-la-residencia.jpg?content-type=image%2Fjpeg)</div><br>Once the Jeeps arrived in front of an expansive restaurant, Grace was let out when the chauffeur stepped out and opened the door for her. A cameraman was walking backwards in front of her to get the perfect shot. She had to remind herself to try her best to ignore the crew. When they were sitting down at the table, it would likely be less difficult to remember that. <br><br>She made her way inside, after she was led there by the host of the restaurant. The patio area, which was entirely reserved for Mark and herself, was up a couple of floors, so she had to take the lift with the host. A steady sigh left her all at once after the doors parted and the lift dinged. Grace stepped out and thanked the host who had pointed her to the outdoor section. <br><br>There, she found a table in the middle of the arranged seating and before she had the chance to sit down, she was swept up in the beautiful view. In front of her was a mountainous terrain with lovely houses and earth, then on the opposite side, was the ocean. It was just sapphire diamonds as far as the eye could see. Grace was left quite speechless by it. <br><br>In the back of her mind she couldn’t stop herself from wishing that it was Corey who she was about to meet there… instead of Mark, the guy she didn’t know. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 03:20:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> <em>&lt;please insert your name here&gt;</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div align="center"><em>... early afternoon in the Villa</em><br><span class="bbc_u">At Least I'm Tanned</span></div><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>It was sunny, hot, and peaceful. Not exactly the Maldives and Elsa wasn't cuddled up to a cute boy but after another healthy slathering of sunscreen her pale white skin was getting a healthy dose of vitamin sunshine. Since everyone seemed to be coupled up, Elsa defaulted to what she knew, exercising pretty much all morning. She swam laps in the pool for awhile than crawled out and chilled on the sun loungers with a couple of the girls. Not that most stuck around long, they had boys to distract them. Elsa would have probably fallen asleep out there in the sun if her phone didn't blow up. Smiling at the text from Mark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15034190#msg15034190), she responded (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15035564#msg15035564) a little bit quicker than she'd like to admit as a huge wave of relief washed over her. That didn't prevent her from playing it out a bit. She didn't want the hot new guy to think she was to much of a nerd before he got a chance to know her. Her thumbs danced on the phone, rapidly tapping out message after message.&nbsp; It occurred to her that she was definitely not playing it cool. Not her fault. Of course she had seen the new guy come in, everyone had. The boy was as crazy as Johnny had been trouncing around in a suit, worse yet, it was a 3 piece. Elsa had looked down at herself, now dressed in a white bikini and wondering if the boys had received the same memo as the girls. Either way, he sure did look good in that suit. There might have been a small squeal of excitement that escaped her lips during the time span she was typing responses to him but she wasn't going to confess to it.&nbsp; At least not until he immediately responded (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15035579#msg15035579) to her. She definitely let out a burst of noise that would be described by most as an excited squeal when his last text came in. Elsa was grinning at the text like some school girl that had just received a note from a boy. Half collapsing back onto the lounger she let out a breath that she had not realized she was holding all day. The tension drained from her shoulders.<br><br><div align="center"><em>... early that evening</em> <br><span class="bbc_u">I Don't Want to Miss A Thing</span></div><br>Grappling with the concept of appropriate date attire, Elsa went through her wardrobe. She knew what the show wanted her to wear, one of several micro skirts, body con dresses, and/or the tight cute little tops she had. They wanted sexy and girly. This was probably going to be one of those wine and cheese affairs where they give them some watered down wine, a bit of stale bread, and not much else. That's how it went on the other seasons she'd watched. You know it was always the same, make it look good, have banter, show him some leg, and make sexual innuendos. Just the norm. Glancing over her shoulder to the camera that was mounted up in a corner Elsa stuck her tongue out at it and gave the inanimate thing a playful wink. Picking out her clothes, she got dressed, did her hair and makeup before heading out to go join the jeep or car for her ride out to dinner with Mark. <em>#DefyingExpectations</em><br><br>Stepping out of the villa in track shoes, faded ripped jeans, and a white top that made the production assistant stare for a moment. He stood beside the jeep that he'd come in with, holding onto the roll bar. Was he ogling her? Probably not. He'd just expected her to show up in a dress of some kind. That's why he had ordered a car to take her. But the driver of the jeep, a dark complicated older man was not staring for the same reason as his boss was. Elsa just smiled at them both, <strong>"I don't want to be late, we should probably get going."</strong><br><br>It turned out that the chase car had broken down, so in order to get the footage they wanted they all had to get into one car... which was late. In fact, it had not shown up yet and the production assistant was red faced. But there was a jeep still there, his. The two camera guys, a hair/make up artist,&nbsp; and a girl with a boom mic stared at the production assistant. "Fuck," he cursed. "No way, they are going to kill me... oh fuck my life this is really happening. Fine, everyone quick we need to get going." The local driver, the production assistant, two camera operators, and a girl with a boom mic all crammed into the four door jeep, the make up artist crammed into the back with the load of equipment. Last in was Elsa, there was no way they were all going to fit. The production assistant made some suggestions, offered up his passenger seat but while he was yammering on and on about stuff. Elsa crawled in and sat on one of the guys laps. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://st.motortrend.ca/uploads/sites/5/2018/01/2018-Jeep-Wrangler-Sahara-Unlimited-front-side-view-accelerating.jpg?interpolation=lanczos-none&amp;fit=around%7C392%3A261)</div><strong>"I'm good,"</strong> Elsa said. <strong>"Let's go!"</strong> She slapped the side of the front seat and laughed. The man who's lap she sat on laughed nervously as well.<br><br>"I'm going to get fired," the production assistant lamented.<br><br>Hurriedly rushing out of the villa grounds and speeding past some stunned looking security they took off at a good pace. In hushed tones the production assistant was speaking with someone named Phoebe on the phone and giving location and speed. The driver gave him an estimated time of arrival. They were going to make it on time or near enough. His career may yet survive.<br><br>The jeep pulled up, some nervous looking crew outside the restaurant poured out looking for obviously more than one vehicle. They watched in what could be described as stunned horror as all the doors opened up and the back popped open as well. One by one, driver spilled out, production assistant hopped out and ran over to go talk to the now infamous Phoebe. A girl with a boom mic popped out, slapped it back together in a hurry. The makeup girl jumped out the back and started hauling her kit out along with a couple big cases that probably contained camera lighting. And out the sides spilled the camera men, one of them with a petite blond Swedish woman in his lap that he very carefully allowed to slide off and onto her feet. Three ring circus would be the first words that sprung to many a mind as they watched all manner of body and equipment tumble out into the parking lot. By this time they had all became good friends of course just like any who spent at least twenty minutes crammed into that tight of a space together. If anyone was listening to them as they pulled up they probably would have heard them all singing in chorus. A keen audiophile may have recognized the song as Aerosmith's I Don't Want to Miss a Thing, (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ss0kFNUP4P4) or at least a vague rendition of it.<br><br>With that tune playing in her head, Elsa walked into the restaurant. Entering the door, lights shone onto her face like she was walking on stage at a rock concert. Rows of lights queued up and flooded her from below and sides, they even turned on a mobile fan unit to catch her golden locks drifting in the artificially created breeze. With that golden walk on moment filmed they dulled down the lights and she could now see her date standing there looking as dressed up as always. He looked fantastic, tall, handsome, ruggedly good looking, and his eyes had a little hint of anticipation. It might have been exhaustion in his eyes, she couldn't really tell but Elsa's imagination was running in the positive direction at the moment.<br><br><strong>"Hi Mark,"</strong> Elsa said with her characteristic Swedish lilt. <strong>"Thanks for inviting me."</strong> She walked up to him and laughed a little, reaching out to pat him on the arm. "Let's take a seat at the bar?" She didn't wait for a response instead going over and hopping her tush right up onto the stool. She crossed her legs and waited for him to join. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 04:10:59</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> Lunch date with JJ<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> JJ, mentions Logan, Mark, Delaney<br><br><hr><br>Sitting there in the back of a jeep, Rhonda had a bit of time to reflect on her madness of a morning. More specifically, she could sit there and think about how a morning that she intended to spend with Logan turned so topsy-turvy. It started off with his absolutely mental idea of a reasonable wake up time. They were practically on vacation, dammit. How does one wake up so early? Did he even work out? Did he go around and take stock of the other villa residents? Did he just have to let go of some gas since they weren't quite there yet in their relationship?<br><br>Relationship.<br><br>They weren't really in a relationship. They were coupled together, as Love Island would describe the pair, but they weren't truly in a relationship. The two of them had dinner, learned more of each other through a cute little game, and eventually slept in the same bed. That's a children's sleepover, if you discount the knowing glances the two exchanged, among other things. Rhonda had planned to continue their game pool side after they had scrounged up breakfast. She was still owed fifteen questions! Instead, he was invited to breakfast with a drop dead gorgeous girl in Delaney, leaving her to wallow in her own sadness over a cup of coffee. Alright, not quite.<br><br>JJ, in perhaps more romantic terms than the gesture deserves, rescued Rhonda from her pit of despair by inviting her out to a lunch date. It was by this invitation that the Asian girl figured that the newcomers were allowed the privilege of selecting dates for the day. She could be wrong, but Love Island isn't that hard to figure out on the surface. Still, being in this vehicle on the way to a date wasn't ideal for Rhonda. There were grandiose plans to walk about the villa property, maybe play some games and have some pleasant competition between her and Logan to work off their first meal of the day. Instead, they were spending more time apart.<br><br>There was some comfort in knowing that the breakfast date between Delaney and Logan didn't stretch any further than that. That is if you ignore how little time it takes to make a real impression - especially when one's time spent on Love Island hinges on whether or not you are standing beside someone at the next coupling. Rhonda wondered if Logan would dive head first into any opportunity that Delaney presented to him, then shook the thought out of her head. That wasn't exactly fair if she was going to be having lunch with another person herself today and another at breakfast tomorrow. Even if she wasn't, she didn't own him, not by a long shot. Rhonda flattened her lips at the prospect of upsetting Logan while at the same time thinking that he had no obligation to her, either. This experience was going to get harder long before it gets easier. <br><br>The jeep crept up to its destination, only bringing Rhonda back from her own soul searching journey once it came to a complete stop. Beach and sand she expected, but the sight of the most serene blue gently crashing against the shore, a seemingly handmade wooden shelter with a gorgeous looking spread underneath it (at least from where she sat in the jeep), and a spectacularly tattoed man sat by it all were surprises. Stepping out from the vehicle, Rhonda closed the door behind her and turned to look at it, expecting it to just drive off. She could see the cameraman looking skeptical through the window, the quirked brow he was wearing essentially telling her to get on with it. Hands were raised in defeat and she turned back to the shelter and her awaiting date. And a whole other expectant production crew. She'll get used to it all. Hopefully.<br><br>Rhonda looked down at the sand before her as she walked, lest she be surprised by a giant rock or a puddle of water. Sand gave way to a boardwalk, making the girl look up to catch JJ in the eyes. They were nearly as captivating as Logan's. They could be just as if it wasn't for the tattoos distracting a tad. Maybe that was the idea?<br><br>"JJ, yeah?" Rhonda offered her lunch date a lazy bow, then stood up straight and winked at him. "I would have been earlier but, you know, island traffic is awful this time of day." She glanced over at the television crew she walked by earlier, but was sure the look was only obvious to her would-be date. "I bet they've been giving you updates, anyway."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 14:08:20</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> Restaurant - Lunch date<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> Grace<br><br><br><hr><br>Absolutely none of this felt like a date.&nbsp; It all felt...off. Right up to and including the moment where he took note of the host leading Grace into the restaurant even before Mark was able to get out of the jeep he had been assigned to.&nbsp; Of course he needed to let all of this go.&nbsp; Let the awkwardness go.&nbsp; &nbsp;This whole thing wasn't going to be easy.<br><br>He slipped out of the jeep and without hesitating he slipped his dress jacket off his shoulders, down his arms and held it in one hand.&nbsp; Proceeding to walk in the direction Grace had been led and waiting for the elevator to return.&nbsp; While waiting he loosened his tie, untying the knot and slipping it free only to then release the top button...and then the next two.&nbsp; If he was going to be uncomfortable...he might as well be comfortable.<br><br>His nostrils flared as he inhaled slowly and smoothly even as the elevator doors opened and he was encouraged to head towards the patio.&nbsp; Exhaling smoothly as he took note of the view.&nbsp; They were up higher than he anticipated and he saw Grace in the outfit she had chosen, framed by a spectacular Majorcan view.<br><br>He placed his jacket and tie on a nearby empty table and realized that this is one of those Instagram moments that he had been told about.&nbsp; An opportunity to take a picture of Grace and the view, or of Grace, him and the view.&nbsp; Seeing her standing there alone and looking out over the Majorcan countryside there was an urge to not disturb her.&nbsp; He'd been here for two hours and was ready to snap.&nbsp; She'd been here for atleast a day.&nbsp; He wondered if everyone was kindof frustrated.<br><br>He left his phone where it was...not bothering to take a picture and not wanting to bother Grace.&nbsp; Silently he approached and moved to the table that had been set.&nbsp; Pulling out the chair for her to sit as he spoke, <em>"That is a fantastic view..."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 14:28:13</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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<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><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><br><hr><br>Elsa had arrived.&nbsp; Sure...she had some help from the production team with strategically placed lights and even a fan to make her long, blonde hair dance about but there was no denying that the woman knew how to make an entrance.&nbsp; An entrance in jeans no less with running shoes and a top that looked like it might have been painted on.&nbsp; She was certainly sending a message to him and the viewers although what that message said was still not clear to him.&nbsp; Some might take that her arriving in jeans to a first date such as this as a sign of a lack of investment in the date or in him.<br><br>After the day that he had and the suit that he had incorrectly chosen to wear.&nbsp; He could appreciate Elsa's desire to be comfortable...and aside from all of that, she still looked fantastic.&nbsp; She was smiling...that was nice.&nbsp; &nbsp;She thanked him for inviting him.&nbsp; That was noted and also nice and for a moment it made him think back to the date with Grace.&nbsp; The difference in energy was readily apparent.<br><br>It was difficult not to smile when he heard her talk.&nbsp; There was a curious cadence to the way she spoke and that only contributed to the charm of the woman.&nbsp; She seemed to have a plan and that was never a bad thing so without need for further prompting he followed her to the bar.&nbsp; Watching her settle spritely atop the bar stool as he simply stood next to her. <br><br><em>"Thanks for accepting the invite."</em> He began to take off his jacket, letting it slip down his arms and placing it on a nearby barstool.&nbsp; Fingers moving to the buttons of his cuffs, releasing them and rolling his sleeves up as far as he was able exposing half of his forearms.&nbsp; He recalled what Logan had shared with him about Elsa having lost one half of her pairing and how that was most likely the reason why Mark was here earlier than expected.&nbsp; <em>"Considering the last twelve hours you must have had, I appreciate you showing up and being so nice about it."<br></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 15:22:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div> Adjusting in her seat, Elsa practically wagged her tail with excitement as she looked him up and down at a glance. She tried not to make it obvious but the little grin that still curled the corner of her lips gave away her approval. Watching him take off his jacket and roll up his sleeves was a bit like watching artwork move, in fact as he revealed more of his arms there was indeed obvious artwork all up his arms and she noticed that it trailed all along his hands as well. His body was a canvas, a chiseled and tall gorgeous canvas. The soft warm lighting of the restaurant contributed to his appearance as it applied a sort of natural sepia tone to all the colors especially giving him a warm tanned tone to his skin. <br><br>There was a bit of nervous laughter as Elsa adjusted her hair and looked up at him when responding. Elsa said, <strong>"I'm excited to be here and just really happy you chose me to get to know."</strong> She glanced about. <strong>"They picked a beautiful location. Can't believe we have it all to ourselves."</strong>&nbsp; She couldn't help herself as her eyes went up and down him again before she started to laugh a bit more. <strong>"I'm so nervous and I don't know why... This is a bit like speed dating isn't it? You have x amount of time to ask as many questions as possible but they have to be the right ones and at the same time find some way to catch a spark. No worries there, as my friends in London would say, I fancy you for sure. Good looking boy you are. They certainly did their job of stacking the villa with good looking men."</strong> She put her lips together and took a long breath, a sort of sigh to calm her nerves. It didn't help, she could smell his cologne and part of her wanted to bury her face in chest and just take a deep breath. Damn he smelled good.<br><br>Elsa reached her hand out to touch Mark again, this time near his chest where his tie neatly tucked down into his vest. <strong>"I love the suit but you must be melting in it. My father always had a tendency to overdress as well... Do you mind?"</strong> If he let her, she was going to start unbuttoning his vest while talking to him and probably loosen his tie a little. It was perhaps a force of habit from being around men in suits her whole life or perhaps it was because she just wanted to touch him. Maybe she was just fidgety and nervous. He'd probably have to ask her if he wanted to know what she was up to. <br><br>Continuing, Elsa said, <strong>"Why don't you just give me the spiel you've probably been telling women all day. Where you from? What do you do? And why did you pick me? And please don't say that you picked me because I was single and it was easy. No girl wants to hear that, even if it is true. Create a pretty lie for me."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 16:56:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July | Shortly after Noon <br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On the beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rhonda<br><br><hr><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;JJ had spent a fairly eventful past couple of days.&nbsp; From the time that the producers had told him their plans for him he’d been running essentially non-stop on adrenaline and caffeine with a splash of alcohol thrown in for seasoning.&nbsp; Occasionally in his life he’d had bursts of this kind of activity, so it wasn’t enervating in the way it might have been otherwise.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; But then day two kicked off with a date that could charitably be described as uncomfortable.&nbsp; Whatever her reasons, and as congenial as she’d been in conversation, his date had been a cold fish.&nbsp; It had been… what, years, certainly?... since he’d been on a date with someone as disinterested in him as she was.&nbsp; While JJ had no shortage of ego, he felt more frustrated than spurned.&nbsp; After all, he’d been just as eager to move on as she had been.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; So when Rhonda arrived, chipper and joking lightly, it was a breath of fresh air.&nbsp; The fact that he saw her begin to react magnetically to his eyes before catching herself was a mild balm to him.&nbsp; Here was something he understood: Raw attraction.&nbsp; He felt it for her, too, thankfully.&nbsp; As starts to a date went, there were worse.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>“JJ, yeah?&nbsp; I would’ve been earlier but, you know, island traffic is awful this time of day. I bet they’ve been giving you updates anyway.”</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; After her cheeky bow and introduction, JJ gave her a welcoming smile and kissed her cheek European-style, his warm, strong hands on her shoulders.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“That’s me.&nbsp; Got caught behind some migrating crabs, did you?”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He laughed good-naturedly and gave her a playful wink.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Don’t sweat it.&nbsp; What’s the quote?&nbsp; ‘Time waits for no man… but it’ll wait for a beautiful woman’?&nbsp; Something like that.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He took his hands off her shoulders and offered one to her, pulling out her chair with the other.&nbsp; Once she was seated, he poured out a Mimosa for both of them, grabbed himself one of the small tapas sandwiches (ham and cheese, looked like) and sat back in his chair.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Crazy couple of days, huh?&nbsp; I’m getting the feeling this is going to be a wild ride.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; While they spoke he let his eyes take in the woman he sat next to.&nbsp; She was petite and curvy, and her clear Asian heritage gave her a bit of an exotic look.&nbsp; While his light hazel eyes sized her up, he was gentlemanly enough not to let them linger too long on any one area.&nbsp; Instead he took his mental inventory and committed to meeting her eyes as often as possible during their date from that point forward.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“So tell me something you’re passionate about, Rhonda.&nbsp; What puts a goofy smile on your face more than anything else?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 17:44:23</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> Restaurant lunch date <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/5a7df8aff6576e8f8c60a567/1533309407149-SU2XFKHJ10U2J7FOKOV7/belmond-la-residencia.jpg?content-type=image%2Fjpeg)</div><br>Grace pulled her phone out while she still had a few moments to spare and took a picture of the view. It automatically saved to her Love Island library, briefly making her wonder if all of her saved images would be uploaded to the cloud later for her to save to her personal phone’s library. Certainly, she wanted to remember the things that she was taking pictures of.<br><br>She sent the picture to Corey in a quick text message along with some simple words.<br><br>The sound of someone approaching made her click her phone off straight away, before she turned to look at the source of sound. Mark was there, wearing a bit less clothing than before, and observing the same view as she was. Only his view had her in it. He called it beautiful - the view - and Grace smiled warmly. “It really is.” <br><br>He had pulled out her chair for her, so Grace took it as a cue for her to move closer. There were menus on the set table already, along with two glasses of ice water. But Grace felt like she had only just recently had breakfast. How hungry she was for lunch at this point remained to be seen. Then again, the cameras weren’t really interested in the meal they were eating. <br><br>The crew got into positions all around them, some cameramen hovering, others pulling chairs up and setting cameras down on tables. They kept the angle of the wide view largely untouched so that it would look as picturesque on the telly as it did in person. Or close enough, anyway. “I wonder how high up we are,” she casually mentioned, scooting her chair closer to the table.<br><br>She placed her bag down at one end of the table then picked up the menu and started to peruse. After a moment of a lull, she picked her head up and looked at Mark earnestly, a bit of a sigh escaping her. “I’m sorry, look, I know that you’re new and you probably don’t know, and maybe it doesn’t matter in the end of all of this…” Grace took a moment to steady her breaths.<br><br>“But I am coupled up with someone who I actually genuinely like. Which I’ve been finding is a bit rare here.” Grace looked a bit relieved after saying it out loud. Her gaze fell away from Mark. “This isn’t very fair to you. It wasn’t very fair to JJ either, who took me out on a breakfast date this morning.” She wrinkled her nose slightly, looking out at that view again. “I’m sorry for wasting one of your dates.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 19:12:13</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> Restaurant - Lunch date<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> Grace<br><br><br><hr><br>He'd noticed the phone.&nbsp; It was one more way for her to create distance but fortunately what she said next really was able to explain what was going on from the moment he saw her walk down the stairs and rush off to her jeep.<br><br>He was irritated...not with her.&nbsp; With the show.&nbsp; This is what they did.&nbsp; Send people into minefields where there's no hope...and that's great t.v.&nbsp; He supposed he could give them what they wanted.&nbsp; He could snarl or be a shit to her.&nbsp; He could be as cool and aloof to her as she had been to him but the truth of it was that if she just didn't feel anything then...how is that her fault?<br><br>He moved away from her and grabbing the chair that had been beside her, he instead moved it around to the far side, putting the table between the two of them to give her more space and turning his back on the view.<br><br>He placed his hands palms down upon the table...his index finger tapping three times as he thought...before lifting his eyebrows and giving her a smile.&nbsp; <em>"Apology accepted."</em>, nodding his head once as if that concluded it for him.&nbsp; <em>"So.&nbsp; Do you need to go back to him?&nbsp; We can talk if you like but if not, I get it."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 21:54:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div> ... <em>"You take your time and breathe alright?" </em>Is what Mark said to her. Elsa obeyed. She breathed and her shoulders relaxed a bit more, the tension coming out. She liked that he was standing next to her, it felt more casual, a bit like going to the bar and just having a random stranger walk up to her and start flirting. Less pressure.<br><br><em>"The suit was way too much...."</em> Mark explained what happened and Elsa responded with smiles and a little chuckle as she surreptitiously continued to get his vest undone and tie loosened.<br><br><strong>"Let me,"</strong> Elsa said as she got him to turn around so she could remove his vest entirely. Using her hand to smooth out the wrinkles, Mark's muscles felt like steel cords under the expensive white shirt. Her chuckles continued off and on as he talked. He thought she was playing the game, that amused her a little but it was still worrying.<br><br><strong>"I'm not here to play games with your feelings. I'm really not here to play any sort of games other than the challenges they give to us. Which I do plan on winning, I'm a competitive sort."</strong> She was grinning at that.<strong> "The whole point of me being in the villa was to meet someone. Not sure if it will go anywhere other than friends when it's all over but I can dream about more, right?"</strong> Not realizing she was doing it, her hand had drawn back down along his forearm and over his hand. She didn't exactly hold his hand but her slender small fingers did dance across his before she withdrew them to rest on her lap.<br><br><strong>"I can assure you that I fancy you because I feel a definite attraction. Your accent is killer by the way. Not sure where you're from but it's very cute. I'm thinking American but you totally dress like European aristocracy so you're maybe British or French born but raised in Canada? I'm rambling because I don't even know how to respond to what you said."</strong> Giving it pause to think she began to try to respond to his concerns. <strong>"The boy I was originally paired up with gave me that vibe of like a high street banker, I think he was super obsessed with winning and money. I picked him because of the suit and he had a killer smile, plus he was outgoing and I'm not nearly as outgoing as you might think. He seemed like an easy guy to get to know. He actually wasn't my first pick. Seemed like a fun and easy pick is all. I mean, who knows anyone on first sight alone. We didn't even get to see intro videos. It's to bad you didn't get to watch the first night's episode. I was talking to him and questioning him about his intentions. Basically I was doing what you're doing right now. I know there's a technique from some psych course that I took or in something that I read where you can ask a series of questions and determine if the person is lying or not. But I can't remember it and it's killing me. Otherwise I'd probably be putting the iron to you."</strong> She laughed again. <strong>"So what do you want out of your experience in the Villa? And what's that about being into fitness? I could go on forever about fitness stuff. I pretty much live in the gym."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>23-08-2019, 23:20:45</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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<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 is off...possibly more.&nbsp; Stay tuned.<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><hr><br>"Let me." , was her pleasant urging.&nbsp; She could have simply taken the vest off and leave it at that but then she took a moment to run her hand down his back for no other reason than to touch him.&nbsp; The attention was nice.<br><br>As she did that, he completely loosened the knot for his tie, slipping it free of the collar and placing it on the barstool with his jacket.&nbsp; He turned smoothly and met her gaze again, choosing to stay close.&nbsp; <em>"I didn't frame that properly.&nbsp; &nbsp;I don't think you're toying with me or playing with my emotions.&nbsp; I just don't get that feeling from you..."</em> , he gave her an amused look and laughed quietly.<br><br><em>"If that was your game though and you're this good at hiding it.&nbsp; I really don't think I'd be mad about it.&nbsp; You're the goods, Elsa."</em><br><br>He supposed they could move to the table that had been set for them but he liked her sitting on the barstool.&nbsp; She really did look fantastic.<br><br>He moved his head slightly from side to side as he thought about her question regarding what he wanted out of this experience.&nbsp; <em>"Well...I want to stay here and get to know some people.&nbsp; If all the encounters I have continue to be like the one you and I are having...well...that's fantastic.&nbsp; It might result in some difficult decisions or difficult conversations...but my father liked to say that nothing worth having never came easy.&nbsp; So...I'm just here to roll with things and see what happens."</em><br><br>He lifted his chin slightly as he looked to her and gave her a smile.<br><br><em>"As for fitness. Well...you're a specimen.&nbsp; When you said you're a crossfit competitor it certainly caught my attention.&nbsp; I'm familiar with crossfit and have done it off and on over the years.&nbsp; At the very least, Elsa...it would be fun to go through one of your routines and see if I can keep up."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>24-08-2019, 00:20:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>Elsa's head nodded a little in understanding as Mark spoke. She could see his point of view and she was glad that she possibly misunderstood what he said earlier. It gutted her to think that she might be coming across as insincere or something. But it really seemed like maybe he did get her and that was a big deal. She took a brief moment to glance at the band playing. It was cute and very romantic. She closed her eyes a moment to listen to them play, every low strum reverberated in her chest. Elsa opened her eyes to find that his eyes were on her still. He was always watching her and looking into her eyes. It almost made her bashful but she couldn't turn away for more than a moment. She liked it. He had beautiful penetrating eyes, it made her feel vulnerable in front of him and that was a sensation that she had not felt with a man in a long time. The smile he gave her cemented that feeling, she couldn't help but smile and blush a little.<br><br>Elsa grinned at him, <strong>"You know you're welcome to work out with me any morning. I'm using my time in the villa as a break from the training routine but I'll happily put you through the grinder. If for no other reason then just to see you sweating. I'm pretty sure that every girl in the villa will thank me for it. You know I forgot that I had mentioned the Crossfit stuff. It's been a passion of mine since I was at boarding school. Without my brothers around I wasn't playing as many sports like I did with them so I started training. I won the under eighteen Swedish women's title one year before going international. My biggest challenge is upper body strength and my tiny little legs. Ever see the blocks? You have to jump up and down off of them. It's almost as tall as I am. I struggle on it every time. And the farmer's carry, where you race while holding a weight on either side is brutal. I have to lift them higher than the other competitors and can't get my little legs to move fast enough."</strong> She let out a sigh. <strong>"Maybe you can help me with it all. I'll do some pushups with you on my back and make all the boys wish they could bench as much as I can."</strong> She held up her hands and shook them back and forth in a quick no-no motion. <strong>"I'm joking, please don't sit on my back unless there's massage oils involved."</strong> Elsa was laughing.<br><br><strong>"So what are we going to do about all these other women throwing themselves at you? If this was a night club or something I'd convince you to take me out for some fresh air so I could get you away from them. This villa set up really is a trap. You meet a person you like and they quickly toss him into the lioness's den. And that's right, I just compared you to a piece of meat. A big hunk of tatted up sexy meat. And all us girls are hungry lionesses. What's a poor boy like you going to do about it? I bet it must be horrible for you."</strong> She looked to the table that was set up. <strong>"Should I be moving over there? Will they get upset with us if we just move the drinks over here?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>24-08-2019, 01:31:24</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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<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 (thanks to Elsa and her attentive fingers*<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><hr><br>She was an absolute bundle.&nbsp; There were some people that were chatty and it felt as though they were drilling holes in his soul and letting all his energy drain out.&nbsp; Elsa wasn't one of those people.&nbsp; It might be due to his feeling that she wasn't talking to just hear herself talk.&nbsp; She was talking because she wanted to know more...and well...she was stressed.&nbsp; He recalled mentioning to Logan how unnatural all of this felt and he experienced that first hand with Grace a few hours ago.&nbsp; He had felt stressed and now...well...this was altogether easy even if the whole situation was a bit unusual.<br><br>"You know you're welcome to work out with me any morning. I'm using my time in the villa as a break from the training routine but I'll happily put you through the grinder."&nbsp; Mark's blue eyes took on a slightly different look when she offered to put him through the grinder.&nbsp; He smiled but his eyes got harder...more predatory. He liked working hard.&nbsp; He liked being pushed, particularly so by people who didn't know what he was capable of.&nbsp; It was possible that Elsa was a beast and she'd be leaving him in a coma on the ground...it was also possible he'd blow her doors off.&nbsp; Either result seemed good to him.<br><br>He had not ever really been a part of the club scene but he suspected this was akin to what he might experience if he'd done such.&nbsp; There had been women here and there and when he moved to California for the modelling gig, things had exploded temporarily for him when it came to encountering women but Love Island was different.&nbsp; They deliberately put two attractive people on a collision course and just nature...take it's course.<br><br>It was nothing if not entertaining no matter if it went badly like this afternoon...or excellently like tonight with Elsa.<br><br>There was an urge to reach out and touch her...but that wasn't really his thing.&nbsp; It wasn't out of lack of confidence but his mother had made it clear to him when he was younger that the only thing that meant yes...was yes.&nbsp; So...he stayed close.&nbsp; By the things she was saying to him, he didn't feel like he was pressing her into a place she didn't want to be in but it never hurt to give a woman you just met space.<br><br>He laughed quietly, placing a hand atop the bar as he met her eyes once more.&nbsp; <em>"Listen...you're sweet but you've got the read all wrong.&nbsp; I'm not convinced the women are going to be acting quite the way you say.&nbsp; There's a good many excellent guys at the villa.&nbsp; I'm just going to try to keep up...and not step on too many toes."</em>&nbsp; He shook his head slightly and gave her a confident grin.&nbsp; <em>"I know you joke, <br>&nbsp;but it's not even remotely horrible for me.&nbsp; Case in point...I'm in a room with a stunning woman and all of her attention is fixed on me.&nbsp; This is...good for the soul.&nbsp; You are good for the soul."</em><br><br>He looked to the bartender and motioned with his chin...only to have the bartender arrive a heartbeat later.&nbsp; There were perks to being the only two in the restaurant.&nbsp; <em>"The lady would like to eat at the bar if that's alright?&nbsp; Also...drinks."</em> , he looked back to Elsa. <em> "What would you like, Elsa?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>24-08-2019, 02:22:12</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> Restaurant lunch date <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/5a7df8aff6576e8f8c60a567/1533309407149-SU2XFKHJ10U2J7FOKOV7/belmond-la-residencia.jpg?content-type=image%2Fjpeg)</div><br>Grace had hoped that the phone wasn’t spotted before she quickly slipped it back into her purse again. It was rude to be checking through a phone whilst on a date, after all. And she didn’t want to be rude, even if she wasn’t interested in Mark in a romantic way. <br><br>She wished that the rules were a little different in that if a person didn’t actually want to go on a date, they could refuse. And then that person would get a second chance to ask someone else to go on a date. <br><br>At the table, her words burst forth like she couldn’t keep from spilling them out whatsoever. It felt like the right thing to do, be honest about what she was feeling and lay it all out there for them both to deal with together. Not that she expected this stranger to pick up her messy pieces.<br><br>Grace couldn’t help making a bit of a wrinkled face when Mark deliberately picked up his chair and moved it far away from her before sitting down in it. She suspected she had just soured his day immeasurably, despite her intentions not to. She frowned slightly, despite Mark’s acceptance of her apology. <br><br>He inquired about the need to go back to Corey, which made Grace perk up. “Is that… allowed?” She hesitated, looking over towards someone on the crew or some sort of confirmation. He offered to talk and Grace gave a gentle shrug of her shoulders. “I could tell you about one of the girls in the villa who is currently without a couple.” She offered.<br><br>“Elsa is her name and I think she might be just your type.” Grace smiled politely at him. Taking another moment to let the lull roll over them. She took a sip from her water glass, set it down gently, and tilted her head toward Mark again. “I really am flattered that you asked me to come here. Honest. Thank you.” She took a moment to look at him. <br><br>“If I can go, then I suppose it’s best for me to leave you to it… before Corey winds up floating on Samantha instead of a floaty device in that pool where I left him.” She chuckled, obviously only making a joke. Though perhaps that joke hinted at a bit of her own worry about leaving Corey alone for the second time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>24-08-2019, 15:07:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div> Listening to Mark's humble opinion of himself was endearing. It was hard to believe that a man that was this stunning could be so unsure of his affect on women. She wondered if anyone had ever told him that he looked like a god before. Forget Chris Hemsworth, Mark was how a god should look. Elsa was quickly trying to trample down those thoughts before she got carried away with herself. Can't let a pretty face fool you, she reminded herself. Must get to know him first. On the exterior she was smiles and playful smirks as he talked. <br><br>Elsa gave him a knowing nod as he called her stunning. <strong>"Oh, see now there's the cheeky silver tongue I knew you had... Good for your soul you say... You are too cute for words."</strong><br><br>Mark called out to the bartender so they could order and asked Elsa what she'd like to drink. <br><br><strong>"I'm missing home a bit. I don't normally drink all that much but if I can I'll take a vodka, Akvavit if you have it. If not, I'll try a house beer."</strong> Elsa hoped the man tending the bar spoke English well. Just in case, she tossed out a rough Swedish tainted Spanish, <acronym title="Please and thank you"><strong>"Por favor y gracias."</strong></acronym> She watched to see what Mark would order. Curious what he liked to drink. <br><br>Elsa continued talking, <strong>"You know you've never really asked me why I dressed down for the date? I didn't mean to make you feel out of place in your suit. The suit is amazing, I just want to repeat that. I really like it."</strong> She smiled. <strong>"I wore this because it's who I am. I have some cute little tops and sexy skirts that I brought but those things are like Friday night, Elsa. She's the girl you take out to a cocktail party or for a romantic dinner. And yes, I get it, that's what this is supposed to be. But you and I have a limited amount of time to get to know each other. I wanted you to meet real me."</strong> She slapped her denim covered thigh. <strong>"This is it, jeans or athletic wear are my clothes of choice. I like a little romance in my life and love cute clothes but I would rather be at the gym or out hiking trails and just generally being active. It's not that I can't sit still, I'm good with that too. A cuddle in bed on a lazy Sunday morning is bliss. But my ideal weekend away from training and work would probably involve backpacking in the alps or taking an off grid trip to some remote village... "</strong> She puzzled for a moment. <strong>"What about you? What do you like to do on your off hours? If you had to tell me something really important about yourself, what do you think I should know? Family, work, where you're from - does it define you? There is so much to ask. But you can skip the favorite color and food parts. As long as your not a total vegan we are good. I'm okay with vegans but you will see me eating meat and some vegans just can't handle that. Oh and I'm not a smoker, so please tell me that you're not a smoker." </strong><br><br>Elsa dropped her head to the bar top for a moment and groaned before she started to laugh. Her head came back up with a smile on it, a few strands of hair wildly out of place. <strong>"It's okay you can laugh at me."</strong> She let out another chuckle. <strong>"This is so hard, I didn't give it enough thought about where to start. I'm terrible at dating in the wild and this is basically blind dating. I don't even know your last name. I'm Elsa Nilssöm by the way. Born in Stockholm and currently living in London for my training."</strong> She motioned with her hand a gesture for him to go. She glanced over at the bartender and gave him a smile too because at this point he was no doubt enjoying the private show he was getting. And how weird it must be for him to have such a private intimate view into someone's awkward first date moments.<br><br>When Elsa had placed her head on the bar top then came back up her arm and hand were now resting only a short distance from Mark's. Her whole body was tilted in just a little closer to him. She had uncrossed and crossed her legs as well to shift her hips into the lean. If her words hadn't made it obvious that she was attracted to him, her body language would make it clear. Unless of course he was just terrible at picking up signals, only time would tell.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>24-08-2019, 15:25:56</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> Restaurant - Lunch date<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> Grace<br><br><br><hr><br>Mark nodded his head slightly and lifted a single eyebrow inquisitively as he spoke.&nbsp; <em>"You suppose it's for the best huh?"</em> He stood&nbsp; and took a moment to place the chair back under the table, leaving Grace alone at it before moving to the elevator and pressing the button to call it.<br><br>While waiting, he turned back to Grace and spoke further.<br><br><em>"You know...when you apologized earlier, I told you I accepted it.&nbsp; We're good.&nbsp; I understand how messed up all of this is and while irritated and frustrated it was with the dynamic of this show and not with you.&nbsp; At the very least we can have a few pleasant hours together chatting and figuring out this crazy situation we're in."</em>&nbsp; He pressed his lips together and inhaled deeply even as the elevator chimed softly and the door slid open.&nbsp; He took a step back...not fully inside the elevator and placed the side of his foot against the door to keep it from sliding shut.<br><br><em>"I'm sure Corey is great.&nbsp; I'm sure you're great but this isn't exactly a shining moment for you.&nbsp; You made absolutely zero effort to get to know anything about me and yet you feel like you know me well enough to suggest that Elsa is just my type?&nbsp; Because you know me so well right?"</em>&nbsp; , lifting his eyebrows speculatively before shaking his head slightly.&nbsp; <em>"Don't piss on my shoes and then tell me it's raining, Grace.&nbsp; You made every effort to passive-aggressively sabotage this...which...hey.&nbsp; Not everyone is going to click which is fine but when given the opportunity to even get to know me because...you know...we're stuck together in a bullshit situation, you don't even want to do that.&nbsp; You could look at this as a single incident and chalk it up to you and I not compatible.&nbsp; That's fine but through your own admission you've already done this to some other guy named J.J.&nbsp; &nbsp;So it's not a matter of it being me that's the problem.&nbsp; It's not you and me that's the problem.&nbsp; It's just you, Grace.&nbsp; You're the problem."</em><br><br>He exhaled slowly...<br><br><em>"It's the second day here and you're treating it like it's day thirty.&nbsp; If you and Corey are so perfect...then go ride off into the sunset with him and open up two spots for people who actually want to participate in the process and treat the other people here with enough respect to actually talk to them rather than texting on their phone.&nbsp; So you seem like you're not sure if you can go and end the date.&nbsp; I'll make it easy for you."</em><br><br>He turned to the nearest camera and looked into it. <em> "I'm done with this date.&nbsp; I'm ready to explore the streets and go shopping...alone."</em>&nbsp; He stayed waiting at the edge of the elevator, the trigger on the door pressed in by the edge of one foot to ensure that it stayed open as he thought she might have something to say in response.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>24-08-2019, 18:25:55</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> Restaurant lunch date <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/5a7df8aff6576e8f8c60a567/1533309407149-SU2XFKHJ10U2J7FOKOV7/belmond-la-residencia.jpg?content-type=image%2Fjpeg)</div><br>Her joke was not only not met with laughter, it actually seemed as if she had done something to thoroughly vex Mark. He repeated her words: <em>’I suppose it’s for the best’</em> taking them into his own voice and making them sound as if they had offended him. Grace blinked and her brows ruffled as she waited for some sort of an explanation when Mark swiftly rose from his chair and turned to walk out. <br><br>Maybe it was an ego thing? The idea of a woman walking out on him was so unfathomable that he had to do it first? Even though he was the one who sort of suggested it…?<br><br>He turned around to look back at her as he waited for the elevator, all bristly and preparing for a word battle, or so it appeared. Then came those infamous two words before a verbal attack was launched <em>‘You know…’</em><br><br>Grace tensed everywhere, holding her breath as Mark spoke to her from halfway across the balcony. <br><br>He reminded her that he accepted her apology - nothing about how he appreciated her honesty, but hey, maybe he didn’t - and understood the frustrating parts of the show that they were on, but apparently he had expected to enjoy her company for a couple of hours.<br><br>Grace felt her jaw drop a little, not with the intention of speaking, but in actual surprise. The doors dinged in front of him and he moved to step in. By then, Grace had stood from her seat, both to get a better look at him and to potentially stop him from leaving.<br><br>Mark mentioned Corey by name, and Grace’s heart stopped for a minute. She blinked, forced herself to swallow and willed herself to focus. He said this moment wasn’t a shining one for her. As if out of habit, she scoffed. He went on to say that he felt she made no effort with him at all and knew nothing about him, therefore had no right to essentially pawn him off to Elsa. <br><br>This time her lips parted wider with the intention of speaking, but Mark wasn’t finished. He thought she sabotaged their date, and that she did this earlier with JJ. He said she was the problem. Grace shrank slightly. Her next blink was a wet one, as her mouth finally closed. <br><br>Apparently she was wrong for committing to Corey. For wanting to commit to him. Mark sarcastically told her to go off into the sunset with him, and give up their spots to two people who would participate in the process. Then he decided to end the date right then and there.<br><br>Grace grabbed her purse and marched over to him, holding her hand against the lift’s door opening so that even if he slid his shoe away, the doors still wouldn’t close on her. “Now, hold on. That’s not fair. You’ve said a lot to me just then and I feel that I deserve at least a chance to respond. Don’t you?” She searched his eyes for a moment.<br><br>She sighed and lowered her head, then her arm, stepping out of his way. “Please, let’s go back and sit. I’m sure you’re hungry.” Grace now felt like she was walking on eggshells and had to watch exactly how she was phrasing everything from here on out. “Or we can talk here if you’d prefer, just please…” she gestured for him to exit. “You standing in the lift makes me anxious and I can’t think properly.” <br><br>Assuming Mark was alright with at least getting out of the elevator, she took a step backward to make more room for him. With a heavy exhale, Grace picked her head up again and sniffled, blinking rapidly in a clear effort to hide her emotions. She cleared her throat and met his gaze.<br><br>“I think we really misunderstood each other just then. So, if you’d just let me, I’d like to apologize if I offended you. I thought it was best to leave because I was forthcoming with you and shared that I wanted to pursue Corey. I thought that maybe you wouldn’t want to spend the rest of your afternoon with someone who isn’t romantically available. I didn’t mean anything by it.”<br><br>She felt her shoulders hunch slightly. “And when you suggested that I go, I guess I took that as your way of saying you’d rather me leave, as well. So I shouldn’t have assumed that and I apologize.” Grace took a moment to recall what else had been said. <br><br>“As for the part about Elsa, I…” Grace sighed, glancing sideways at the floor, before meeting Mark’s gaze again. “I only mentioned her because I overheard you and Logan at the kitchen earlier talking about her. And… beyond that, if I’m being completely honest, there are two girls who are currently single. Apart from the new arrival. And that’s Elsa and Samantha.” <br><br>She wasn’t proud of what she was about to say next, it was evident. Her hands met in front of her and started fidgeting together. “Samantha made it clear at the first coupling ceremony that she’s interested in Corey. It seemed that the only reason she didn’t steal him away from me was because it’d create unnecessary drama.” <br><br>Grace glanced down at her knotted fingers. “So, part of the reason I wanted Elsa in a couple was because I don’t want her to go home, selfishly. She’s been very nice to me and I’d like her to stay. And… I… didn’t mention Samantha because, well, the opposite is true about her.” She raised her hands in a sign of surrender. “I know, that wasn’t very nice.” <br><br>She took another moment to collect her thoughts and take a deep breath. “Getting back to you and I… I am genuinely flattered that you asked me on this date. Truly, I appreciate it. But, at the same time, I felt something with Corey that I’ve not felt with any other guy here.” She laid it out as simply as she could. “I sparked with him and I’ve not sparked at all with anyone else.” <br><br>She paused, rolled her lips together, then carried on. “Maybe I haven’t given myself enough of a chance to spark with someone else. And that is my fault. But because it was so instant with Corey, I guess I felt like I didn’t need to settle for anything less than that.” Her tone was a sweet and kind one, she wasn’t trying to start anything. <br><br>“I’ve been away from the villa all day and haven’t had a chance to spend much time with him. But before I can think about romantically getting invested in someone new, I’d have to know that it wouldn’t work with Corey. And right now, I just don’t feel like that’s the case. I think if we’d have the time, it would work out.” She thought back to their kiss last night. That kiss had to be the first of many more to come, right?<br><br>Grace sighed, her shoulders slumping a bit. “I didn’t mean to put you off. I’m sure you’re great and you’re right, I don’t know you. So maybe it’s not fair of me to say that there isn’t a connection. Maybe I am afraid of having two connections at once so I don't let myself get there at all. I just… I’m new to this situation. I’ve dated the wrong guys forever and I’ve finally met a good one in Corey and I’d just be an absolute idiot to let him go, I think.” <br><br>She looked at him then, hoping her explanation for everything made more sense. “Have I cleared the air? Can we get back to lunch? Please?” She requested, knowing full well he could pie her off if he wanted to, regardless of her actual effort expended in trying to salvage what was left of their date. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>24-08-2019, 21:10:10</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<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dinner date on the beach.<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> Owen<br><hr><br><br><br><em>“Do you think you wear a mask?’<br>‘I’m wearing one right now.’ Valentino smiled softly. ‘We both are.’<br>‘It’s a sad thought.’<br>‘Yes,’ he said. ‘But sometimes I wonder about the alternative. Imagine if we had no secrets, no respite from the truth. What if everything was laid bare the moment we introduced ourselves?”</em> <br><br><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; <em>― Catherine Doyle, Vendetta</em><br><br><hr><br><br>Delaney had been blessed with the singular privilege of watching sunsets all over the world. Not just from posh balconies in Paris, or Rome but as a backdrop to rugged and remote landscapes the likes of which few had ever seen. Despite the controversial nature of the mining industry, it afforded her a unique opportunity to glimpse the world through an unexpected lens and now, in a strange turn of events, Love Island was responsible for another breathtaking view to catalog with the rest. <br><br>In her short time she had met some truly wonderful people and experienced a remarkable amount of stress. Uncertainty sowed itself within the ranks and as one of the female production assistants generously rubbed aloe, then sunscreen over her back&nbsp; she couldn’t help but wonder if she wanted to stay or go. <br><br>The prospect of breaking up couples proved significantly more daunting than she had expected. Even her fiercely competitive nature waved the flag of defeat to the profoundly uncomfortable reality of being the instigating party. <br><br>Owen was the last of her three dates and the day had been a whirlwind. The announcement that he was 10 minutes out came just as the PA finished and Delaney was left in relative peace to finish her bottle of water and slip her sundress on over her bikini. <br><br>In a few short minutes she stood refreshed, quietly introspective, and awaiting the company of an achingly handsome rugby player.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>25-08-2019, 07:47:36</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> Lunch date with JJ<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> JJ<br><br><hr><br>That was a first. It was never really a thing to be greeted by a set of kisses on both cheeks back home, even in the Frenchiest parts of Montreal. Rhonda took the ones she received from JJ without acting too out of place, she thought. "Yeah, there was like, a family of 'em. I thought at one point we were done with crabs and then all of the babies came up after. Sooo annoying." Going along with the joke did definitely sound a lot better than her not paying attention to the drive to the beach because she was too fixated on what the implications of this date meant for her and her future on Love Island.<br><br>Rhonda couldn't hide the smirk on her face as JJ joked about her being late, tossing a subtextual compliment into his quote. Or at least she was going to take it as a compliment. When her date pulled out a chair for her, she ran her hands along the underside of her legs to ensure that her romper wasn't going to get caught between her thighs and the chair in a compromising way, then took a seat. Granted, the outfit was long enough to hide all of her naughty bits and there was a bikini bottom covering her anyway, but it helped to be cautious. The impression made with flashing a stranger was not one she wanted to make with JJ.<br><br>Watching her lunch date pour champagne into flutes and topping it up with orange juice, Rhonda sighed heavily in exaggerated relief. "You have no idea how happy I am to see something alcoholic." She laughed after making her joke reinforcing the idea that the last few days have been absolutely mental. "Yeah. Believe it or not, I don't always get to go on dates with guys on television."<br><br>Taking the flute into her hand, Rhonda sipped at her mimosa. Her first gulp was a bit too much for someone who hadn't eaten anything yet today, making her scrunch her facial features a bit as the liquid traveled through her quicker than she would ever want. Looking to rectify that, she set the glass down again and eyed the food in front of her. She grabbed a cute little sandwich that was cut into a triangle. Her first bite was almost spit out when JJ asked her about something she was passionate about. Starting out heavy!<br><br>"Passionate about? Oh, geez. I don't even know how to get started on that question. Let me think..." Rhonda's eyes looked about the area for some sort of inspiration to her answer. The beach, the shore, and the waves of the ocean were offering her nothing. The sights just emptied out her mind and filled it with peaceful bliss. Settling her gaze on the food just reminded her about how hungry she was, making her grip her tiny triangle sandwich in two hands in case it were to get blown away in the light sea breeze. Shifting to JJ himself, she looked him over in search of a revelation.<br><br>The more Rhonda looked at JJ, the more she saw than just a crazy amount of tattoos. He was definitely someone who tended to himself. His hair was almost too perfectly settled into a single, uniform shape for him to not have cared in the slightest about it. His outfit was more suited to the weather than most of the others back in the villa and did nothing to hide the definition in his body. She could absolutely appreciate that. It left her with little wonder why the show would be perfectly fine letting him loose on the other villa residents the second day and not be among one of the original seven. He'd do fine on his own.<br><br>"What am I passionate about..? Well, food is one thing. Leave me alone with everything on this table and it'll be gone before the next meal is brought out!" Rhonda took a large bite out of her sandwich and chewed on it. It gave her more time to think about how to elaborate on that answer. "Other than that? I dunno... maybe romancing men on television. That one excites me!" Rhonda laughed, fortifying the idea that she really wasn't someone who went on TV to date people. She didn't need a TV to do that.<br><br>She pointed a pinky at JJ, starting at his face and then moved it to his feet and back up again. "You must be an investment banker or something, huh? Maybe a really edgy one."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>25-08-2019, 15:27:59</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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<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 (thanks to Elsa and her attentive fingers)<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><hr><br>He smiled as Elsa ordered a vodka; a brand that he assumed was from Sweden.&nbsp; The bartender nodded his head and stayed silent before turning his head to Mark.&nbsp; Mark nodded his head and held up two fingers, speaking in a low tone so as not to interrupt Elsa talking.<br><br><em>"Same."</em><br><br>Discipline around diet, including alcohol was a significant contributor to the fitness levels he needed to maintain to be good at his job...his real job.&nbsp; His date earlier in the day with Grace had shown him that his diet regimen was going right out the window.&nbsp; There was a need to be social and a good amount of a date revolved around food and using that as a launch pad for socializing.<br><br>In fact...thinking about it for a moment...a light bulb went off in his head as he suddenly remembered all of the times he had turned down offers to eat with friends.<br><br>Maybe he needed to make a change in life once he got home?&nbsp; Just for the sake of being more social with people he cares about?<br><br>Elsa was altogether easy to be around.&nbsp; She was animated and engaged and she did a fantastic job of carrying the conversation.&nbsp; She still came off as more nervous than she needed to be and he wondered if leaning in and kissing her would help her calm down and not quite overthink things...or if would make it worse?<br><br>She had already had her hands on him and he felt confident enough that she was attracted to him.&nbsp; A kiss could help settle her...maybe?&nbsp; &nbsp;His date earlier in the day with Grace had him second-guess his instincts with the kiss.&nbsp; Grace speaking about liking Elsa and wanting him to pair up with her as a way for Elsa to stay at the villa had him wondering if Grace and Elsa had formed some kind of alliance?&nbsp; He couldn't recall a worse "date" that he'd ever had than the one he had with Grace a few hours before.&nbsp; Not that he had an abundance of experience when it came to dating.&nbsp; While his date with Grace had generally ended better than it started, he understood full well now how important first impressions were.&nbsp; Focusing solely on Elsa...it was very easy to like Elsa but the moment he thought about Elsa in the context of the show and the game involved; his earlier date had him associating Elsa and Grace together...and that didn't do Elsa any favours.<br><br>Still...she was incredibly genuine and charming...and she smelled great.<br><br>He gave her a warm smile as she introduced herself; you know...like two people do when they meet.&nbsp; It was interesting to him how much this television show derailed conventional social interaction.<br><br>He extended his hand towards her as an offer to shake it.<br><br><em>"It is a genuine pleasure Elsa Nilssom..."</em> , he did a spectacular job of butchering the subtle ways she said her last name with her compelling accent. <em>"...of Sweden by way of London.&nbsp; I'm Mark Watson.&nbsp; I'm from northern Canada and currently living in California."</em> . He laughed quietly as he waited for her to shake his hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"California sucks."</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>25-08-2019, 16:05:55</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> Restaurant - Lunch date<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> Grace<br><br><br><hr><br>He stayed silent as she spoke, doing his level best to look calm and not appear intimidating or threatening.&nbsp; He didn't like Grace at this point but that didn't mean she should feel scared of him...because that would indeed make him garbage.&nbsp; He didn't know her.&nbsp; There had been no opportunity for that but he could see that she was upset and that made him feel bad.&nbsp; He probably would have been better if she had told him to go fuck himself or argued with him.<br><br>“Now, hold on. That’s not fair. You’ve said a lot to me just then and I feel that I deserve at least a chance to respond. Don’t you?”&nbsp; &nbsp;Now it was her turn to want a chance.&nbsp; A chance that she never gave him at the start of the date.&nbsp; There was no sense in continuing an argument however justified he felt. He nodded his head slightly and stepped out of the elevator when she asked him if he would.&nbsp; What he was learning was that Grace had a way of hearing things the way she perceived them and not the way they were actually said.&nbsp; She wasn't alone in that.&nbsp; Many, many people were like that and in his job people lived and died on the clarity of conversation.&nbsp; You meant what you said.&nbsp; Period.&nbsp; &nbsp;She framed it as "When you suggested that I go..." , which was entirely not what he said.&nbsp; After she spoke of having a connection with some guy named Corey, he asked her if she needed to leave and go be with Corey.&nbsp; If not then he and Grace could talk.<br><br>It was this kind of misinterpretation that contributed to why he simply wasn't in successful relationships with women.&nbsp; It was like a splinter in his brain.<br><br>He exhaled slowly and nodded his head slightly as she continued.&nbsp; She could interpret it as him agreeing with her but at the current point he wasn't exactly invested in her being crystal clear on what he thought or felt.&nbsp; He did tuck away the information about some manner of possible alliance with Elsa?&nbsp; Grace didn't know he had already selected Elsa for a date but if Grace and Elsa were close.&nbsp; He would need to be careful what he said to Elsa as well?&nbsp; Or possibly Grace would return to the villa after the date and tell Elsa what happened and then it would be date number two that was a disaster?<br><br>This whole thing sucked.<br><br>She was making an attempt now and he certainly didn't want to be accused of doing the same thing he just accused her of doing.&nbsp; She wanted to sit and eat...now.<br><br>Now...he didn't want to sit and eat.&nbsp; He wasn't even sure he wanted to talk.<br><br>She could see him chew on his upper lip a moment just beneath the moustache...thinking.&nbsp; Exhaling and giving her a tired and conciliatory smile.<br><br><em>"Okay...so if we're going to be transparent. "</em> , he nodded his head slightly.&nbsp; <em>"Which I think is very much the best way to go."</em> He kept his voice calm...there was no chance of him yelling at this point but he didn't want to upset her further.&nbsp; <em>"I'm not perfect Grace.&nbsp; I wouldn't even call myself a particularly good guy.&nbsp; I keep social situations to a minimum because of my lifestyle but also to avoid situations just like this one."</em> He paused and gave her a slightly more relaxed smile.&nbsp; <em>"Well...not like THIS one here and now but about avoiding misunderstandings.&nbsp; I'm not saying this is wholly your fault."</em><br><br>He sighed...<br><br><em>"You want to talk to me now.&nbsp; After I was an asshole to you.&nbsp; If the people on this show were good at navigating relationships then they wouldn't be on this show.&nbsp; So while I was nervous before...I could work around that.&nbsp; You know...&nbsp; I have a date with a beautiful woman that I don't know, nervous?&nbsp; But now?&nbsp; I'm just uncomfortable and I don't feel like sharing anything about myself with you."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>25-08-2019, 17:41:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>Taking Mark's hand in the most lady-like way she could she shook his hand. Part of her wanted to just grab it and shake it like a business deal, a real bro-shake but she opted to keep it a more dainty finger shake. Her father had always told her that shaking on a deal was a way to cement a partnership. She had no interest in letting their date turn into any sort of a business arrangement or turning into Mark's bro. In fact, she decided that she would take this opportunity to impress that point on him. <br><br>As she shook Mark's hand, she curled a finger on her other hand and motioned for him to come closer. Her smile was warm and inviting. If he leaned in, she would lean forward as well and kiss him on the cheek. If not, she still planned on patting him on the chest and trying to continue to hold his hand for a moment instead of letting this just be a friend zone handshake. Only time would tell how he was going to react to any of that. She hoped he didn't pull away. Either choice he made she was going to point it out verbally.<br><br>Elsa laughed lightly, <strong>"A handshake is far to formal. But it is very nice to meet you, Mark from Canada. I hope I haven't said or done anything that put me into the friend zone already?" </strong><br><br>The bartender slipped their drinks over onto the bar next to them, a couple small shot glasses of off color vodka with a spiced herbal aroma. He seemed to be doing his best to avoid being in the camera shots. Elsa responded with a brief, <strong>"Gracias."</strong> Turning to the bar, she picked it up smiling back at Mark.<br><br><strong>"Are you familiar with snapsvisa? Back home we always sing or chant a little song before drinking Akvavit. It is Helan Går... This means basically bottoms up."</strong> Elsa smiled before she quietly sang her song with soft melodic Swedish words.<br><em><br><strong>♫ Helan går<br>Sjung hopp faderallan lallan lej<br>Helan går<br>Sjung hopp faderallan lej<br>Och den som inte helan tar<br>Han heller inte halvan får<br>Helan går ♫</strong></em><br><br>Elsa looked into Mark's eyes and took a sip of her Akvavit Vodka (https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a0/Aquavit_Schweden.jpg) it had that familiar taste of home, then she finished in a sing song voice. <em><strong>♫ Sjung hopp faderallan lej. ♫</strong></em> She blushed, her shoulders shaking as she laughed. <strong>"Skål."</strong> She raised the little glass took another sip. <strong>"For Pappa and for my new friend, Mark."</strong> With one more slightly larger drink she finished off the shot glass. <strong>"The song sort of means that the one who doesn't drink the first snaps won't get the second one either."</strong> Her head shook an apologetic no as she agreed with the songs lyrics although she had a broad grin on her face to accentuate the playful nature of the lyrics. <strong>"Of course if you heard my brothers sing it, it would be much louder and very rowdy. Because the boys are always more enthusiastic." </strong> She didn't ask him any questions this time, instead she choose to leave a silent pause hang in the room to let him talk and see where he might lead the conversation. At this point she was starting to worry that she was talking to much, nervous habits.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>26-08-2019, 04:40:39</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> Restaurant lunch date <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Same as picture<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Corey<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/5a7df8aff6576e8f8c60a567/1533309407149-SU2XFKHJ10U2J7FOKOV7/belmond-la-residencia.jpg?content-type=image%2Fjpeg)</div><br>Grace waited. It felt like she was waiting for hours, while Mark’s lip disappeared beneath his wiry beard. But, she continued to wait, hanging on the silence that festered and filtered between them. Finally, Mark spoke again, about being transparent. <br><br>He gave her a slight speech of sorts, proclaiming that he was not perfect and didn’t even necessarily consider himself to be a good guy. She kept that token stored in the back of her mind, finding it a rather odd thing for someone to admit to a near perfect stranger.<br><br>He talked about avoiding social situations in order to also avoid misunderstandings. Grace tilted her head to the side, perplexed. If misunderstandings were so common place for Mark, wouldn’t he consider that maybe the problem was him?<br><br>Did he know what he signed up for when he decided to be a part of the Love Island experience? Because if social interaction was a problem… Grace couldn’t fathom how he would last long in the villa. Feeling a surge of pain in her head and an oncoming headache, Grace tried to relax.<br><br>Mark was still picking everything apart, making a comment about how she only wanted to talk to him after he was an asshole to her. She blinked, a blank stare overcoming her at the realization that he had completely missed the point. <br><br>A sigh left her when Mark said he could deal with first date nerves, but now he was uncomfortable and no longer wanted to give her the chance he berated her for not giving to him. She took a moment, nodding slowly as it was all beginning to sink in. To think, this guy, a matter of moments ago, wanted to date her. Now, he refused to stay in the same room as her. <br><br>“Um, wow. Okay, right. So… fine.” Grace was at a bit of a loss, it was clear. “I can see why you’d maybe prefer to avoid social interactions,” she stated, without giving away the reason why. “And for whatever it might be worth at this point… I was trying to make this right. But if you refuse to let me then there’s nothing more I can do.” Her shoulders shrugged. <br><br>“I’ll just take the stairs so that we don’t have to run into each other on the way out.” Grace moved back to the table to collect her purse and walked off, not turning back to look at Mark. Once she reached the stairwell and the door shut behind her, she fell against the wall, sank her head into her hands, and let her tears spill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>26-08-2019, 14:59:22</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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<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 (thanks to Elsa and her attentive fingers)<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><hr><br>The difference between this date and the previous was stark.&nbsp; Elsa had a playfulness that relaxed him and he sincerely wished he had not had the previous date where Grace revealed some sort of strategy that she had about him coupling up with Elsa all so that Grace felt more secure in the villa.&nbsp; All it really did was send a thread of doubt dancing through him that made him question Elsa's intentions.&nbsp; There was a lot more game in this game than he first anticipated.<br><br>She had a super-weird handshake that made him grin but she was small, Swedish and nervous.&nbsp; He chalked it up to some combination of those three things and that the situation was a lot to deal with.&nbsp; She also had fantastic eyebrows and eyes he could fall into and have a nap in..so he was willing to cut her some slack on the handshake.&nbsp; The summoning of him to come closer with one of her fingers was a siren song to him.&nbsp; He leaned in further and lower, unsure as to just what she intended.&nbsp; A smile formed and he felt a warmth suffuse him when her soft lips touched his cheek.&nbsp; He held her gaze after the kiss, his hand still holding hers...contemplating a proper kiss.&nbsp; His thumb lightly brushed against her index finger and he was content for the moment when the drinks arrived.<br><br>It wasn't remotely surprising that she burst into song...a drinking song no less.&nbsp; While a Swedish drinking song was unfamiliar to him, drinking songs definitely were not.&nbsp; After a deployment ended the people involved on the fire crews usually got pretty...rowdy.&nbsp; Just like everything else that Elsa did...her singing was charming and decidedly small, golden and a crazy combination of sexy and sweet.<br><br>He didn't hesitate when she toasted him and her father, his eyes meeting hers as he knocked back the shot.&nbsp; It was like a mild, less devastating version of Jagermeister.&nbsp; He placed the shot glass smoothly upside down on the bar, lightly smacking his hand on the top of the bar to get the bartender's attention...which they already had but habits died hard.&nbsp; With his other hand he made a short twirling motion with his index finger up in the air to summon another round.<br><br>He was still holding Elsa's gaze as she grew quiet and the second round of Akavit arrived.&nbsp; He lifted his shot and tipped his head slightly in respect.&nbsp; He didn't know the story about her father but he knew well enough that if you're toasting someone not in the room...it's either a great story, a sad story...or both.&nbsp; <em>"To your father..." </em> , he spoke in a solemn tone.&nbsp; <em>"At least half of who you are is because of him, so that must make him pretty spectacular."</em>&nbsp; He nodded his head once more in respect for drinking the shot smoothly and placing it upside down atop the bar.&nbsp; He was too busy watching Elsa to have noticed the bartender had already retrieved the two empty shots and wiped the bar surface down.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>26-08-2019, 15:47:13</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> Restaurant - Lunch date<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> Grace<br><br><br><hr><br>“I’ll just take the stairs so that we don’t have to run into each other on the way out.” , were the words she said to him.&nbsp; He had seen the reaction his words had on her and once again he had the distinct impression that she was hearing him and not...listening to him.&nbsp; She hurried off the patio and down the stairs and after she left.&nbsp; After the date...if you really could call it that, all that he felt was...relief.<br><br>He suspected she'd rush back to Corey...which he had asked her previously if she needed to.&nbsp; Aside from that it was time to move forward.&nbsp; She had given him a good deal to think about, in particular his forthcoming date with Elsa.&nbsp; Logan had shared Elsa was now single...something to do with a guy leaving and that was why Mark was in earlier than anticipated.&nbsp; Grace, not particularly living up to her namesake admitted that she wanted to pair him up with Elsa based solely on the fact that Elsa was her friend and not chasing after her beloved Corey; but Samantha was.<br><br>He shook his head slightly and murmured as he walked back towards the table.&nbsp; <em>"Cluster fuck..."</em><br><br>He grabbed one of the large glasses and made his way to the table that was right at the edge of the patio.&nbsp; It really was a spectacular view.&nbsp; He sighed once and then turned to look at the crew and staff.&nbsp; Offering a smile as he spoke.&nbsp; <em>"Would I be able to get a pitcher of ice water, please?"</em><br><br>He didn't have paper so he pulled out his phone, opened up the Notes app and began tapping in what little information he knew.&nbsp; Pausing to look up as they were kind enough to bring him a pitcher of iced water.&nbsp; The server reached out to grab his glass to pour water into it and Mark shook his head slightly.<br><br><em>"No no...you're good.&nbsp; I'm going to be a while."</em>, he shook his head slightly.&nbsp; <em>"I got this.&nbsp; All of you relax and just...eat the food we were supposed to eat.&nbsp; Don't let it go to waste."</em>, giving them what he hoped was a convincing smile as he poured himself a glass of water.&nbsp; Lifting the glass and drinking deeply...finishing it and then pouring a second glass before focusing on his phone once more.&nbsp; His thumbs working over the keypad slowly as he wasn't exactly used to this.<br><br>He went through his thoughts about Grace and all that she had revealed and proceeded to enter that into his note and then paused...thinking...looking out over the Majorcan countryside.&nbsp; &nbsp;Logan.&nbsp; Logan gave him information to work with too.&nbsp; It was like piecing together a mystery.&nbsp; He didn't think all of this would matter as much as it does but Grace revealed enough to him to make him realize the game was being played...and hard.<br><br>Rhonda was attractive and playful.&nbsp; At least her video suggested that but despite Logan pausing to daydream about Delaney he did seem to get pretty defensive about Rhonda.&nbsp; Which...if all the original couples were pairing up and playing it hyper-safe...then that was certainly why he didn't even receive a text from Rhonda.&nbsp; Just an "oh hi" in the hallway.&nbsp; In fact the only person who had been enthusiastic about his texts had been Elsa...one of the two single girls.&nbsp; Mark wasn't a huge believer in coincidences.<br><br>He went through the list of the women whose videos he had watched in his head and what additional information he had to work with.&nbsp; Something felt...off with the numbers.&nbsp; So if there are eight starting women plus Thalia...so nine.&nbsp; He paused to finish his second glass of water and pour himself a third.&nbsp; And eight starting men, plus me...so nine.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Nine women and nine men..."</em> , he spoke softly...brow furrowed.&nbsp; The math didn't stack up.&nbsp; Grace specifically said there were two single women.&nbsp; Elsa and Sam so...&nbsp; <em>"What's going on?"</em> , he said quietly as he turned to look out over the countryside once more to think.&nbsp; He definitely needed to get back to the villa and learn more about what's going on.&nbsp; He supposed he would need to wait until after his date with Elsa.&nbsp; There wasn't much point in racing back to the villa just so he'd need to race back to his date so...he would wait it out here.&nbsp; They did say he could see the village...you know...with his date.&nbsp; Mark sighed and rolled his eyes a bit before standing and leaving the table.&nbsp; Turning to look at the camera crew.&nbsp; "They don't get much worse than that right?" , only to receive smiles and nods from the crew.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mark's Phone Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body">Grace - paired<br>Grace / Corey +++<br>Grace / JJ -<br>Grace / Mark ---<br>Grace / Samantha -<br>Grace / Elsa +<br><br>Elsa / single<br>Elsa / Grace +<br>Elsa / Mark ?<br><br>Samantha / single<br>Samantha / Grace --<br>Samantha / Corey ++<br><br>Rhonda / paired<br>Rhonda / Logan ++<br>Rhonda / date with some other guy on day 2 (JJ?)<br>Rhonda / Mark - (seems cool to luke warm on the date)<br><br>Delaney / paired<br>Delaney / paired guy?<br>Delaney / Logan +<br><br>Thalia / single<br>Thalia / Mark -verboten until week 2<br><br>Cleo / paired<br>Cleo/ paired guy?<br><br>Cassandra / paired<br>Cassandra / paired guy?<br><br>Gwen / paired<br>Gwen / paired guy?<br><br></div></div><br><div align="center">~fin~</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>26-08-2019, 16:38:58</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July | Shortly after Noon <br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On the beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rhonda<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;JJ laughed softly when she ran with his joke.&nbsp; Score one point for Rhonda.&nbsp; He was always a fan of a woman who could keep up with his sense of humor.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; When she turned his next bit of banter around with another joke he chuckled softly.<em> “You can’t stop her,”</em> the sports announcer in his head brayed, <em>“you can only hope to contain her!”</em>&nbsp; Just racking up the points, this girl.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; She did seem a bit taken aback by his question, though, which made him wonder how deeply Rhonda would want him to take her.&nbsp; He didn’t have anything against a woman wanting to date casually… wanting to keep things light, fun and easy… but he hoped at some point she’d be open to having more serious discussions with him about who she was and what she was doing here.&nbsp; The way her eyes darted around reminded him of a cornered animal looking for an escape route.&nbsp; He only hoped she didn’t start to chew her own arm off.&nbsp; That would be a shame.&nbsp; It was a lovely arm.&nbsp; Everything about her was quite attractive, in fact.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; When she answered about food, he nodded.&nbsp; Safe.&nbsp; She wanted to play the conversation safe, then, at least when it came to personal information about her.&nbsp; He filed that away mentally while he laughed softly at her joke about dating men on TV shows.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Lucky me, then,”</strong> he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement when they met hers.&nbsp; <strong>“If you’re already excited it does smooth the way a bit.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He was taking a drink of his Mimosa when she made what he assumed was a playful guess at his profession.&nbsp; His lips quirked around the rim of the flute and he put it down, smile playing on his lips as he swallowed.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Not cool… making a man laugh while he’s drinking.&nbsp; Party foul.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, setting it down on his plate with a genuine laugh, warm and hearty.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“No… not an investment banker.&nbsp; I run a gym and do a little modeling on the side.&nbsp; My degree’s in Business Management… but I’ve learned more about business by actually running one than I ever did in school.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; His smile turned wry.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“To be fair, I was more interested in other things in college, though, so maybe it wasn’t my professors’ fault that they didn’t teach me much.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He leaned forward in his chair toward her.&nbsp; One tattooed arm rested on the table only a few inches from hers.&nbsp; The other was safely tucked into his lap.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“What about you, Rhonda?&nbsp; What do you to keep the bills paid and your engine purring?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>26-08-2019, 17:17:57</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> Lunch date with JJ<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> JJ<br><br><hr><br>Rhonda tried to hide her smirk with her sandwich when JJ immediately latched onto the idea that she was passionate about dating men on TV. It was such a guy thing to do. Along that same line, the sandwich wasn't held up to her face to shield the world from a cheeky grin as much as she popped the last bite into her mouth and was chewing. There was no hiding the smile or the laugh when he dribbled a bit from drinking and chuckling at the same time.<br><br>JJ went on to drop a few more nuggets of information about himself. First, he denied his role as an investment banker, to which she pouted wordlessly at. Not that she was genuinely upset by that fact or had a firm belief in her own guess. Rhonda just wanted it to be true for some reason. The tattooed, fit phenom was a business owner, of a gym, no less, and had gone to school for Business Management. Modelling was a gig, but that's all it was, a gig. Nothing to write home about. Interesting. He spoke about learning more from the real world than in school, leading Rhonda to nod in agreement as she reached for her drink.<br><br>"It's about the hands you shake, not the grades you make." Rhonda pointed the mimosa holding pinky at JJ again, this time adding a wink after her sage rhyme. "You can keep that one for later."<br><br>She sipped away at her drink while JJ spoke about being interested in other things in college. The arch of a brow was obvious, even with a glass and her hand blocking most of her features. Before she spoke, she set the glass back down on her side of the table. "Interested in other things? Like what? Booze? Drugs? Jumping off of high places with the boys?" Rhonda didn't pick out the obvious answer in 'girls'. That was too easy. Besides, it would humour her more if he did in fact talk about his track history in that regard on his own. That always went well for her.<br><br>"What do I do? I guess you can call me a model. More of an import model, really. Do you have a really nice car? It'll look a lot nicer with me standing beside it, apparently. I still find it ridiculous that I can get paid for that." Rhonda reached over for another cute little sandwich, though she only kept it in her one hand as she continued on. "I'm working on some other stuff, though. Hoping to start something on Insta and get a channel going on YouTube. The millennial dream!" She knew very well how ridiculous it sounded, especially since everyone her age and their mother was trying to do the same thing nowadays, it seemed. She was sure she was going to make it! Maybe with the help of a Business Management major who had his own enterprise...<br><br>"I guess that's what I do to keep the bills paid. I don't really care about my engine, though. That's my chauffeur's problem." Rhonda finally took a few bites of the sandwich she was holding. She replaced it with her mimosa as she chewed, then spoke after that. "I'm surprised you got a gym up and running! How'd you find the time between that and getting all your tattoos?" She stuck out her tongue, hoping she was doing a good job in letting him know that she was just playing around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>27-08-2019, 00:22:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>Elsa appreciated the toast that Mark raised as a gesture to her father. She smiled, raised her shot glass and took a sip of the liquid before placing it back on the bar. She could tell by the way he swigged his liquor that he was used to a good shot now and again.<br><br><strong>"Slow down. I think my little song inflamed your warrior spirits there. But if you like, I can teach you the song back at the villa sometime."</strong> Elsa picked up her glass and sipped again. <strong>"You can savor this, it's aperitif to stimulate the appetite. We usually don't start taking hard shots until after dinner. And a little secret, I usually just hold the same shot glass full each time and my brothers don't notice. I think I have them convinced that I can drink them under the table. Don't tell on me."</strong> She looked around smiling at the cameras and producers before leaning in conspiratorially to Mark. <strong>"Plus, I think these guys will frown on it if we get to rowdy in here."</strong> She pulled back and smiled at Mark. <strong>"Now, I have told you a bit about myself but you are still dodging questions about you. Why don't you want to tell me anything about you? Are you one of those dark mysterious types? I watched a season of this show where one of the main boys refused to talk about himself, it made him all moody when the girl he was coupled with kept trying to ask him about it. He claimed that he was starting over again and didn't want to talk about his past. Of course he admitted that he had slept with over five hundred women. Are you hiding a secret like that from me, Mark? Start with something simple, what's up with your beard? There is a good story behind every beard. My brothers both think they are vikings, a beard is part of their look. How about you?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>27-08-2019, 00:44:30</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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<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 (thanks to Elsa and her attentive fingers)<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><hr><br>He blushed and then grimaced as he looked at the second empty shot glass...embarrassed that he just hammered back two "whole shots" of an aperitif.&nbsp; He felt dumb but she managed to make him comfortable once again by telling him a "secret" and leaning in closer to him once more.&nbsp; She had an interesting way of always managing to work her way closer to him.<br><br>He shook his head slightly at mention of five hundred lovers and gave her an amused look only to then laugh out loud as she asked him about his beard.&nbsp; <em>"It's not that interesting a story Elsa.&nbsp; I just think I look like a tool bag without a beard.&nbsp; It's also good discipline.&nbsp; There's no phoning it in with a beard.&nbsp; If you do...it gets noticed right away and you end up looking like some wild man coming out of the bush.&nbsp; So...it's a little bit like the saying, What gets measured gets done.&nbsp; It keeps me sharp and keeps me invested in my appearance." </em>&nbsp; His blue eyes narrowed slightly, giving her a curious smile as he wondered if that would satisfy the eager blonde.<br><br>He cleared his throat and lifted a hand.&nbsp; <em>"So...you.&nbsp; I cannot begin to understand why you're single.&nbsp; You are sweet.&nbsp; You are...undeniably sexy and you are very social.&nbsp; It's easy to talk about what we do and where we're from and I want to learn more about you.&nbsp; I want you to learn more about me but...something is wrong with each of us here on the show.&nbsp; Something has stopped us from finding the right person and making a go of it."</em><br><br>He held a hand to his chest and gave her a genuine smile and a nod of reassurance.&nbsp; <em>"But I'll go first so as to not put you on the spot."</em>&nbsp; He exhaled slowly, frowning as he thought about it...trying to qualify what stopped him.&nbsp; What was indeed wrong with him.&nbsp; <em>"So...I think I keep myself busy to put up walls.&nbsp; To put some distance between myself and those I'm in relationships with because I think I find it easier.&nbsp; My job keeps me away from home for months at a time and when I am at home I need to maintain my fitness levels to keep my job.&nbsp; So I am busy.&nbsp; Quite busy.&nbsp; I think...I think maybe I'm a bit sensitive.&nbsp; Maybe overly so..."</em><br><br>He frowned as he thought about his date with Grace.<br><br><em>"So when I think I'm wronged...I don't just roll with it.&nbsp; I don't make concessions and I think I struggle with letting go of a hurt or a wronging.&nbsp; So...I carry it."</em><br><br>He breathed in deeply...then exhaled and blinked his eyes twice.&nbsp; <em>"Alright..."</em> , he cleared his throat slightly. <em> "...and to be clear.&nbsp; I've never really dated.&nbsp; I've been in a handful of relationships...the longest...about ten months?&nbsp; So...you.&nbsp; Do you have questions or do you want to tell me what's up with you?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>27-08-2019, 01:58:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>Almost spitting out her next sip of vodka at the expression Mark used to describe himself without a beard. She laughed and smiled at him. Quietly repeating the phrase <strong>"Tool bag"</strong> as he talked. Her head nodding slowly while she grinned. She continued listening intently as he told her more about his thoughts on facial hair. The conversation was adorable and told her new things about him.<br><br>Finally, Mark got into the emotional stuff as he opened up about himself and why he felt like his relationships didn't work out for him. Elsa opened her mouth to interject once or twice but silenced herself to let him keep talking. To her, this seemed like the kind of man that wasn't going to open up all the time, it was best to let him talk while he felt comfortable enough to do so. She frowned with his admissions of struggles but returned to a more neutral expression once he was done and asked her about her thoughts. <br><br><strong>"About me,"</strong> Elsa began. <strong>"When I was younger, I went to a boarding school for girls. I didn't have relationships with boys as we were miles away from any."</strong> Her head was shaking a definite no. <strong>"The only time I saw boys was at heavily chaperoned and guided dances. We always had to leave room for God between us as we danced or so the sisters would say. The width of a Bible and all that. I can't complain though the courses at the school were tough but the classes were small and we learned a lot. Lots of hands on teaching. And there were no mean evil nuns like you see in the movies. We had a lot of fun most of the time. After that I went to a prep-school and dated casually because education was more important. During my years in school I ended up in Crossfit and working out. Just no time for boys that weren't training buddies and other Crossfit competitors. I actually was in a relationship shortly before coming on this show. In fact I had planned on saying no to coming onto the show. That's when I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me. I didn't say anything to him, I just signed up to come to Love Island. Didn't even tell him that I was leaving. So he found out we were broken up when he say my intro video for the first episode."</strong> Elsa puzzled a moment as she reflected on it all. <strong>"In hindsight, I probably should have known it wouldn't work out between us. He was a lot like Johnny, the first guy I picked here. Fancy suit, all business, but he was into triathlons and stuff so I thought we had a connection of some type. Really he was just a city boy playing at athletics. A weekend warrior type but it was mostly all show. I've dated a few guys like him and it never works out. He was always to busy selling himself to whoever he was talking to. Just constantly selling how great he was."</strong> Elsa grinned. <strong>"Look at me here, only a day in and I'm already making personal revelations and coming to understand myself better. Need to change the type of man I'm looking for. I mean that's what I came here for. To meet new people, have a crazy fun experience. Maybe test myself when it comes to relationships. And I get to meet bearded Canadian gods, so that's interesting." </strong>Elsa reached out again and gave Mark's arm a squeeze, not that it squeezed much - he was made of either oak or steel. It felt pretty damn good really. <strong>"So, yeah tell me more about you. The tats must tell a story? Oh, I know, each and everyone one of your tats represents a heartbreak. You did say that you carry your hurt. Was it metaphorical or literal? Also, you don't get muscles like that just going to the gym. Trust me, I'm a personal trainer I know muscles. What exactly do you do for a living? I'm going to go with old timey blacksmith. I can totally dig you over a forge hammering a long sword."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>27-08-2019, 03:18:58</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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<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 (thanks to Elsa and her attentive fingers)<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><hr><br>Shortly between him ending what he was saying and her starting he turned to the bartender, mouthing the words,&nbsp; "Cerveza...dos..." , before quickly stabbing a finger in the direction of what appeared to be a pale ale.&nbsp; Those were generally light and generally favoured by ladies.&nbsp; He was making assumptions but was willing to risk being wrong.&nbsp; Once he got the nod from the bartender he immediately moved his attention back to Elsa.<br><br>Not exactly a chore even when they were both talking about heavier things.<br><br>He nodded, his blue eyes never straying from her, frowning a bit as he listened, silent for the entirety of it until she grinned at him.&nbsp; He grinned in return as she spoke of being pleased that she was making personal revelations.&nbsp; She reached out and grabbed his arm.&nbsp; He liked how comfortable she was with him.&nbsp; He didn't mind her being "grabby".&nbsp; Being small, fit and hot had it's benefits.&nbsp; He shrugged slightly and gave her a smile that was mock-embarassment.<br><br><em>"I'm barely register as a demi-god in Canada.&nbsp; You should see the real gods. Impressive stuff."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;He lifted a hand above his head and waved it slightly, parallel with the ground.&nbsp; <em>"Much taller.&nbsp; Far more interesting."</em><br><br>The bartender had cracked two beers, pouring a glass first for Elsa and Mark waved off the need for a glass before looking back to her once more.&nbsp; He gave her a smile and held up a single finger before showing her the inside of his left forearm.&nbsp; "Just one heartbreak I'm afraid.&nbsp; Aside from all the detailed work that was done up and down both arms there was a small red heart with a green flowing script on in that read, "CORI".&nbsp; Right next to it was a bright yellow rectangle with the following information laid out in clear to read, black font.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>Mark Indio Watson<br>Blood A+<br>7056613261</strong></div><br><em>"So..."</em>, he spoke in a softer town as he drew closer to Elsa than he had been previously.&nbsp; Brushing against the side of her as he showed her his forearm.&nbsp; <em>"Cori was the one."</em> , he shrugged and gave her a grin.&nbsp; <em>"Atleast I thought she was when I was seventeen.&nbsp; She had green hair and she was..."</em> , he shook his head and smile.&nbsp; <em>"She was something."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;He shrugged and reached across Elsa's lap to grab the bottle of beer and take a quick pull of it.&nbsp; <em>"She moved away.&nbsp; Her mother was a professor at the university who got a job down south.&nbsp; That was it."</em>&nbsp; He gave her a small smile.&nbsp; Clearly not sad about it but reminiscing never the less.&nbsp; "<em>The other work done...some of it has meaning.&nbsp; Some of it..."</em> , he shrugged.&nbsp; <em>"I just like the look of it."</em> , he gave her amused look.&nbsp; <em>"I'm not that nuanced of a guy."</em><br><br>He took another sip of the beer.&nbsp; It wasn't cold enough.&nbsp; Countries that didn't like cold beer...it was like a war crime it was.<br><br><em>"So I'm a smoke jumper."</em> , he paused...unsure if Sweden had such things.&nbsp; <em>"So I parachute out of planes...or helicopters and land in remote places to fight forest fires.&nbsp; It is..."</em> , he paused thinking about it.&nbsp; <em>"It is not glamorous and it's a real slog but it's what I know and...well...I'm good at it."</em>&nbsp; He sighed a moment and continued... <em>"But...for the last six months I've been trying my hand at modelling in California.&nbsp; It's..."</em> , he laughed.&nbsp; <em>"It's much harder than smoke jumping and it's utter bullshit."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>27-08-2019, 15:39:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July | Shortly after Noon <br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On the beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rhonda<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ wasn’t sure what to make of Rhonda yet, but at least the date was going better than his first one.&nbsp; Admittedly a low bar to clear, but at least she was clearing it easily.&nbsp; She seemed interested in him, so far as it went and there was an initial spark… but he hadn’t yet gotten the impression that she was “into” him.&nbsp; Clearly more exploration was warranted.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Exploration… that reminded him of his own wanderings after the breakfast date and the possibility that he’d found something as “off the grid” as anything on the island with that little cove.&nbsp; He resolved to check on it with her as soon as their light lunch was over.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ chuckled dutifully at her joke that she invented the old saw about the importance of networking.&nbsp; Drank some of his mimosa.&nbsp; Ate a few of the tiny little sandwiches.&nbsp; Occasionally noted her curves forged like supple bronze.&nbsp; When she drily commented about his college adventures… notably declining to ask about his interactions with the female of the species… he offered her an arched brow of his own.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“All of the above, I guess.&nbsp; I don’t suppose anyone would ever call me shy.&nbsp; I’m sure that somewhere out there is a cell phone video of me doing something my parents would be horrified with.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He laughed softly, perhaps with nostalgia and took another drink.&nbsp; If she wanted to know about his sexual history, she’d have to ask.&nbsp; For all that he bucked social norms, he wasn’t generally the kind to brag about sexual prowess.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“For that matter, I’d bet that they’ll be hiding their eyes at some points watching me here on the show.&nbsp; That’s fine by me.&nbsp; One of life’s great pleasures is shocking the sensibilities of your parents.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ gave her a grin, then listened as she told him about her professional life.&nbsp; Another few sandwiches were downed, as well as more of his drink, while he listened to her plans seriously.&nbsp; He knew of a handful of social media influencers who made significantly more than he did.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“You know,”</strong> he said when there was a lull,<strong> “I’ve never really understood how those platforms were monetized.&nbsp; When we have a little more time you’ll have to clue me in.&nbsp; I think that’s a natural market for people like us.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He gave her a conspiratorial laugh.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“You know…. other people paying to watch what we do.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The two of them ate in companionable silence for a few moments and JJ finished his mimosa while she was asking about his business.&nbsp; Setting down the flute he eyed her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“It can be a struggle, that’s true.&nbsp; I didn’t build it from the ground up… but that’s a long story.&nbsp; What do you say we take it out on the water?”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ gestured to the nearby paddleboat.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“We can talk… get some rays and a little exercise.&nbsp; I’d like to check out a place nearby with you, too, if you’re up for it.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>27-08-2019, 19:39:59</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July | Sunset<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On the beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Cassandra<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; It had been a long, long day.&nbsp; JJ had expected a certain amount of… what, mayhem?... when he’d signed up to be on the show.&nbsp; It was crafted to be that way on purpose, after all.&nbsp; But he’d essentially been on the run for a solid day and a half with only a few hours sleep on a questionably comfortable day bed.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Still, even as his day was drawing to a close, he was hoping that the best was yet to come.&nbsp; His evening date with the stunning Cassandra lay just ahead.&nbsp; From the start there had only been two women who caught his eye and held it.&nbsp; As it happened he was on back to back dates with them, which would make his choice fairly easy.&nbsp; For now, though, he would focus all of his attention on Cassie.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Well, Cassie and the stunning setting the producers had offered up for the two of them.&nbsp; The sun was beginning to set as JJ arrived at the site, its rays creating a long causeway of red-gold light from the horizon to the edge of the water.&nbsp; JJ, no poet, had a passing fancy that it looked as if there was a road covered in gold leaf leading to the edge of the world.&nbsp; Waves crashed idly in a soft, regular hiss on the shore.&nbsp; A cool breeze blew in from the water, carrying a salt tang and an impression of the sea: a light, pleasantly fecund maritime synesthesia that one smelled and tasted together.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The table was set with oriental-looking lantern lamps that flickered warmly over obviously expensive china and refracted through empty crystal wine glasses.&nbsp; Two chairs were tucked under the table on opposite sides, their legs nestled softly in beach sand still warm from the day’s sun.&nbsp; Not far away a uniformed chef, his tall toque looking starched to within an inch of its life, stood at a respectful distance working his magic on the most posh barbecue JJ had ever seen.&nbsp; More of the lamps were set into the sand at what appeared to be random, but tasteful, intervals.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He gave a low whistle.&nbsp; When Caroline said that this was going to be his most romantic date, she was absolutely not bullshitting.&nbsp; The only thing missing, he thought, was a baroque string quartet playing something ethereal and sweet like a Chopin etude.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ chuckled softly.&nbsp; He’d been around money.&nbsp; He understood the ways it could be used… and abused… in the pursuit of creating atmosphere.&nbsp; He made a mental note to congratulate whomever had coordinated this spectacle, whether it be a designer who went by a single name or a nameless production assistant.&nbsp; He suspected even his father would be impressed by the understated elegance and situational foresight that was clear here.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Regardless of who was responsible for it, JJ intended to make the most of it.&nbsp; The production crew was gone except for a small handful of camera persons who had clearly been told to be as discreet as possible.&nbsp; So he sat in one of the chairs, closed his eyes and let the ambience wash over him for the remaining minutes until Cassandra arrived.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>28-08-2019, 00:52:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>The pair of Mark and Elsa were much closer now while talking and Elsa was touching his tattoos as Mark told his stories about them. She pointed next to the heart, half to turn his arm a little so she could see it and partly just for the opportunity to get a better look at some of the artwork. Getting more chances to touch him didn't hurt either. She pointed to the yellow rectangle with his name and blood type on it but he was already transitioning into talking about what he did for a living and the assumption of danger was obvious. She had her hand to her lips to cover her mouth and keep from gasping as he talked about jumping from flying things into forest fires. The level of bravery and insanity in that was shocking.<br><br><strong>"You should do what you love but it sounds scary. Only danger in modelling is getting trampled by screaming fans or having someone criticize you while your half naked in front of them."</strong> Elsa thought about it. <strong>"You're right, I'd probably rather jump into a fire as well."</strong> She laughed and patted him on the shoulder, giving his back a friendly rub. When her arm came back down she let it linger around his waist for a moment before leaning a little bit away from him, her hands now back in her lap. She looked up with her head tilted to the side, the blond hair spilling over in the direction of the lean. Her eyes on his. <strong>"I see why someone wanted you to model but why did you want to model? You're well groomed, no doubt, but you seem like you'd be more comfortable in the woods than in a photo studio...."</strong> She let that linger a moment before continuing. <strong>"Just going to sell Sweden for a moment but did you know that my home is made up of seventy three percent forest."</strong> She nodded to emphasize it. <strong>"Saying, we need a lot of forest firefighters. And something like eighty percent of that woodland is managed so there is a lot of work to be done out there. ...Hey, I've got to sell myself and my home at the same time you know. Can't convince a cute foreign boy to go for me on my looks alone. Is the lure working? I can see the headlines now, blond Swedish girl convinces Canadian modeling god to couple up with her by luring him into job opportunity. My brothers will be proud of the sales pitch if they see it. I'm about fifty percent sure they'd like you as well. But only fifty, you'd need to go out and watch the European Cup with them or something for the other fifty percent."</strong><br><br>Elsa was still leaning back and looking up at Mark. <strong>"Should we stuff our faces and have a very formal dance. I have to remind you though. I did go to a boarding school with sisters for teachers. If we don't leave enough space for god between us, they will be very disappointed in me."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>28-08-2019, 02:25:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VnMGOo9.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> 2 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dinner date on the beach.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured- Lightweight chocolate-brown slacks, white linen shirt, summer blazer<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cassie<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney Clark<br><hr><br><br>On the list of odd circumstances that Owen had encountered over the course of his dating history, being invited on a date while laying in bed with another woman and subsequently accepting the invitation had to be high up in its uniqueness. He was certainly aware of the uniqueness of the situation-the presence of cameras, producers and PAs just out of sight had proved a rather omnipresent force of surrealism in the 24 hours or so since Owen arrived at the villa. <br><br>That Cassie was also taking a dinner date invitation only added to the oddness of the situation. He’d enjoyed her company in the time they’d had, but, really, how much time had that really been? With the crowd of singles filtering in and out of their conversations, there was a fair chance that he and Delaney might have more 1-on-1 time on their dinner date. <br><br>A jeep much like the one he’d taken to the Villa ferried him to the location of the date and left his hair just a touch windblown, though he knew if it got too out of hand a PA would step in and help him fix it. That much had already been promised. By Owen’s estimate, 80% percent of this was for the cameras, 20% for his companion for the evening. <br><br><em>Just relax and enjoy the experience</em> a voice in his head whispered. <br><br>Delaney was waiting for him just over the crest of the dunes. Of course, she was quite lovely, and looked, by any estimation, as relaxed and casual as a person who’d been on two dates already that day could be. Unsure of just how to handle it, Owen approached and held out his arm, elbow bent at a 45-degree angle.<strong> “Good evening, Delaney. Thanks again for the invite. May I walk you down to the table?” </strong>The whole thing felt stiff and rehearsed, but only because Owen was doing his best to feel as polished and polite as possible in this utterly bizarre setting. <strong>“I’ll do my best, though I’m not sure how long my shoes will last on this sand,” he quipped as they started down the beach. </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>28-08-2019, 02:59:54</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<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dinner date on the beach.<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> Owen<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://lpviator.imgix.net/graphicslib/thumbs674x446/3685/SITours/dinner-on-the-beach-at-chaweng-regent-beach-resort-in-koh-samui-in-ko-samui-291979.jpg)</div>Delaney was growing accustomed to the cameras. To the people. To the Spanish heat. And to the strangeness of trying to experience a first date under the scrutinizing gaze of an entire production crew. By the time she reached her evening date with Owen she was relieved to see the sun setting. There was something comforting about dusk, and as the hot, gold flicker of the midday sun threatened a final splash of color on the horizon, she took her first deep breath in hours. <br><br>She smiled warmly as he approached, and in one smooth motion took his offered arm. If the woman had been awkward on previous dates there was no indication of it. In fact, she seemed to find her way comfortably into place at his side with a surprising familiarity. Two dates into this ordeal and she’d had an opportunity to find her rhythm. <br><br>“Take them off.” she teased gently, “I promise it’s not your shoes I’m paying attention to.” <br><br>An easy remark given his rugged good looks. He was the quintessentially sharp-dressed man. But it was his&nbsp; manner that stood out to her most. There was a quiet confidence about him. Not the boisterous bravado she’d seen from others in the villa, but something that ran deeper. <br><br>“Joking aside, you look dashing.” <br><br>Despite the short walk to their table his shoes were undoubtedly full of sand before they reached it. She didn’t envy him that. Or the comfort of a blazer in this weather, no matter how dapper it looked. <br><br>“And thank you for coming.” <br><br>It seemed less stressful to think about it that way rather than the poor man being a captive audience. At least he didn’t look cornered or wildly averse to her company. Not yet. <br><br>“So how was your first morning in the villa?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>28-08-2019, 04:04:02</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> Lunch date with JJ<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Off-white two-piece string bikini, <del>black floral pattern romper with a deep V</del>, 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> JJ<br><br><hr><br>Rhonda flattened her lips when JJ refused to take the bait in regards to his experience with the opposite sex. Granted, it was never really a question that is asked on a first date, but Love Island tended to accelerate the process when it came to scoping people out and getting to know them. A date on a beach on a whim was a good example of that. Still, she learned that he wasn't someone who was very shy or cheap when it came to any tidbits of information. It'd be easy to pull something out of him if she asked, she thought.<br><br>JJ brought up the fact that there would be people on the outside world watching this show at some point and judging all of them on their conduct here. Rhonda thought about what her own parents would say or do about anything that she had done. Her head shot back a bit when she realized that she didn't even tell them that she was going to be on this show. Rhonda came back to the lunch with a quick shake of the head. That's a future Rhonda problem.<br><br>"If I'm going to be perfectly honest, I have no idea how to earn a single dollar on those things." Rhonda laughed to cover up the slight helplessness that dawned on her. Again, a future Rhonda problem. JJ making a particularly meta joke about being watched right now made the laughter come by far more naturally. "You'll be the first person I tell when I figure it out, I promise."<br><br>A particularly heavy sip of her mimosa followed her minor epiphany. Her free hand was about to leave her lap and grab another sandwich when JJ suggested that they actually make a day of their lunch rather than just sitting about. Rhonda followed his gesture to the paddleboat with her eyes, smiling a little goofy at the idea. "I have not seen a paddleboat in years - I am so excited!" She practically jumped out of her seat and stood around the lunch table, expectantly eyeing JJ to do the same as if it were her idea. Her running off toward it as soon as he made a single move to stand up definitely made it seem like her idea.<br><br>Reaching the boat, Rhonda looked about it, measuring it up with her eyes like someone who was an expert on paddleboats. 'Ah, the five-foot River Glider 3000. What a fantastic model' was something she thought to say aloud, but JJ hadn't rushed to keep pace with her and the microphone hanging off of her would make her regret doing such a thing. Instead, she eyed the life jackets and a small satchel of supplies that were near it. A bottle of sunscreen popping out from one of the pockets reminded her that she neglected to apply any at the villa. Looking back at JJ once and then back at the bottle gave Rhonda an idea. This was a date, all considered, may as well make it more exciting for the both of them. Besides, JJ so far hasn't shown himself to be a massive creep or an unrepentant douchebag. May as well give him opportunities to prove her wrong.<br><br>Shoving one sleeve of her romper off of her shoulders, followed by the other, Rhonda shimmied the article off of her until it hit the sand in a heap. She stepped out of it, then balled it up into her hands as she walked over to the aforementioned satchel. It replaced the bottle of sunblock that she instead took into her hands. "Mind helping me out, JJ? I'll get you, you get me. Can't have you going back to the villa saying that I didn't stop the sun from hurting you!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>28-08-2019, 04:41:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VnMGOo9.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> 2 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dinner date on the beach.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Pictured- Lightweight chocolate-brown slacks, white linen shirt, summer blazer<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cassie<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney Clark<br>&nbsp;(http://)<hr><br>“Of course, I’m happy to have the chance to get to know you, and likewise, you look quite lovely this evening,” Owen replied, feeling the gentle pressure of Delaney’s arm against his as they crossed the short distance to the table. The sand had started to make its way into his shoes, and he was more than a little aware of the day’s heat through his jacket. <br><br>“The whole thing has been a bit of a whirlwind for sure,” he said as he reached to pull out one of the two chairs. With a small step to the other side of the table, he started to shed his jacket free from his broad shoulders, “but I think the first full day was alright. I’m still getting to put faces to names, which is harder than I thought it might be.” <br><br>Owen laid the jacket across the back of the chair, already grateful for the bit of extra breathability offered by losing the garment. “What about you? If I understand from the comings and goings at the villa, you’ve had a rather busy day yourself.” <br><br>He looked up at her as he sat down and reached to untie his shoes. If she was going to be okay with him going barefoot, he was going to gladly take her up on it. The offer seemed sincere, and, if nothing else, the young woman seemed comfortable enough in her own skin to pay him a compliment and be at ease in the conversation. That the dress she was wearing complimented her skin tone and eyes nicely was also a benefit. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>28-08-2019, 05:27:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/1165937/large.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Producer Jessica<br><strong>Age:</strong> 39<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Hometown:</strong> Paris, France<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Lunchtime<br><strong>Location:</strong> Delaney's Date | Beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A French ensemble<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> N/A - Producer of Love Island<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney<br><br><hr><br>When it came time for Delaney's lunch date, something seemed a little off. <br><br>The crew members were hardly bothering with their cameras and a producer kept checking her phone. Finally, after a bit of time, that same producer walked over to Delaney and sat herself down on the opposite chair from the beautiful new arrival, the chair which was intended for her upcoming date; Thalia. <br><br>“I’m sorry but I’m afraid Thalia is unable to make it today. She had to return home due to a family emergency.” Her French accent dripped like butter from her pink stained lips. <br><br>“However, we are working on getting someone else here for your lunch date.” Jessica the Producer let out a bit of a sigh as she lowered her head and returned her bespectacled gaze back down to her smart phone once more. “I am just waiting to hear word from Caroline…” Jessica tutted to herself.<br><br>Jessica left her phone on the table, then reached over and poured each of them a little something to drink. “You don’t mind if we break into this, do you?” She asked, but didn’t actually wait for Delaney’s reply. <br><br>After she took a long sip, Jessica’s phone chirped, signifying that she had a new text message. It was apparently from Caroline, about the matter at hand. “Ah,” she sounded disappointed.<br><br>Jessica frowned as she looked over to Delaney. “I apologize Delaney, but it looks as if we cannot get someone here on such short notice.” Jessica clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth again. <br><br>“We will make it up to you soon, I promise. This was completely out of our hands.” She raised her hands, as if to show that they were not stained with red in guilt. “Please, stay here and eat and take as long as you would like.” Jessica stood from the chair and turned to tell her crew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>28-08-2019, 15:32:13</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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<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 (thanks to Elsa and her attentive fingers)<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><hr><br>She moved so quick with her conversation points.&nbsp; It was like she was a gorgeous little pixie zipping and zapping about the room.&nbsp; He had to bite his lower lip to keep from laughing quietly in amusement.&nbsp; She was close enough to be touching him again however.&nbsp; Her small hand felt against his back as she rubbed at him and considering how the previous date went, he was grateful that she felt comfortable enough with him to put her hands on him.&nbsp; The lingering touch of her fingers on his hip didn't go unnoticed and not for the first time he thought about leaning in to kiss her busy and pleasantly curved lips.<br><br>He grinned as she gave him a hard sell on Sweden as well as mentioning her brothers only to follow up with questions about eating and dancing.&nbsp; He had nodded his head slightly and was just about to speak when food arrived promptly and was placed in front of them on the top of the bar.&nbsp; A still steaming plate of crispy, fried patatas bravas with an artistic distribution of a bright red and a bright green sauce applied across them.&nbsp; There was a wooden platter of charcuterie that consisted mostly of iberico ham and manchego cheese as well as two bowls of bright green gazpacho.&nbsp; Mark's eyebrows lifted in surprise before motioning with his hand towards the food and nodding his head to Elsa.<br><br><em>"After you..."</em> , figuring she might get started with eating, he could fill in the gaps of conversation as she helped herself. <em> "So I assure you.&nbsp; They're not afraid to criticize you if you're half-naked, fully naked or fully clothed. Modelling is an absolutely brutal and ruthless business...at least in my experience."</em> , he gave her a small smile and thought back to some of his experiences before his eyes brightened and he continued.&nbsp; <em>"You don't have to sell me on Sweden, Elsa.&nbsp; I have a degree in Natural Resources Management.&nbsp; I know all about Sweden being a global leader in sustainable forestry and I wish other countries were as switched on as Sweden is.&nbsp; You guys do such a good job with managing your lakes and rivers as well and..."</em>, he paused.&nbsp; Pressing his lips together and realizing he is talking too much shop and instead gave her an embarrassed smile.<br><br>He reached out to grab a fork and smoothly popped one of the crispy, heated potatoes into his mouth.&nbsp; Chewing quickly to cool it down, savouring the spicy sauce, giving a small smile of approval as he swallowed.&nbsp; Taking a step close so that Elsa's knee rested against his hip.<br><br><em>"So.&nbsp; Boarding school.&nbsp; Are you religious Elsa?&nbsp; Would you consider yourself devout?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>28-08-2019, 16:43:55</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, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach date scene type locale thing<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark, linen shorts (navy), <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">linen shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F81%2Fa8%2F87%2F81a88772eb0095f066dedc2b2624e1f0.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div> , sandals<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rhonda<br><br><br><hr><br>The whole separate jeeps things still grated on him.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; It had actually been nice to have separate jeeps for his date with Grace but at the end of the date with Elsa.&nbsp; It would have been nice to keep talking to her in the jeep on the way back to the villa.&nbsp; He had a pretty broad range for date success at this point so he wasn't sure where Rhonda was going to fall.&nbsp; Ideally closer to Elsa than Grace.&nbsp; If it was a gong show like Grace's date then maybe the problem really was him and not Grace?<br><br>Something to consider...he thought, his brow furrowed as he stepped out of the jeep.&nbsp; Pausing to thank the driver and give him a smile and thumbs up&nbsp; before making his way towards the layout for the date.&nbsp; It was nicer than he had anticipated.&nbsp; The view was stunning and he was grateful that the heat hadn't started to hammer down on him yet, this early in the day.&nbsp; Although he did dress smarter this time.&nbsp; He recalled a text he had received from Gina on his first layover at the airport on the way here.<br><br><strong>BUY LINEN CLOTHES 4 THE HEAT OTHERWISE U WIL DIE</strong><br><br>He had pursed his lips...frowning as he responded, his thumbs moving over the virtual keyboard on his phone.<br><br><strong>How do you know I don't already have some linen outfits?</strong><br><br>His phone chirped with a response far more quickly than he had expected...like...really fast.&nbsp; How does someone text so fast?<br><br><strong>BECAUSE UR AN IDIOT HONEY U DONT HAVE LINEN CLOTHES AND THATS PROBABLY THE 1ST TIME U EVR SAID THE WORD OUTFIT</strong><br><br>He frowned at his phone. <em> "Totally not true..."</em> , he growled.&nbsp; <em>"I say outfit all the time."</em>&nbsp; He looked up from his phone, noticing that the guy sitting next to him was giving him an odd look for talking to his phone.&nbsp; Mark gave him a small, awkward smile before standing to go look at the boutiques in the airport...<br><br>He was a fan of the nearby ocean.&nbsp; As much as California drilled holes in his soul, he couldn't deny the attraction that was the nearby ocean.&nbsp; Part of what he liked about being in the forest was the feeling of scale he felt.&nbsp; He was small.&nbsp; So small and the forest absolutely did not care about him.&nbsp; There were some forests that were welcoming...and some that felt...well...threatening.&nbsp; No other way to describe it really.&nbsp; An energy that he felt ... which he hoped didn't make him seem too flakey.<br><br>The ocean was a whole new level of that.&nbsp; In fact...what he really felt from the ocean was a whole new level of aggression.&nbsp; If you were in the ocean...or on it...and if you had not been smashed to pieces or drowned it was only because the ocean was allowing it...or had failed to notice you...yet.&nbsp; He really liked that.&nbsp; Once again it went back to feeling small and barely noticeable.&nbsp; There was liberation in that feeling of unimportance.<br><br>He settled into a crouch on the beach.&nbsp; His back to the "sand couches" and the layout the show had provided.&nbsp; Resting his forearms on his knees and just looking out over the ocean and the surrounding panorama.&nbsp; Just soaking in the moment as he waited for Rhonda to arrive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>28-08-2019, 17:51:36</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 | Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lunch date on the beach.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This bikini and cover up, &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7f/0a/27/7f0a27af09999d8f3a7e9ef43de6a23f.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> Producer Jessica<br><br><hr><br>Even before Jessica finished her last statement Delaney accepted the glass of wine. She couldn't say why, but she already knew what was coming. Or at least suspected. To her credit, the producer looked genuinely disappointed and not just because it was going to impact the show. <br><br>Delaney smiled softly and took a generous sip to match the occasion. <br><br>"Don't worry about it." <br><br>She wasn't going to pretend it felt nice to be left sitting here, but there was no sense in going mad about it. Sometimes life happened, and like plenty of occasions before she was going to make the best of it. <br><br>A few seconds passed in comfortable silence and she raised her glass before Jessica turned to address the crew. For the most part everyone took the news with the same "show must go on"&nbsp; aplomb as Delaney did. <br><br>What followed was more casual entertainment.&nbsp; At Delaney's behest a PA rounded up some paper plates and she portioned out her lunch (including little plastic cups of wine) to the production crew, then spent the afternoon coercing various crew members out for meandering trips on the paddleboat. <br><br>No one was disappointed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>28-08-2019, 18:30:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July | Shortly after Noon <br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On the beach/At the paddleboat<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rhonda<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ had to admit to himself, something about this girl was really appealing to him.&nbsp; She was a little cagey, a little loopy, a little manic… but there was something endearing about it to him.&nbsp; He also sensed a sort of feral sensuality to her, too, that made his more atavistic sexual side take notice.&nbsp; She hadn’t said or done anything overt yet.&nbsp; Maybe she wouldn’t.&nbsp; But JJ had little doubt that if she ever chose to, the two of them would wake the neighborhood.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He shook his head.&nbsp; No, it wouldn’t do to put that particular cart before the horse.&nbsp; There was still plenty of date left and he wasn’t likely to get any confirmation of his suppositions today in any case.&nbsp; The thought, while pleasant, would just prove a distraction.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ was pleased, then, when Rhonda answered him about monetizing her platform.&nbsp; It got his mind back on the appropriate track and her unique brand of sunny optimism and faith that all would end up well.&nbsp; He was far from a cynic, himself, but being around a person who just assumed things would work out well for her was… refreshing.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; That impression was reinforced… heavily… when the mention of a paddleboat sent her careening away from him and toward the water.&nbsp; She couldn’t have heard him over her own effusive reaction, but he was laughing as she ran toward the boat as if it was carrying the spoils of a Caribbean pirate.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Perhaps that impression was well deserved, though.&nbsp; As JJ packed up a few sandwiches, a few pieces of fruit and the remains of the champagne (nowhere near enough to get drunk, but no sense in wasting it!) he noticed Rhonda digging out some sunscreen.&nbsp; While it may not be pieces of eight, it might end up being worth its weight in gold.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He walked over to her, arms full of food and drink, and set his payload into a recessed portion on the back of the boat.&nbsp; It wasn’t perfect storage, but it would have to do.&nbsp; Just as he turned around, she brandished the sunscreen and the newly bared majority of her body.&nbsp; His earlier, more prurient, thoughts about her roared back to life at the sight of her tight, bronzed body in a bikini, but he forced them back down and gave her a warm, smile.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Yeah, good idea.&nbsp; I wouldn’t want to go back to the villa wincing every time my shirt brushed against my skin, either.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He took the sunscreen from her and gave her a twirling “turn around” motion with his right forefinger.&nbsp; Once she’d done so he squeezed a generous dollop of the lotion into his left hand, gave her back the bottle so she could do her front, and got to work.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He didn’t know what Rhonda might have expected from his hands, but he was reasonably sure he wouldn’t disappoint.&nbsp; While no professional masseur, he’d given more than his fair share of massages, both practical and sensual, in his day.&nbsp; His fingers were warm, firm and confident as he rubbed the slick lotion into her skin.&nbsp; Occasionally he treated the application as if it were a massage, his fingertips finding whatever knots of tension she might have and working them out with a combination of strength and dexterity.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He flirted with the risqué only twice.&nbsp; The first was to run his fingertips beneath her bra strap to get the skin underneath, but he stopped at the point where the strap began to flare into the bra proper at her side, well before he could feel anything she might consider sexual.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The second, perhaps a bit more heat-inducing, was to spend perhaps slightly more time than was strictly-speaking necessary on the small of her back.&nbsp; That spot, one of his personal favorites, was dimpled adorably and rested just above her spectacularly toned, plump ass.&nbsp; JJ pampered that place a bit, using his large, strong hands to rub in the lotion on her waist and hips while his thumbs massaged just above her panty line and… once or twice… brushing just below the waistband.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He stopped himself well before he’d gotten completely inappropriate… though having his hands around her waist, thumbs just above her panties, had put ideas in his head that had just begun to bear fruit. Deciding that he’d better save himself from himself, he adjusted unobtrusively and gave her waist a playful squeeze, then pulled his skin-tight shirt over his head. <br><br><strong>“Done.&nbsp; My turn.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>29-08-2019, 00:25:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>The food served was exciting in it's all variety of colors and uniqueness. Among Elsa's friends it was well known that one of her favorite things to do while living in London was to randomly pick restaurants to go to. She had a heavy leaning towards choosing those restaurants with strong ethnic and cultural flares. So when the food was served her eyes lit up. It was one of the first times that she took her eyes off Mark for any appreciable amount of time. She snatched up a fork and started to spear various foods one at a time, popping them into her mouth and savoring the flavors of each one while Mark was talking. She was pleased to hear that Mark had a degree in such an interesting field. The fact that he was familiar with Sweden just earned him a few silent bonus points with his obvious respect for the country as a whole. Elsa had a strong sense of pride in her home.<br><br>Elsa chewed up her mouthful so she could respond to his question. Up until that point she had been greedily munching away. Her eyes were a little wide as she gave thought to the question. In her head she pictured people in America as being vehemently religious and she worried that her answer might startle him. She took a drink of the light beer to wash down the food and to give herself another moment to think before she responded.<br><br><strong>"Now I'm going to get myself into trouble here. I hope my former teachers forgive me. But It's common for people in Sweden and most of Europe to see religion much differently then they do in North America. First I'll start by saying, I don't follow any set religion although The Church of Sweden is the predominant religious education and upbringing that I had. I'm not a believer in spiritual entities but I am a believer in personal spirituality. The church in Sweden brings us to together and is a great community support system. So I would say that I am both religious but not a believer. I'm sorry if that's confusing. Maybe I should have just said, it was complicated. How do you feel about the subject?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>29-08-2019, 00:58:16</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<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dinner date on the beach.<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> Owen<br><hr><br>When they reached the table Delaney took a seat and set to work pouring wine as he took off his shoes. Despite the setting sun the breeze was still warm, and the bottle felt cool in contrast, the wine itself a rich red Garnacha and dark as she poured it. <br><br>“Yeah, I haven’t had any time to interact with the other Islanders. What I know of everyone was courtesy of having watched their introduction videos.” <br><br>She had told Logan, and now she was telling Owen. While JJ might have been the sort to keep the information quiet for the sake of leverage later on, Delaney tended toward a more direct approach and took note of his reaction (if he had one) when she revealed it.<br><br>“I know it’s sort of the game, but I didn’t feel comfortable interjecting into private conversations between couples on the first night…” <br><br>Two glasses poured, she set one on his side and took a curious sip from her glass before turning her attention to their main course of paella as she spoke. <br><br>“And today...hasn’t exactly been a smashing success.” <br><br>At least she could laugh about it, and there were worse things than spending the afternoon in a paddle boat with the production team. Settling in for dinner was a pleasant change of pace and while she was hedging her bets, she was hopeful that her time with Owen would get her head back in the game. <br><br>“So you play rugby…” she said, casually interested and hoping he’d fill in the blanks.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>29-08-2019, 14:44:01</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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<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 (thanks to Elsa and her attentive fingers)<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Out of everything she had shared with him, speaking to him about what she believed in was possibly one of the times she could truly feel his eyes on her.&nbsp; He fixed her with a focused intensity...his blue eyes seeming clear...bright and unwavering as she shared with him one of the most intimate aspects of her life.<br><br>When she finished and asked him about how he feels about the subject...he gave her a small, almost shy smile.&nbsp; A first date wasn't the place for him to share how he feels about religion...but he had asked her so it would be unfair if he just decided not to share with her.&nbsp; Still he was pretty recalcitrant when it came to organized religion...verging on militant.&nbsp; He didn't want to upset her.&nbsp; She could see that he was thinking after she asked him...thinking for quite some time before he simply leaned down and in towards her.&nbsp; <br><br>He took care of his beard, both an oil he was happy with as well as conditioner.&nbsp; It wasn't nearly as bristly as she might have expected when he placed a firm kiss against her smooth, warm cheek.&nbsp; <em>"I think..."</em> , he spoke in a low, warm tone.&nbsp; <em>"That if everyone was as reasonable and accepting as you are when it comes to belief...that half of the world's problems would disappear overnight."</em><br><br>He straightened and helped himself to a generous mouthful of the gazpacho, appreciating the cold temperature compared to the heat of the day.&nbsp; Swallowing a moment and then lifting his hand, lightly pressing the back of his hand to his lips, a subtle...or possibly not so subtle way to wipe his lips before lowering his hand and speaking.<br><br><em>"So breaking up with your boyfriend on television..." </em>, he gave her a playful grin.&nbsp; <em>"That's pretty savage."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;While she didn't know him, he hoped she could see by his grin and his amused tone that he wasn't judging.&nbsp; In fact...the best thing about modelling in California the last six months was that it exposed him to a lot of behaviour he had never witnessed or experienced before.&nbsp; He found that he was less likely to judge people on things...well...some things.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragongoddess</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 00:03:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3bgirls.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Sabrina_Lynn.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 | Sunset<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the Beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;See Picture (https://3bgirls.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Sabrina_Lynn.jpg) over this bikini (https://img4.hotnessrater.com/4794555/sabrina-lynn-bikini.jpg?w=500&amp;h=750), this short necklace (https://www.blarney.com/contentfiles/images/SW6.jpg), and this black Claddagh ring (http://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/jH4AAOxyCGNTKcN7/s-l300.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> | JJ | CLOSED! |<br><hr>“Get back in the villa, Cassandra.&nbsp; We will let you know when it’s time to leave.”&nbsp; Some No Name said for about the fifth time today.&nbsp; <br><br>It had been a fairly laid-back kind of day for the redheaded Islander.&nbsp; Sure, she’d talked to new people and probably started to build new friendships, but it had still been a relatively laid-back day for the Irish woman.&nbsp; By the time 4:00 rolled around, Cassandra had been so bored that she decided to start getting ready early.&nbsp; Unfortunately for the team of crew members running things at the villa, a long, relaxing shower, and careful choices and application of her clothes and makeup still gave the girl a little over half an hour before her date, time in which she seemed to be asking every five to ten minutes if she could leave yet.&nbsp; Finally, after a couple more check-ins, the crew was given the go ahead to let Cassandra leave.<br><br>Unfortunately, the car ride was no more interesting than the villa had been.&nbsp; Cassandra was the only one saying anything the entire way there and she had no clue if the cameraman sitting next to her was recording or just pretending to listen to her as she talked about how nervous she was, what she thought so far about JJ and Owen, and her concerns that the date might actually go really well.&nbsp; By the time Cassandra finally stopped talking and her attention turned to watching out the window, the driver was letting her know that they were almost to their destination and the camera person was informing her of what would happen when they got there.<br><br>Arriving at the beach, Cassandra couldn’t believe how obviously the production team wanted to make this game difficult for her.&nbsp; She had definitely expected something nice but what she got was a much more elegant location than she was used to, especially for a first date.&nbsp; Even from a distance, Cas could tell how difficult it would be not to have a good time unless there was just zero spark between herself and JJ.&nbsp; And though she knew it was impossible, the beauty of the sunset almost seemed engineered to add to the ambiance.<br><br>All this almost made her forget why she was here in the first place: JJ.&nbsp; When her attention turned to take in the man, even she was blown away.&nbsp; The man could clean up nicely, as displayed when he entered the villa, but he definitely looked amazing when he dressed so casually.&nbsp; Taking in his appearance, Cassandra had to really force herself not to let her face show how much she appreciated how good he looked.&nbsp; From his large biceps to the art that decorated the canvas of his body, Cassandra knew she was right when she’d assumed he’d have been the type of guy to get her attention back in her normal world.&nbsp; Still, she hoped that by the end of the date she’d have an easy time knowing who she hoped to end up with at the end of the next recoupling ceremony.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 00:11:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>Shocked is the feeling Elsa had when Mark leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek. Her lips slowly curled into a broad smile as he leaned in, the soft bristles of his beard lightly tickling the silky skin of her cheek as he planted one.&nbsp; As he moved back away she watched his eyes and studied him as he spoke about her take on religion, she couldn't wipe the grin off her face. Even watching him then lean over and get some more food was enjoyable to watch. Elsa grabbed some more food as well and continued to listen, taking note of the fact that Mark didn't say anything about his personal beliefs. A moment later something she bit into was a bit more spicy than expected and caught her off guard. She choked, laughed lightly, and fanned her mouth before drinking some more of the light beer to dull the burn. She simply motioned for him to continue as she took another drink.<br><br><em>"So breaking up with your boyfriend on television..." , he gave her a playful grin.&nbsp; "That's pretty savage."</em><br><br>Elsa smacked her lips before talking because they still burned from the spice. <strong>"Yes, well. I might have felt a little mugged off by him. If he was going to do bits with some random bird he should have manned up and broke it off with me first."</strong> She waved her hand around as if to wave it all away. <strong>"Her hurt me, I was upset. He got his and now it's done. Love Island is all about moving on now and meeting new types of people."</strong><br><br>Sliding down off the stool, Elsa reached a hand out for Mark. She was attempting to pull him out in front of the band. <strong>"Let's dance. Those subjects are far to heavy for date material. I want to see how you move."</strong> Slow or fast, Elsa was moderately comfortable with just about any type of dancing, having been to more than her fair share of all types of dances over the years.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 00:43:42</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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<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 (thanks to Elsa and her attentive fingers)<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><hr><br>He grimaced a moment at her response about her relationship.&nbsp; It was a misstep on his part.&nbsp; He never should have brought it up and he felt bad for even joking about it with her.&nbsp; His lack of experience with this sort of thing showed.&nbsp; He didn't enjoy coming off like an inexperienced dimwit...particularly with someone he just met like Elsa.<br><br>He did not seem to hesitate when she reached out her hand to him.&nbsp; His larger hand claimed hers and she could feel the unyielding callouses on his hands and in turn he could feel the callouses on her hands, certainly not as pronounced as his but a crossfit competitor doesn't last long with soft hands.&nbsp; His thumb lightly brushed along the side of her hand as he led her onto the dance floor.&nbsp; He knew she was small but standing as close to her as he currently was, he realized just how small she was.&nbsp; She felt his large hand rest firmly but confidently between her shoulder blades as his left hand claimed her right hand, lifting it upwards and holding it out in a traditional fashion.&nbsp; This would have been a great reason for her to wear heels...or boots...or even duct tape banana boxes to her feet to give her enough height for proper positioning.&nbsp; His shoulders straightened as his posture transformed before her and he lifted an eyebrow and gave her a small smile.&nbsp; The band began to play something local...but something slow.&nbsp; <em>"An excellent idea Miss Nilssom and please accept my apology for a bad conversational choice..."</em><br><br>He gave her an expectant look and a short, sharp nod of his head.<br><br><em>"Now...do you trust me?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 01:58:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>Transitioning on to the dance floor with Mark was smooth as butter. He pulled her in, held her with proper form, or as proper as he could given that he was over a foot taller. He asked if she trusted him. She did. And together they glided into dance, she was ready to follow his lead. <br><br>The band played well together, she didn't know if it was rehearsal or experience. Hard to tell with a whole production company orchestrating the night. Were they locals or flown in for the show? Either way she was impressed with the clean sound and of course at how the cameras more often than not disappeared from view. Almost like they were alone in the restaurant. It was disarming and probably why she had been so candid with her feelings earlier.<br><br>Elsa talked a little as they first got into position, <strong>"Let's do this."</strong> She smiled. <strong>"Don't worry about asking about my ex. It's an obvious topic of conversation. I'm just ready to move on with my life. I've been ready and waiting for awhile."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 03:05:34</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> Montréal, Québec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lunch date with JJ<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Off-white two-piece string bikini, <del>black floral pattern romper with a deep V</del>, 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> JJ<br><br><hr><br>Rhonda spun around on one heel to spot JJ coming toward her with remnants of their lunch in his arms. Smart boy, that. He himself spotted a a handy dip in the paddle boat and wasted little time depositing the goods into it. "Looks like we're all full of good ideas." She spoke in reference to his foraging and her protecting them from that star in the sky. She relinquished the bottle when JJ reached for it and obediently turned away from him when his finger gestured for her to do so. This being the furthest from her first rodeo when it came to being rubbed down with lotion, the young Asian girl reached behind her head to hold her hair up and away from her in a makeshift ponytail. Sunscreen doesn't work so well in her mane.<br><br>JJ had spent a bit of time on her shoulders, his hands working the lotion into them as well as relieving some of the stress in them with his deliberate massage. Rhonda didn't hide her thankful sighs when he remained there for longer than one would when applying sunscreen. He did move on to the rest of her back which led to her letting go of her hair to start to get to work on her arms and her front. A playful 'Ooo~' left her lips when he found the spaces between the strings of her bikini, more poking fun at the idea of it being a contentious move than it actually being one. Her own hands were working on her taut and toned tummy while JJ worked on her back. A bend at the hip gave her a bit of leverage to get her legs while undoubtedly giving her paddle boat partner a show all the while.<br><br>"Your turn? Do you even need any with all your ta-" Rhonda started speaking as she finished off her legs and feet. She was mid-speech when she turned around to spot JJ pulling his shirt up and over his head. "-toos..."<br><br>He really was covered in them. His partially covered sleeves gave way to his chest and stomach with his shirt off. The mosaic of art styles and themes over top a canvas of definition and muscle. She thought in that moment that she could get lost in it all, if only to figure out what that building was or if that was a Siberian tiger versus a Bengal. That was why. Absolutely.<br><br>Rhonda could have been caught staring in amazement for a long time if it wasn't for her one hand inadvertently squirting some sunscreen into the other. "Oh, right. Let's get some sunscreen on you." She mimicked his twirling finger in order to start getting to work on his back. 'Now, was that an eagle or a turkey?' was a thought that ran through her head as her eyes scanned the ink blots before her. 'Or is it two bears high-fiving each other? (https://imgix.bustle.com/rehost/2016/9/13/e31d375c-7210-4fa4-b5e1-32f14cd0d917.jpg?w=970&amp;h=546&amp;fit=crop&amp;crop=faces&amp;auto=format&amp;q=70)'<br><br>Her hands on JJ's back would be an unfortunate and stark contrast to his on her own. They were on the colder side and her touch was gentle as opposed to strong and firm. If he had any expectation of a shiatsu massage, he'd be better off finding one of those chairs in a shopping mall. Or when Rhonda was in a saucy mood and needed to take it on his back over a massage table. Still, her job was done with tip-top efficiency, even going as far as to sneak a few swipes under the waistband of his shorts. It was done wordlessly and without intention of causing a reaction. There was something to be said about doing a good job!<br><br>"Alright, you're good!" Rhonda announced, stepping back once to admire her work. A little more sunscreen made it onto her first finger, which then made it onto JJ's nose once he turned around. "Oops. Missed a spot."<br><br>Before JJ could retaliate, she quickly turned toward the paddle boat. The bottle of sunscreen was tossed into the bag she found it in before she took a seat in the vessel. As she waited for her ship's first mate to join her, she rubbed&nbsp; what was left of the sunscreen onto her face, her ears, and her neck. Things were no doubt going to get heated on Love Island - best not to have it show on her skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 03:38:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/oSyF2xi.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 | Super Early Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beachy Breakfast with Mark<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> Mark<br><br><hr><br>Rhonda often hated being in the backseat of cars. It always lulled her into thinking that she was going to get the chance to rest her eyes and sleep on long road trips but it never ever worked out that way. She always thought that her falling asleep would make the driver fall asleep and then they would drive off a cliff into the ocean and be forgotten forever because that's exactly what you deserve when you fall asleep in a car. She'd gladly risk death and fall asleep in this jeep, however, after being woken up at a near ridiculous hour in order to be driven to another beach locale. <br><br>Before her lunch date with JJ, Rhonda crossed paths with Mark. There wasn't much time for the two to catch up in that moment, with the girl only just acknowledging that they had a breakfast date the next day and that she would be glad to be sitting across the table from him. She knew very well that she couldn't, but boy did she wish she could have told him and Love Island to go fuck themselves so she could turn over in her bed and sleep some more.<br><br>Alas, Rhonda was here, barely awake, her hair a bit of a mess from her rushed job in getting ready for the date. She still dressed nice, as far as she could tell. For all she knew there was a single sock stuck on her back and she had forgotten to put on anything underneath the dress. A hand reached behind her while the other ran along her hip and waist. Negative on both accounts.<br><br>The jeep arrived at its destination with a sleepy Rhonda slipping out of it. She didn't wait for the jeep to drive off like she had on her first date at the beach, instead walking right for the water and the camera crew. A few deep breaths of the ocean breeze and the sight of the crashing waves did wonders for her mood. The sight of couches made of sand stirred her curiosity. A somewhat dejected looking Mark taking in the view piqued her interest.<br><br>"Oh, hi Mark!" Rhonda said as she stepped up beside her breakfast date. She purposely repeated the greeting she had given him when they first encountered each other. There was a bend in her hip to get on level with the seated Mark, who looked to be dressed far more comfortably than when she spotted him in the foyer of the villa. "I hope we don't make a habit of meeting this early. Like, holy. I can't remember the last time I saw a sun rise."<br><br>Her interest in the sun rise only just beat out her amazement in couches made of sand. Who thinks to make couches out of sand? Rhonda thought they were brilliant. She thought to ask Mark if he knew who made them, but with how content he seemed to be to look out at the ocean, she didn't want to spoil it with a silly inquiry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 12:50:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VnMGOo9.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> 2 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dinner date on the beach.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Pictured- Lightweight chocolate-brown slacks, white linen shirt, summer blazer<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cassie<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney Clark<br>&nbsp;(http://)<hr><br>Owen kept his head up while he worked through the process of removing his socks and shoes, and silently chided himself for not doing the mental work of realizing that it was a <em>beach</em> date, for crying out loud. With the offered glass in his hand, he listened and nodded along knowingly, offering a brief look of what he hoped conveyed empathy when Delaney remarked on the overall success of the day. Discretion on his mind, he decided not to press that topic with her, at least, not right out of the gate. <br><br>He didn’t mind that Delany had seen his video. While not wild about being a bit short-sided in terms of information about his companion, at least it meant one of them wasn’t sitting there completely blind to their dinner companion. If anything, he was grateful for a question on a topic dear to his heart, even if it happen to be his profession. <br><br>“Well,” he said, the slightest bit of a chuckle coming with the word, “Yes, but, perhaps not as much or at the level as I’d like anymore. I’ve been really lucky though-a couple bids to play for my country, a chance to see a fair deal of Europe, and doing it while I play a game I love dearly.” <br><br>Owen picked up his wine and sighed, took a fair sip, and, with the glass still cradled in his left, leaned back a bit in the chair. “But it’s a rough, hard sport. It’s hard on the body. I’ve had more days where I’ve been sore and aching in the last 10 years than not, I’d wager. I still love it, but I know I might be getting to the end of the line.” <br><br>His gaze went back to Delaney, his eyes softening a bit. Talking about the start of the end of his career wasn’t a topic he adored, but he also knew he couldn’t ignore it. He also didn’t want to talk further about it with someone he’d just met, fearing he’d either bore her or get a bit too emotional about it. “And you? Forgive me, I don’t have much background on you.” He smirked, “They didn’t let us Day 1 folks peek at any videos, you know.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 15:28:26</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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<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 (thanks to Elsa and her attentive fingers)<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><hr><br>************************************************<br><br><em>"Mom...this is not how people dance."</em><br><br>"Oh quiet, you.&nbsp; This is indeed how people dance.&nbsp; Smart people.&nbsp; People that want to do things properly.", came the measured, calm but unyielding response.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Yeah but...I'm seventeen.&nbsp; I'm not smart.&nbsp; In fact you called me an idiot this morning and..."</em><br><br>"Shush.&nbsp; Cori will love this and if she doesn't then I promise you.&nbsp; At some point in the future, there will be a young woman that will love you more because you dance."<br><br><em>"I think that maybe you are making a bigger deal out of dancing than..."</em><br><br>"No Mark.&nbsp; I'm not.&nbsp; Dancing is like sex and we've had this discussion already but if you want to have it again."<br><br><em>"Nope!&nbsp; No mom.&nbsp; I'm good!&nbsp; Sex can be fun.&nbsp; Sex can be a transaction like a handshake.&nbsp; Sex can be emotional and a promise.&nbsp; I understand about sex."</em><br><br>His mom gave him a small smile.<br><br>"No Mark.&nbsp; You don't understand about it but at least you were paying attention.&nbsp; Dancing is sex without the obvious and immediate physical pleasure.&nbsp; You still have to pay attention to your partner.&nbsp; You have to relinquish control sometimes and then other times take control and there's no real set of rules except for the fact that you really need to listen to your partner."<br><br><em>"Yeah okay but how do you listen to your partner when the music is so loud and..."</em><br><br>His mom cut him off by placing a single finger against his chest right above where he supposed his heart was.<br><br>"No Mark.&nbsp; You listen...to her."<br><br>Mark blinked as he thought about her words...<br><br><em>"So...but dad doesn't dance.&nbsp; He doesn't like to look stupid."</em><br><br>"Your father doesn't understand that you don't have to be the best dancer out there.&nbsp; That you just need to commit to the moment and commit to your body.&nbsp; It says a lot to just...do it."<br><br><em>"Does he know you care this much about dancing?"</em><br><br>His mom nodded her head slightly...pressing her lips together.<br><br><em>"So he knows and he still won't dance?"</em><br><br>His mom turned away from him and there was a silence that hung in the air.&nbsp; It made him feel anxious.&nbsp; He bit the inside of his cheek a moment before finally speaking.<br><br><em>"I'm ready to dance more mom."</em><br><br>**************************************************<br><br>He did not know Elsa and there was a significant height difference...but in the end it was a simple box step waltz that he was able to keep in time with the Spanish melody that was being played.&nbsp; He held her in a way that suggested he knew what he was doing however, and his hands were on her securely.&nbsp; Not holding her too tightly as if he needed to prove himself to her and not loosely as though he was unsure about her or the moment.<br><br><em>"If my right foot goes forward, your left goes back.&nbsp; If my left goes forward, then your right.&nbsp; If I move back...you move forward."</em> , he spoke in a low, calm tone.&nbsp; Giving her smiles and slight encouraging nods as they got the basics down.&nbsp; <em>"Pay attention to my hands on you...they'll guide you in the right direction."<br></em>&nbsp; There was no judging from him when they misstepped or bumped into one another.&nbsp; Just a warm smile and a lifting of his chin to guide her in the proper direction as they became more familiar with one another until they had the box step down.&nbsp; Even while giving her at the very least a bible's width between his body and hers, he was still aware of the curve of her breasts brushing against or pressing to him from time to time as they got comfortable with the process.<br><br>Only to stop a moment...still holding her as he spoke.&nbsp; <em>"Now.&nbsp; We're going to do the same box...but we're going to move around the floor.&nbsp; Just focus on my hands, your feet will know what to do."</em> He lifted an eyebrow...&nbsp; <em>"Ready Elsa?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 15:53:55</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, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach date scene type locale thing<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark, linen shorts (navy), <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">linen shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F81%2Fa8%2F87%2F81a88772eb0095f066dedc2b2624e1f0.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div> , sandals<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rhonda<br><br><br><hr><br>He thought he could detect her perfume a few heartbeats before it had been snatched away and replaced by the scent of the ocean as the waves danced along the beach in front of them.&nbsp; She greeted him with another "Oh hi Mark." , like she had done the other day when they had both been heading off for other dates.<br><br>He moved from a crouch to a standing position smoothly...swiftly, buoyed by enthusiasm as well as a goodly amount of physical competence.&nbsp; He pivoted in the sand to look to her and he gave her a grin. <em> "Oh hi, Rhonda."</em>&nbsp; Was his amused response before continuing, nodding his head slightly.&nbsp; <em>" I apologize for the early morning ambush.&nbsp; The producers don't give us an abundance of options."</em><br><br>He gave her another smile and managed to keep his eyes on hers for the entire time...so far.&nbsp; <em>" You look great and I'm just going to jump right into this because..."</em>&nbsp; he tilted his head slightly from one side to the other as he thought about it.&nbsp; <em>"...because I'm fuckin' bad at this but I'm trying to learn from past mistakes so..."</em><br><br>He lifted an eyebrow as he inquired.&nbsp; <em>"Logan made it clear yesterday that the two of you are a couple and...well...I don't mean that the two of you were coupled up but that you are a couple."</em>&nbsp; He didn't bother mentioning Logan slipping into a daydream when Delaney was mentioned.&nbsp; <em>"So you have some options."</em> , he spoke in a tone that was light-hearted.&nbsp; He desperately wanted to avoid another situation like he'd had with Grace.<br><br><em>"If you would like to go because you feel like you're just wasting time with me, that's cool.&nbsp; I get it.&nbsp; No judgement and no harm done.&nbsp; If you want to stay, keep things real platonic and we can talk game?&nbsp; That's great too because I'm up for that.&nbsp; You want a date type of situation then I'm good with that."</em> , he paused a moment as he thought. <em> "Or...some fucked up permutation of all of those things?"</em>, he gave her a playful grin.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"I'm good with that."</em><br><br>He looked back over his shoulder...realizing how comfortable he was getting with the cameras and crew .&nbsp; Already he was starting to just think of them as static scenery.&nbsp; He then looked back to Rhonda.&nbsp; <em>"Or we could go do yoga on the beach while you figure shit out?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 17:39:31</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July | Shortly after Noon <br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On the beach/Paddleboating in the bay<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rhonda<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ was looking forward to his turn under Rhonda’s hands.&nbsp; He’d tried to strike the right balance of form, function and flirtation when he was rubbing her down and was curious where her own attentions would fall on the spectrum between efficiency and eroticism.&nbsp; The look she gave him when he took off his shirt gave him reason to believe that it would skew a bit to the latter.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He quickly realized that his presumption was… optimistic.&nbsp; He didn’t mind the temperature of her hands.&nbsp; After all, it was a warm day and the touch of her cool fingers on his skin was actually pretty refreshing.&nbsp; Once she got the lotion on him, though, it was all business.&nbsp; He was left with the impression that she was applying a dry rub rather than taking an opportunity to run her hands over him sensually in a socially acceptable way.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He was a little surprised, to be honest.&nbsp; There had already been times where Rhonda seemed interested in him but others where it seemed like she had something better to do.&nbsp; She’d been playfully sexy under his hands… he was reasonably sure of that… but the dynamic felt different when the tables were turned.&nbsp; He didn’t know what to make of it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>“It’s all good,”</em> he thought congenially.&nbsp; <em>“Date’s not over yet… and even if Rhonda’s not feeling it, I’ve got another date tonight.&nbsp; Maybe that gorgeous redhead will be a little more interested.”</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Internal pep talk completed, he resolved himself to be congenial and charming with Rhonda, but to allow her enough space to figure out whether she wanted more than a decent lunch and an hour or two of exercise.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Once both of them were ready, JJ offered his hand to Rhonda to steady her as she boarded the paddleboat.&nbsp; Once she was safely aboard, he pointed the bow of the small craft toward the bay, got in, gave her a warm smile, put his feet firmly on the pedals and winked.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Time to kick the tires and light the fires. Onward, Lieutenant!&nbsp; Let’s get the USS Rhasper under weigh.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ let Rhonda set the pace as they paddled out into gentle swells, the boat rising and falling peacefully as they took their date onto the water.&nbsp; The day had turned out quite warm, but lovely, the sun turning the water around them into glittering gold and sparkling jewels.&nbsp; Beneath them a small crab scuttled into deeper waters as their shadow passed over it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He reached back and grabbed two orange wedges, peel still attached, and offered her one as the two of them left the beach behind.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“So… Notting Hill.&nbsp; Your favorite rom-com or you just liked the money quote from Julia Roberts?”</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He couldn’t remember if he’d told her about the producers letting him and Delaney see the “original” Islanders videos, but either way it was fine.&nbsp; She’d either know what he was talking about and get the reference immediately or she’d wonder how he knew.&nbsp; Conversation piece whichever way.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 19:21:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July | Sunset<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On the beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Cassandra<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ watched closely for Cassandra’s initial reaction.&nbsp; His earlier two dates couldn’t have been more different in many ways, but in one way they were quite similar:&nbsp; Both women had guarded themselves carefully at first, sure to keep their initial impressions of him close to their vest.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He understood the impulse.&nbsp; This place… Love Island… was an unlikely ecosystem for breeding love.&nbsp; He’d said as much to Grace, in fact, during their date.&nbsp; Some people, like Grace apparently, really were here to make that connection.&nbsp; Others were here for the money.&nbsp; Others still for a lark.&nbsp; So he couldn’t blame anyone, man or woman, for not wanting to lay their cards on the table immediately.&nbsp; He could even respect it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; As a human being, though, he did yearn for the sort of immediate, undeniable attraction that was impossible to hide.&nbsp; From a purely physical level, he suspected that Cassandra would offer the best chance for him to feel that.&nbsp; Every last one of the ladies on the Island were undeniably lovely, but there was something… incandescent… about Cassie that he found compelling.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; So when the Jeep arrived with her, he stood and smiled, hoping that the attraction would be mutual.&nbsp; JJ watched her seem to unfold herself from the Jeep, her long legs appearing first, tantalizingly, before the rest of her slipped out of the door.&nbsp; And the rest… well… he could honestly say she ticked all the boxes for him.&nbsp; Trim?&nbsp; Check.&nbsp; Beautiful? Check.&nbsp; Great smile?&nbsp; Check.&nbsp; Big, natural chest? Check and mate.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; When she stopped for a moment to gape at the setting for their date, JJ laughed softly.&nbsp; Sure, he wasn’t the first thing she looked at but he sincerely didn’t blame her.&nbsp; In fact, her appreciation of the surroundings ticked a box that he wasn’t even aware of.&nbsp; Ability to appreciate classy, tasteful ambience?&nbsp; Check.&nbsp; To be fair to Rhonda, perhaps she would check the same box, but his date with her was crafted to be completely different.<br><br>&nbsp; Once Cassie had internalized it all, her attention turned to him… and her reaction made him smile.&nbsp; He saw the initial flare of appreciative surprise when she saw him.&nbsp; Could swear that he saw her visibly capture her composure and rein it in.&nbsp; She was too far away for him to be sure, but she seemed to have given him a not-entirely-subtle once over.&nbsp; Good.&nbsp; Very good.&nbsp; His smile broadened and he walked over to meet her halfway between the car and the dinner table.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; When JJ approached, his warm hands enveloped hers and he gave her a European kiss to each cheek, his eyes sparkling with attraction and amusement.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“And I didn’t think this place could get any more beautiful.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He offered her an arm.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Shall we?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 03:32:28</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<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dinner date on the beach.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> 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> Owen<br><br><br><hr> <br>Whether on account of exhaustion or personality, Delaney was an open book. Coming on Love Island unwilling to share trials, heartbreaks and high points was a losing proposition. Every aspect of life was on camera here, each moment, each misstep, each failure. Discussing the tribulations of her first full day on the Island was minor if you took all of that into account. <br><br>“The All Blacks are kind of a big deal.” she smiled, took another fortifying drink of wine and mulled it over. Rugby naturally wasn’t as big in her world as baseball, but she knew enough.<br><br>She considered asking him if she had the right build for it, but recognizing his gentle reluctance to discuss it changed tactics. No one could accuse her of not reading the room..at least not this time. <br><br>&nbsp;Did he wear interesting socks? Points to him if he did. <br><br>“So me…” she laughed almost self deprecatingly, “I’m a Geologist presently based in the U.S.” <br><br>Off the beaten path from the Instagram models and social media personalities, and fashion entrepreneurs that currently filled the villa, but perhaps that was part of her charm. <br><br>“I’m employed in the mining industry, mainly consulting on new projects or operations that have stagnated for one reason or another. I move around a lot, but it’s been an...enlightening experience overall.”<br><br>She paused briefly, forgetting off hand what she’d said in her introduction video. It seemed like a lifetime ago.<br><br>“I like the outdoors, and sports...and my favorite color is blue. Not pastel, but more cobalt.” <br><br>The statement played with a teasing note and a grin before they were off to much more critical points of conversation...like…<br><br>“Love Island...what were you thinking? What brought you here?” <br><br>What were any of them thinking? When had this ever seemed like a good idea? How much Tequila had been involved?&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 18:57:38</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> Montréal, Québec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lunch date with JJ<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Off-white two-piece string bikini, <del>black floral pattern romper with a deep V</del>, 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> JJ<br><br><hr><br>There was no hiding Rhonda's laugh as JJ enthusiastically led them and their tiny watercraft into the bay. It was a surprise to hear such a thing come from someone that looked like he did. Someone so put together and covered in tattoos? 9 times out of 10 that guy is a drug dealer. Every 1 of 20 is an undercover cop. 4 out of 5 dentists agree.<br><br>Once her laughter subsided, Rhonda sat up straight and pushed herself off of the paddles to get some sort of rhythm. It was a rough go at the start, but as their paddleboat got some momentum and JJ started to kick on with her, it was smooth sailing. So to speak. Her boatmate reached behind them and retrieved a pair of orange slices - his and her slices. One was offered to her, and with her hands still on her sides, she leaned into his outstretched hand grabbed a hold of the segment with her teeth. Tugging away from him, the peel remained in JJ's hand while she nommed on the juicy innards. She pictured it being a clean maneuver, though the back of her hand did come up to her lips to wipe away at some rogue droplets of orange.<br><br>"Notting Hill...?" Rhonda repeated slowly, the words muffled slightly by her hand. Her eyes were looking up at a cloud as if it was going to tell her what he was referencing. "Oh! My interview video." She laughed again, setting her hands back at her sides. Her legs and feet were now able to peddle without even thinking about it. "I forgot about that. Would you believe me if I said that I wasn't actually that into rom-coms? I just Googled some cheesy quotes and that one came up pretty often. I guess his English accent was a plus?" <br><br>After explaining herself, she tried to recall the rest of the video, going backwards from the last question that JJ had referenced. There were a lot of questions that involved sets of threes, she remembered, though the one that was sticking out to her now was her answer to what three words she would use to describe herself in bed. A slight blush took over her facial features. Not at the subject herself but more for how embarrassing of an answer she gave. It was cute, maybe, but definitely not an answer to spur on a gentleman in the sac.<br><br>"Ooooh boy. So you already know how amazing I am, huh? That's not fair! I should get to interview you back." Rhonda looked to JJ with an arched brow, then would deepen it a bit more to let him know she was serious if their eyes met. "Okay, Mr. JJ the Gym-owning-model, describe yourself in three words." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 19:20:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/oSyF2xi.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 | Super Early Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beachy Breakfast with Mark<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> Mark<br><br><hr><br>Mark had stood up with a level of agility that she didn't know existed at this hour in the day. It took her a few seconds to stand up straight herself when he turned to her at full attention. It's going to take her a bit to truly wake up. "Don't worry about the wake up call! Complaining isn't going to help either of us too much. It might even get us kicked out!" She laughed into her hand to try and disguise the yawn that she could feel coming. It probably worked. Probably.<br><br>Her stealthy definitely-not-a-yawn continued as Mark went on to compliment her. She was used to it, as vain as that was. What cut her yawn short was him swearing himself off as being bad at this whole dating deal. Instinctively rather than consciously, Rhonda brought her arms up and crossed them, her weight planted on a single leg while the opposite hip popped out a bit as she listened to him. He mentioned Logan and the fact that the Englishman let it be known to him that they were a in a couple. Or was absolutely coupled up. Or were two people hanging around each other. Rhonda cocked a brow at how Mark danced around the subject of Logan but knew where he was getting at.<br><br>Mark went on to offer what he called options. Rhonda switched hips and tilted her head the other direction as he went over them. This was a considerably different scene for breakfast than the one that she had in her head. There was more coffee in her version, first and foremost.<br><br>"Well, the way I see it..." Rhonda shrugged her shoulders and uncrossed her arms in a single motion. One hand reached up to play fidget with her sunglasses as she thought about how to say what she wanted to say as tactfully as possible. "I'm already here, there's food over there, and we get to learn about each other while sitting on couches made of frickin' sand! Let's forget about everything else for now, eh?" <br><br>Not asking for permission, Rhonda moved to the set up that they had made for them. She sat down on the far side, giving Mark the privilege of the couch that was closest to where they were previously standing. A finger prodded at the sand that was beneath one of the cushions. It caved under her touch just a bit, which made her laugh at herself. It was still made of sand, what did she expect?<br><br>Finally getting over her amazement with the craftsmanship of sand couches, Rhonda turned herself fully and properly to engage the sand table in front of them. Her eyes scanned the breakfast items one by one, but quickly moved for the coffee carafe that she had been dreaming about earlier. A cup was poured for herself, though she held the carafe up instead of setting it back down. "Coffee, sir?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 19:50:42</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, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach date scene type locale thing<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark, linen shorts (navy), <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">linen shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F81%2Fa8%2F87%2F81a88772eb0095f066dedc2b2624e1f0.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div> , sandals<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rhonda<br><br><br><hr><br>Rhonda seemingly gave zero fucks about the process that he had encountered in the villa.&nbsp; It was nice and he found himself biting his lower lip as she walked away after having decided that she was just going to relax and enjoy herself.&nbsp; He thought for a moment that this date was going to go the way his date with Grace went when Rhonda crossed her arms but things seemed to be proceeding significantly better.<br><br>He followed...moving semi-cautiously as he wasn't quite confident about the couches and everything else being stable but once he settled in.&nbsp; He made a bit of an impressed face before settling in against the cushions.&nbsp; Smiling brightly and shaking his head as he refused her offer of coffee.&nbsp; Motioning slightly with one hand in denial before grabbing the cream and sugar and placing the respective vessels closer to her to use if she needed them.&nbsp; <em>"No thanks...but I will help myself to that..."</em>, his voice dwindled into a growl as he reached for a small chilled pitcher of orange juice.&nbsp; Pouring himself a glass and placing it nearby as he waited for Rhonda to get her coffee ready as need be, not wanting to drink before she did.<br><br>He gave her an amused look.&nbsp; <em>"The glasses are a good look. "</em> , he motioned slightly with his chin towards her before getting distracted by the approach of a person dropping of a steaming plate with what looked like an omelet on it.<br><br>"Tortilla...", came the response as it was placed on the surface between two of them.&nbsp; Mark looked from it...up to Rhonda...and then back to the "tortilla".&nbsp; He shook his head slightly...a soft laugh spilling from him as he spoke.&nbsp; <em>"I'm...that's not..."</em>, he fixed Rhonda with his blue eyes.&nbsp; <em>"How familiar are you with Spanish cuisine?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 20:11:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>It was adorable watching this big tatted up, bad boy of a man trying to teaching her how to dance. In the background the music the band played adjusted based on the dancing that they did. This band was smooth, they knew how to segue into different tempos and styles to keep everything on track. Elsa chuckled as her feet stumbled with Mark's once, they were working on getting their footing correct - always a challenge with two people of such disproportionate sizes. After the quick early fumble they were off and flowing smoothly. <br><br>It was very nice being this close to Mark, his body was hard and muscled under his clothes. The tats looked even better up close when she glanced down at the artwork. Plus, it had been awhile since she was this close to a man that she actually wanted to be close to. Elsa had hid from her previous boyfriend that she was coming on the show, so for awhile there had been some very uncomfortable dates and awkward avoidance in the weeks before she left to be on the show. Mark was a welcome change, he was attractive, friendly, polite, and really interesting. Did I mention he was attractive? He was so very attractive.<br><br>After a few minutes of what she felt was very pleasant, if maybe a little stiff, dancing. Elsa said, <strong>"Do you know how to Tango or Salsa? We should take this up a notch. I don't have the footwear for it but I think I can keep up if you'd like to give it a try. We can give them a show.</strong>"<br><br>The band was ready for the queue from the producers to make the switch in music if needed. If Mark agreed to Tango or Salsa he'd find that Elsa had a moderate level of ability in this form of dancing as well. More importantly, she would be excited and giddy at the opportunity for it throwing herself fully into thrilling rhythms. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 20:52:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/oSyF2xi.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 | Super Early Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beachy Breakfast with Mark<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> Mark<br><br><hr><br>"What kind of person doesn't drink coffee..." Rhonda, although not genuinely appalled by Mark declining having a cup of joe poured for him, wore a look on her face that said otherwise. Her features returned to zero when the cream and sugar were moved in front of her and her cup. She set down the coffee carafe and tilted her head at Mark graciously. He went on to reach for a pitcher of orange juice. She thought for a moment that if there was motor oil or pig's blood on the table he would go for that. The jury was still out on whether he was a robot or a monster for not drinking coffee. <br><br>Mark mentioned the glasses on her head and how it was a good look on her. She laughed a tiny one in response, more so because she didn't want to drop the creamer boat and all its contents into her coffee. "It was a spur of the moment deal. I saw them in my bag earlier this morning and was all 'Yeah! Those are cute.'" The boat was placed back on the table by the unused sugar vessel. Something about being too sweet already. "Really, though, they're mostly up there to stop this unruly mop from flying in my face."<br><br>She didn't have a lot of time to get ready, all considered. The night before was... something else. It was almost as if it didn't even happen (yet). Couple that with a rush job getting up and at 'em, everyone gets Barely Out of Bed Rhonda. Mark didn't seem to mind, which made her happy about the whole situation. By the sounds of it, this was already going far better than what even he anticipated, so Rhonda hoped the bar would stay rather low so that BOB Rhonda doesn't mess it up for any of the other Rhondas on Love Island.<br><br>A server came out of the blue to drop off some breakfast for the two of them. He was probably sweating his pants off by the production team while the two were seemingly squared off earlier. Setting down the plates, he was off like a rocket. "Oh. I think this is a Spanish omelette." Rhonda looked up at Mark as he too was eyeing the food. He seemed like he was stuck on the what he conventionally knew as a tortilla. "Sorry, I guess it would be 'tortilla española'!" <br><br>Being a foodie did have its perks. It didn't help Rhonda's accent, though. She had a bit of a French flare on her enunciation and her hands moved in the air like she was an Italian mobster. A child of the world, you could call her.<br><br>A few sips of her coffee preceded her cutting up the tortilla on the plate. A few gestures of her utensil wielding hands requested Mark to bring his plate to the center of the table. Once it was there, she shoveled a couple of portions onto it. Mark, while not exactly looking like a growing boy who needed it, still looked like someone who could devour any meal put in front of him.<br><br>"It's ba~asically egg and potato," Rhonda said without any inkling from Mark that he needed clarification. Her sing-song answer was more to buy time as she tried to remember if there is usually anything else in it. Nothing came to mind. A single portion made it on to her plate and a consequent forkful made it to her mouth.<br><br>"Oh, hey! You got to watch the interview videos for everyone, didn't you?" Rhonda blurted out her thought as soon as it came to her. Well, almost as soon. She finished the bite in her mouth lest some tortilla española made it onto the table where it shouldn't be. Her answer to the 'What do you notice first when you meet someone' question was running through her mind. Mark hit each of the points on her semi-cheating answer. "Was mine the best? Don't lie!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragongoddess</strong> on <strong>01-09-2019, 03:25:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3bgirls.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Sabrina_Lynn.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 | Sunset<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the Beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;See Picture (https://3bgirls.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Sabrina_Lynn.jpg) over this bikini (https://img4.hotnessrater.com/4794555/sabrina-lynn-bikini.jpg?w=500&amp;h=750), this short necklace (https://www.blarney.com/contentfiles/images/SW6.jpg), and this black Claddagh ring (http://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/jH4AAOxyCGNTKcN7/s-l300.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> | JJ | CLOSED! |<br><hr>Cassandra had to mentally nudge herself a little bit when she saw her date walking towards her.&nbsp; She didn’t want to be rude but she was still stuck on the amazingly good looks of both the man coming towards her and the area in which their date was set up.&nbsp; <em>’Don’t keep him waiting.’</em>&nbsp; She internally told herself.<br><br>The first few steps started a little slowly.&nbsp; If anyone had asked, she would have said she needed to get used to walking in the sand with these heels on.&nbsp; In truth, it took her a few steps to gain the confidence she felt she needed to display about this situation.&nbsp; <em>’Fake it til you make it.’</em>&nbsp; She had once heard someone say, though she could never remember who or where.&nbsp; That was a phrase she had found really worked, at least for her, so she lived by it.<br><br>Once she had her “footing”, Cassie started walking faster, her confidence carrying her to the mid-point where she finally came face-to-face with the tattooed hunk.&nbsp; If she’d thought he looked good from a distance, it was nothing compared to seeing him up close and personal.&nbsp; His muscles were definitely an amazing feature.&nbsp; Just based on appearance, she knew she wouldn’t mind having those arms wrapped around her at night.&nbsp; &nbsp;The tattoos were beautiful and Cassandra knew they’d eventually become the topic of discussion.&nbsp; But it was his eyes that fascinated her the most.&nbsp; They were gorgeous and mysterious as if they held years of secrets just waiting to be discovered.&nbsp; The eyes that looked so much intriguing made the redhead’s effort at hiding her appreciation fall apart all at once.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">”Damn.”</span></span>&nbsp; Cassandra wasn’t sure whether she said her thoughts out loud or just in her head.&nbsp; She hoped it was just in her head but the realization that she had definitely let her guard slip was enough to put it right back up…until he opened his mouth after their traditional European kisses greeting.&nbsp; His words made her cheeks light up ever so slightly.<br><br><em>’This is not going to be easy, is it?’</em>&nbsp; She asked herself as she responded aloud to his comment.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">”Why thank you.&nbsp; You don’t look so bad yourself.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">”We shall.”</span></span>&nbsp; It didn’t take too long for the bright color to slip from her cheeks, replaced by a confident smirk as she looped one arm around his offered arm, the hand of the other arm, crossing across her body to hold onto his bicep.&nbsp; She definitely liked the way it felt to have his muscles underneath her fingers.&nbsp; Not that she was ever going to tell him that.&nbsp; She wasn’t going to reveal her cards too early, especially not if she didn’t know whether or not she would like his personality as much as she liked looking at him.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">”So how has your day been so far?”</span></span>&nbsp; She asked after a moment as they walked towards the table.&nbsp; Sure, that may have been one of the most common small talk phrases but Cassandra genuinely did care.&nbsp; She hoped he had a more interesting day than she had so far; besides, maybe she’d be able to find out if either of the other girls were going to give her any real competition if she decided she did like JJ.&nbsp; And it didn’t hurt that if they were talking she had something else to focus on other than his amazing good looks, the uber-classiness of their settings, and the gorgeous way the sunset lit up the sky to make everything even more romantic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>01-09-2019, 04:28:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VnMGOo9.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> 2 July, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dinner date on the beach.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured- Lightweight chocolate-brown slacks, white linen shirt, summer blazer<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Cassie<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delaney Clark<br><hr><br>What were any of them thinking? Owen had definitely played this thought around in his mind more than once over the first two days at the villa. <br><br>The US part he’d been able to make just from her first words, but was glad for the confirmation. He found that he’d let the glass of wine rest lazily in his fingers as he listened to her further, nodding as she described her propensity to move frequently as a result of her job. “Well, I can certainly relate to the nomadic life-style. Last time I’ve spent more than 2 years in one place I was still in University back in New Zealand.” <br><br>The bit about the favorite color? That he filed away. Ditto for the fact that she was a woman of science, and well educated it seemed. <br><br>He considered the question. There were answers, more than one, probably. Did Delaney get the full, unvarnished truth as he saw it? Was he going to veil it? Nevermind that the cameras were peering over both of their shoulders to try and capture their words, mannerisms and expressions as they spoke. <br><br>With a deft movement of his free hand, he unfolded and dropped a napkin in his lap. “Well, see, I happened to get lost on a bike ride, pulled up in front of the villa and, well…” He smirked, shaking his head at his own bad joke, then continued, “You know, to be honest, I’m probably closer to the end of my playing career than I want to be, and it was pointed out to me that I probably have neglected the personal side of my life the last 12 years or so.” <br><br>Owen reached for a small piece of thick-crusted bread and broke a piece off, punctuating the statement with a shrug. “Now, I don’t know that this is the best way to go about making up for lost time, but I felt like I owed myself a different experience. What about you? What’s your excuse?” He queried before popping a torn off hunk of bread into his mouth. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>01-09-2019, 16:48:57</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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<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 (thanks to Elsa and her attentive fingers)<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><hr><br>He laughed softly and bit his lower lip a moment as Elsa suggested "taking it up a notch".&nbsp; &nbsp; He shook his head slightly before responding...but while talking he still held Elsa close simply because it felt nice to have her as close as she was. <em>"Yeah...no.&nbsp; I can do a box step and I can polka until your feet fall off.&nbsp; Salsa and tango?&nbsp; No."</em> <br><br>He nodded his head to her slightly, his smile growing warmer as his hand between her shoulders slipped down to rest more intimately on the small of her back.&nbsp; One fingertip resting low enough to have found the strip of warm, bare flesh between her top and her jeans.&nbsp; <em>"I suppose it's my turn to trust you now."</em><br><br>It had felt nice to move with her once they had found each other's rhythm with the box step...and while he knew the salsa and the tango were profoundly more physical and sensual dances, there was a good part of him that was looking forward to seeing Elsa move in such a way.<br><br>He gave her a playful grin and a mock-stern look.&nbsp; <em>"Don't screw this up, Elsa."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>01-09-2019, 21:11:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July | Shortly after Noon <br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On the beach/Paddleboating in the bay<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rhonda<br><br><hr><br>JJ laughed softly as Rhonda made a grab for the orange with her teeth.&nbsp; To be fair she executed the unorthodox method of eating citrus fruit reasonably well and it reinforced his impression of her quirky nature.&nbsp; Since that was part of why he'd invited her to this date anyway, he welcomed it.&nbsp; He'd wanted to try things on with a woman who was both beautiful and fun and while he wasn't yet sure how much she was into him, he <em>was</em> sure that she fit the bill.<br><br>As the two of them pedaled the small boat into the bay, JJ ate his orange wedge as well and tossed the two peels overboard.&nbsp; He listened as she responded to his question, but wasn't terribly disappointed in the mundane answer.&nbsp; He didn't have a dog in the fight about what her favorite rom-com was, it was simply a conversation starter.&nbsp; And it seemed to have worked.&nbsp; After a few moments of exposition, she seemed to realize the implications of his question.&nbsp; With her skin tone it was hard to see a blush, but she did look a little apprehensive about it.&nbsp; Or was that just slight discomfort?&nbsp; Either way, she seemed to want to shift the attention back to him and he chuckled inwardly.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"All right,"</em> he thought, <em>"we can do that."</em><br><br>He kept his eyes forward, the water turning a deeper blue below them as the bottom sank away by slow degrees.<br><br><strong>"Describe myself in three words, huh?"</strong><br><br>He pursed his lips and scratched his chin ostentatiously, the very picture of a man deep in thought... if it hadn't been for the wry grin constantly threatening to tug the corners of his mouth up.<br><br><strong>"I'd have to say 'Unconventional', 'Passionate' and..."</strong><br><br>His demeanor changed slightly. Gone was the slightly playful, mildly joking guy.&nbsp; He looked at her briefly and seemed to actually be taking the last descriptor seriously.<br><br><strong>"'Strong', I guess,"</strong> he said, though it seemed fairly clear to her that he wasn't talking about physical strength.&nbsp; Or, at least, if he was he was using it as a metaphor.<br><br>He gave her a slight grin and after a few moments of silence, spoke up once more.<br><br><strong>"Listen... earlier I had a chance to explore a bit after my breakfast date... ah... ended early."</strong><br><br>A small, amused smile played across his lips at the euphemism.&nbsp; JJ didn't often bother with shading the truth, but he was still trying to find his way in the game.<br><strong><br>"I think I saw a little cove up the beach a bit.&nbsp; It's sort of far, but I think you can handle it and it looks like there'll be some shade there.&nbsp; We can stop and have a drink... maybe a few bites... before we head back. You game?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 00:16:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Salsa Time! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_2Eilj-yzg)<br><hr><br class="clear_left">Elsa laughed when Mark told her not to screw it up. Of course she was going to screw it up. Screwing up was a major part of the fun. Elsa took his arm and put his hand on her shoulder, she gently rested her arm over his and then took his other hand and held it up. There was a little more space between them now. <br><br><strong>"Alright, watch my feet,"</strong> Elsa said.<strong> "I'm going to step back and replace the foot with my other and then I'll do the same with the other foot."</strong> She let go of his hand and arm and did a quick sort of double step back and moved forward again taking his arm and hand once more. <strong>"Now you'll do the same but you'll step forward into me. No pushing and no pulling. Your hips will rock naturally with the step. Don't overthink it. Just step and replace twice, hold a brief pause and continue back the opposite direction. Normally the man will lead by stepping forward but I'll slowly step back so you can follow along. When you get comfortable you can just let yourself move. Alright, nice and slow follow..."</strong> She began her step back in earnest, letting him attempt to keep up. As she moved she softly said, <strong>"Quick, quick, pause... and Quick, quick, pause."</strong> The words were quick but the action was actually very slow. <strong>"Now there's a turn in this as well but we won't worry about that. We'll just do the back and forth steps for a bit."</strong><br><br>The music had quieted down while they spoke and a light salsa rhythm began to play. If Mark was able to get the hang of it, she'd encourage him to speed up his tempo by repeating the <strong>"Quick, quick, pause. That's it, don't stop just feel the music."</strong> Whether he was getting the steps right or not was not important, she was encouraging him to continue regardless. At one point she held up his hand and did a little duck and spin under it as she moved, her hips swinging to the Latin sounds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 01:05:04</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, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach date scene type locale thing<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark, linen shorts (navy), <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">linen shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F81%2Fa8%2F87%2F81a88772eb0095f066dedc2b2624e1f0.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div> , sandals<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rhonda<br><br><br><hr><br>His eyebrows lifted in speculation as Rhonda took the time to explain to him just what it was that was placed before them.&nbsp; Making a face that suggested he was appraising the food before him as well as appraising her assessment of the food she had just introduced him to in a way.<br><br>He didn't hesitate to offer her his plate and he gave her a small but genuine smile as she served him some of the tortilla espanola.&nbsp; He placed the plate in front of him, his hands resting comfortably upon either side of the plate.&nbsp; Giving her a smile as he watched and listened.&nbsp; It was a bit like a pet being given the command to eat once Rhonda had taken her first bite and swallowed it.&nbsp; Seemingly giving her the opportunity to eat first prior to him taking a bite.&nbsp; He nodded his head slightly as he listened to what she had to say when she was asking about the videos.&nbsp; He took a mouthful of the spanish recipe that had been placed before them, chewing...shrugging his shoulders and grunting slightly in response to her question.<br><br>Once he had swallowed the food he looked to Rhonda and gave her a <em>"Your video was okay..."</em> , he said with not too bad a job of giving her a straight face.&nbsp; She caught a glimmer of a playful grin when he looked down at his plate and took another mouthful...chewing before he looked back up again, reaching for the nearby napkin and using it to wipe his lips whether he needed it or not.<br><br><em>"So...you're very attractive Rhonda but so are pretty much all the women here so the videos aren't exactly super helpful.&nbsp; You seemed fun, easy to talk to and you said you like arms and beards."</em> , he paused and pointed the fork at himself, giving her a matter-of-fact smile.&nbsp; <em>"Et voila."</em><br><br>He placed his fork down for a moment as he took a long drink of the orange juice he had poured before talking once more.<br><br><em>"So are you from Quebec or Ottawa?"</em> , he gave her a curious smile.&nbsp; He'd detected the accent and he'd worked with a number of French-Canadians over the years and he didn't think he was off with his assessment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 01:15:05</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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<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 (thanks to Elsa and her attentive fingers)<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><hr><br>She was very...very easy to have fun with.&nbsp; She was also very easy to watch, particularly when she was doing the whole rocking step thing.&nbsp; In particular, watching Elsa's hips was mesmerizing.&nbsp; He dated some women that were as fit as Elsa and generally they couldn't move like Elsa did.&nbsp; She was a seemingly limitless bundle of surprises.<br><br>She could see his brow furrow as he focused on her feet...one corner of his upper lip was drawn into his mouth as he concentrated.&nbsp; Having a few false starts and pausing to get the motion right in his head...before transferring it down to his feet.&nbsp; He wasn't the type to let failure or this kind of embarrassment get the better of him.<br><br>He held her hands in his gently but securely, just her fingers inside his calloused hands as he focused...finding it easier when he just felt the music like she had suggested and soon, while his hips were not moving like hers he was able to mirror the steps she was making.<br><br>Feeling confident enough to look up from her feet and meet her gaze once more as the two of them moved together in rhythmic flow of the dance she was leading him through.&nbsp; Breathing in the scent that she left behind as she twirled upon his hand being lifted into the air.&nbsp; A more surprised than confident grin formed upon his lips but for the moment...he felt great.&nbsp; Centred.&nbsp; This whole Love Island thing was going to work out after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 03:01:58</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<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dinner date on the beach.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> 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> Owen<br><br><br><hr><br><br>“What it must be like to live a life that allows you to get lost on a bike ride...in Spain.” she laughed quietly and follow suit with placing her napkin in her lap. It would have been undignified to tuck it into the front of her sundress instead, right? <br><br>“I’m bad at relationships.” As she spoke she delicately pushed aside a few pieces of seafood from the paella on her plate. “Maybe I’m bad at life choices in general...resorting to being on a reality TV show for the sake of personal growth seems misguided at best...but jokes side, I think I came into it looking for something unconventional. A different sort of experience same as you.” <br><br>The money wouldn’t hurt her case, but if she was being honest with herself it wasn’t the reason she was here. Maybe love wasn’t even the reason she was here, and it came down to the sense of adventure in it. Three dates in she well accustomed to the cameras and the fanfare, but had yet to account for how exhausting it was to move from person to person. It was more difficult than moving from place to place, and she caught herself stealing glances at him and doing her best to file the important, distinct pieces of information for easy recall. She was determined not to embarrass herself any more than necessary on this show.<br><br>“I don’t imagine being a professional athlete allows much time or opportunity for having a personal life.” <br><br>The traveling. The fame. Not that it was impossible, but it definitely didn’t seem easy. The real question was whether it was by choice or circumstance. <br><br>“I’ll hand it to you though, nothing by half measures.” <br><br>No one on Love Island seemed to be inclined toward half measures. It was an all in sort of affair. <br><br>“So if you stop playing, what’s next for you?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 18:22:16</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July | Sunset<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On the beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Cassandra<br><br><hr><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; As Cassandra approached, JJ did his best to hide his satisfaction.&nbsp; Not so much about how gorgeous she was, though that was certainly true.&nbsp; Rather, he had finally met someone on the island who seemed willing to drop the mask for a moment, even if she decided to pick it back up.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He’d seen her avid look as she approached, once she’d figured out how to walk in heels in sand, anyway.&nbsp; He would have been stunned to know the truth about her lack of confidence as she buried it quickly and made her way to him with a smiling strut. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He noted her eyes sizing him up as she approached and smiled, appreciating her willingness to acknowledge her attraction.&nbsp; But when she finally got close enough to talk, she hit him with twin sledgehammers in a single word.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>“Damn.”</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The first hammer was the word itself.&nbsp; It was apparent that she meant it as a compliment, not in disappointment, and it was as clear a sign as he was ever likely to get out of a first word that she was interested.&nbsp; Beyond ‘interested’, perhaps.&nbsp; Finally, a woman here who was willing to put herself out on a limb.&nbsp; That took a different level of confidence and self-awareness and JJ found it undeniably appealing.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The second hammer was her voice.&nbsp; It wasn’t so much the tone, which was pleasant and lilting, but her accent.&nbsp; JJ lived in New York.&nbsp; He had plenty of American Irish friends and had been around enough of their actual Irish kin to know the accent when he heard it.&nbsp; If she wasn’t Irish he was a Christmas ham.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And that <em>was</em> a Problem.&nbsp; Capital P.&nbsp; If there was any accent in the world that made him want to dissolve into a puddle of… goo… it was Irish.&nbsp; Now it was his turn to say <em>“Damn”</em>, but internally.&nbsp; He was going to find it harder to maintain his even keel around her than he expected.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He was able to, however.&nbsp; At least this time.&nbsp; He got out his line about her making the place more beautiful, absorbed her return compliment, noted her (shy?) blush and guided her to their table.&nbsp; The feel of her warm hand slipped over his bicep was distracting enough that he almost missed her question.<br><br><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Ah, well, it’s been… interesting,”</strong> he said with a small laugh.&nbsp; It was warm, genuinely amused, but still a bit guarded.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;“My breakfast date… was not a love connection, to put it mildly.&nbsp; She seemed a nice enough lady, but she was quite distracted by another guy.&nbsp; After one night.&nbsp; And presumably by my resemblance to other guys who did her dirty.&nbsp; We never even had a chance.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ’s tone was somewhat sour, but sounded more resigned than anything else.&nbsp; He perked up slightly as the two of them were reaching the table, pulling out her chair for her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“The second date was far better.&nbsp; Fun girl… up for a lark and sexy as hell.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He took his seat and gave her a wry grin with more than a little heat in it.<br><br><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; “She’s your competition… but I think it’s safe to say you’re hers."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; As they spoke, the chef brought over well-plated ribeye steaks, done medium rare, with a salt-crusted baked potato and a side of roasted asparagus.&nbsp; JJ poured both of them a deep red wine that providentially seemed to match the last exuberant colors of the sunset.&nbsp; Had the producers planned for that?&nbsp; He couldn’t see how… but it just seemed too perfect to be coincidence.&nbsp; He sat back in his chair, sipped the wine and met her eyes.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;“So… do they have sunsets like this in Ireland?”<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 20:34:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Salsa Time! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_2Eilj-yzg)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>Mark's dancing wasn't perfect but neither was Elsa's. She still enjoyed the interaction though and they danced together for several minutes. If he was so inclined she'd correct his footwork a couple times and maybe try a turn or two. Whether the dance turns ended in disaster or not it was still fun to move in time to the music. <br><br>The evening couldn't last forever though and the production assistants would be wrapping them up soon enough. This wasn't one of those overnight dates. The overnight dates didn't happen until later in the show when they opened up the hideaway.&nbsp; She wondered if the first people into the hideaway would be a couple or if they'd stuff a couple of the villa cast away while they forced their coupled partners to hangout with all new people. Keeping everyone on their toes and testing them was what the show did.<br><br>Elsa made a small curtsy when the song came to an end.<br><br><strong>"That was a wonderful dance, Sir. Thank you,"</strong> She said while she was all smiles. <strong>"We should finish up our food. I don't want to go back to the villa hungry."</strong> She walked back over to the stool and hopped up on it again before taking a drink of her beer. Her backside still wiggling around in time to the music. That music was infectious. Turning back to look at him she said, <strong>"I wonder what all the gossip will be about in the Villa when we return."</strong> It was less of a question and more of a statement but she let it hang just in case Mark wanted to speculate. <strong>"Do you have any idea yet who you think you might choose to couple with? The boys have all the power this time. Someone will get eliminated. Being single, I can say that I certainly hope someone chooses me."</strong> She gave him a wink. <strong>"I wouldn't complain if it was you. Feels like we've had a pretty good night."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 21:02:13</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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<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 (thanks to Elsa and her attentive fingers)<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><hr><br>It felt good to move in time with her and she looked fantastic every time he lifted his hand and her diminutive, well-formed frame twirled in front of him.&nbsp; It even felt good when they messed it up...bumping into one another and each time she met him with an encouraging smile and laughter.<br><br>He was smiling as she popped her pert self up atop the bar stool but it diminished some as she started to talk about the game.&nbsp; He had managed to forget about the whole social experiment side of things for a bit and it had felt good.&nbsp; If he was back home, he'd be thinking about Elsa all night and the next day.&nbsp; Then hitting her up for a second date the very next night.<br><br>Here?<br><br>He has a date with someone else tomorrow morning.&nbsp; It would be easy to commit to Elsa when it came to selecting her for his partner as a couple.&nbsp; She'd be a lot of fun and it wouldn't be a chore at all to sleep next to her.&nbsp; The show was designed to put him and everyone else through an emotional gauntlet however.&nbsp; So I commit to her now and then what happens? Rhonda turns out to be even better tomorrow and I have to pass up on it because I committed to Elsa.&nbsp; It wouldn't be fair for anyone involved.<br><br>For the first time he didn't draw closer to her as she sat on the barstool and instead slipped onto the one beside her.&nbsp; He exhaled slowly and grimaced...<br><br><em>"So I have a date with Rhonda tomorrow morning..."</em> , he grew silent for a moment and then continued... <em> "And well...I couldn't even begin to guess what the gossip is at the villa.&nbsp; I've been there for an hour and the rest of it on dates."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;He held her gaze and tried to be as forthright as he could with the small blonde.&nbsp; <em>"I had a really nice time.&nbsp; I like being around you.&nbsp; I just..."</em>, he shook his head slightly.&nbsp; <em>"This show is built to fuck with you...and I hope you understand when I say that I can't commit to anything yet but I can say that I wouldn't have any hesitation picking you."</em><br><br>For a moment he looked...well...he looked miserable.<br><br><em>"It makes me sound like a scum bag but I'm literally holding back on a decision on the off chance I meet someone that there is more of a connection.&nbsp; Don't worry...you get to feel like this soon enough when it's the ladies' turn to make the selections.&nbsp; I find it hard to believe that you wouldn't get picked even if I don't."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>02-09-2019, 23:20:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>Elsa was just drinking her beer and listening to him. A smile curled the corner of her lips still. The boy was cute and was playing this game with his heart on his sleeve. She nodded a few times and even took a casual bite as he finished talking. She chewed and let his statements hang in the air for a bit. It hadn't been a surprise, so far he'd been leaning in that direction anyways and wore his emotions pretty much right out there for anyone to see, even if he did try to hide it behind a beard.<br><br><strong>"I understand, Mark. It doesn't make you sound like a scum bag at all."</strong> Elsa gave him a smile and looked back to her food to take another bite. <strong>"We just see things from very different perspectives and I felt a spark here. It felt like we had something so I figured I better ask how you were feeling about it all before things got to far. You've got to do what's right for you. There is only very limited time in the Villa to find a person you fancy and get to know them. Got to jump on every chance you get. If you feel like you need to explore more options it makes sense and probably means that there isn't enough between us to make it happen. But it's not like I'm going anywhere."</strong> She laughed at the circumstances. If this was an actual date, she'd just leave right now but no actual date would ever have a conversation like this so the whole thing was funny. <strong>"I appreciate your sentiments though about not picking me and someone else doing the job. But that's not how it works in the Villa. Almost everyone is already coupled up and there's almost no time to talk to them or get to know them.</strong>" She laughed again because it was obvious to her that Mark really didn't know how the show worked. <strong>"Let alone try to steal someone else's partner. This is it and it looks like I've probably struck out. It was either you or that other guy, JJ and he picked several other women to go on dates with and I know nothing about him. I didn't even show up on his radar. I'm not telling you this to make you feel bad or anything like that. I'm telling you this because that's how the game is played. If you're not careful you'll find yourself in my shoes very quickly and any chance you have of meeting the right person will have slipped through your fingers. At some point soon you'll need to meet someone you fancy, if even only a little bit. Then you'll have to make a commitment to get to know them before it's to late. That's what all the other couples are doing and it's what I would have done if my partner had stayed."</strong> She looked him up and down.<strong> "You're a good looking guy. I'm sure you won't have any problems finding the right one. If you change your mind about me and decide to get to know me than you know where I sleep. I'm not hard to find... Just saying, enjoy your date tomorrow and if you decide you want to talk to me than I hope you choose to do it before that opportunity is gone because I sure fancy the pants off of you."</strong><br><br>Elsa gave him a wink then went back to eating and getting another refill on the beer, it was a much better quality than she was probably going to get back at the villa. Best to enjoy the beer while she can because this date looked like it was coming to a close really soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>03-09-2019, 14:40:38</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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<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 (thanks to Elsa and her attentive fingers)<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa<br><br><br><hr><br>She was smiling at him and she even gave him a wink at the end but he felt like the tone of the date had taken a hard pivot.&nbsp; He absolutely did not want this date to end in a similar way his first date did.&nbsp; She was saying things that he very much disagreed with but he needed to do it in a way that didn't turn into an argument or hurt her more than he wanted...which...he didn't want to hurt Elsa at all.<br><br>He was silent a moment after she gave him a wink.&nbsp; That wink was a wall.&nbsp; He knew walls when he encountered one.&nbsp; He was pretty good at walls.&nbsp; So...he did what he hoped someone would do with him some time.<br><br>He slipped off the stool and approached her once more, taking a moment to gently pry the beer bottle out of her small hand as well as the fork from her other before gently holding both her hands as he stood in front of her.&nbsp; Even seated on a bar stool she was still shorter than him although not quite as much when on her feet.<br><br><em>"Hey."</em> , he spoke in a low, warm tone.&nbsp; He forgot all about the cameras and boom mics around them and was wholly focused on her.&nbsp; He squeezed her fingers gently as he started talking. <em> "I know the power dynamic here is messed up right now and it gives all the control to the guys.&nbsp; I'm not super comfortable with it either but it's been what; two or three hours?&nbsp; We just met, Elsa.&nbsp; I would hope that after one date, you would also want time to process everything we talked about and did.&nbsp; You're at a disadvantage right now because you're not in a couple and that's not fair to you but what I can say right now is that no matter who I meet between now and the time to make our choices, I'm not going to make any promise to anyone.&nbsp; You are really...really great."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>04-09-2019, 01:59:33</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.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, evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> hopes and dreams<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>Watching as Mark took her hands by gently peeling them away from her dinner, she was confused by what he was going to do. It was what? A proposal? This was getting very weird... Instead he was doing his best to maybe console her? Elsa wondered if all Canadian men were like this, it was difficult to get a read on this strange man. Maybe it was because he really was a god and just beyond her understanding. He spoke and she listened. Her eyes were a little wide and she nodded slowly and smiled at him. <br><br><strong>"I know you mean well, Mark. It's very sweet of you to even try to say something but it's not necessary. I've had a really nice evening with you. This whole situation... It's not on you. It's me. Let's just enjoy the last of our meal and not worry about all the rest of it for now. I have my perspective on things and you have yours. That's all okay. Nothing wrong with that at all. The only thing that matters right now is the meal and your gorgeous face sitting across from me."</strong> Elsa gave him the wink again. It was as playful as she could make it. <strong>"Just make sure you don't get any of this food caught in the old soup strainer."</strong> She laughed. <strong>"That's what my dad always called facial hair. I think to this day that's half the reason my brothers keep their beards braided when they grow them out. That or there's a very good chance they are still playing vikings in the backyard when no ones around."</strong> Elsa chuckled and let go of Mark's hands so she could go back to eating. <br><br>For the remainder of the meal she'd keep the conversation on lighter subjects like the food and the how good the beer is before they hopped into their respective jeeps to drive back.&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><em>End July 2nd Dinner Date</em></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>04-09-2019, 03:52:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">𝓖𝓾𝔂𝓼 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓞𝓾𝓽</span><br><br>Congratulations to the lads, who won the Excess Baggage competition. <br>As their reward, they get to spend some time outside of the villa. Guys are encouraged to go out in small groups for interactive scenes. <br>Choose between one of the following options for your scene.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Option one:</strong></span></span><br><br><em>A Cocktail Bar and Cafe for lunch (from 1 pm until 2 pm)</em><br><br>(https://qpr2l7.pixelcrush.io/large/static1.seemallorca.com%2Fimage_uploader%2Fphotos%2F3a%2Flarge%2Fabaco-cocktail-bar-palma-de-mallorca-la-llonja-terrace.jpg?auth=4f0d572e077e71fa1b5b9ff2ecc8eb6f33392ff0)<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Option two:</strong></span></span><br><br><em>Rooftop Terrace Bar and Grill for dinner (from 6 pm until 7 pm)</em><br><br>(https://www.hotelsantfrancesc.com/sites/default/files/13-en-lobby-bar-patio-mallorquin-cocktails-hotel-centre-palma.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Option three:</span></strong></span><br><br><em>A Lounge and Bar for drinks (from 9 pm until 10 pm)</em><br><br>(https://cdn.matthewwilliamson.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/Matthew-Williamson-Nama-Bar-design-in-Deia-Mallorca-1140x761.jpg)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>05-09-2019, 03:41:33</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> Montréal, Québec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lunch date with JJ<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Off-white two-piece string bikini, <del>black floral pattern romper with a deep V</del>, 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> JJ<br><br><hr><br>Rhonda arched a brow at JJ's choice of words. It seemed to get deeper as he said each one. Unconventional made a lot of sense to her, considering that he was a male model that owned and operated a gym while being tattooed out the wazoo. Passionate was something she was going to have to learn over time. Maybe. There was something to be said about a man who remembers to bring food and drink to a paddleboat adventure. Strong. The way that he stuck on the word made her think that he wasn't talking about strength in the usual context. Was there some juicy trauma that she could get at?<br><br>JJ moved away from that after a number of somber peddles of the boat to tell her about his own adventure after his breakfast snafu. He didn't elaborate at all, though why else would a date end early unless it ended badly? "Oooh. A cove. This isn't where you lead me into a hole and use me to get sympathy from the rest of the villa, is it?" <br><br>Rhonda laughed at her little joke, but it diminished rather quickly when she remembered her conversation with Logan the night before. She made a similar joke about being led away to a murder villa on a first date and was met with a face that said that perhaps it wasn't a good joke to make while on a television show. Two days, two murder jokes. This is going well.<br><br>"You're telling me there's a cove and expect me to say that I'd rather just go home? Get real, JJ." Rhonda looked out over the ocean as if it was just going to pop up conveniently as he mentioned it. Not seeing it, she raised a hand and rested it just above her eyes. That didn't make a difference, either. "Too bad I'm stuck with you on this boat. I'm pretty sure I'd win a race there no problem."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>05-09-2019, 04:03:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/oSyF2xi.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 | Super Early Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beachy Breakfast with Mark<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> Mark<br><br><hr><br>"Just okay? You're really bad at getting brownie points." Rhonda pointed a forkful of food at him before turning it back at herself. She popped the morsel into her mouth before taking a moment to read his features. Beard and all, it would be quite the oversight to miss the cheeky grin through it. He went on to defend his non-statement, suggesting that she was among a mass of beautiful women in the villa. She couldn't argue that. The differential was her mentioning her fondness for arms and beards. She couldn't argue that, either.<br><br>After a number of bites of their breakfast and a few sips of their drinks, Mark brought up her Canadian heritage. Sort of. In truth, her accent wasn't very much of an accent when she spoke regularly, but there was perhaps enough of it in her butchering of 'tortilla española' that made Mark think about it. Clever boy. Still, the fact that he even knew of either of those places without the slightest of a hiccup meant that her hunch on him being a Canadian was right! Or he just fit the bill for a Canadian lumberjack all too well. Even ironically.<br><br>"I'm pretty much the worst Québécois native on the planet." Rhonda said with a laugh. "My French is pretty weak. I grew up with more English-speakers and my mom spoke to me in Vietnamese and what she thought was English. It's a surprise I can even talk to you properly." She looked upwards and stuck out her tongue after poking fun at her mess of a childhood. Language wise.<br><br>"Is it safe to say that the least the two of us are going to get out of this breakfast date is a Canadian alliance!?"&nbsp; There was a smidgen of national pride tacked on to the last part of that statement. "I guess I'll have to declare independence from Britain again before we get too far, huh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragongoddess</strong> on <strong>05-09-2019, 06:00:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3bgirls.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Sabrina_Lynn.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 | Sunset<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the Beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;See Picture (https://3bgirls.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Sabrina_Lynn.jpg) over this bikini (https://img4.hotnessrater.com/4794555/sabrina-lynn-bikini.jpg?w=500&amp;h=750), this short necklace (https://www.blarney.com/contentfiles/images/SW6.jpg), and this black Claddagh ring (http://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/jH4AAOxyCGNTKcN7/s-l300.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> | JJ | CLOSED! |<br><hr>Cassandra listened intently as her date started to answer her question.&nbsp; Unfortunately, or rather fortunately for her, the girl knew the tone of his laugh all too well from the guys that had always been in her life.&nbsp; Obviously something hadn’t turned out as he must have hoped and his following words assured her that she was right.&nbsp; At that point, she felt the edges of her lips turn up ever so slightly.&nbsp; It wasn’t just because things hadn’t worked out for JJ at breakfast, although, that definitely was the girl’s loss.&nbsp; Instead, she was happy to know that Grace (she assumed since she hadn’t seen the girl all morning) wasn’t going to be any kind of competition for her when it came to any of the guys.&nbsp; At least, not unless she took her eyes off whomever it was that sounded so distracted by that she wouldn’t even give a very attractive man a chance.&nbsp; Luckily, Cassie was able to mask the thoughts that showed on her face very quickly.&nbsp; <br><br>As they arrived at the table, Cassie let go off his arm and was stunned by what JJ did next.&nbsp; Sure, she’d seen things like this in the movies and on the tele but never in real life.&nbsp; She’d always thought actions like this were just one of your run-of-the-mill Hollywood romantic gestures that was meant to get women swooning and men laughing at the thought.&nbsp; Cas had always been one of those females that was laughing at such a notion but now, with JJ actually pulling out her chair for her, she wasn’t sure what to think.&nbsp; Obviously it must have been something real gentlemen did but if that was true, why hadn’t she seen someone do it before?&nbsp; Besides, by appearances, JJ was one of the last men in the villa she would have expected to do something like that.&nbsp; Then again, technically, they were on the tele themselves, weren’t they?&nbsp; &nbsp;Maybe someone had told him to do it…&nbsp; Either way, Cassie wasn’t going to be rude so she gave a soft smile, a quick “Thank you,” and sat down in the chair pulled out for her.<br><br>As if a switch had just been flipped as the redhead sat down, JJ managed to say something she really didn’t like.&nbsp; It wasn’t the fact that he had enjoyed himself with his lunch date.&nbsp; She liked hearing that even if this dinner of theirs didn’t go well, he could say he’d at least had fun with one girl today.&nbsp; No, she didn’t like hearing herself called someone’s competition over a guy or someone else being called her competition over a guy.&nbsp; As far as Cassie was concerned, if she liked a guy, she didn’t have competition, she just might have a bint or two…or sometimes even ten trying to get in her way.&nbsp; Still, her eyes darkened as a smile appeared on her face as though she was intrigued by the idea of a having some competition.<br><br>Before she could say anything, however, the chef brought over two gorgeous plates.&nbsp; Cassandra’s words were completely cut off before they slipped from her lips as her mouth began to water.&nbsp; She hadn’t really thought about it much but now that the food was set in front of her, she realized she hadn’t eaten much the night before and hadn’t eaten anything all day.&nbsp; Still, she didn’t want to be rude so she did the best she possibly could to ignore the plate in front of her.&nbsp; He was still talking to her after all.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh.&nbsp; Uh…Yea…”</span></span>&nbsp; She said, bringing herself back to the conversation at hand.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I’ve always been lucky enough to live right off a beach.&nbsp; I don’t know if you’ve ever been to Ireland yourself but we have some beautiful beaches that my family’s always been lucky to live really close to.&nbsp; When the sun sets over those deep blue waters, sometimes it can be so…so…”</span></span>&nbsp; She paused for a moment then, pulling herself out of the memories of the sunsets back home to look at JJ.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Well, I honestly don’t know a word that gives our sunsets all the credit they deserve; you’d just have to see one for yourself.&nbsp; But sometimes…Well sometimes, they make me feel like I’ve left reality and entered some sort of fantasy world.&nbsp; It’s so easy to forget all your troubles just standing in the water…watching as the sun goes down…feeling the waves crash upon your body…”</span></span>&nbsp; By the time she was done, she was frowning a bit, yearning for her special spot.&nbsp; She loved her beaches back home, even if she’d learned a long time ago it was better not to take anyone else with her when she went at night, especially not to her special spots where no one ever seemed to go.&nbsp; It never ended well.<br><br>Then she looked up at JJ again and smiled.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“But there’s some pretty nice attractions to this beach as well.”</span></span>&nbsp; She started, trying to find more than just one obvious good thing about being here.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“For example, there’s never any attractive guys on those beaches during the sunsets…&nbsp; And I’ve never been served food that looks this delicious on a beach before, either…&nbsp; And…uh…”</span></span>&nbsp; She started, looking around a little.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh!”</span></span>&nbsp; She said a little too excitedly after finally finding a third good thing.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I’ve never had such an elegant date setting on a beach either.&nbsp; &nbsp;In fact, back home, we’d probably be laying on the sand while we eat.&nbsp; Although, to be fair, the sand on the beaches back home are very comfortable…even if it does wind up getting everywhere.”</span></span>&nbsp; She couldn’t help but start laughing a bit then, thinking about how much sand seemed to come home with people when they went to the beach.&nbsp; Shortly after, however, she started biting her lip, realizing she had started talking about her own beaches back home again.<br><br>Starting to realize she may have been talking too much, Cassie picked up her fork and knife, looking at JJ, <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“What about you?&nbsp; Any good attractions where you’re from?”</span></span>&nbsp; She hoped he would help give her an idea of where he was from based on what he found to be good attractions where he was from since she couldn’t place the accent too well, except that it was clearly American.&nbsp; As soon as she finished her question, Cassie couldn’t wait any longer and started cutting into the filet.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>05-09-2019, 15:09:51</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, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach date scene type locale thing<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark, linen shorts (navy), <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">linen shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F81%2Fa8%2F87%2F81a88772eb0095f066dedc2b2624e1f0.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div> , sandals<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rhonda<br><br><br><hr><br>She stuck her tongue out at him playfully.&nbsp; That was a good sign.&nbsp; She was relaxed and not worried about much of anything if she was willing to do that.&nbsp; Her ease with the situation made him feel at ease as well.&nbsp; He chewed on a mouthful of the "tortilla" and gave her a close-mouthed, playful grin as she said, <em>"Is it safe to say that the least the two of us are going to get out of this breakfast date is a Canadian alliance!?"</em><br><br>He gave her a quick wink of acknowledgement that she hoped she took for agreement and then placed his fork down before resting his elbow on the table and raising his right fist upwards in solidarity.&nbsp; He chewed and swallowed, nodding his head slightly as she spoke again.<br><em>"I guess I'll have to declare independence from Britain again before we get too far, huh?"</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;He took a long drink from his glass of juice before letting out a low growl of satisfaction that transformed into him talking.<br><br><em>"My father...who wouldn't get confused for a renaissance man any time soon; would still drop the odd pearl from time to time.&nbsp; One of his was about the British."</em> He met Rhonda's gaze and gave her an amused smile.&nbsp; His accent changed dramatically to a Northern Ontario cadence.&nbsp; <em>"Deh Brits sent deh very best uv what dey have over to deh colonies eh?&nbsp; Den dey kept what couldn't cut it back at home eh?"</em><br><br>He rolled his eyes slightly to suggest he didn't actually believe what his father said and picked up his fork again.&nbsp; She had a nice vibe about her and with her admission regarding not being particularly strong with speaking French he figured her for living in or close to Montreal which was about as metropolitan a city as you could get in Canada.&nbsp; You could walk two blocks in any direction sometimes and encounter three different languages and none of those three were English or French.&nbsp; He'd had a number of very good times in Montreal.&nbsp; He collected another piece of egg and potato with his form before looking back to Rhonda once more.<br><br><em>"So what's your deal?&nbsp; Why are you here?"<br></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 02:02:02</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, late evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> @ Lounge and Bar<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 the outing for the winning team was altogether anti-climactic.&nbsp; Not that the quiet was unwelcome as he arrived at the lounge by himself.&nbsp; The other guys might be arriving in their own Jeeps?&nbsp; The show had some weird rules around that sort of thing.&nbsp; While the rest of the guys might have arrived and were somewhere else in the lounge, considering how the day had gone which had a startling similarity to a rollercoaster; flying solo for the evening was a small mercy.&nbsp; He had gone from a great conversation with Delaney to a solid date with Rhonda to...absolutely flaming out during the competition.<br><br>Things couldn't have went worse really.&nbsp; The villa was making him feel a bit like a caged animal and when his secret being revealed resulted in Elsa treating him like a pariah.&nbsp; Rather than handle it with a certain level of dignity, he let it send him into a spiral.&nbsp; Taking a hard shot at Logan by way of Rhonda wasn't exactly a class act either.&nbsp; His mom would have some choice words for him when he got home.&nbsp; She had insisted that this and the whole modelling thing was a bad idea but while he took pride in what he did with the Wildfire Service and he was good at it; there was no money in it.&nbsp; Certainly not when it was compared to modelling.&nbsp; The appearance on the Ellen Degeneres Show netted him nearly two years worth of his normal salary.&nbsp; Modelling shoots while sporadic at the moment paid a good deal better although it was decidedly more random and stressful than a forest fire.&nbsp; So here he was...Love Island...living the dream; or the nightmare as it were.<br><br>J.J. had arrived like a smirky, smart beacon of hope shortly after the competition. The conversation they'd had together lead Mark to thinking that maybe things were indeed salvageable.&nbsp; It would take some time and he would need to chase some people down to possibly remedy things.&nbsp; In the end; he just wanted to apologize.<br><br>Things were in motion and he wasn't carrying around the shame he had been earlier so this outing wasn't going to be altogether unpleasant.&nbsp; Odd?&nbsp; Sure.&nbsp; Unpleasant?&nbsp; Doubtful.&nbsp; The lack of other guys from the villa made it more likely that things would go without incident.&nbsp; It seemed a number of the guys preferred the outing earlier in the day and the truth of it was that Mark wasn't upset by it.&nbsp; He wasn't looking for more fights.&nbsp; Things had already turned tribal between the original islanders and those arriving afterwards so giving all of the original guys time to decompress wouldn't be a bad thing.&nbsp; <br><br>He settled at the bar and motioning with a finger. <em>"Cerveza"</em> , he nodded slightly with a smile as the bartender smoothly shifted away to accommodate his request.<br><br>So here he was now.&nbsp; Way...way too inside the fire break line and the inferno was just feet away.&nbsp; It was time to get to work.<br><br>He liked to think he could now take Grace off the list of people he needed to square things with.&nbsp; He doubted they would be "best mates" anytime soon but neither he nor she would be sharpening weapons if he runs into her in the hall.<br><br>There there was Rhonda.&nbsp; He was just going to leave Rhonda alone for the moment until he got a chance to run into her face to face and apologize properly.<br><br>Logan was a whole other matter entirely.&nbsp; While he wasn't a huge fan of the guy and while he had deliberately selected Rhonda to kiss because Mark suspected Logan would be the type to have a meltdown.&nbsp; He still felt like a shit heel for doing it. There was no rush to hammer things out with Logan.&nbsp; He'd give the guy some time and approach him at a later date.<br><br>With Elsa...things had gotten a bit weird at the end of the date when she pushed pretty hard for him to commit to a plan for the next couple choosing ceremony.&nbsp; While he could understand it, the moment had taken what he had considered to be a great date and made it a bit more on the forced side.&nbsp; Elsa also absolutely did not respond well to his secret being revealed.&nbsp; He could spend a lot of time unpacking that but in the end, considering some of the problems she had hinted at with her ex; now that he had some distance from the competition and her reaction he supposed some of her reaction had to do with the trouble she had in the past.&nbsp; Elsa could wait for the time being he supposed.<br><br>He took a long drink from the beer that was provided and he spoke quietly...<br><br><em>"So she thinks I'm like her ex...or she's super fuckin' judgy."</em><br><br>And then there was Delaney.&nbsp; He reached out with one finger and flicked the corner of his phone, making it spin atop the bar.&nbsp; Pressing his lips together in irritation as he thought about the brunette that he had chatted up at sunrise.&nbsp; Technically he didn't really do anything to Delaney but somehow he felt as though he needed to explain things to her.&nbsp; He wanted that.&nbsp; No matter how this stupid game goes, at the very least; he really wanted her to not think he was garbage.&nbsp; Date whomever she needs to.&nbsp; He could get kicked off tomorrow however unlikely that might be.&nbsp; Whatever.&nbsp; He just wanted her to...not dislike him.<br><br>He tapped his finger against the top of the bar three times as he looked at his phone.&nbsp; Chewing his lower lip a moment before reaching out to grab his phone.&nbsp; He found the pre-loaded contacts in the phone and took a moment to fire off a text...frowning and then sending a second...and then following up quickly with a third.<br><br>Before exhaling sharply through his nose...and putting his phone face down on the bar.<br><br><em>"I'm bad at this..."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>06-09-2019, 04:01:50</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, late evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> @ Lounge and Bar<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>It only seemed like two or three eternities after having sent the texts to Delaney when his phone chirped and he snatched his phone off the bar, flipping it over to see if it was her that was responding or it was some manner of life-destroying text from the host of the show.<br><br>But it was Delaney and things were good.&nbsp; Great.&nbsp; She wasn't exactly super flirtatious.&nbsp; She wasn't flirtatious at all but she didn't tell him to fuck off and die either.&nbsp; He was smiling as they began to send some texts back and forth.&nbsp; She was challenging, a little like how it had been in the morning when he accidentally woke her up.&nbsp; It was great and he had used this cell phone more in the last five minutes than he'd probably used his personal cell in the last five years.<br><br>Each response from her made him feel better and better.&nbsp; He felt more and more confident about how their talk would go later and then he pushed a little too far and her final text had a decidedly menacing tone.<br><br>His hopeful smile was knocked aside and an anxious throng of butterflies swirled about in his abdomen.&nbsp; He placed his phone face down on the bar once more.<br><br><em>"...fuck..."</em>, he spoke softly.<br><br>He grimaced and finished his beer...placing it on the bar as he motioned with his other hand for another beer.&nbsp; Nodding his head in thanks and offering a polite smile that he didn't feel as the replacement beer was put before him.&nbsp; He bit the inside of his cheek a moment in thought before reaching out to the phone and sending off one last post to Delaney before placing it back on the bar.<br><br>He let out a sigh and turned to the nearest camera, looking directly at it as he spoke.&nbsp; <em>"I need some treats...like...ASAP."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-09-2019, 18:04:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://isdb.pw/upload5/21540909/2037200694738195022.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 | Lunch Time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cocktail Bar/Cafe<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> Open <br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://qpr2l7.pixelcrush.io/large/static1.seemallorca.com%2Fimage_uploader%2Fphotos%2F3a%2Flarge%2Fabaco-cocktail-bar-palma-de-mallorca-la-llonja-terrace.jpg?auth=4f0d572e077e71fa1b5b9ff2ecc8eb6f33392ff0)</div>After leaving Rhonda at the villa on her lounger to catch some rays, Logan couldn’t stop thinking. He wanted to turn off his brain to spare himself from all of the thoughts milling about in there, but he just couldn’t. <br><br>It maybe shouldn't have bothered him as much as it did; the kiss between Mark and Rhonda. But, it did confuse him and made his skin prickle a bit. She had looked quite offended over something afterward, but didn’t stop him, and actually seemed to kiss him back. <br><br>Logan realized that he was being a bit hypocritical, considering he had also kissed another person when he’d gone on a date. Kissing other people here on the show was sort of part of the experience, wasn’t it? He couldn’t really fault Rhonda for kissing another guy. <br><br>But, for her to not tell him how she was feeling made Logan take pause. Great pause, in fact. That’s something he couldn’t quite say about Delaney. Though the brunette wasn’t promising commitment to anyone, she also wasn’t lying about her feelings, either. <br><br>He continued to stew as he found a place to sit at the bar and gave a small smile to the tender there. Sitting down, Logan reached for the menu and looked over his options for lunch. His stomach grumbled as he started considering his options, especially the dishes with pictures.<br><br>Before long, he ordered himself a water, a San Miguel beer - per the bartender’s recommendation - and an order of pa amb oli - which was also recommended. Once it was served, Logan grinned. “Cheers,” he offered to the man, before taking a bite. It reminded him quite a bit of pizza.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>09-09-2019, 18:17:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, around 1pm<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On the bay, in a paddleboat<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rhonda<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ laughed good-naturedly at Rhonda’s reaction to his revelation about the cove.&nbsp; In truth, he was looking forward to it as well.&nbsp; Gentle tropical breeze, cool water in the shade, snacks and champagne on the boat… hot woman.&nbsp; Yes, please.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He arched a brow at her when she joked about ditching the boat to beat him in a swim race to the cove… or maybe she meant that she would beat him there in her own boat.&nbsp; Either way, he rolled his eyes dramatically and gave her a smirk.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“You tell yourself whatever you like, short… ah… <strong><em>hot</em></strong> stuff.”</strong><br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He reached over and gave her tanned, toned upper thigh a squeeze like he was testing a piece of meat. Even with such a brief and casual squeeze, though, the fingers were warm, strong and sensuous. He knew how to work wth his hands. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“You’ve got nice legs, granted, but unless one of your secrets is that you’re an Olympic swimmer, I think I can take you.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The sun beat down on them and JJ found himself very glad that the production crew had thought to include sunscreen in their boat pack.&nbsp; He leaned back to grab a couple of the small sandwiches, brushing casually against her side as he did so.&nbsp; It was a small boat… though he didn’t exactly try very hard to avoid her.&nbsp; The outside of her arm rested against the washboard of his ribs and a bit of his slick, well-muscled back for a moment before he twisted back into his seat.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Here,”</strong> he said as he handed her the sandwich with one hand and pointed down the beach with the other.&nbsp; <strong>“It’s over there, but it’s a ways yet.&nbsp; If you’ve got energy to burn we can see how fast we can both get us there?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>09-09-2019, 22:53:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/oSyF2xi.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 | Super Early Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beachy Breakfast with Mark<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> Mark <br><br><hr><br>Rhonda shot Mark an exaggerated skeptical look when he spoke about his own father and his views on the British. The cocked brow was held for a moment before it was joined by its friend in a burst of laughter. She wasn't too familiar with accents and where exactly to place them in Canada but pretty much any accent that wasn't similar to her own was either incredibly funny sounding or incredibly attractive. This was a hilarious one.<br><br>"I guess that would explain why we're a pretty awesome group of people, eh?" Rhonda spoke just after her gigglefest ended. A few chuckles still escaped afterwards as she was trying to place the accent that Mark used. Those from the east coast definitely sound as funny and strange as that, though they are far too nice to even insult the British. There wasn't enough twang for the prairies and not enough talk about weed to be on the west coast. So maybe it was Buttfucknowhere, Ontario? She didn't get the time to see if she was right when Mark asked what she considered a heavy question.<br><br>"I think I'm here to find what everyone is looking for: love. On this beautiful island and the gorgeous property that we're on in front of all of those cameras. It's the only place that I could dream to find the most perfect human for me." Rhonda held the deadpan for as long as she could. It wasn't very long until she burst out into laughter again. "Okay, maybe not. I think it's mostly down to me having not much else going on right now." To be fair, there were probably a lot of things she could be doing instead, but she didn't have to clock out 6 weeks of vacation time at a law firm to be here.<br><br>"What about you? Did they hire an arborist for the property and once you showed up, they just decided to throw you into the pack?" Rhonda winked at Mark before turning her attention back to her plate of food. Jokes were a good way to wake up, yeah?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>09-09-2019, 23:22:36</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> Montréal, Québec, Canada<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, 2019 | Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lunch date with JJ<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Off-white two-piece string bikini, <del>black floral pattern romper with a deep V</del>, 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> JJ<br><br><hr><br>Hot stuff, huh? Rhonda couldn't recall the last time someone called her that. Sure, there was a lot worse that she could be called and has been called but 'hot stuff' was an interesting one. There was a clear, purposeful tone in his voice that she could detect through the hesitation. She was proven right by the gentle squeeze that JJ gave her thigh. That was a move she was more used to getting.<br><br>The touch was the furthest thing from innocent, even with JJ's justifying it by complimenting her legs, but she didn't mind at all. This was a date, first and foremost. There was always going to be an air of flirtation. It was always easier to accept when it came from someone as put together as JJ. The implications of being in a paddleboat in such close quarters didn't hurt the situation, either.<br><br>"Making me work off lunch, eh? Do you think I need to?" Rhonda took the sandwich from JJ as soon as it was offered. A substantial bite was taken out of it once it was in her hands. "Don't answer that. Let's go!"<br><br>Peddling with far more vigor than moments earlier, Rhonda and JJ, aboard the USS Rhasper, were full steam ahead toward the cove. Unless JJ offered her another sandwich and distracted her, that is. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 02:29:23</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, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach date scene type locale thing<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark, linen shorts (navy), <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">linen shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F81%2Fa8%2F87%2F81a88772eb0095f066dedc2b2624e1f0.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div> , sandals<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rhonda<br><br><br><hr><br>Her laughter was a good sign. It put him at ease.&nbsp; It wasn't lost on him that she chose the "platonic" option he had given her earlier but she was great to look at it and she was fun.&nbsp; Quick.&nbsp; She had not complimented once so clearly she didn't care about the fact that the guys were choosing the couples in a few days.<br><br>She was just...being herself.&nbsp; It was refreshingly charming.<br><br>Mark gave her a look that was part suspicious and part amused when she implied he was an arborist...&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Actually I'm a hipster.&nbsp; My side-hustles are that I sell couches. I also go to parties and make and sell gluten-free waffles with maple chutney and goat butter."</em><br><br>He gave her a pleased smile before popping another forkful of tortilla in his mouth.&nbsp; Chewing expeditiously before swallowing and continuing.<br><br><em>"Actually.&nbsp; It was my agent's idea.&nbsp; She was...insistent.&nbsp; By the time I was half-way through my flight here I had managed to convince myself it was a good idea."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 03:06:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/oSyF2xi.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 | Super Early Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beachy Breakfast with Mark<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.imgur.com/lQTI8xH.jpg), with red framed heart shaped sunglasses, <del>plain ol' black flip-flops</del><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mark [Mentions Logan and JJ]<br><br><hr><br>Rhonda let out another laugh, but it was more for another joke than the one that Mark had just made. When she had spied Logan and Mark in the kitchen the other day, just prior to hopping into a jeep to have lunch with JJ, Logan had made a joke that the man in front of her was just a hipster lumberjack without his axe. Maybe the two of them would get along well. She could see it happening.<br><br>"There's this one amazing Spotify playlist I started listening to before I got here. You've probably already heard it, though." Rhonda jumped on the hipster train pretty quick, though she hopped right back off by mirroring Mark in his eating. The one difference was that she had just finished the plate off. Content with her meal, she grabbed at her coffee cup and leaned back into her sand couch. Her flip-flop sandals were kicked off and left under their makeshift table. Knees rose to her chest with her hands and coffee close to her mouth for easy drinking.<br><br>"Agent?" Rhonda repeated when Mark mentioned having one. "So, you're like, an actor or something? That's pretty cool." She looked at him with a bit of a tilt to her head. He must not be an amazing actor if she didn't recognize him. Maybe he actually is a lumberjack and he's very close with his insurance agent. They would file a lot of claims, she imagined. "I think I've seen you in that one movie. You played Ripped Lumberjack #2. A fantastic role to land. Good for you!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 14:58:16</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July | Sunset<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On the beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Cassandra<br><br><hr><br><br>If Cassandra was talking too much for JJ’s taste it certainly wasn’t something reflected in his expression.&nbsp; Indeed, if anything he was having a bit of difficulty keeping a smile off his face.&nbsp; What a difference this woman was from the other two.&nbsp; Engaged… sincere… smoking hot… clearly interested.&nbsp; Hearing her speak in her Irish accent was a plus.<br><br>No, JJ was doing just fine, sir, thankyouverymuch.&nbsp; <br><br>He saw her eyes get big and avid when the chef brought over their exquisitely plated food, smelling like a little slice of carnivorous heaven.&nbsp; He would’ve happily dived in… respectfully… but he waited for her to answer his question and take her first bite before he took his.&nbsp; His mother would’ve been proud.<br><br>But once they did… heaven, indeed.&nbsp; Their steaks were cooked to Medium Rare perfection, brushed tastefully with a garlic butter sauce and seasoned with kosher salt and coarsely ground black Malabar pepper.&nbsp; On a separate, smaller plate stood a baked potato, cut and pinched, salt grains still clinging to the skin.&nbsp; Small dishes of butter and sour cream flanked them.&nbsp; Two small plates of roasted asparagus sat off to the side smelling of Worchestershire sauce and lemon.&nbsp; <br><br>There were two wines available for them.&nbsp; The first was the rich, dry Cabernet Sauvignon that JJ had poured for them earlier and the second was a lighter, fruitier Zinfandel.&nbsp; He didn’t know much about wine, frankly, but based on the clear quality of this evening’s setting, JJ assumed both wines were well-paired.<br><br>He took a few bites of steak and potato before answering her.&nbsp; He’d been fed at both dates, but neither of them were substantial.&nbsp; As a result he was feeling more than a little peckish and it was clear that Cassandra was enjoying tying in to her meal as well.&nbsp; The two of them ate in companionable silence for a few moments before JJ returned to conversation.<br><br><strong>“Mmm… not many beaches worth the name in New York,”</strong> he said with a dry laugh.<strong>&nbsp; “Plenty of culture, though.&nbsp; There are times that I crave the kind of secluded majesty you’re talking about, though.&nbsp; New York is a lot of things, but secluded ain’t one.”</strong><br><br>He gave her a conspiratorial grin.<br><br><strong>“I’ve never been to Ireland.&nbsp; Maybe after all this is over you’ll give me a tour of your favorite spots?&nbsp; The idea of sharing something so intimate with you is… enchanting.”</strong><br><br>JJ took a drink of the Cab, a mischievous glint in his eyes as they met Cassie’s over the rim of his glass.&nbsp; When he put it down, he gave her a playful smile.<br><br><strong>“What do you say we spice this up a little?&nbsp; You strike me as a straightforward, fearless girl.&nbsp; How about this… each of us get three questions of the other that we swear to answer honestly, no matter what we fear the other person may think of us?&nbsp; I don’t generally offer this so early in dating… but I’m into you and this place…”</strong><br><br>He waved his hand around in a sweeping arc.&nbsp; Cassie wasn’t sure if he meant the setting of their date, the Villa as a whole or the game all of them were playing.&nbsp; Perhaps it didn’t matter.<br><br><strong>“This place practically demands that we take things faster than we would in the real world.&nbsp; You game?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 15:25:51</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, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Beach date scene type locale thing<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark, linen shorts (navy), <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">linen shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F81%2Fa8%2F87%2F81a88772eb0095f066dedc2b2624e1f0.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div> , sandals<br><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> No one as yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rhonda<br><br><br><hr><br>He grimaced into his glass of orange juice as he took a drink before laughing quietly.<br><br><em>"An actor?&nbsp; No...god...that would be even worse.&nbsp; Although I'm in the S.A.G. "</em>&nbsp; He seemed almost embarrassed by admitting such.&nbsp; <em>"I'm kindof a big deal.&nbsp; I'm Brooding Russian Killer #3 in the new Black Widow movie coming out. "&nbsp; </em> , he beamed a grin at Rhonda.&nbsp; <em>"I didn't even get to meet Scarlett.&nbsp; Her stunt double killed me on screen...which took...I shit you not, fourteen hours.&nbsp; Fourteen hours for a three minute shot. I don't even speak in it.&nbsp; There's a couple viking movies and television shows that are interested in bit parts too but that whole industry is mercurial at best.&nbsp; Projects get started and cancelled every time someone orders a soy latte.&nbsp; I try to ignore all of that and let my agent bully me into shit."</em><br><br>He shook his head slightly and laughed.&nbsp; <em>"So..No.&nbsp; Modelling.&nbsp; I got into modelling the last six months and it's been...well...amazing."</em>&nbsp; His tone and the look on his face showed it's been anything but.&nbsp; <em>"My first gig was a fan expo.&nbsp; My banner read..."</em>&nbsp; His right hand lifted and moved from his left to right as if he could see the banner he was talking about and reading off of it.&nbsp; <em> "Mark Watson - THE Canadian Forest Firefighter as Seen on THE ELLEN DEGENERES SHOW!"</em><br><br>He laughed softly and rubbed the back of his neck with one hand...<br><br><em>"I gave out eight autographs over the course of a whole weekend.&nbsp; I didn't even charge them for the autographs.&nbsp; My agent didn't like that.&nbsp; In my defense; they put me next to the Outlander t.v. show booth.&nbsp; I tell you...forty-something women love that guy.&nbsp; Like...love."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 17:27:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July, around 1pm<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On the bay, in a paddleboat<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rhonda<br><br><hr><br>JJ peddled with as much energy as Rhonda did, though he was careful to match her without exceeding her.&nbsp; If nothing else it was the most efficient way of keeping the boat straight.&nbsp; He laughed softly at her offhand comment about making her work off lunch.<br><br><strong>“Oh, obviously,”</strong> he said with a grin, <strong>“I mean look at you.&nbsp; If you fell overboard someone might mistakenly harpoon you…”</strong><br><br>Reaching over, he gave her a playful nudge and ate his sandwich in a single bite, chewing as ferociously as the two of them paddled. He’d noted that she didn’t shy away from his touch, or flinch, as a woman who wasn’t interested might have.&nbsp; It wasn’t proof positive that she was into him, but it <em>was</em> a data point in her favor.&nbsp; She didn’t seem all that interested in touching him, though, so who knew?<br><br>JJ directed his attention and energy to getting them to the cove.&nbsp; It was hard work, battling against incoming waves and ensuring that their food wasn’t raided by seagulls.&nbsp; By the time they’d arrived perhaps ten minutes later both of them were a bit winded and heated up.&nbsp; <br><br>As they approached the cove stretched out before them leading from the bay, past a sand bar and about 50 meters toward the center of the island.&nbsp; While the camera crew would have an unobstructed view of them at all times, the shadows cast by overhanging palm fronds covered perhaps 60% of the water’s surface and created nooks where low light would make seeing exactly what they were up to difficult.&nbsp; As they paddled in slowly, both of them could see the bottom easily, perhaps three to five meters below, strewn with a variety of rocks, pebbles and shells.<br><br>JJ chuckled softly as the two of them crossed over the threshold of the cooling shade and slowly came to a stop over the shadowed water.<br><br><strong>“This is perfect. I’m going in for a dip to cool off.&nbsp; You coming?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 18:45:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://notjustalabel-prod.s3-accelerate.amazonaws.com/s3fs-public/styles/njal_scale_large_vertical/public/images/collections/191505/sublabel_callisti_vintage_ltd_tshirts_with_stephen_james_notjustalabel_1538406976.jpg?itok=LSB-skKU)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, lunchtime<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Cocktail Bar and Cafe<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Callisti Tee and cargo pants (https://notjustalabel-prod.s3-accelerate.amazonaws.com/s3fs-public/styles/njal_scale_large_vertical/public/images/collections/191505/sublabel_callisti_vintage_ltd_tshirts_with_stephen_james_notjustalabel_1538406976.jpg?itok=LSB-skKU)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Logan<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ hadn’t even been sure he was going to do anything for the guys’ “win” in the competition.&nbsp; The whole thing felt a little… off kilter to him.&nbsp; He didn’t mind his own secret getting out.&nbsp; He’d long since made his peace with his more youthful indiscretions.&nbsp; I mean, he wasn’t <em>still</em> letting that cougar into his pants for money, after all.&nbsp; One year of that was enough.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; But some of those other secrets?&nbsp; Jesus Christ on a piece of toast.&nbsp; He actively felt bad for Devon.&nbsp; Mark had been torn up about Elsa’s reaction to his, as well, though the conversation the two of them had just before he headed to the cocktail bar for lunch seemed to put some of that to rest.&nbsp; Then all the drama with who was kissing who and why… yikes.&nbsp; For a hot minute he even regretted teasing Grace, but that passed.&nbsp; That water was firmly under the bridge. He hoped, anyway. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; After he and Mark had finished talking, he considered sitting back at the Villa, dodging the producers as they chivvied him to go collect his “winnings”, and trying to get to know some more of his fellow Islanders.&nbsp; But ultimately he figured he could use a beer.&nbsp; A <em><strong>real</strong></em> beer.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; So JJ decided to take lunch at the cocktail bar.&nbsp; He informed the producers, took the short ride in the Jeep, and was dropped off just outside the bar in a small plaza.&nbsp; The heat bore down on him like a physical force, but he saw the locals walking around like it was nothing and shook his head in amazement at what the human body could get used to.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>“Beer and water, then,”</em> he thought to himself.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; When he walked in he saw Logan immediately, sitting at the bar and eating what looked to be a pizza.&nbsp; If he hadn’t seen someone in the plaza eating a delicious looking meat pie, he might’ve been tempted to order the same thing, but that pie had looked delectable.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ flagged the bartender down, ordered the meat pie (“panades”, he was told after some back and forth in his rusty Spanish), and told the tender to give him a pint of whatever was on tap that went well with the panades.&nbsp; Once he was sure his order was in, he sat down next to Logan to wait for it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Hey… Logan, isn’t it?&nbsp; It’s been a minute.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; One corner of his mouth quirked slightly.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“Getting away from the fuckery for a bit?”<br></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 00:12:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://isdb.pw/upload5/21540909/2037200694738195022.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 | Lunch Time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cocktail Bar/Cafe<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> JJ&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://qpr2l7.pixelcrush.io/large/static1.seemallorca.com%2Fimage_uploader%2Fphotos%2F3a%2Flarge%2Fabaco-cocktail-bar-palma-de-mallorca-la-llonja-terrace.jpg?auth=4f0d572e077e71fa1b5b9ff2ecc8eb6f33392ff0)</div>After he had finished with his first piece of what he’d be referring to as Majorcan pizza, Logan noticed another islander approaching. He recognized JJ because the guy was a new arrival, but he hadn’t been properly introduced yet. Logan nodded when JJ sat down beside him after ordering his own lunch. <br><br>“Yeah, mate. Logan. And you’re JJ, right?” He offered his hand for JJ to shake. If accepted, the handshake on Logan’s part would be a firm but brief squeeze. Not trying to challenge him, not trying to prove anything, but enough to let him know that he was there.<br><br>To JJ’s prompt about getting away from the villa, Logan chuckled. “Fuckery is one word for it, innit?” He shook his head, rotating his shoulders a bit, as if they were strained. “It’s definitely been doing my head in a bit. Especially with that competition. Talk about brutal.” He shook his head and took a swig of beer.<br><br>“What d’you make of the birds, then?” He hesitantly asked, a brow cocked as he took another swig.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 14:43:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://notjustalabel-prod.s3-accelerate.amazonaws.com/s3fs-public/styles/njal_scale_large_vertical/public/images/collections/191505/sublabel_callisti_vintage_ltd_tshirts_with_stephen_james_notjustalabel_1538406976.jpg?itok=LSB-skKU)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, lunchtime<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Cocktail Bar and Cafe<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Callisti Tee and cargo pants (https://notjustalabel-prod.s3-accelerate.amazonaws.com/s3fs-public/styles/njal_scale_large_vertical/public/images/collections/191505/sublabel_callisti_vintage_ltd_tshirts_with_stephen_james_notjustalabel_1538406976.jpg?itok=LSB-skKU)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Logan<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ nodded his assent and shook Logan’s hand firmly.&nbsp; It wasn’t a dominance display, but years of working in the gym and dealing with bodybuilders had trained him so thoroughly to hold his own in a handshake that it may have seemed a bit strong to Logan.&nbsp; Add in that Americans tended to have more aggressive shakes than the English and perhaps JJ came off as a bit heavy.<br><br>If so, the rest of JJ’s demeanor wouldn’t have supported that conclusion.&nbsp; He projected an air of casual indifference to his surroundings and seemed friendly enough.&nbsp; Certainly his words didn’t give off the impression of chest-thumping or bullying. <br><br><strong>“Yeah,” </strong>he said with a sigh as his pint arrived.&nbsp; <strong>“That competition was… nuts.&nbsp; I’m glad I didn’t give the producers something that I’m ashamed of.&nbsp; That dude… Devon, I think it is… Jesus.&nbsp; What he must be going through.”</strong><br><br>He took a long pull from the pint.&nbsp; Closed his eyes in something approaching bliss.&nbsp; Put the glass down on the bar with a solid <em>thunk</em>.<br><br><strong>“Oh, <em>hell</em> yes.&nbsp; Real beer, for god’s sake.”</strong><br><br>He gave Logan a quick glance and considered it, but ultimately decided to leave the guy’s own adventures in the competition alone.&nbsp; JJ didn’t want to alienate him right from the start.&nbsp; At some point, though, if the two of them hit it off, maybe he’d ask.&nbsp; For now…<br><br><strong>“The girls, yeah.&nbsp; There are a couple of smoke shows that I’d happily...”</strong><br><br>He stopped himself.&nbsp; Gave a small smirk.<br><br><strong>“Get to know.&nbsp; There’s a couple that do nothing for me, too, so it’s a mixed bag.&nbsp; So far all of them have seemed sweet enough, though.&nbsp; If there are any crazies or bunny boilers in the lot, I haven’t met them.”</strong><br><br>He took another long pull.&nbsp; He had no intention of getting drunk here at the bar, but he would absolutely take advantage of the producers’ largesse and have some real beer on their dime.<br><br><strong>“How about you, man?&nbsp; Thought I detected a note of tension with you and a couple of 'em…”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 16:43:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://isdb.pw/upload5/21540909/2037200694738195022.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 | Lunch Time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cocktail Bar/Cafe<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> JJ&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://qpr2l7.pixelcrush.io/large/static1.seemallorca.com%2Fimage_uploader%2Fphotos%2F3a%2Flarge%2Fabaco-cocktail-bar-palma-de-mallorca-la-llonja-terrace.jpg?auth=4f0d572e077e71fa1b5b9ff2ecc8eb6f33392ff0)</div>It wasn’t the first time that he’d gotten an aggressive handshake from another dude. He couldn’t say he was expecting it from JJ, but rather than engage, Logan released his fingers from the other man’s hand and angled his wrist so that he could easily pull his away. Turning in his seat again, he let JJ make the decision if he’d enter into a conversation with him, or grab his meal and head to a different part of the cafe. <br><br>Not that he had any reason to dislike the guy. Other than the fact that he’d asked Rhonda out on a date. Even still, he supposed that was the nature of the game they were playing, like it or not. He had to find someone to couple up with, or he’d get sent home, same as anyone else. Still, Logan didn’t have to like that they were both into the same bird, did he? Ultimately, he supposed it came down to Rhonda’s choice. <br><br>Speaking of… he glanced down at his phone, seeing a text from her. The message made him pause. At first his brows furrowed, and he acted like he might have misread something. But then he focused his vision again and re-read it, realizing he had understood it right the first time. So, despite her dates with the other blokes, and the kiss from Mark, Rhonda apparently wanted to stick it out with him. <br><br>Logan nodded as JJ concurred about the competition being quite brutal. He mentioned Devon and Logan nodded again, this time a slower, more sentimental nod. “I know, poor fella. I feel for him. Glad he won, honestly. I hope that they give him some brilliant prize. It’s sort of the least they could do for him.” He blew a stream of air out of his lips, then picked up his beer and took another swig. <br><br>JJ took an appreciative pull from his beer and Logan chuckled at the sentiment he shared. “Cheers.” He lifted his beer and angled the neck toward JJ in a cheersy gesture. On the topic of girls, he mentioned there were a few he’d like to… get to know, but Logan could read between those lines. He cocked a brow and gave the man a bit of a look. Maybe silently suggesting he’d better not be talking about Rhonda. Then again, maybe not. <br><br>Ultimately, JJ’s thoughts on the girls were quite neutral. But then he asked about Logan’s take, mentioning some tension. “Is it that obvious, then?” He asked rhetorically, not expecting a reply. Logan chuckled out an angry sort of sound… sending a text to Rhonda as he thought about the best way to word it all. “I’m coupled with Rhonda and she’s fantastic. I was on a date with Delaney and she’s also fantastic.” <br><br>Logan rested his temple against a loose fist. “The game didn’t help any. After Mark kissed Rhonda, I felt like I had to make sure she was alright, but then I didn’t know how her date with him went. Maybe that was her way of telling me she’d prefer him over me, you know? So I tried to just play the game and I guessed Delaney’s secret right. But I s’pose neither girl wanted me to give her a proper kiss.” <br><br>He felt like he sounded a bit dim as he talked about it. Maybe what he was saying was rather obvious already. “Guess I wasn’t thinking very clearly.” He grabbed another segment of Majorcan pizza and started chewing. “How’s your time been with Rhonda?” He asked as casually as he could. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 18:15:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://notjustalabel-prod.s3-accelerate.amazonaws.com/s3fs-public/styles/njal_scale_large_vertical/public/images/collections/191505/sublabel_callisti_vintage_ltd_tshirts_with_stephen_james_notjustalabel_1538406976.jpg?itok=LSB-skKU)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, lunchtime<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Cocktail Bar and Cafe<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Callisti Tee and cargo pants (https://notjustalabel-prod.s3-accelerate.amazonaws.com/s3fs-public/styles/njal_scale_large_vertical/public/images/collections/191505/sublabel_callisti_vintage_ltd_tshirts_with_stephen_james_notjustalabel_1538406976.jpg?itok=LSB-skKU)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Logan<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ’s food arrived as Logan was talking, piping hot and smelling heavenly.&nbsp; He took a fork and broke through the flaky crust, releasing a billow of steam from the pie’s innards.&nbsp; What he could see were peas, potatoes and some sort of meat.&nbsp; I looked too light to be beef… maybe lamb?&nbsp; Either way, he cut out a forkful, blew on it briefly and stuffed it into his mouth.&nbsp; It was hot, savory happiness in a pie crust.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He met Logan’s toast, then washed his food down with another slug from his beer as Logan was winding down and asking about Rhonda.&nbsp; JJ took his time chewing and swallowing the last bit, watching the guy for body language cues.&nbsp; He seemed pretty casual about his question, but was there a certain amount of tenseness in his shoulders?&nbsp; Hard to tell.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“I mean, yeah, it’s kind of obvious from the outside looking in.&nbsp; I didn’t know for sure what the tension was between you three, but what you’re saying makes sense.&nbsp; If you have eyes for two girls, they’re neither of them likely to enjoy that circumstance, I suppose.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He finished his beer and raised a finger for another.&nbsp; The bartender nodded and went to the tap while JJ took another bite of the slowly cooling pie.&nbsp; He chewed thoroughly and swallowed before speaking.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>“I can’t speak to that Delaney girl.&nbsp; We’ve only had one real conversation… the night we were dropped in to the Villa and all of you fine people were off learning about your new squeezes.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ laughed, showing there was no ill will.&nbsp; His new pint arrived and he took the top off it before turning back to Logan.<br><br><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; “But she seemed pretty cool to me.&nbsp; Seems like a ‘take-no-shit’ kind of girl, which…,”</strong> he waggled a hand back and forth, <strong>“can be either awesome or a huge pain in the ass.&nbsp; Guess it depends on whether she thinks you’re giving her shit or not.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ grinned and took another bite.&nbsp; Followed it with more beer, though his eyes were on Logan the entire time.&nbsp; He didn’t make any attempt to hide it, either.&nbsp; When he put the pint down, he turned to face the guy, forearms on his knees as he leaned forward.<br><br><strong>“Do you really want to know what I think of Rhonda?&nbsp; How our date went?&nbsp; I’ll tell you if you want to know, man, but I want you and me to be cool.&nbsp; I just buried some shit with Grace and I have to be honest with you, I’m not looking for any more drama.&nbsp; Or enemies.”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>12-09-2019, 00:00:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://isdb.pw/upload5/21540909/2037200694738195022.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 | Lunch Time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cocktail Bar/Cafe<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> JJ&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://qpr2l7.pixelcrush.io/large/static1.seemallorca.com%2Fimage_uploader%2Fphotos%2F3a%2Flarge%2Fabaco-cocktail-bar-palma-de-mallorca-la-llonja-terrace.jpg?auth=4f0d572e077e71fa1b5b9ff2ecc8eb6f33392ff0)</div>The dish that JJ ordered reminded Logan of shepherd’s pie. His mum made it during the cold months quite a bit. Neither Logan nor his twin brother Landon ever seemed to tire of it. Logan took the time he had to chow down on several more ‘slices’ of his Majorcan pizza, giving JJ a bit of a side eye when the dude answered his rhetorical question. Did Americans not understand the whole rhetorical thing?<br><br>Either way, Logan did his best to listen. It was never easy to hear someone else’s point of view when they were just an outsider looking in. But at least JJ seemed to take that into account. At least a bit. “Right,” Logan muttered his agreement. It wasn’t hard to figure out that he wasn’t supposed to catch feelings for two girls at the same time. But, he couldn’t help it all that much either, now could he?<br><br>It was easy to say such a thing should be avoided. But when on a show like Love Island, where the producers practically threw it in your lap? Well, that was a touch different, wasn’t it?<br><br>JJ flagged down a second beer and Logan chuckled. “That one’s probably half water, mate. I bet the bartender here wears an earpiece that the producers gave him.” He took another few swigs of his own beer, enjoying the taste while had the chance to. As JJ shared his thoughts, Logan continued to munch away. <br><br>He gathered that JJ didn’t have much of an opinion about Delaney, which struck him as slightly odd, but maybe somehow she just wasn’t his type. Or maybe he didn’t care for the fact that she wasn’t into nonsense. <br><br>Logan paused when he caught JJ staring at him, even while he drank his beer and took another bite of food. For a minute he wondered if he had something stuck in his teeth. Then the man offered to share what he really thought of Rhonda and how their date went. But, he was hopeful to avoid drama and create enemies. Logan straightened up, his hands falling down to rest in his lap.<br><br>“Look, I chatted with her before I came out here and I asked her what she wanted.” He rolled his shoulders a bit. “Because ultimately, what she thinks is what matters most to me.” Logan picked up his phone and flashed the newest text message he got from her to JJ. “She’s telling me she wants to work it out. So, with that in mind, I’ve gotta decide to let what happened on her dates go and trust her. Right?” Again, a rhetorical question.<br><br>“I don’t need to know what happened.” He shook his head, deciding that all of that was in the past and if they were going to move forward together, he couldn’t keep it hanging over his head like an obnoxious storm cloud that refused to retreat. He took another massive bite of pizza. “The part that sucks the most here, is that no matter what you’re doing, you’re bound to hurt someone else at some point, on this show.” He sighed, again wondering if it was worth it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>12-09-2019, 02:49:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://notjustalabel-prod.s3-accelerate.amazonaws.com/s3fs-public/styles/njal_scale_large_vertical/public/images/collections/191505/sublabel_callisti_vintage_ltd_tshirts_with_stephen_james_notjustalabel_1538406976.jpg?itok=LSB-skKU)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, lunchtime<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Cocktail Bar and Cafe<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Callisti Tee and cargo pants (https://notjustalabel-prod.s3-accelerate.amazonaws.com/s3fs-public/styles/njal_scale_large_vertical/public/images/collections/191505/sublabel_callisti_vintage_ltd_tshirts_with_stephen_james_notjustalabel_1538406976.jpg?itok=LSB-skKU)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Logan<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ laughed when Logan noted that the beer was likely to be watered down... but he was right.&nbsp; JJ grumbled goodnaturedly, shrugged and started drinking it again, with a scoff.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong> "Producers.&nbsp; Do they really think guys like you and me are going to get drunk on two beers?"<br></strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He went back to drinking his watered beer and downing his meat pie while Logan responded, though about half way through his brow furrowed a bit.&nbsp; So the guy wanted to know about his time with Rhonda... but didn't want to know?&nbsp; It was a bit confusing, but Logan made it clear what his choice was going to be and that he didn't need to know anything more from JJ.&nbsp; Cool.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong> "Not a problem, my man.&nbsp; Sounds to me like you've already made up your mind anyway if Rhonda's opinion is the one that matters most to you.&nbsp; I wish you the best with her.&nbsp; She's a fun gal."<br></strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ took another drink.&nbsp; Finished what little remained of the panades and considered whether to get another.&nbsp; The thing was <em>damned</em> tasty.<br><br>&nbsp; <strong>&nbsp; "I wouldn't worry about that Delaney chick, if I were you, though,"</strong> he said with a smile.&nbsp; <strong>"I mean, if she digs you your decision will hurt her at first, I'm sure... but a girl that hot isn't going to stay single for long.&nbsp; She'll move on just like you have. Can't be too precious about that in a game like this, can you?&nbsp; Pining just gets you a one-way ticket out of here.... especially for someone who isn't coupled up yet."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>12-09-2019, 17:35:06</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> July 3rd, 6pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop Terrace Bar and Grill<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> <del>Cleo Balleta</del> Whelp, not anymore<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br>Devon felt a bit exposed without his leather jacket, but he'd been quickly learning that in heat like this, it was a bit much just to be walking around in <em>jeans</em> rather than shorts. Just another step out of what he was learning was the comfort zone of Thrashers and his corner of New York City. He and Corey met at the front of the villa as planned, but for whatever reason the show's producers and crew insisted on each of them taking a different vehicle. When you've spent your adult life using public transportation and carpooling, the idea of using separate vehicles for just two people felt unnecessary and like some ignorant show of extravagance. Weren't people in show business supposed to be Liberal? Couldn't an argument at least be made for the environment?<br><br>Whatever, man. Time to get his drink on.<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.hotelsantfrancesc.com/sites/default/files/13-en-lobby-bar-patio-mallorquin-cocktails-hotel-centre-palma.jpg)</div>So he headed up the elevator and stepped into the relatively sterile looking rooftop environment, at least compared to the bright pinks and blues of the Villa. It was actually a bit refreshing to be looking over an environment designed with men in suits and ties in mind. Which, naturally, made Devon stick out like a sore thumb, but that only added to his enjoyment of the scenario. Shattering expectations could be fun. So he stepped up to the bar, scanning the different bottles laid out in the back as he rested upon his elbows, hands rubbing together. They had a decent selection, but he'd been hoping for something more local. Unfortunately, the Spanish didn't really seem big on that style of alcohol.<br><br>"Get me one glass of the DYC 8 (https://www.spiritscorner.com/en/whisky/spanish/dyc-8-years.html) on the rocks," he noted to the bartender, pointing the green bottle out, "and a glass of Maker's Mark on the rocks." DYC was the only Spanish brand he was familiar with, and it seemed even out here in Mallorca it was the only sort you could get. Guess he'd have to feel like a common tourist with the whiskey. At least he didn't order Jack.<br><br>Once the tender had placed the two glasses upon the bar top, Devon took hold of them and found a comfortable corner for he and Corey to occupy. There was a menu left upon the small table with the various foods available, many of them closer to appetizers than full on meals. He took a sip of the DYC, adjusting to its particular burn as it flowed down his throat. Not bad.<br><br>"So looks like I'm without a partner myself now," he said as Corey sat down, alluding to the earlier text that they'd all received making note of Cleo's departure. "Tell ya what, this just hasn't been my day, huh?" He gave the younger fellow a smile before rubbing his hands over once more, scanning down the menu. "Y'know, I'm gonna end up having so much Spanish food on this trip that I don't think I'm going to eat it for like, fifty weeks after I get back home."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 03:49:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://isdb.pw/upload5/21540909/2037200694738195022.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 | Lunch Time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cocktail Bar/Cafe<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> JJ&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://qpr2l7.pixelcrush.io/large/static1.seemallorca.com%2Fimage_uploader%2Fphotos%2F3a%2Flarge%2Fabaco-cocktail-bar-palma-de-mallorca-la-llonja-terrace.jpg?auth=4f0d572e077e71fa1b5b9ff2ecc8eb6f33392ff0)</div>“I haven’t got a clue,” Logan admitted when it came to speaking about the producers judging how much alcohol might get everybody drunk. “The fact that they water it down at all leaves me to wonder.” <br><br>Logan noticed the eyebrow furrow from JJ after he essentially took back his question about Rhonda. It wasn’t hard to figure out. He shrugged his shoulders, hoping that his explanation about needing to let it all go and trust Rhonda fully was enough to have it all make sense.<br><br>He took it as a positive sign that JJ wished him all the best with her. It might have meant - though nothing was a guarantee, was it? - that he was planning on not trying to couple up with Rhonda when the time came. <br><br>If Logan could manage to win her back and not have to battle it out with another bloke, he’d consider himself lucky. Digging into the last few bites of his lunch that he could scarf down, Logan gave JJ a bit of a nod when he mentioned Delaney again.<br><br>“I know. You’re right. And I’m not worried about her being single. It’s more about her winding up with a fuckin’ prat.” He cocked his head to the side. “And having to watch it all is, I’m sure, gonna be quite the adventure.” He chuckled, polishing off his beer. <br><br>JJ had a point about how the game worked. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He managed a little smile. It may have been clear that there was something else that he refrained from sharing in that moment. <br><br>But, when he pushed himself out of the stool and rapped his knuckles on the bar top, it was clear that he had no intention of sharing it, either. He just hoped he was making the right call. “Thanks, mate. I appreciate the talk.” <br><br>The bartender returned with a box for the rest of Logan’s Majorcan pizza. He hated to waste, so naturally, he dumped the rest of his pizza into the Styrofoam box and carried it with him. “Before it’s time to head back, there’s something I’ve gotta run out and get.” Flowers for Rhonda. <br><br>“I’ll see you back at the villa.” He gave JJ a wave and a grin, then bounced out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 16:23:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://notjustalabel-prod.s3-accelerate.amazonaws.com/s3fs-public/styles/njal_scale_large_vertical/public/images/collections/191505/sublabel_callisti_vintage_ltd_tshirts_with_stephen_james_notjustalabel_1538406976.jpg?itok=LSB-skKU)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3 July, lunchtime<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Cocktail Bar and Cafe<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Callisti Tee and cargo pants (https://notjustalabel-prod.s3-accelerate.amazonaws.com/s3fs-public/styles/njal_scale_large_vertical/public/images/collections/191505/sublabel_callisti_vintage_ltd_tshirts_with_stephen_james_notjustalabel_1538406976.jpg?itok=LSB-skKU)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Logan<br><br><hr><br>JJ listened while Logan finished up.&nbsp; He decided to keep his own counsel about what the other guy said, though, since it was clear Logan was done talking about it. <br><br>JJ raised his beer as the guy took his leave. <br><br><strong>"Sure thing, my man. See ya on the flip side. "</strong><br><br>He watched as Logan walked away, chuckled softly and ordered another panades to go. Not a beer, though. He could get plenty of the watered down horse piss at the Villa. <br><br>A few minutes later he was packing up his food, climbing into the Jeep and headed back... already thinking about who to share his newfound treasure with. <br><br>‐--- End scene ----
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 14:47:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ca-times.brightspotcdn.com/dims4/default/27260b0/2147483647/strip/true/crop/1365x2048+0+0/resize/840x1260!/quality/90/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fca-times.brightspotcdn.com%2Ff8%2F78%2F8004c48c7433307934f7788bb260%2Fla-tom-holland-spider-man-20190621)</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, 6pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop Terrace Bar and Grill<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>Pictured (https://ca-times.brightspotcdn.com/dims4/default/27260b0/2147483647/strip/true/crop/1365x2048+0+0/resize/840x1260!/quality/90/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fca-times.brightspotcdn.com%2Ff8%2F78%2F8004c48c7433307934f7788bb260%2Fla-tom-holland-spider-man-20190621)</strong><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon<br><hr><br class="clear_left">After QUITE the afternoon send off from Grace, Corey was pretty sure his feet were barely touching the ground when he headed down to meet Devon for the reward dinner out.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not spotting anyone else until he saw Devon, he was just greeting his favorite male islander when one of the producers informed him that he’d be taking his own jeep.&nbsp; “Bit daft isn’t it?&nbsp; It’s not a date, it's a bloody drink-a-thon.&nbsp; Now you’ve got to have two designated drivers.”&nbsp; Corey joked after sharing a look with Devon, although he complied anyway and headed for ‘his’ jeep.<br><br>After the relatively short drive, with Corey gawking at all the sites along the way since he had been in the villa since he arrived, Corey was told that Devon had already headed up to the bar/restaurant so he took the elevator up to meet him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Seeing Devon sitting in one of the corner areas, Corey tossed him as wave and headed to the bar to order himself a pint.&nbsp; He didn’t want to dive right in too deep before he had some food in him, lest he make a spectacle of himself.&nbsp; “Not too shabby, eh?” He grinned, heading over once he got his drink.&nbsp; “And not a tosser to be seen.&nbsp; I knew we picked the right event.”<br><br>Sitting comfortably, Corey looked out the large windows at the courtyard thingie behind them before snapping back to it as Devon spoke.&nbsp; “Yeah, that’s a bit of a problem.”&nbsp; Corey nodded as Devon brought up the fact that Cleo had to leave.&nbsp; &nbsp;Taking a generous sip, Corey ‘Mmmm’d at the taste of a good pint before setting the frosty glass down.&nbsp; “So, let’s see, that leaves you, JJ and Mark as single.&nbsp; One the converse, that’s Delaney, Elsa, Sam and the new person, who we don’t know if it's a guy or a girl.&nbsp; &nbsp;Whichever, it throws the number off by one, AND they have immunity.”&nbsp; Corey pondered, looking at his phone at Caroline’s text that had just come in too.<br><br>“And they brought in PIZZA when we left.&nbsp; &nbsp;That’s it.&nbsp; Flack is getting a piece of my mind for that one, MILF or not.”&nbsp; Corey said with a scowl.&nbsp; Shaking his head, Corey picked up his beer once more.&nbsp; “So, do you want to discuss strategy?&nbsp; Or just eat and see how many drinks we can have before one of the producers starts getting nervous?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dragongoddess</strong> on <strong>15-09-2019, 10:07:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3bgirls.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Sabrina_Lynn.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 | Sunset<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the Beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;See Picture (https://3bgirls.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Sabrina_Lynn.jpg) over this bikini (https://img4.hotnessrater.com/4794555/sabrina-lynn-bikini.jpg?w=500&amp;h=750), this short necklace (https://www.blarney.com/contentfiles/images/SW6.jpg), and this black Claddagh ring (http://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/jH4AAOxyCGNTKcN7/s-l300.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> | JJ | CLOSED! |<br><hr>The moment the first piece of steak passed her lips, Cassandra regretted waiting so long to eat.&nbsp; If the sights and smells had made her mouth water, then the taste was like an orgasm in her mouth.&nbsp; Her eyes closed and her lips let out a soft sigh at the delicious taste.&nbsp; Even her body felt like it wanted to melt at the taste.&nbsp; It was as if everything drifted away for a moment as she savored that first bite before she returned to reality, her eyes immediately catching his own, lighting her cheeks brightly.<br><br>She wanted to apologize but her mind couldn’t find the right words to say for letting <em>food</em> steal her attention for even a moment.&nbsp; Besides, her stomach was putting up a good argument for continuing to eat and after her initial bites of potatoes and asparagus, she decided her stomach was right this time.&nbsp; Instead, she sat there listening to what JJ was saying as she continued to eat, nodding along.&nbsp; <em>‘New York!&nbsp; That’s it!’</em>&nbsp; She thought as he mentioned where he was from.&nbsp; She had heard about the city from a bunch of movies and tele shows and it looked interesting but Cassie had always felt like she would get lost in the crowds if she ever went there.&nbsp; She’d probably never find her way back…<br><br>Then that grin crossed his features and Cassie’s eyes instinctively narrowed, a slight smirk crossing her lips as she attempted to figure out what he was thinking about.&nbsp; Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long to find out and it definitely wasn’t as bad as she thought it could have been.&nbsp; His desire to visit Ireland only earned him the nod of her head.&nbsp; She would have said something but there it was.&nbsp; The moment he lowered his wine glass from his lips, she saw the smile that usually told her she was about to get into some trouble…&nbsp; Or at the very least that he had something up his sleeves…&nbsp; And her instincts were probably right.&nbsp; <em>‘Straight-forward and fearless’</em> weren’t usually the way someone described her unless they wanted some sort of challenge and this redhead wasn’t the type to back down from a challenge.<br><br>The moment Cassandra finished the bite that was in her mouth when he finished with his so-called challenge, she leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table and placing her hands, formed into a fist, under her chin.&nbsp; Her eyes shone with the love of the idea of a challenge, even if it was just a challenge on honesty.&nbsp; At this point, the rest of her food was taking a back seat to the attention she was placing on the man sitting across from her.&nbsp; She could return to the food if this challenge proved to be uninteresting, she decided, but otherwise, she couldn’t let this go.<br><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Sure!”</span></span>&nbsp; The girl said a little too eagerly, though she didn’t really care.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “I’ll take you up on that offer.&nbsp; But only under two conditions.”</span></span>&nbsp; She paused for a moment here to make sure he was paying attention before continuing with her conditions.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “First, you give the first question.”</span></span>&nbsp; Sure it was an easy enough condition since he issued the idea but she wanted to make sure her questions were at least equivalent to the depth of his.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Second, when all this is over, you give me a tour of your favorite places in New York.”</span></span>&nbsp; The second part obviously depended a great deal on how things turned out between them but for now, this was her best way to address his own interest in visiting her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heptarch</strong> on <strong>17-09-2019, 14:03:28</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jasper (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>&nbsp; New York<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 2 July | Sunset<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; On the beach<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> None<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Cassandra<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; JJ smiled at Cassie’s reaction.&nbsp; This was a good start.&nbsp; For a moment he was concerned when she mentioned “conditions”, but neither of them were onerous.&nbsp; In fact, the second of them was a pretty clear sign that she was quite interested in him, indeed.&nbsp; Highly unlikely she’d ask for a tour of New York after the show was over from someone she didn’t want to spend time with, after all.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The first one, though… JJ realized he was going to have to set the tone with the questions.&nbsp; He didn’t want to go too crazy on her and ask a question that put her off… but he also wanted to up the stakes a bit.&nbsp; See just how far she was willing to go with her honesty.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He nodded.&nbsp; Personal, but not too transgressive.&nbsp; He had just the thing.&nbsp; And it would help to define where her minefields were so he could avoid them.<br><br><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Done deal,” </strong>he said with a wry smile, his amber eyes catching the flickering lantern light over their dinner.&nbsp; <strong>“So I get the first question…”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He took a bite of his steak, paired with a bit of potato, and chewed meditatively while he thought.&nbsp; He swallowed and put the fork down as he met her eyes.<br><br><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Tell me one thing you love about yourself and wouldn’t change for the world.&nbsp; Then tell me one thing you’d change if you could snap your fingers right now and do it.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Her answer here would give him a solid idea of where she gained confidence and where her fracture points were.&nbsp; It was always a good idea to know those things of the woman you were dating.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>17-09-2019, 16:26:37</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> July 3rd, 6pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop Terrace Bar and Grill<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> <del>Cleo Balleta</del> Whelp, not anymore<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br>The mobile phone beeped after Corey had sat down, a notification that would typically go ignored when out with company. However, without Cleo there any longer, the odds of it being an insignificant text were low. He'd already gotten some important messages from Caroline that day, though he wasn't eager for another one so soon after the last. Reaching into his pocket he pulled it free, nodding his head as Corey recounted the current group without a pairing. Giving it a quick scan, he had to chuckle and shake his head. Just as he was complaining about the constant presence of Spanish food, here the rest of the Villa was getting pizza. "Guess we should have stuck around," he said with an amused sigh.<br><br>Strategy, huh? He took the glass to his lips, giving it a slight sip of the local whiskey. It was... alright, but his brow furrowed. Not one of his favorites, that was for certain. He held it out towards Corey a moment, then paused.<br><br>"Hrm, was gonna offer you a sip of mine, but beer before liquor, never been sicker..." His face looked ponderous for a moment, having had to clean up his share of sick from the Thrashers bathroom floor over the years. At some point you got good at spotting who needed a babysitter to monitor their alcohol intake, though such people were always the least willing to follow advice on such matters. Then again, the producers were doing everything they could to make sure no one on the show got truly blitzed, so he left the glass between the two of them in case Corey wanted to try growing some hair on his chest.<br><br>"I dunno about strategy," he said, turning back to the discussion as he lifted the Maker's Mark in his hand. "I mean, if I wanna stay in this game, I clearly gotta pair up with someone, right? Unfortunately, I don't have much of an idea of the other women aside from Grace, who I am not at all going to step in on. You guys are a blast together." He lifted the menu in his other hand, eyes scanning the document once more to figure out just what it was he wanted.<br><br>"I got to talk with Gwen and James a bit in the hot tub last night with Cleo," Devon said, "and they seem like a pretty tight pair as well, so not intruding on that." <em>Even if she is rocking that body like a mosher in the pit of an Overkill concert,</em> he thought to himself. He took a sip of the Maker's Mark. "I had a decent chat with Delaney today. I like her wit, she doesn't get offended easily, punches back. Might gun for her but there's the chance another guy beats me to it, y'know?"<br><br>He set the whiskey glass down, waving for a server's attention. "Red made a scene of skipping over me on that first night, so I dunno what she's even thinking. Sam might be cool, but I can't exactly get a handle on her either. She started gunning right for you, yeah?" As the server approached, Devon lifted the menu and pointed to a line. "Yes, can I get the Croquetas de Pollo, por favor?" The server nodded and took Devon's menu before turning to Corey for his food order. Devon took another sip of his drink as the younger guy made his choice, and then set his glass down.<br><br>"It might have helped if I had been paying better attention during the women's portion of the secrets, but aside from Glitter-Vag and Cleo's five minutes of stardom in the porno industry I'm not really sure I recall anything." He shrugged. "Understandably distracted, y'know?" He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh.<br><br>"I guess I could always just eeny-meeny-miny-moe it." He gave Corey a chuckle, then leaned back and sank into the cushion of his seat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>20-09-2019, 13:14:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ca-times.brightspotcdn.com/dims4/default/27260b0/2147483647/strip/true/crop/1365x2048+0+0/resize/840x1260!/quality/90/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fca-times.brightspotcdn.com%2Ff8%2F78%2F8004c48c7433307934f7788bb260%2Fla-tom-holland-spider-man-20190621)</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, 6pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop Terrace Bar and Grill<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>Pictured (https://ca-times.brightspotcdn.com/dims4/default/27260b0/2147483647/strip/true/crop/1365x2048+0+0/resize/840x1260!/quality/90/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fca-times.brightspotcdn.com%2Ff8%2F78%2F8004c48c7433307934f7788bb260%2Fla-tom-holland-spider-man-20190621)</strong><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon<br><hr><br class="clear_left">Sipping his beer, Corey completely ignored the menu before him in favor of the beer he was drinking and talking with Devon.&nbsp; Probably a huge mistake to start with alcohol for the evenings base, but he hadn’t really gotten much chance to talk about the game, especially with someone who seemed kind of as lost about it as he was (although for very different reasons), so he was going to relish the opportunity.&nbsp; Probably made for good TV too.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Oh, I’m English mate, don’t worry about me.&nbsp; Those rules don’t apply.&nbsp; Although I’ll stick with the beer I think, for now at least.”<br><br>Leaning back into the cushions, Corey nodded as Devon had the right of it.&nbsp; “Yeah, you’ve got to pair with someone.&nbsp; &nbsp;What am I going to do if you get booted after all, talk to Mark?”&nbsp; Corey laughed, shaking his head again before mentally following Devon down the list of candidates as he spelled them out.&nbsp; “Yeah, Gwen and James, where have they been hiding?&nbsp; They DO seem pretty close.&nbsp; Although to be fair, he probably got one look at her in a bikini and has kept her busy in a secluded part of the villa for one reason or another.”&nbsp; He alluded, not at all subtly, adding in a waggle of his brows for good measure.<br><br>“Delaney, she is definitely an option as she is one of the few single ones.&nbsp; But for that point, so is Sam.&nbsp; She is a bit...forward.&nbsp; But she also seems very invested in the game part of this all, or at least seemed that way to me.&nbsp; I guess it depends on what you are after.”&nbsp; Which was true.&nbsp; If Devon was just here for a good time, maybe a little vaca, than likely any of the girls they mentioned would probably be a good fit.&nbsp; “Red?&nbsp; Oh, yeah, Cassie.&nbsp; I am not so sure about that one.&nbsp; I mean, her and Owen have been missing too.&nbsp; But a recoupling is a recoupling.&nbsp; Anything goes as they say.&nbsp; Plus, her secret made it seem like there is always a chance, to put it kindly.”&nbsp; He said with a little cough, although a girl with a history of a wandering eye might not be the best for guys like Devon and Corey.<br><br>“Which brings us down to Elsa.&nbsp; She went on a date with Mark, but he for sure gave her the cold shoulder at the competition, so I am pretty sure THAT is over.”&nbsp; Corey scowled, taking another sip of his beer, leaving the glass more than half empty, which was convenient as the waiter appeared so he could signal for another.&nbsp; “I’ll have another of these, and since I didn’t look at the menu, I’ll have what he is having.”&nbsp; Corey shrugged sheepishly, handing over the menus as the waiter left to place their orders and get him another beverage.&nbsp; <br><br>“Alright, well, I am guessing we won’t be matching you from here.&nbsp; We’ll have to save that for when we get back to the villa half blitzed and can spy on the girls.”&nbsp; Nodding sagely at that idea, Corey decided to change the subject, going with an old standby.&nbsp; “So clearly you are from the States, what is it that you do?&nbsp; &nbsp;They might have said when he started, in which case my bad, I was a little distracted with worry.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>23-09-2019, 03:07:00</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> July 3rd, 6pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop Terrace Bar and Grill<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> <del>Cleo Balleta</del> Whelp, not anymore<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br>Devon could not help but laugh and shake his head at Corey's even more detailed break down of the women of the Villa. Clearly the heavy metal lover wasn't paying as much attention to his environment than he ought to have been. Or been seriously considering it as a competition. Really, this place was at its best when he was just hanging out with others. Chilling in the pool with Cleo, cooking some burgers up, pool games with Grace and Corey, even his casual conversation with Delaney and this little sit-down here. It was when things became a competition that it screwed with you emotionally.<br><br><em>Does that mean my best bet is to just ignore the competition?</em> he thought to himself, <em>Or does that just send me home?</em> Even if he went home, he wasn't sure it would be the worst move. He hadn't really made much of a splash in the show yet -- other than the reveal of some big dramatic secret, but that only mattered if he stuck around, right?<br><br>"I think it's better to just make my choice at the recoupling," he shrugged, responding to Corey's joke about spying on the different girls. "Leave the schemes and crap to all the other guys. I'll just pick someone I think seems cool once my turn comes up." He took a sip of the local whiskey, seeing Corey wasn't about to drink it and not wanting it to go to waste. Better to down the beverage he liked less so that he could have the flavor of the Maker's Mark upon his tongue. He listened to Corey's questions and smiled, nodding. Ah, some of the obvious ice-breaking conversation.<br><br>"I'm a bar tender in New York City," he said, resting the glass back down. "Name of the bar is called Thrashers, run by a dude named Marshall. Real old school metal type. Easy guy to work for, and a great crew of regulars." Devon rubbed his hands together before leaning back into the couch. "They're probably my best friends in the world. Jam with some of 'em once in a while. Namely Lezzy, who digs a lot of the synth-heavy metal since she's a keyboardist. Sometimes some good ol' thrash with Odin, another bar tender there. Oh!" His eyebrows rose, as if something had just occurred to him.<br><br>"So, yeah, I also play bass and rhythm guitar," he added. "Played with a bunch of bands in the city, but nothing's stuck yet. Everyone keeps breaking up." He shrugged it off and then leaned forward, grabbing the whiskey glass again. "Now's typically where I ask what you do, but I hate that twenty questions ice breaker stuff. So instead, let's ask something really weird, like..." He paused, finger tapping against the table, looking around. "What's the first sexual fantasy that pops into your brain when I say 'Mexico'? Mine is simple: Salma Hayek as she appears in From Dusk 'Til Dawn. No details necessary, sure you can figure it out."<br><br>He tipped his head back and finished off the inferior glass of amber alcohol, slumping back into the couch. "Go. Mexico. First sexy thing you fantasize about."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>27-09-2019, 01:20:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ca-times.brightspotcdn.com/dims4/default/27260b0/2147483647/strip/true/crop/1365x2048+0+0/resize/840x1260!/quality/90/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fca-times.brightspotcdn.com%2Ff8%2F78%2F8004c48c7433307934f7788bb260%2Fla-tom-holland-spider-man-20190621)</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, 6pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop Terrace Bar and Grill<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>Pictured (https://ca-times.brightspotcdn.com/dims4/default/27260b0/2147483647/strip/true/crop/1365x2048+0+0/resize/840x1260!/quality/90/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fca-times.brightspotcdn.com%2Ff8%2F78%2F8004c48c7433307934f7788bb260%2Fla-tom-holland-spider-man-20190621)</strong><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon<br><hr><br class="clear_left">“Wow, a bartender in New York,”&nbsp; Corey replied, thinking that Devon must have somewhere around a million stories from a job like that.&nbsp; It did somewhat explain why the guy seemed so self assured all of the time.&nbsp; Corey had merely chalked it up to being an American, they always seemed confident to almost the point of arrogance, but this made a lot more sense.&nbsp; Especially if the place was as hardcore as Corey was imaging a place in NYC named Thrashers would be.&nbsp; “So, you are a bartender in New York, who also plays in bands and looks like a viking.&nbsp; Now it's pretty clear why they picked you for the show.”&nbsp; Corey laughed, almost adding that he had an embarrassing secret too, but keeping that to himself.&nbsp; That’s probably why half of them were chosen.<br><br>As Devon declared that he was going to dispense with all the getting to know you crap for something more interesting, Corey sat a little straighter, eager to see what the taller guy’s idea was incase he could use it later with Grace.&nbsp; &nbsp;At Devon’s reveal and question though, Corey’s eyes flew wide in surprise.&nbsp; Yeah, he would not be using this game on Grace!&nbsp; “Wow, Mexico.&nbsp; I don’t know anything about Mexico.&nbsp; Well, other than they have nice beaches right?&nbsp; So, I will go with beach stuff and say…..er….Jessica Alba in Into the Blue.&nbsp; One of my roommates LOVES that movie, and I have to say she is one of the hottest things I have ever seen in a bikini.&nbsp; Well, before I got here at least.”&nbsp; He grinned, taking his new beer off the passing waiter and raising a toast to that.<br><br>After taking a generous sip, Corey set down his beer and clearly was deep in thought.&nbsp; “Dang, that was a good question.&nbsp; I am not sure I could think of one that good?&nbsp; How about….erm….” Corey didn’t want to ask anything that would have embarrassed them further on TV, especially since they had spent the morning having secrets revealed.&nbsp; So best to keep it light, right?&nbsp; “How about, which would you rather be, rich or famous?&nbsp; For me, that’s an easy one.&nbsp; Rich.&nbsp; &nbsp;I don’t care a lick who knows who I am, says the bloke on the reality show, but I could do with being rich.&nbsp; Travel where I want, take care of those I love, not need to really work.&nbsp; That sounds right up my alley.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>30-09-2019, 17:19:58</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> July 3rd, 6pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop Terrace Bar and Grill<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> <del>Cleo Balleta</del> Whelp, not anymore<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br>Devon shrugged off Corey's compliments regarding his profession, musicianship, and appearance, completely unaware it was only the first time that day someone would compare him to a viking. A lot of times modesty looked false, though he truly didn't feel like his life was anything all that special. He didn't make a crap ton of money, and while he had his share of stories, there were plenty of other adventures that he missed out on. Nor did being a bartender guitarist without a record deal seem to be the stuff of dreams to the sort of women that would be on or watch the show. Nevertheless, he tried his best to accept Corey's compliment with grace -- as opposed to with Grace -- even if the compliment came in part due to his own lack of confidence.<br><br>Corey's first response to the question wasn't at all surprising. No doubt he was used to his chums talking about naughty things, but given Corey's personality he wouldn't have been surprised if they were always as blunt as he was. It had nothing to do with being American, it had to do with knowing which etiquette was trash and which was worth maintaining. So seeing Corey first stiffen from the question was enough to make Devon smile. As the young man gave his reply, however, he nodded his head appreciatively.<br><br>"Nice," Devon raised his glass. "Alba had a most righteous ass in that movie." He tapped his glass to Corey's and took a sip of the whiskey. He sat and waited patiently for his younger companion to work out a question, and though it was a bit more predictable, closer to a twenty questions style, it made it a lot more tough than a blunt question regarding one's profession. He nodded to Corey's own take on it, taking another sip of whiskey as silence filled the space between them for a moment. Devon sucked in his lower lip, eyes looking down towards the table though not at it as his mind pondered his feelings.<br><br>"I don't really want to be either," he said, looking up to Corey. "I mean, I'd love for people to listen to and enjoy my music, but the problem with having tons and tons of acquaintances is that it becomes harder to find true friends." Devon sat back up, leaning his elbows onto his knees as he brushed a lock of hair behind his ear. "The more acquaintances you have, the lonelier you feel because there's no one for those moments that truly count. But when you're rich, you lose the necessity of struggle, right? What fulfillment is there without struggle?" He finished the glass of Maker's Mark.<br><br>"I don't want to pussy out and say neither, though," Devon concluded. "So I'd probably rather be rich so that I could use what money to fund personal projects as necessary, help those close to me out, and then just spend the rest on charities and other causes." He lifted his glass to the tender, tapping at it to indicate a refill. However, the bar tender shook his head. "No more," he said. Devon's brow furrowed and he shrugged.<br><br>"You kidding me?" he asked, but the tender shrugged. "<acronym title="The television people said no.">La gente de televisión dijo que no.</acronym>" Devon sighed as the bar tender resumed cleaning glasses and helping the other customers. Devon didn't understand Spanish, but "gente", "television" and "no" sounded like someone from the Love Island crew said no more drinks.<br><br>"Bummer," Devon shook his head. Of course, in doing so he felt that familiar floating nature of being buzzed, his digits tingling somewhat, but it wouldn't last beyond the croquettes. He leaned back with a shrug.<br><br>"So next question, huh?" Devon asked, one foot planting itself against the side of the table as if he were going to shove it. His fingers rubbed along his chin as he thought about what he should ask. Should he bring it back to the Villa and the game? Or continue thinking about things outside of this lame show?<br><br>...yeah, less time spent thinking about the show right now, the better.<br><br>"Childhood movie you absolutely loved but wouldn't want anyone to know about," he said, snapping a finger and pointing at Corey. Devon didn't offer his own answer this time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>03-10-2019, 03:31:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ca-times.brightspotcdn.com/dims4/default/27260b0/2147483647/strip/true/crop/1365x2048+0+0/resize/840x1260!/quality/90/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fca-times.brightspotcdn.com%2Ff8%2F78%2F8004c48c7433307934f7788bb260%2Fla-tom-holland-spider-man-20190621)</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, 6pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop Terrace Bar and Grill<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <strong>Pictured (https://ca-times.brightspotcdn.com/dims4/default/27260b0/2147483647/strip/true/crop/1365x2048+0+0/resize/840x1260!/quality/90/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fca-times.brightspotcdn.com%2Ff8%2F78%2F8004c48c7433307934f7788bb260%2Fla-tom-holland-spider-man-20190621)</strong><br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Grace<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Devon<br><hr><br class="clear_left">For the first time in their all be it brief hangouts, Corey looked at Devon a little suspiciously.&nbsp; Someone who didn’t want to be rich OR famous?&nbsp; Corey could definitely see not wanting to be one, after all it never really seemed that fame worked out for most people that got it, but rich?&nbsp; Even if you weren’t the type of person who wanted to luxuriate in it, you could help a LOT of people!&nbsp; Even Mother Teresa would like that!&nbsp; Well, actually she had been pretty penniless he thought, but that was beside the point.<br><br>Listening to Devon’s answer, Corey nodded along, although he might not have agreed, at least he could see the guys point.&nbsp; And really, they got to the same conclusion, so there was that.&nbsp; When Devon tried to over another whisky and got turned down, Corey turned to look over his shoulder at the bartender, who had the good grace to look embarrassed.&nbsp; “Two, really?!&nbsp; Hell, man, I hope that doesn’t apply across the board, otherwise I would have followed Devon’s lead and gone a bit stronger.&nbsp; Still, Corey had nearly a full beer in front of him, so he was alright for now.<br><br>“Childhood movie?&nbsp; Oy, that’s an easy one.&nbsp; Aladdin.&nbsp; I loved it.&nbsp; The genie, how smart assed Aladdin was, and obviously Jasmine.&nbsp; I still blame her for my love of bikini tops and bare midriffs.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Corey laughed, forgetting he was supposed to be rationing and taking another sip of his beer.&nbsp; “Alright then, you didn’t answer, so now you clearly have to.”&nbsp; Stopping for a second, Corey grew a wicked grin.&nbsp; “And since then you’ll owe me one, what’s the craziest place you ever got one with a bird?&nbsp; You already know mine, especially since the police were involved, and now the bloody world knows.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>18-10-2019, 23:17:56</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> July 3rd, 6pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop Terrace Bar and Grill<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> <del>Cleo Balleta</del> Whelp, not anymore<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corey<br><br><hr><br>"Lame!" Devon said with a smile, shaking his head at Corey's answer. "Who the Hell would be embarrassed about watching <em>Aladdin</em> as a kid? That was one of the few Disney flicks it was socially acceptable for a boy to like." Devon's shoulders and chest shook with a chuckle that burst through his grinning teeth, though. "Jasmine, of course, being part of the reason." He let out a sigh and tilted his own head back. You'd think with his <em>biggest</em> secret having been revealed that day this one would be easy. Nope! Even thinking about it having his now exhausted set of chuckles turning into new giggles.<br><br>"Okay, so, eight years old, right?" he began. "First Christmas with my new step-dad. Now, before I go on, I want to say that Beauty and the Beast is a pretty kickin' film. Gaston'd be great were he not such a rapist, and 'Kill the Beast' is a pretty metal tune." Devon leaned forward to grab a glass only to realize he didn't have any more whiskey to sip. With a sigh, he leaned right back into the couch. "However, this isn't about Beauty and the Beast. It's about Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas. My new step-dad got it for my sister, but I ended up being the one that watched it repeatedly."<br><br>Devon winced at the confession and shook his head. "Man, those straight-to-DVD films were <em>awful</em>. Thank goodness for my brother, man. By next Christmas he was cleaning up my act, introducing me to all the true metal classics, and showing me bloody R-Rated movies."<br><br>Before Devon could move onto the next question, the croquettes had arrived. With a smile Devon leaned forward, grabbed a fork, and cut into one of the crispy spheres of seasoned chicken meat. There was a nice dipping sauce provided, so he scooped some up and put it into his mouth. The heat of the temperature and mild heat of the spices combined, causing him to sit back again, trying to breath cooler air in between bouts of chewing. After swallowing, he nodded.<br><br>"Firstly, 'bird'?" His eyebrow rose, then his head tilted. "Well, I mean, we <em>do</em> call 'em chicks in America, so I guess it's not all that different. In fact, a bit more creepy when you think about it." He cut the croquette into two more bites, but let them cool first, steam curling into the air. "Honestly, don't know if I've ever done anyplace overly crazy. Back of a car, bar or concert club restroom, on the occasion sure. But I dunno if they're really all that crazy..."<br><br>Unable to resist his growling stomach, he pierced another chunk of croquette, dipping it into the spicy sauce, and inserting it into his mouth. He literally and figuratively chewed on the question as he looked over Corey's shoulder for a moment.<br><br>"Not my story," he began as he chewed, skewering the next bite of croquette, "but one of the bands I was with for three months had some on-stage action. It was probably the crappiest band I was with. The singer was a total Axel Rose, would change the set list without telling anyone, didn't even show up some days. Clearly a dude there for glory and girls. Well, one time we were performing, and one of his girl groupies got up on stage, down on her knees, whipped his G. I. Johnson out, and started going to town. It was funny and sexy at first, but the dude stopped singing, which left us just sitting there, looping the same solo and notes because we didn't want to just end the song. When people got sick of the voyeurism they started booing us, even throwing beer cans, but the singer just flipped everyone off as his groupie kept chugging and slurping on down."<br><br>Devon dipped the final piece of that croquette into the sauce. "Now that I think about it, that was the show that..." <em>I met her,</em> is what he had been thinking. He snapped the last bite off the fork before cutting into the next croquette. "That was the last show we performed as a band. Pretty sure the drummer just stopped playing and walked off stage, and after that so did the rest of us. Dude and his groupie got sent off stage by security and finished up in the alley to a small audience. Everyone else felt ripped off for only getting a fraction of a show."<br><br>Scooping another bit of sauce onto the next bite, Devon looked back up to Corey.<br><br>"Got any stories that match that?" he asked with a smirk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-11-2019, 12:32:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓹 𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮</span><br><br>Promptly at 7 pm, a Jeep arrived at the Love Island villa and parked out in the front, waiting for two very special passengers to enter the backseat. Caroline texted Owen to alert him to the fact and explained that the Jeep was for the date she had promised earlier in the day, for him and his new partner - Elsa. Of course, Caroline wasn't hanging out to make sure that Owen and Elsa made it into the backseat, but that was largely because she was watching cameras from the small studio nearby. The chauffeur stepped out of the Jeep and walked around it, opening the back door and gesturing to the young, new couple, to enter its depths. Waiting until they were inside, he would then close the door behind them and promptly, albeit quietly, drive them to their next destination. <br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Owen and Elsa's Date:</span><br><br>(https://uk.igotoworld.com/frontend/webcontent/websites/1/images/new2/Romantic%20Spain/9463_800x600_cfakepathfoto-1.jpg)<br><br><hr><hr><br>They wound up right along the beach, at a restaurant that was crowded in the front, but empty at the balcony. That was the area that the crew had reserved for Owen and Elsa exclusively. Their view was just beside them, where the balcony overlooked the sparkling sand and the flowing waves. They were so close to the scenery that, undoubtedly, they could smell the salty water in the air. If they wanted to walk along the beach after their meal, all they had to do was carefully step over the railing and gently walk down the sloped edge. A waiter met them at their table set for two, where romantic lighting dangled above them. There was already a bottle of wine in his hand, and he poured out the red liquid into two large wine glasses, then set the bottle down inside a bucket of ice off to the side and out of their way. He set down the menus and waited for their order, then left the new lovebirds to their own devices.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>12-11-2019, 05:20:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1Cm55so.jpg?2)</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> Elsa<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa (mentioning)/Open<br><br>Owen had just tossed Elsa’s thrown bikini top back onto what was about to become their shared bed when the text message beeped through on his mobile. A meaty paw reached down onto the bedside table and picked it up to read. Quickly, a smile curled his lips as he read Caroline’s instructions and paired them with Elsa’s stated interest in going on the date. <br><br><strong>“Well, we’re in luck, because I just got the info we needed to get out of here for a night,”</strong> Owen said to her before tossing his phone back on the bed and working at stowing a few items in an overnight bag. He’d been prepared for the possibility of the date in advance, so already had several items packed, but had held off on fully putting his toothbrush and other toiletries in the bag until he’d been sure Elsa was game for the night away from the villa. Nothing would have been more embarrassing to Owen than having to come back to the shared sleeping space and <em>unpack</em> his stupid bag. <br><br>With the bag slung over his shoulder, he made a motion for Elsa to lead the way out of the bedroom and out to the waiting Jeep. To the back of her head, he finally answered the question that she’d hung in the air. “<strong>Elsa, I stepped forward for you on Day 1, and I made you my first choice today. Of course I’m sure I’d like to give this a try.” </strong><br><br>The Jeep was indeed waiting for them. When they reached it, the driver hopped out and took their bags while Owen helped Elsa up into the back of the vehicle before pulling himself up to join her. <br><br>The drive to the resort was short, but gave them a few minutes to converse. “<strong>For what it’s worth, I’m sorry to hear you’ve had such bad luck with the men in your life, Elsa,” </strong>he said as they wound down the narrow streets to the resort’s front entrance. Cameras were following them in trail cars, and a pair of smaller ones hung from the crossbar of the Jeep. <strong>“But, don’t worry about my feelings based on stuff that happened the first few days we were here. It was completely nuts trying to get our feet under us, and it’s not like there was time to think stuff through before making selections.”</strong><br><br>The Jeep eased to a stop in front of the resort, and Owen hopped out first, then offered a hand to Elsa to help her down. She was surely strong and agile enough to get herself down, but Owen wasn’t inclined to leave her hanging. <br><br>Out back, on the balcony overlooking the ocean, the lovely scene Caroline had snapped in the text message came into view. It was indeed stunning and picturesque. <strong>“Well, alright then,”</strong> Owen said to nobody in particular before turning his attention to Elsa. “I suppose we’d best find ourselves a place to sit where we can see the sun come down, don’t you think?” As if answering his own question, he started down the steps from the upper decking to the lower one, like a puppy too eager to see what else was out there to see. <br><br>Of course, they had their pick of tables-the whole restaurant was set aside for them that evening as a part of the taping. The sea air, crisp and clean, hit his nostrils as he made his way to a table along the railing. He smiled broadly at the fit blonde and called out over the light crash of the waves, <strong>“This one looks perfect, don’t you think?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>15-11-2019, 02:17:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/I1qmpyG.gif)</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> Mallorca Island Resort / Beach Side Dinner<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Owen<br><hr><br>Owen was reassuring and nice to Elsa. Reiterating that he had stepped forward for her on day one. It made her feel better about the situation. In her mind that meant that he always had an interest in her and had waited for his first chance to act on it. He also clearly wasn't upset with the fact that she had gone with someone else. It was a relief to hear it as many lesser men might be jealous of that sort of thing. Clearly, Owen had a very mature way of looking at it and she respected him for that. With Devon giving her a cold shoulder at the re-coupling ceremony she was in desperate need to believe that at least one of the men on this damn show found her attractive and might actually make a suitable partner. The adventure so far was such a humbling experience. She pushed the darker thoughts aside and concentrated on getting ready for their date. Opting to change dresses into something a little more bright to lighten her mood. After all, the black dress and choker she had been wearing was selected with a little rock and roll in mind. So now she was going with a new look for a new man and hoping for the best. She pranced out in nude heels and tight pink dress, giving a quick turn to see if Owen appreciated the outfit, she found the skirt just a little short and bashfully held it down on the edge so it wouldn't ride up. Than they headed off to their dream resort vacation date.<br><br>Elsa appreciated Owen's gentlemanly gesture of helping her down out of the jeep on arrival at the resort. Heels were not built for climbing in and out of jeeps with.<br><br>Letting out a gasp in awe of the beauty of their dining location she looked around and circled some of the tables finally coming to rest her hips up against the thick wooden rails while leaning over. She spread her arms like she was on the deck of the Titanic and inhaled the salty sea air and listened to the ocean waves rolling onto the beach. It was just about one of the most romantic locations she had ever been to. Turning back to Owen as he was selecting a table she didn't even answer his question, instead choosing to address him by leaning up against him affectionately, her blond head pressed against his shoulder for a moment to wait for him to pull a chair out. She looked up at him and nodded her agreement to avoid any confusion. Here in this light, at this moment she saw him just a little differently than she had only the day before. There was more to him than she originally suspected and she liked that.<br><br>Assuming he pulled out the chair, Elsa would take her seat and look up and down the beach again completely blown away by the beauty of it all. Taking those precious moments to really appreciate this place before turning back to Owen and appreciating him. Elsa said, <strong>"This is what Love Island should be about. It's fantastic. I don't ever want to go back. Can we just stay here for the next month. It's so great here don't you think?"</strong> Her eyes were hopeful that he'd say yes to the option even though she knew that it wasn't going to happen.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>22-11-2019, 20:10:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1Cm55so.jpg?2)</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> Mallorca Island Resort / Beach Side Dinner<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured with dark khaki shorts<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Elsa<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa/Open<br><br>At first, she fit a bit oddly against him. Even with Elsa sporting heels, he had several inches on the young blonde. Reflexively, his knees flexed a bit to make it a bit easier for her to curl against him. His head was still fully above hers, allowing him to easily take in her scent even as he did as she’d hoped and pulled her chair for her. <br><br>She was speaking as he moved around to the other side of the table and settled into his own seat. He appreciated that she was so happy with the setting, and that she seemed at ease sharing it with him. <strong>“Right, well, I think it’s amazing here, and I think I’d be okay with you and i just staying up here. I’m guessing the producers might have slightly different ideas about the whole thing.” <br></strong><br>Owen chuckled a bit at the thought, then looked down at the wine that had been placed in front of him, then her. “<strong>Even if they went for it, they’d insist on the cameras and the one drink rule, anyway, right?</strong>” A thick-fingered hand reached out and grasped at the stem of the glass. “Suppose we best enjoy the one we’re allowed to have, no?” he offered as he lifted the glass a few inches off the table and lifted it in her direction. <strong>“What do you say, Elsa? Here’s to a fresh start?”</strong> He sensed that there were things weighing on Elsa’s mind, and wanted to bridge the gap without overreaching. They’d bonded quickly, and over chocolate, no less. That alone gave Owen the feeling that he wanted to pick her up, to help lift her spirits. <br><strong><br>“If nothing else, I’m really glad we get this time away from the chaos of that house. Too many people with their own agendas, you know what I mean?”</strong> He clinked glasses with her and took a healthy sip of the wine. <strong>“Besides, I’m sure it’ll be quieter here. Better for catching up on sleep,” </strong>he offered with a reassuring smile, remembering that she’d complained the day before about a lack of sleep. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>23-11-2019, 14:41:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8dRdGyU.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> Mallorca Island Resort / Beach Side Dinner<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Owen<br><hr>It seemed like Owen was as impressed with the place as Elsa was. She was all smiles for him because she had a good feeling about the evening. As always, Elsa had her hopes up and honestly felt like good things were happening. Owen's joke about the producer's having different ideas them remaining at the resort instead of the villa gave her more reason to smile. It was nice to see him easing into the moment. Opening moments of a date could always be awkward. His gentle chuckles and gentlemanly approach felt very comforting.<br><br>He said, <em>“Even if they went for it, they’d insist on the cameras and the one drink rule, anyway, right?” ... “Suppose we best enjoy the one we’re allowed to have, no?”</em> he offered as he lifted the glass a few inches off the table and lifted it in her direction. <em>“What do you say, Elsa? Here’s to a fresh start?”</em> Continuing he said, <em>“If nothing else, I’m really glad we get this time away from the chaos of that house. Too many people with their own agendas, you know what I mean?”</em><br><br>Elsa picked up her wine glass to toast with him, <strong>"Here's to a fresh start and downing this whole bottle of wine before they have a chance to stop us."</strong> She made eye contact with him and gave a little bow of her head while she clinked glasses with him before saying, <strong>"Skål."</strong> Sipping the wine she savored it's flavors and placed the glass back down. Turning her head to look around at the scenery again. Coming from Sweden the land of ice and snow she was always impressed with the beauty of warmer regions of the world.<br><br>Owen said, <em> “Besides, I’m sure it’ll be quieter here. Better for catching up on sleep,”</em><br><br>Laughing, Elsa took another drink of wine and raised her glass once more her eyes twinkling. <strong>"Here's to having a good night's sleep."</strong> She took a slightly larger drink this time. <strong>"This is our time to get to know each other so do tell. Like, what do you think your best quality is? Oh, I know.. Which song or artist are you too embarrassed to say that you absolutely love right now? I've got a million of these. Ask me crazy questions, anything at all. Oh, I just thought of a really important one. When you are getting to know someone, what's the most important thing that you want to know about them? Or maybe the question is more simply put, what's most important to you? In a relationship that is."</strong><br><br>She intended to keep this conversation going while they ate.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>27-11-2019, 20:50:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1Cm55so.jpg?2)</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> Mallorca Island Resort / Beach Side Dinner<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured with dark khaki shorts<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Elsa<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa/Open<br><br>Owen chuckled at Elsa’s intimation that they might work their way through the totality of the bottle before the producers could intervene. He wasn’t sure how likely that would be, but given that they were on their own for the evening, maybe the mobile crew that traveled with them would be a touch more permissive. <br><strong><br>“Well, we’ll see just what we can get away with in that regard, won’t we, Elsa?” </strong>He smiled as he said it, finding that he liked the way her name rolled off his tongue, though he wasn’t sure how well it came off with his accent. The idea that they could get away with it gave him a small rush. That she felt bold enough to suggest it made him smile and appreciate what he was seeing as a very fiery, take-what-she-wants spirit. <br><br>He was taking a slow sip of his wine as Elsa fired off her questions at him. Like her, he was grateful for the chance to get to know her a bit better without all the noise and constant ‘on-ness’ of being at the villa. As he swallowed, a gentle smirk crossed his lips, almost bemused at the way she suddenly went into fact-finding mode about him. <br><br>Not that he didn’t appreciate it. More that it took him a moment to get his thoughts together around the barrage of questions. Further than that, he wanted to make sure he posed a few questions back to her. Satisfied that she’d paused to give him room to speak, he slowly lowered his glass to the table and looked around to see if anyone was going to stop him from topping it off. He reached a hand out to grasp the bottle at the neck and started to pour a bit more for each of them and started to respond. <br><strong><br>“Okay, first one: I think my best quality is that I try to be patient and empathic to others. I don’t always do well with it, but I at least try to keep in mind how important that can be. Artists that I’m ashamed to say I enjoy? Well, I admit that I really enjoy Billie Eilish, though it’s not normally the kind of music I get into. Almost a little too ‘pop that’s trying not to be pop’, if you know what I mean. And, most important to me? God, that’s a hard one. I think I’m giving you two answers: One, honesty-being able to say what you mean and follow through on a commitment. Two? Someone who wants to get growing and learning and getting better as a person.” </strong><br><br>He smiled, then took a breath. <strong>“Okay, that was a long answer.”</strong> Owen chuckled and lightly shook his head. <strong>“Now, you have to answer all the same questions, out of fairness, and, I’ll add: What’s the best book you’ve read lately? Or do you not enjoy books?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>30-11-2019, 02:50:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8dRdGyU.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> Mallorca Island Resort / Beach Side Dinner<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Owen<br><hr>While they were talking four different meals were served, all the house specials. Each platter a meal in of itself and all elegantly displayed. The rich aromas mingled with the tangy salt air of the beach combining to form the perfect mouth-watering assault on their noses. It was obvious to Elsa that someone had taken great care in choosing their dishes and meal preparations when setting up this resort's restaurant. They were living the good life. Taking her fork she sampled a little bit off of each of the trays. Her favorite was a mouth-watering Mallorcan Tumbet vegetable dish with extra virgin olive oil, sweet rep peppers, and fresh garlic. The dashes of sea salt and thin-sliced potatoes were fantastic.<br><br>Owen was telling Elsa that his best quality was his empathy and patience which roused a nod and smile from her as she chewed on her vegetables. Apparently, he was also a closet Billie Eilish fan as well. Elsa chirped in with a smile and a comment, <strong>"Bad Guy is one of my guilty favorites as well."</strong> His next answers were replies to what was important in a relationship. <br><br><strong>"I feel like those were well thought out answers,"</strong> Elsa said. <strong>"Thank you."</strong> She took a drink of wine, shook out her hair, and straightened her posture right before bursting into a giggling fit. Elsa raised her hand to her mouth, holding up one finger to request a moment's composure. <strong>"This feels like a game of twenty questions. I don't know if I should be routing out answers from you so we can be prepared in case they spring another game on us or not."</strong> Her giggles followed before she was able to compose herself again. <strong>"Okay... I think I'll start in sort of reverse. Mostly."</strong> She fixed her hair, a smirk still playing on her lips but calmness reigning now as she answered her own questions. <strong>"What you said is totally correct. Honesty is so important to me for a relationship. I would rather fight about the truth than be shocked by a lie or worse the omission of a truth that could have a huge impact on a relationship. Don't think you?"</strong> She nodded hoping that her English was good enough to have conveyed her thoughts to him clearly. <strong>"Commitment I think is one of the most important things I look for in a partner for a relationship. Or at least it's what I'm going to be looking for now. My past would say that I'm not so good with that. I'm hoping I can break that pattern. To me if someone is committed to a relationship, they won't lie or omit things. They'll be with you through it all no matter what happens. It's that solid base that makes the relationship strong. You never have to worry about loyalty or anything because your partner is all in and fully committed. If what I'm saying is making sense. I've worked hard on my English but it doesn't always convey my feelings the way I want to."</strong> She smiled. <strong>"See this is why I did that first. Emotionally intense segment of the conversation now over... I am going to admit that I actually really like the Never Going to Give You Up song that people use to rickroll others. It's true. I admit it, I like that song. I think it has such a sweet message to it and he sounds so soulful and sincere. It's really sweet. Now never tell another living soul. Pinky Swear." </strong>She offered her little finger for a pinky finger handshake. <strong>"Now you're going to hit me with a book question. I read a lot of young adult material. Maybe I'm a child at heart but I enjoy the fun adventures. Lately, I've been reading the Harley Merlin series and before that, I read Throne of Glass. But my favorite is The Kingkiller Chronicle series by Patrick Rothfus. The Name of the Wind may be the best fantasy book that I have ever read."</strong><br><br>Elsa drank some more wine and munched on some vegetables in case Owen had anything to add about her book choices or anything else in the conversation. <br><br>Elsa finally asked, <strong>"Tell me why you are really at the Villa? Love, money? What is driving you? What do you need that the Love Island is going to give you?"</strong><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>07-12-2019, 02:17:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1Cm55so.jpg?2)</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> Mallorca Island Resort / Beach Side Dinner<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured with dark khaki shorts<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Elsa<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa/Open<br><br>Owen took the opportunity of the long answer to pick at a few things from the assembled plates. It all looked so tantalizing as it was laid out, but, given where Owen was in the midst of answering Elsa’s queries, he knew it would be rude to pile up his plate. That gave the blonde first shot at the plates, and she did well to sample from a number of trays, which he took as license to do the same, adding a bit of the roasted sea-bass to the potatoes and Tumbet. All of the food was expertly prepared and delicious, again validating Elsa’s decision to pick at a broad sampling. <br><br>He chewed the well-prepared fish thoughtfully as she responded, already warmed by the meeting of minds on Billie Eilish. There seemed to be a real blending of interests and moral between them, at least of the jump. That Elsa also favored maintaining her fitness told Owen that he and the blonde had the chance to connect on a number of levels. <br><br>The pinky swear was cute, and Owen was happy to play along. His thick finger curled around hers and he reassured her, “I think more people like that song than are willing to admit it,” he said. Then, with a knowing smile said, <strong>“Though, I think a few more people might know now than you’d like,”</strong> as he made a small head motion to the cameras not ten feet away. <br><br>In regards to her book responses he again wanted to reassure her, <strong>“I can promise you, the number of ‘adults’ that read those kinds of books are far greater than you know, Elsa,” </strong>he said, using his fingers to air quote ‘adults’. <strong>“There are, to my knowledge, at least 3 or 4 guys on the New Zealand national team-big, burly boys, who are full Potterheads,” </strong>he finished with a laugh. “<strong>Admittedly, I tend towards non-fiction or thrillers myself. But, I know a lot of people who swear by the fantasy genre. Maybe I should ask you for a recommendation or two to ease me in.” </strong><br><br>Owen wouldn’t have admitted it, but he was warmed by the idea of her making little recommendations of things he might enjoy. He even thought she might be the right person to actually understand what he liked. <br><br>The last question was the hardest. Did he even know? He and Elsa had both just emphasized honesty, and he felt like he owed to her to give the best possible version of the truth that he knew. Leading with a long sigh, he started, <strong>“Well, to be honest, Elsa, my agent pushed me a bit here. He thinks I’m nearing the end of my playing days, and thinks I might do well on TV. Thought this might be a way for me to get my feet wet.” </strong>He took a sip of his wine and continued, <strong>“I have to say I didn’t feel so great about it at first. Mostly because no athlete wants to admit that it’s over, you know?” </strong>Owen pushed a hand up through his hair, leaving it just a touch mussed, then jabbed his fork through some of the potatoes, <strong>“After I slept on it, though, I realized that I’d had less than no luck in dating the last few years, and that I’d missed having someone I could trust and lean on when I needed. And, more importantly, someone I could be there for, someone who didn’t <em>need</em> to lean on me, but would choose to.” </strong><br><br>His gaze game back to Elsa, and his brown eyes met hers. Ready for it or not, he felt like he was really enjoying her company and the conversation. <strong>“What about you, Elsa? Is Love Island looking like it’s going to give you what you’re missing?” </strong>He smiled, gently cradling his fork, <strong>“Oh, and a fun question: Where’s a place you’d love to travel to? What’s on your bucket list there?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>08-12-2019, 00:56:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8dRdGyU.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> Mallorca Island Resort / Beach Side Dinner<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Owen<br><hr>It was interesting listening to Owen talk about why he was there and Elsa felt it was brave to admit that there was a possibility he was coming to the end of his career as an athlete. She liked to see the vulnerability, this is something she rarely witnessed with younger men. Or at least when they did, it was more of a dating tactic than actual openness. Elsa nodded and ate as he talked, the wind from the ocean breezes catching her hair every once in awhile, long blond strands billowing out until she fussed with them to tame their unruly behavior.<br><br>Elsa said, <strong>"Love and adventure. That's why I have come to the show. It's hard to break a dating cycle when you only date one type of man. Here there is a chance to explore other options, maybe make some friends. The villa is a Petri dish for raw emotions. Eventually everyone is either exposed for their true feelings or they are eliminated. I don't bare any ill feelings for the ones that have come and gone before during our stay. I'm sure they are all good people truly. They just had personal issues that prevented themselves from being open and following through with their choices to come here. It's not an easy thing to commit to the villa and to see it through until the end."</strong> She laughed a little. <strong>"Perhaps I also saw it as a personal challenge. A question that I need to answer for myself about whether or not I am ready to lay myself bare and follow through."</strong> She was laughing. <strong>"This is difficult to know and I'm a very private person so there are unique challenges that we must all face. This is one of mine."</strong><br><br>Drinking some wine, Elsa smiled at him more. <strong>"It probably means little coming from a near stranger like me but I think you will do well in your future. Most professional athletes are very driven to success if they don't self sabotage. But if you want to stay in athletics I am sure there are a lot of opportunities for a man with your talents. Going on TV will only elevate fame, it may not get you what you want. Figuring out that is probably the first thing you should do." </strong><br><br>Needing to stretch she got up and walked over to the edge of the deck again with her wine glass. <strong>"It's so beautiful... To answer your question, I want to go everywhere. If I meet the right person, perhaps that will be the next thing that I do. There is a social media star from America, she's only twenty one and she's visited every country in the world. One hundred and ninety six. She's the youngest person to have ever done that. (https://www.bbc.co.uk/newsround/48533729) I would like to maybe do that as well. I want to see the truth and look for the beauty and kindness out there. We only hear the horrible things in the news. It would be reassuring to know that there is so much more out there than that."</strong> Turning to look at Owen, who may or not be be standing beside her now she would smile at him warmly. <strong>"Sharing that experience with someone would be welcome. If not, I will just do it on my own then."</strong> Her shoulders shrugged. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>11-12-2019, 02:12:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1Cm55so.jpg?2)</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> Mallorca Island Resort / Beach Side Dinner<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured with dark khaki shorts<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Elsa<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa/Open<br><br>Owen found himself nodding along in agreement with Elsa as she spoke about her past relationships. He’d seen first hand over the first few days what appeared to be the blonde’s ‘one type of man’. If there was one thing that Owen felt secure about, it was that he certainly wasn’t that type. On some level, he found this reassuring when considered in conjunction with her words. <br><br>That she was so quick to compliment and reassure him about his future showed him something. There was no reason to doubt her sincerity, and Elsa’s willingness to share so much vulnerability about herself told him that she was about as authentic as anyone he’d met so far here at the Villa. He nodded in agreement, <strong>“It’s probably true that I should figure out what I want to do, and not just follow along with my agent’s plans for me. I’m sure, in his mind, he thinks he has my best interests at heart. I also know I’ve put a decent amount of money in his pocket, and that ends if I retire and don’t move onto something else equally lucrative.” </strong><br><br>His gaze followed her as she rose, glass in hand. She moved smoothly, with the grace of a woman who was at ease with the moment in which she found herself. As she was talking, he rose and walked to the balcony. With a hip gently brushing hers, he settled in next to her as she finished the thought. <br><br><strong>“I admit, I’ve been lucky, I’ve seen, I think, 30 or so countries? I mean, that’s a lot of hotels and practice fields and stadiums, so maybe not the most authentic cultural experiences, but, I’ve met some really great people along the way. Maybe I’ll get back to some of those places along the way.”</strong> He shrugged a bit, “<strong>And there’s more to see, I’m sure, but, I don’t think you could get me some place like North Korea. Not sure I could take that risk just to check a box on a passport.”</strong> Owen laughed a little at himself and ducked his head, <strong>“Then again, maybe I’m too practical.” </strong><br><br>Lifting his head, he gave Elsa a warm smile. His empty hand gently stroked down the middle of her back, the first time he’d initiated any real contact with his newly coupled partner.<strong> “For what it’s worth, I think you’ll find yourself that person to share the experience with if you are truly ready for it. And, honestly, The couple times we’ve talked before tonight, I think you’ve seemed pretty ready to lay your soul bare to the person who earns your trust.”</strong><br><br>Owen paused, unsure if he should come off with what was sitting in the front of his mind. He held her gaze for a moment, and then gave himself permission. <strong>“I certainly think I might like to be that person, if you don’t mind me saying that.”<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>13-12-2019, 00:06:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8dRdGyU.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> Mallorca Island Resort / Beach Side Dinner<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Owen<br><hr>Feeling Owen's hip brush against hers was electrifying. It was like the first real human contact she'd had in any sort of intimate capacity and she found herself wanting more of it. She intentionally brushed her hip back up against his as they talked to emphasize points in the conversation. She laughed a little at his comment on North Korea, she raised a little toast to that and nodded her agreement. There really were some places that she wasn't so sure she personally wanted to risk travelling to.<br><br>Elsa's back arched slowly as Owen's fingers ran down her spine, the motion drawing her in closer to him. She greeted his touch with a broad welcoming smile and reciprocated by placing a hand on his upper arm, resting her arm in his as she slightly twisted to face him. Owen paused before offering himself up as the possible travel companion of her dreams. <br><br><strong>"I think that may just be an option,</strong>" Elsa smiled before hiding her grin behind her wine glass. When she brought it back down the smile remained. Her eyes studied his face.<strong> "I've been to many European countries. Where do you think you'd take me first?"</strong> Her eyes widened and she took a quick drink of wine, half giggling behind her glass at her own bold flirtations. <strong>"What would we do there?"</strong> Her words held a bit a playful coyness to them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>17-12-2019, 05:58:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1Cm55so.jpg?2)</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> Mallorca Island Resort / Beach Side Dinner<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured with dark khaki shorts<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Elsa<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa/Open<br><br>Owen enjoyed Elsa’s touch. Even the subtle, casual way her arm rested against his helped to confirm that. More importantly, they seemed to be able to make each other laugh, which helped to put him at ease. Elsa’s laugh was an easy, reassuring one-the kind that he felt like he could enjoy hearing for the 10,000th time just as much as the fifth. <br><br><strong>“First?”</strong> he said, raising an eyebrow. <strong>“Well, from what you’ve said, it sounds like maybe a trip off of the continent of Europe might be in order for you, Elsa.</strong>” He chewed on his lower lip for a moment and considered it. There was an answer in his head, but he worried it might sound too forward, and not get at what he’d hoped. As he pondered, his fingers continued to work tiny trails up and down Elsa’s back at a slow, deliberate pace.<br><br><strong>“In fact, I bet you’d love New Zealand and Australia. Speaking from experience, if you’re going to head that way from here, you want to give enough time to see them both. Obviously, I’m biased, but New Zealand has a ton of natural beauty and I think you’d love the climate there.”</strong> Owen smiled-it was obvious he was proud of his homeland and that he loved to share it with others. <strong>“There’s a ton of things we can do there-but I think you’d most love to explore some of the island’s natural wonders. I could act as a tour guide.”</strong> He hesitated, then added, <strong>“If you like.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>18-12-2019, 02:52:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8dRdGyU.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> Mallorca Island Resort / Beach Side Dinner<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Owen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Owen<br><hr><strong>"Going to New Zealand sounds fantastic,"</strong> Elsa replied to Owen's suggestion for travel. <strong>"Did you grow up there? Oh what was life like for you?"</strong> The large man towered over her and she was all to happy to snuggle up a little closer to him. <strong>"Having a person tour guide sounds like the only way to travel. You may not believe this but I'm a little bit shy around people I don't know. I do my best and put myself out there because I have to sometimes but mostly I'm shy really. For years I always used my brothers to hide behind. I would get involved in sports but always with them. That way I could just sort of bit the one tagging along and people didn't pay much attention to me."</strong> She laughed. <strong>"And now here I am on live television for the whole world to see."</strong> She rolled her eyes and put her head against Owen's shoulder. <br><br><strong>"We should probably eat some more,"</strong> Elsa didn't want to break the feeling of his arm around her and his fingers on her body but her stomach was starting to protest. Spinning around she let her hand slide into his and she gently tugged him in the general directly of the table again. <strong>"Let's sit closer."</strong><br><br>If he came along she planned on pulling her seat up next to his so they could eat together at a more intimate proximity. Her intentions were to flirt a little and get some more samples of the amazing dishes of food. Heaps of the house specials still decorated the plates and called out to them with their Instagram ready visual appeal. Small talk would persist along with some silly food antics because she was definitely one to play with her food while she devoured it. Another glass or two of wine was in order as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Island ♡ [Away]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>23-12-2019, 05:43:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1Cm55so.jpg?2)</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> Mallorca Island Resort / Beach Side Dinner<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured with dark khaki shorts<br><strong>Coupled with:</strong> Elsa<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elsa/Open<br><br>Owen enjoyed the little press of her head against his shoulder. There was a growing closeness between them, it seemed to him, and he was happy to see her show a sign of feeling the same. When she did it, he gently slid his arm around her narrow waist, creating a bit of contrast between their relative body sizes. <br><br>“Yes, a bit more to eat sounds great. Let’s do that,” Owen said with a smile as he moved to follow her back to the table. They made their way through a few more rounds of small talk, and a second glass of wine, when Owen returned to topic to Elsa. <br><br><strong>“It’s too bad you’ve felt the need to hide yourself away, or diminish yourself by being with people who don’t want you to shine,”</strong> he said as he gave her a small squeeze.<strong> “Television cameras or not, I hope you come away from this knowing that you have value for who you are and the kindness you have to offer.” </strong>He sighed, it was a heavy sentiment, perhaps too heavy for Elsa in the moment. <br><br>He picked up his glass and took a slow sip from it. It stayed in his grasp as he continued, eyes searching hers a bit as he inched a little closer. Owen’s leg gently brushed Elsa’s under the tablecloth as he turned a bit towards her, his eyes warm and thoughtful. <strong>“I just mean, I guess, that I discovered I was a lot happier when I stopped worrying about what other people thought and found happiness with myself first.”</strong><br>
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