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atticuskeyes·:

Atticus was pleased to have some company, he felt all kinds of out-of-sorts on this island. He secretly wondered why he was picked to be a part of the show when everyone else looked like models. “Yeah, you don’t like it?” Atticus chuckled, looking at the brunette with a soft expression before admitting, “I’m just worried I’m gonna butcher the pronunciation of your name. Mateo? Mateo? Mateo?” His eyebrows furrowed but quickly relaxed as he laughed at himself, his thick Kiwi accent was clear. “Yeah, I’m already starting to feel a homesick as well, but I have a feeling that once we all get to know each-other it’ll be much more comfortable in here.” Atticus agreed, looking to Mateo with a sympathetic expression. He thought for a long moment and explained, “Well, it’s all a bit much for me but ‘m happy to have a free vacation.”

“no no, i like it. it’s cute,” mateo replied with a soft laugh, shaking his head. the pronunciation of his name had never been questioned before--pros of growing up in a spanish speaking community and all--but it was kind of funny hearing him pronounce it. “it’s mateo, but now you’re only allowed to call me matty. sorry, i don’t make the rules.” he nodded at the others words, a small smile on his face. it was nice to know someone was feeling the same way he was; it was easy to feel isolated among strangers, he guessed. “this is probably the best vacation i’ll have in my whole life.” he took a sip of his water as he enjoyed the cool breeze for a moment before asking, a hint of amusement in his tone, “well, since we’re here looking for love and everything, anyone in particular catch your eye yet?”

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angelfm·:

     at the coincidence, her mouth drops open momentarily, before smiling at the other, excitement in her features. ”really ? now it’s totally happening then. having company just doubles the fun, in my opinion.” angel mused, leaning against a counter as she listened to destiny, nodding along. “can you believe i’ve never had greek food ? it’s actually disastrous considering how much i love food in general. what would you suggest i try ? ” she giggles at destiny’s last request. “that’s iconic on so many levels… how did i not think of that ? if it happens, and i’m sure it will, i know for a fact that’ll make the cut and i can’t wait to see it.” sighing in agreement, angel glanced around at the other contestants. despite knowing the general consensus of the show, it was all such a new experience, she found herself forgetting there were strings attached to her stay. “i know what you mean. i’m sure i did mention it, once or twice. after all, it must be nice to walk out of here with more than a check … i suppose i just don’t want to get my hopes up. it’s all downhill from there.”

“you’ve never had greek food?” destiny questioned, disbelief coloring her voice, “oh, hun, that won’t do. we got to get you some baklava asap.” truly, destiny didn’t understand why she came on this show--she had already found her one true love: Mediterranean food. she couldn’t help but nod along at the girls words; it was true, really, that getting your hopes up could only end badly. “yknow, i wouldn’t be opposed to it happening, but let’s be honest. the odds of us finding our soulmate in this crowd,” she gestured to the other contestants around them, “is slim. plus, we’re kinda only seeing a censored version of them. people want to look good for the cameras, yknow.” her brow furrowed when she realized she was being a bit too pessimistic, “but, hey, at least you get the chance to make some killer friends. like me, for example.”

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lxndxncxlling·:

“Did the guy climb mountains while in Asia or did he just backpack around? Which continent would you want to backpack around?“ She smiled at the man in front of her. "It is nice to find someone else on here looking for love and not just after the money. I was afraid people would say love but actually be after the money.” She tilted her head. “I can’t imagine you having a hard time finding love. You’re very attractive.” She wouldn’t usually be so forward. It must be the little bit of alcohol she had.

“according to his book, he did climb some mountains, but i know almost nothing about geography so i can’t remember the names for the life of me,” he paused briefly, a soft chuckle falling from his lips, “even if it’s a bit cliche, i’ve always wanted to backpack around europe. anywhere you’d want to?” he couldn’t help but sigh at her words, nodding, “that’s the one thing, huh? you don’t really know who’s being genuine or not.” he paused, feeling a blush rise to his cheeks. a soft smile found his way onto his face, “oh, that means a lot, coming from someone as pretty as you.” he never said he was the best flirt, but, “but i actually haven’t had a partner for a few years, now. i just want something real, not something only based on looks.”

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elliottmccre·:

elliott, after hanging out at the bar and downing a few bottles of beer, was pleasantly squiffy, finally working up the courage to wander about and communicate with the other contestants. he wasn’t really looking for anything romantic, that really wasn’t his último motivo, but that didn’t stop him from flirting around. it was getting darker - elliott had forgotten to bring his phone along with him, so he had absolutely no idea what time it was. his tipsy mind pondered on how the romans were able to read time by measuring the stars, and how brilliant it’d be if he could do the same. he was so immersed in his thoughts that he hadn’t seen the incoming fiasco. it was too late - nay, elliott was too slow. 

“oh, bugger,” he muttered dejectedly, frowning down at his now-damp shirt. if he were sober, he would’ve given the other a good, dramatic cry, but drunk elliott was never in the mood for theatrics, surprisingly. “’s my favourite shirt.”

a small frown--made up mostly of guilt and nerves--found its way onto mateos face at the others words. he gave himself half a second to curse at himself mentally for being such a clutz before he was apologizing again, “i’m really sorry,” he started, running a hand through his hair anxiously, “i didn’t see you, not that you’re like, easy to miss or anything, but more like i wasn’t paying any attention. im sure it’ll dry if you like, go stand by the bonfire or something.” he paused, wishing for the life of him he’d just stop talking, “but i can see why that’s your favorite shirt. it’s a nice shirt, and it looks good on you--” he forced himself to stop rambling, sighing, “sorry, you probably didn’t need to hear all that, did you?”

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angelfm·:

     angel had been making small talk for awhile, quickly growing tired of repeating the same things to different faces. where she was from, her name, how nice the weather was in greece … sure, that is normally how conversations go down, but after 10+ hours on connecting flights, she was growing impatient for some excitement. aimlessly , decora nails swirl around a pink straw , her blushed cheek resting on her hand as she moped at the bar, a soft sigh leaving her glossy lips. all of a sudden, something sparks in her mind. refuting her initial defeat, the brunette signals the bartender for another drink, before turning her bar stool to face the other. “so … remember how they interviewed us before we got here ? i got kinda dizzy with all those questions, but i really had to think about an answer for the top 5 things i was most excited to do part ! besides … you know, love and all that. pretty much, i remember saying i want to meet a dolphin, swim with it, feed it, all that … i want to jump off a really high cliff into the sea … to ride around on one those four wheel motorcycles … and …. uhm … if i remember the rest, i’ll let you know. — what about you ? i feel like it says a lot about someone. but be warned, if your ideas were better than mine, i’m inviting myself to tag along.”

“girl, jumping off a really high cliff was number two on my list,” destiny answered with a smile, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear. her other hand was wrapped around a flute of champagne--with all the different kind of alcohol she had been drinking so far, she was surprised she could still give the girl a somewhat-serious answer. “my number one was meeting new people. not every day i get to meet people from all different kind of places.” she paused, tilting her head as she tried to think, “i also think i mentioned something about the food, because man, is greek food delicious. oh! and i also really want to go horse-back riding along the beach, because that’s as cliche as it gets.” she laughed softly, taking a sip of her drink, “i think i didn’t mention love once, now that i think about it. man, i wonder what that says about me.” 

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bxdbxytm·:

He quirked an eyebrow and a soft amused smile crossed his features. “Can’t say I’ve not done that before. You think that’s the strangest thing? Come on, tell me, what’s the weirdest thing you’ve done before?”

Maxwell shrugged and smiled. “Hey, I mean it. I hardly ever say something I don’t mean. If you ever want to talk my ear off, offer is there. I gotta ask though, you’re a makeup artist?”

He hated to break that bubble but his shoulders went up and clicked his tongue. “Pretty much. That’s why most bars rotate bartenders, ever went to a place then seen the bartenders have been replaced.” He nodded and extended his arm. “Let’s get going then. Maybe I’ll get you to talk about make up.”

“you’re telling me you’ve also hidden a creamy murder before?” she questioned with an amused laugh as she started walking, shaking her head. she paused briefly at his question, tilting her head as she thought, “hm...the weirdest thing i’ve done before...probably snuck about two dozen cookies out of a brunch.” she paused, quickly adding, “but to be fair, the brunch was like forty bucks, so i think i paid for them...i just didn’t have a purse, so i had to get pretty creative with it.”

“i am, yes, makeup is my life,” she answered the boys question with a soft laugh, “i’ve been doing it for a few years now, and not toot my own horn, but i like to think im pretty damn good. what do you do?” her eyes darted from the boys face towards the ocean they were walking closer to, “i’m tempted to guess bartending, but you said your friend taught you that cool color changing trick, right?” she also couldn’t see him as a bartender--but maybe that was because she was used to bartenders who had piercings and a lot of tattoos. hey, she wasn’t the one who chose the bars her and her friends frequented, okay?

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nctesmith·:

shooting the woman next to him a coy smile, nate simply nodded before licking the back of his hand and pouring salt onto it. “let’s do this,” he said in a mock-serious tone, readying the lime and the tequila and downing the shot in one fell swoop. his lips puckered and his eyes shut and he let out a whoop, slamming the shot glass onto the table. “jesus, that was strong.”

she couldn’t help but laugh at the others serious tone, but she was quick to grab her own shot, taking it in quick succession to the others. her face pinched for the briefest of moments at the strong taste, but a laugh quickly left her mouth, “fuck yeah it was.” she grinned brightly at the man, “you, my good man, are officially one of the best people here.” she reached her hand out, “the names destiny.”

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zoedem·:

                                                     IT WAS EASY FOR ZOE to get distracted in a place like this. She’d dreamed about spending a summer on a beautiful island, surrounded by good company, for a long while. Of course, it was still too soon to tell whether the other contestants were fun company or not, but a girl could dream. She took a walk across the beach, taking in the smell of salt and sand, as the bonfire lit half her face. Occasionally, she’d stop to introduce herself and chit chat with another person and, at some point, she decided to go to the bar for a drink. As she spun around, away from the last individual she’d been talking to, a guy bumped onto her and spilled his drink over her white beach dress. The brunette inhaled sharply upon feeling the cold liquid soaking the fabric and clinging to her skin. She stared down, relieved to see her dress still seemed clean. “Oh, it does. If you’d spilled red wine, for instance, you and I would be having an entirely different conversation,” she warned jokingly before feeling a smile stretch on her lips. “It’s all good. I wasn’t paying attention either.”

he couldn’t help the relieved laugh that spilled from his lips at the girls response; her kind response was enough to ease the tension in his shoulders. it was a lucky thing she didn’t see it necessary to get mad at him; he’d kick himself he made someone dislike him on the first night. “if it was red wine, i’d give you full permission to punch me,” he joked, a small smile stretching across his lips, “your dress is really something, after all, and it’d be a crime to ruin it.” there was a small pause as he tried to figure out what to say--on one hand, he could walk away and leave the girl to her night, and on the other... “i’m mateo,” he introduced himself instead, his smile turning into something friendlier, “and now that my drink kind of ended up all over your dress...want to head to the bar with me to get another one?”

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boyslikeleon·:

leon wasn’t overly fond of drunk people (and it raised the question why would you go on reality tv where most of the social events would definitely revolve around drinking?), but he especially hated messy drunks. when he felt the splash of water on his shirt, he rolled his eyes so hard he was surprised they didn’t pop out of his skull. turning around to find the perpetrator, he went to open his mouth and complain, but when he saw the sheepish, nervous smile on the other man’s face - he stopped. he was handsome, and tall like him, but he stood a few inches taller. clearing his throat, leon shrugged it off as if it was nothing. “it’s totally fine… i erm, well it was getting a bit hot so i guess a little water dousing couldn’t hurt right?” regaining a bit of his composure, he gestured towards the wet patch on his chest. “do you not drink? or are you just not drinking tonight?”

the breath he let out at the others response was nothing short of relieved--he really didn’t need to go making enemies on the first night, after all. the others question had him pausing, though; he always felt a bit awkward, admitting his dislike for alcohol. people normally took that as him being no fun or a stick in the mud, but, honest was the best policy, after all. “i don’t drink at all, usually,” he chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair, “which is a bit funny, considering i decided to come on this show, but.” he shrugged, a joking smile on his face, “as you can see, i’m clumsy enough without it. imagine me with liquor in my system--no one’s shirt would be safe from me.” he paused briefly, “i am really sorry about that though. anyway i can make it up to you?”

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boyslikeleon·:

the party was heating up, the alcohol was flowing and if leon was honest - he was kind of bummed out that he had decided to stick to non-alcoholic drinks. unfortunately for him, despite everybody having some sort of drink in their hand, he was struggling to find one for himself that didn’t immediately turn his stomach. standing at a bowl of what he assumed to be ‘punch’ he dipped the ladle in and inspected the brownish liquid and recoiled immediately. the sound of the sound of an american accent made leon turned around and look at the girl that was talking. she was beautiful, with a bright smile and eyes, he smiled at her and shrugged his shoulders. “i’m not gonna lie, i’m pretty sure i’m allergic to tequila but… i’m no bitch so let’s do it.” looking at the almost empty bottle in his hand, he placed it down and readied a few shot glasses nearby. “this kombucha tastes like ass anyway.”

“now that’s the kind of answer i like to hear,” she let out an excited cheer at the others agreement, going to pick up a shot, “but i gotta say, i’m taking absolutely no blame if you go into anaphylactic shock,” she paused looking him over--he was pretty cute, even in the less-then-stellar lights of the bar-- before saying in a teasing tone, “but you are kinda pretty, so i will call the paramedics for you. because i’m that nice.” hey, she never said she was the nicest person alive. she grinned at him, holding up her shot class, “let’s cheers this one out, hun. cheers to kombucha being absolutely disgusting, and cheers to...” she paused, quirking a brow at him, “what else?”

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agiparker·:

“yes, mhmm, who wouldn’t love mixed drinks? me and a colorful fruity cocktails, yes please.” parker covered his mouth, in attempt to hide his grin, “oh geez when you say it like that well who wouldn’t get excited? and honestly, i barely say no to anything, i’m easily persuaded. especially if it’s within good company.” he took the shot from her, clinking it against hers. “we doing a count down or… is it a race to see who can down the most. if it’s the later, i know i’ll cap out at like six.”

“you barely say no to anything?” she repeated, an almost immediate mischievous smile finding its way onto her face, “you better be careful who you tell that information to, hun, because there might be some interesting dares coming your way if that’s the truth.” she laughed a bit when the other clinked their glasses together, before quirking a brow, “if you’re up for a race, i’m pretty sure i can beat you. tequila’s my bitch, so, you best bring your a-game.”

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emmharte·:

Emma stopped what she was doing when she heard his response and shrugged, “Well, to be honest if I am going to survive in this house I need to start with some bubbly. Or all the bubbly, I think is more accurate to say,” she smiled, taking her spot back on the bar stool. She studdied the guy beside her, trying to figure him out before continuing, “So, what about you? Why aren’t you mingling as much as everyone else?”

“that’s a fair assessment--liquid courage is the best kind of courage, right?” he chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair as he relaxed back against the bar. while he hadn’t had a single drop of liquor yet, he was finding the cool ocean breeze helpful in calming his nerves, “i’ve talked to a few people,” he answered with a shrug, “but i’m guessing it’s the same reason you’re gonna drink a whole bottle of bubbly. it’s kinda nerve wracking being around this many strangers, right? i have no idea what to talk about.”

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benjamies·:

“wild that we managed to talk to different people, man. how many people are there anyway?” benjamin smiled a little to himself at mateo’s words. “i’ve wondered if i should be more, uh, what’s the word…” he mumbled to himself in cantonese, having randomly forgotten the english word for 天真. “naive! yeah. maybe i’ve been acting too jaded for my own good.” at mateo’s teasing, benjamin just had to counter. “oh, yeah?” he shouted in a fake-angry voice, but not a second later he sank back into his seat in an even more relaxed position than before. “just kidding,” he added, unable to stop himself from snickering to himself.

“there feels like there’s a lot of people, but honestly, there can’t be that many,” he answered with a shrug, a chuckle in his voice. he didn’t know the exact number of contestants on this show, but he did know there seemed to always be a new face every time he looked over his shoulder. he tilted his head at the others mumblings, not quite being able to place the language the other was speaking, “what other language do you speak?” he questioned before he could help himself, “and, i don’t know, i think being not naive is pretty good. better to not get your hopes up, yeah?” he didn’t bother holding back the laugh that escaped him at the others words, shaking his head, “if you were going to pick a fight with someone i’d be the worst option, let me tell you that right now.”

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angelfm·:

     angel was mesmerized by the sight of the greek beach, the water at nighttime looking enticing as the waves reflected the moon; she couldn’t help but want to take a swim. she held back on it though, only going as far as dipping her feet. barefoot, with a tiny ankle bracelet, she went on to look for flip flops. her height, along with the crowd around her, didn’t make her easy to spot. her missing shoe was locked in sight, until she suddenly felt a cold splash hit her body, freezing instantly. “…” looking down at her shirt, her florescent pink biking was visible. “it’s … it’s okay, i wasn’t really looking at where i was going either.” the brunette debates on her next move. “hmmm, what do you think i should do ?“  she asks sheepishly. ”uhm, do you maybe have a towel, or something ? ”

“well,” he started a bit awkwardly, running a hand through his hair. it wasn’t every day he spilled water on a pretty girl, now was it? “i don’t have a towel,” he answered sheepishly, “and i’d offer you my shirt but i’m pretty sure it’s a bit early to be stripping in front of you,” there was a joking tone in his voice, because well, that was the only appropriate way to deal with awkward situations. he paused, thinking over the options he could offer the girl before he pointed over his shoulder towards the loungers, “i did bring a hoodie since i didn’t know how cold it’d get--do you wanna wear that for now?”