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"Ahh, paradise. A place where you can relax and forget all your troubles. And that is exactly what these lucky few hope to do."

Taxis begin pulling up to a large villa one at a time. Each cast member gets out and is met with sunshine, a light breeze, and the distant sound of waves breaking on the beach. As soon as they grab their bags from the taxi, they drive off, though the next one doesn't appear until the newest arrival has managed to walk inside and shut the door behind them.

"For the next three months, they will be living together in this house and we will be watching their every move."

The cast begins to gather in the main living area, where they drop their bags and greet each other. Of course, they had met a few days prior, but they didn't have enough time to make more than a first impression. Not to mention, there were no cameras to perform for. Naturally, that could certainly have an impact on the dynamic.

From what they could see, there were cozy couches in the living room, where some likely dropped their bags. There was a large television mounted on the wall, in perfect view from anywhere in the room. The back wall was lined with large windows with doors that opened into the outdoor space. Just off the living room was a small room with a landline. Inside is a camera that records both the phone calls and can be used as a confessional for the cast to share whatever thoughts they want. The room has been soundproofed so these thoughts cannot be overheard from the outside.

"Now, the cast has all met each other briefly, so why don't we take a moment to get to know them?"

The rest of the house is quiet, waiting to be explored, rooms waiting to be claimed. If they were to look, they'd find the kitchen to be fully stocked with food to meet everyone's preferences that they provided the production with. The bedrooms were all slightly different but were functionally the same. Each had a queen bed in the center with soft white linens and puffy pillows. Large windows could be opened to let in the sea air.

If they were to walk out the back doors from the living room, they would find a private patio with a grill and pool. Chairs and tables were shaded by umbrellas and canopies. A hammock was strung between two palm trees and swayed in the salty breeze.

There was a shed stocked with supplies for any and every beachy activity you could think of. Various surfboards of different lengths and makes, kayaks, a volleyball net, games of all sorts, and even sandcastle-making supplies like shovels and buckets were there.

The outdoor space was closed in by greenery and foliage, though there was an opening for a sandy path to a private beach.

With their arrival happening in early afternoon, there was plenty of time to do anything they wanted that day.

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isla cameron.

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Isla was practically shaking in anticipation during the entire drive to the Villa. She had been looking forward to this experience for months and it was finally happening. She was on the island, the weather was absolutely perfect, and she was pretty sure she'd be able to make some good friends while she was here. While she had little more than a basic first impression from their initial meeting, she was optimistic.

She gently shut the taxi door after she stepped out of the cab, taking in her surroundings. However, she couldn't help but feel slightly stiff, knowing cameras were capturing her every move. After a beat, she slung her duffel bag over her shoulder and dragged her other suitcase behind her as she walked inside. Production assured her that the two surfboards she had brought with her (despite them assuring her they'd have some available at the house) would be delivered safely later that day.

"Hello?" she called into the house as she kicked off her sandals at the door. But, she was met with still silence. "Reckon I'm the first to get here."

Stepping into the living room, she dropped the duffle bag on one of the couches and left the other suitcase beside it. She wasn't quite sure what to do being the first one there. Isla ran a hand through her hair before starting to wander.

She didn't stray far, only sticking to the kitchen and living room, not wanting to be hidden away when any of the others arrived. She couldn't help but peek in the kitchen cabinets and refrigerator and was pleased to find them filled with various snacks and ingredients. Not much time had passed, but Isla grew impatient— eager for the others to finally arrive. Scuffing her heels against the wood floor, she found herself looking out the windows into the backyard.

 

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frankie.

Francisco Cruz had done it. He had actually gotten onto Paradise after believing that he wouldn't make it through to the final contestants selected for the reality show. The last five and a half (or was it six? He didn't quite remember) had been a whirlwind of excitement, nerves, and preparation, and now it was finally here. He was finally here. The taxi ride to the villa itself had his heart pounding wildly against his chest. It was a good thing he was going to be specializing in the cardiology field, because he knew the symptoms of a heart attack. But it wasn't a medical emergency - no, it was just his eagerness to get out to the beachside escape from reality that had him buzzing with anticipation.

When he had told his (step)mom and dad the good news, they had been just as overjoyed as he had been. Their (not so) little Frankie was going to be a big TV star. Everyone they met, everywhere they went, basically anyone in a five mile radius if we're being honest here, had all been enthusiastically informed by Nolan and Jackie. Frankie's classmates, the people he delivered pizzas to, and his closest friends all knew about the chance to catch him on Netflix as soon as the show hit the airwaves. And that, in it of itself, turned his excitement into frayed nerves. What if he embarrassed himself on an international level? There would be no coming back from that. He would have to drop out of med school, quit his part-time job, and move into his parents' basement. He wouldn't be able to show his face ever again. Frankie admittedly had gotten a case of cold feet as the date loomed before him, but after a conversation with his parents, he knew that this was an opportunity he just had to take.

Frankie snapped back to reality as the taxi slowed to a stop in front of the villa. This was real. This was happening. There was no turning back now. And after he got his suitcase and carry-on from the taxi, it left him in a cloud of dust, alone to face his new reality. He took a deep breath before taking a few shaky steps towards his home for the next three months before stopping and looking back into the distance. Why? He didn't know. Maybe he had lost self-confidence. But upon remembering that his parents were back home rooting for him, he got a boost of confidence. Frankie proudly entered the villa with his head held high, chest out, and shoulders back. He didn't know if he was the first one there or not as he crossed the threshold separating the outside world from...well, everything else, but once he spotted someone else's luggage, he got a good idea of where he stood among the arrivals. Frankie tucked his own luggage into a cozy little corner before calling out to whoever else had gotten there before him. "Okay, I know someone's here. Show your face or forever hold your peace." Hey, it was worth a try, wasn't it?

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[social]

Ah. A tropical island, a place where those who see the sun maybe one month out of the year go to crispen up and return with the most dreadful sunburns. Unfortunately, that was the destiny of a certain Irish artist as he leaned against the door of the taxi. The scenery passed by as they approached the villa, lush green bushes and trees swaying in the gentle breeze. The vehicle rolled to a slow stop at the sandy entrance of the villa. "Thatch. Interesting" A small smile played on the lips of the 30-year-old as he opened the taxi door and stepped out. Blue flip-flops touched the white sand and quickly hit the soles of his feet as he wandered to the back of the taxi to grab his luggage.

Black sunglasses covered his piercing blue eyes and his oversized sunhat seemed to cast a neverending shadow over his face and neck. "Well let's crack on." An easy-going smile played on his lips as he made his way up the wooden stairs and let himself into the villa. He could hear to mostly muffled voices of some other cast members so he felt a bit more comfortable not being the only one in the building. Wandering to the living area, he placed his luggage down and took his hat off, placing it on the handle of his suitcase. Pulling his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, he looked at the other two people inside of the villa, waving slightly. "Howya doin', Isla." A friendly smile was directed at the brunette, recognizing her easily from their earlier introduction. "And, Frankie, good to see ya mate."

Luckily, due to how large his family is, Rowan became exceptionally good at remembering people's names and faces. He rarely forgot and did his best to keep track of everyone he met at the brief cast meetup. He didn't want to spend all his free time getting reintroduced to everyone. Plus, it was the least he could do considering he was going to be roommates with these people for a couple of months. The Irish man leaned against the back of one of the kitchen chairs and smiled, trying to break the ice a little bit.

"So... I'm gonna go and grab a room. Be back in a moment." Placing his sunglasses on his head, the rhythmic slapping of his sandals filled the empty house as he gathered his things and made his way into a bedroom. He tossed his suitcases on the linen-covered mattress and wandered over to the window, pulling back the curtains to fully take in the view. "Wow. That's definitely no Ireland."

Tags: Isla ( junegloom ) Frankie ( fieldofclover ) | Location: The Villa | Outfit: xo

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The sunlight splashed across freckled skin as the woman in the taxi looked out the window, her grey gaze carefully taking in everything she passed by. While the prospect of being forced to live with some rather terrible (in her opinion) people, she still couldn't deny the fact that the island of choice was breathtaking. She wanted to see what was in the waters and what animals were native to the island. Her mind was buzzing with ideas and her fingers itched to write down the data as soon as she could. But she wasn't there for work, she was there for the entertainment of others (mostly her family), and that meant she had to cut down on her habit of switching to work mode.

The taxi pulled up smoothly and she took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping out. The sand crunched underneath her tennis shoes as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail before wandering to the trunk of the taxi to grab her things. Slinging the duffle across her shoulders, she pulled her suitcase behind her and walked up the stairs into the villa. Clashing accents filled the rather calm atmosphere of the villa as Imogen made her way inside. "Hello." Her tone was even as she greeted the three other individuals, a smile not even tugging at the corner of her lips as she looked around.

"Are those up for grabs?" She asked, pointing to the hallway with the various bedrooms, which the Irish contestant Rowan (?) beelined for, not even hesitating to take his pick of the rooms. "I guess they are..." Trailing off slightly, Imogen made her way to a room that had light blue linen covers on the bed and matching curtains. Fitting for a marine biologist. Dumping her duffle bag on top of the bed, she tucked the suitcase inside the closet and crossed her arms, clearly trying to decide if she wanted to unpack now or later. Later seemed easier. So Imogen went back to where everyone else was and slipped by to open the kitchen.

"How's the grub here?" A slight smirk played on her lips as she opened the refrigerator and inspected everything inside. It wasn't a bad lineup at all. Grabbing a water bottle, she then looked in the pantry area and grabbed herself a bag of crisps before getting comfortable leaning against the counters. "I'm Imogen by the way. In case anyone needed a refresher." The young woman offered a smile, doing her best to at least appear friendly to the somewhat familiar faces. She could remember seeing them when the cast met not too long ago but she had been so enraged by the existence of other ones that she sort of forgot what everyone looked like.

"Did you all just get here or have you been waiting for a while?"

Tags: @ everyone in the villa | Location: The Villa | Outfit: xo (the phrase 'eat the rich' is embroidered on both back pockets in bright rainbow colored letters. it is very noticeable)

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"Oh my God! This is like seriously sooo gorg!" Big doe eyes were wide in wonder and excitement as Dory leaned out the window of the taxi, her softly curled blonde hair whipping in the air behind her. "This is so exciting!!!!" It was easy to tell just how excited and ready she was for this particular chapter in her life. A romantic getaway on an island, pretty cast members that were sure to bring their own drama, she was just ready to enjoy it. Not to mention, she was going to be able to celebrate her birthday on the island! That was just too exciting to pass up. Dory pulled herself back into the taxi once it rolled to a stop and she quickly got out, her wedges sinking slightly in the white sand. She started walking towards the villa, her hands clasped in front of her chest when she heard a rather hesitant voice from behind.

"Uhh Ma'am? Your luggage, please don't forget it." Spinning around, Dory's eyes locked on the matching baby pink suitcases sitting in front of the slightly awkward-looking taxi driver.

"Oh my Goddd you're so right! Thank you!!" As quickly as she could, the girl grabbed her things and sweetly winked at the driver before spinning around and heading back up the stairs. She opened the door and gasped, positively loving the interior of the place. "This house is seriously soooo cute! I'm so sad I don't have my phone! Mama would love this!" Pink cases rolling behind her, Dory walked into the living room and noticed everyone else, causing her to smile brightly.

"Oh wow! Hiya! You guys got here so early! I thought I was like the first one." Flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder, she took note of everyone's response before pointing at the doors, some of which were open and others that were closed. "I'm going to put down my bags and then we can all like get to know each other better! So exciting!" Cheery and sweet, Dory radiated the energy of iconic movie characters in a way that could only be called authentic to her. The way she walked and spoke perfectly encapsulated an archetype that was sure to be loved by the cameras.

Stepping into one of the bedrooms, Dory smiled and hummed, pushing her suitcases into a corner. She briefly checked her appearance in the mirror and fixed any imperfections in her hair before she returned to where everyone else was gathered. "Sooo did I miss anything important? Are we telling life stories or just hanging out?" The woman leaned her body against the counter, a smile on those pink glossed lips and a slight twinkle in her gentle brown eyes. She truly did seem happy to just be there with everyone else. "How were everyone's flights and drives out here? Mine felt like it took foreverrrr. It probably did but I watched so many movies, it was hard to pay attention to where I was in the sky!"

Tags: | Location: The Villa | Outfit: xo (matching baby blue bikini set underneath)

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julianna.

Julianna Burke had all but forgotten about her audition tape that she had sent in for Paradise. After all, there were much more important things that she had been doing lately, and to find out that it would take months to get back to her...yeah, she had completely put it out of her mind. So when she got the notification that she had been accepted and would be joining the show, she immediately sprung into action. She bought an entire new wardrobe, made sure that everyone in her life knew that she was going to be famous once the show came out, and stocked up on all her essentials for the long three months she'd be spending with the other (probably lowlife, degenerate types) contestants. She was determined to come out of Paradise as a star, and nobody was going to get in her way.

That was, until the day finally arrived for her grand departure. Her father ended up having to take a surprise business trip, so she couldn't see her beloved daddy before her economy (!!) flight took off. And don't even get her started on the fact that the Paradise crew couldn't even afford a first class ticket for her. She had never been so humiliated in all of her life. And, paired with the fact that it was raining by the time she reached JFK International, Julianna wasn't exactly the happiest camper in the world. At this point, she was strongly considering bailing on the whole thing. If any legal issues were to occur, she was certain that her dad would cover all expenses. But Julianna wasn't a quitter. She had made it this far, and she wasn't going to turn her back on Paradise now.

Being cramped in close quarters with a crusty old man who coughed without covering his mouth every five minutes and a tired mother who held her baby who wouldn't stop crying throughout the entire flight was utter torture. And, of course, she just had to be smack dab in the middle of the row between them. Someone was going to get a piece of her mind once she landed. She tried to make herself as comfortable as possible with her neck pillow and AirPods blaring the entirety of Reputation on repeat, but it was no use. Everything was horrible. All she wanted to do was run away from all of this. But, of course, she had to live this waking nightmare. It didn't seem like it would ever end, especially with the screeching baby in her ear. But eventually, it was all over, and the taxi swiftly picked her up and sped off towards the villa.

She let a few tears slip out of her eyes as she stared out of the window. It wasn't that she was homesick - if anything, she was frustrated. It was the only time she'd ever show weakness on Paradise - or at least, she thought so. As the taxi rolled to a stop in front of the villa, she dotted her eyes. She took a couple of moments to compose herself before stepping out with her many bags. It was clear that no one would help her with them, either, which led to a scowl on her face and a glare in her eyes as she stormed in, ignoring everyone else in the villa. Julianna made a beeline for the bedrooms without even as much as one word spoken to her fellow villa-dwellers. She didn't want to socialize with anyone right now. All she wanted to do was be in her own company. She slammed the door behind her as she flopped down onto one of the beds, curling up into a ball on the mattress. It definitely wasn't her customized California king Appaloosa Hästens mattress that she had grown so accustomed to over the years. But it worked for a meltdown spot, that was for sure.

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This day, like numerous others, was proving to be a trial and a hardship for Isobel Arietta Clemonte-Vanderbilt. For starters, it was way too hot in this shitty little taxi, a corner of her lipstick was smudging, and her eternal headache of a brother was most definitely not listening to her. All of this, at only two pm. Criminal of the universe to do it to her, really.

"Liam, Li-Li, Li-bear, my darlingest brother in the whole wide world," Izzy began in a saccharine tone, digging her lip pencil out of her purse, "did you know that it takes four muscles to smile, and like thirty seven to frown like an emo street punk wannabe?" She kept her face scarily still as she spoke, lips barely moving, hand rock-steady despite the moving vehicle. "If you really try, I know you're capable of socializing like a halfway civilized human being. I believe in you. Mommy can't have blown thousands of dollars on etiquette training her darling boy for nothing." It was pretty obvious that he still wasn't listening, so she finished her touch-up, capped her lip liner, and turned to jab a sharp elbow into his side. The show's scanty budgeting proved to have one upside at least. No room to dodge. "Remember the powerpoint.” She leveled him with a death glare for good measure, venomous and familiar. “Or at least, for God's sake, try to remember their names."

Izzy’s Look of Death only lasted for as long as it took for the taxi to ease to a stop. The moment her designer wedges hit the sizzling pavement, she was all charm for the cameras, a whirlwind of golden curls and million dollar smiles. Quintessential Cali girl, white bikini against a summer tan, messy beach waves and legs for miles. A lie inside and out that she knew oh-so-well how to play. A wink and an appreciative coo for the taxi driver as they heaved her enormous pair of white suitcases out of the trunk. An affectionate arm slung around Liam’s shoulder as she posed them together for a well-angled arrival shot, the enormous villa perfectly framed in the background.

Throughout the whole affair, she didn’t glance at her brother’s face once, wholly uninterested in seeing the subtle scorn in his expression. She knew very well what he thought of her performative PR. And her personality in general. Flashing him a smile that was somehow faker than her camera-ready grins, she playfully plonked her sunhat on his head, chirping a cheery, “pretty please, be a dear and get my bags? It’s been like, an hour since I last put sunscreen on, and if I don’t get inside right this second I’m gonna burn. Or worse, freckle.”

Not bothering to wait around for a response, Izzy started down the white sand path to the villa. From the increasingly distinct sound of voices as she approached the house, their taxi had been one of the later arrivals. Convenient. Can’t party it up without a crowd, after all.

Sweeping into the room with her hands held high, she graced all the gathered contestants with a dazzling smile, aiming her statement at the room at large. “Hello again, you beautiful people!” The villa’s impressive amenities were scanned, cataloged, and summarily dismissed in a matter of seconds. Her attention lingered longer on the contestants themselves.

“Isla, Dory, you gals are positively stunning. When you look like that, anything looks good on you, huh?” Making her way around the counter, she didn’t give that statement long to process before she lifted her aviators to toss Frankie a wink. “Hey, we match!” Bending to grab a water bottle out of the fridge, a rainbow-bright flash of color caught her eye, and Izzy bit down what would have certainly been a rather vicious laugh. Her tone, when she spoke a moment later, was impeccably sweet. “Imogen, darling, simply love the shorts.”

But she was, at her core, a petty bitch. And some people were just too fun to rile. So she made her way over to the sound system, waving a careless hand at the rest of the room. “None of you mind if I put some music on, do you?”

A few moments of fiddling later, a dramatic pop-rock tune was blasting out of the speakers. Izzy threw herself onto a couch cushion, the slinky mesh of her black cover-up slipping artfully off one shoulder. Hazel-green eyes zeroed in on Imogen, the corners tilted in sharp amusement as they searched the other for a hint of recognition. She crossed her legs in a languid, deliberate gesture.

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[social]

The gentle scent of the salty ocean danced through the open window as the leaves of the palm trees fluttered in the wind, the entire island feeling rather alive. Sitting in the backseat of the taxi was a very comfortable and relaxed Ji-su. Back sunglasses were perched on his nose as he looked out the window, admiring everything he was seeing. Frankly, he was having the time of his life. Crashing ocean waves in the background, white sand covering the ground, and vibrant fruits in the trees, it was truly paradise. As he was a frequent flyer of countries like this, it wasn't all that surprising. The sweat that clung to his skin and linen shirt felt familiar and his fingers couldn't help but itch for the weight of a surfboard at some point.

The brightly colored taxi pulled to a stop and so Ji-su stepped out, stretching his arms above his head with a slight yawn. There had been a lot of traveling but honestly, the view alone was worth it. Sharp canines flashed in his cheeky grin as he noticed the cameras before grabbing his backpack and duffle bag. Slinging them across his broad shoulders, the man walked in the white sand and up the wooden steps, the sound of voices and far too loud music already seeping past the closed front door. Grasping the doorknob, he turned it and opened the door to the Villa, a soft whistle leaving his lips as he walked inside. The tension seemed to already be heavy, similar to when the cast first met up.

"Hello everyone." A gentle greeting that could easily be washed out by the music, which ultimately prompted the tall man to make his way over to the stereo system and immediately turn the music down so that it was only light background noise. "Much better." Dropping his duffle bag at his feet, he pushed his glasses up onto the top of his head and looked around at everyone who had gathered. There were some missing, but he assumed they were in bedrooms as he watched the oldest cast member leave one to return to the kitchen.

"I see everyone's made themselves at home. How were the flights?" A lazy smile played on his lips as he leaned against the wall, clearly entertained by the fact everyone already seemed ready to be at each other's throats.

"My flight was a-ma-zing!" The sweet and distinct voice of Dory broke through the quiet air as she excitedly looked at Ji-su, clearly pleased that someone else had arrived at the villa. He smiled and nodded his head, almost in agreement.

"That's great! I'm jealous, mine left me with a bit of a sore neck but can't complain otherwise." His gaze briefly flickered to Izzy who was lying on the couch, clearly looking very pleased with herself over something Ji-su missed. "Since we didn't get much time to socialize last time, I was wondering if anyone surfs. Obviously, not today since jet lag will be killer, but I'd like it if I could at least pair up with someone for some time on the waves."

Ji-su carefully traced over the faces and reactions of everyone present, almost as if silently cataloging them, assigning them to secret roles within the inner parts of his mind. He wasn't looking for trouble in paradise, but he did want to be mindful of those who would make his vacation less than desirable.

Tags: literally everyone at the villa | Location: The Villa | Outfit: xo

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frankie.

Before he knew it, he was quickly outnumbered by the new arrivals, which was incredibly overwhelming. He could barely keep track of the conversations taking place - and had someone turned on music? Frankie was frozen in place as he glanced around the room, unable to speak. What a first (or technically, second) impression this was. Finally, after a few moments of complete silence from him, he quietly excused himself, throwing open one of the doors and heading out to the back patio. It was much quieter out here, with the sound of the waves crashing against the store steady as a heartbeat. It calmed him down some, just him and the sea. Frankie leaned against the railing, just staring out into the scenic view before him.

It reminded him of an old childhood memory. The noise of the villa faded into the past as he thought back to a happier day. When his father married his stepmother, they took him with them on their honeymoon to Tahiti. It was the first time he had ever seen the ocean, and it certainly wouldn't be his last. It was where he fell in love with the hauntingly beautiful deep blue sea. It would be a life-long love affair from that point on. Frankie was at peace here, and that was all that mattered.

But he knew that he couldn't just be alone in a crowd full of people. He had to man up and socialize with the rest of the cast - because even though he knew that this wasn't a competition show, he could still be subject to a surprise elimination at any point in time...right? Frankie wanted to stay on for as long as possible. So he made his way back inside, hopping up on the kitchen counter. "I'm going to be honest with all of you and just come out and say it - you're all very intimidating. I'm sure we'll all get along, but I'm socially awkward when it comes to these kinds of things, so..." Frankie couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck, hoping he wouldn't upset anyone with what he had just said. The last thing that he wanted to do was to make an enemy here.

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devon song.

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Devon let out a sigh of relief the moment he stepped off his plane. It wasn't that he was scared of flying, he was just glad to finally be away from home for the first time in his life. Sure, this was only going to be just a summer, but having not gone away to college, he hadn't spent more than a week away from home. Hopefully, this would give him the capability to get out on his own to start his own life outside of his dead-end job.

He was all smiles and was genuinely relaxed as he stepped out of the taxi that pulled up at the villa. He knew cameras were capturing his every move, but it was nothing of concern to him. Why would it be? He had no other agenda outside of being paid to take a long vacation. Why would he care about what everyone, both the viewers and the audience, thinks of him?

The short answer was he did not care at all. Truly, he was here for a good time.

Carrying his bags into the villa, he looked around taking the sights in. He kicked off his shoes, not bothering to make sure they were neatly lined up, and wandered into the living room with his bags in hand. He's gone on some nice vacations with his family, but nothing of this caliber. Truly, nothing can ruin this for him.

"Oh hey, guys. What's going on?"

Clearly, things were settling into place with music playing and the one girl (Emma Jean? Emily? Im-something) was eating some chips. He was all too happy to fall into pace with the rest of them. He dropped his bags and flopped down on one of the couches, leaving the exploring and unpacking for later.

 

[junegloom]

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isla cameron.

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It didn't take long for the others to start arriving. Thank god. It felt so awkward being completely alone, knowing she was being filmed. She greeted each as they entered.

As conversations got going, the thought of cameras faded to the back of her mind and Isla eased into comfort.

"Not bad, Rowan. What about yourself?"

He, along with the other new arrival, Imogen, seemed to take the initiative to claim a room, so Isla followed suit. Not particularly caring which room she took, she passed a few doors and claimed the one next to Imogen's. They were all the same, for the most part, so it didn't matter to her. Once that was done, she returned to the living room, to see that Dory had arrived. However, there was not much space for more than a simple hello before the other girl went off to claim her own room.

Isla had just settled into a seat, sitting cross-legged when Izzy arrived and greeted the group.

“Isla, Dory, you gals are positively stunning. When you look like that, anything looks good on you, huh?”

Isla narrowed her eyes for just a moment as she processed the supposed compliment. It felt quite backhanded like it was an insult to what she was wearing. What was wrong with a black top and denim shorts? They were too basic not to look good on anyone. Surely it was just her misunderstanding. It'd be quite bold of Izzy to be rude to people right off the bat. So, Isla decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and just smiled in thanks.

Luckily, it wasn't long before her attention was focused elsewhere. Ji-su saved her from overthinking (and the blaring music) when he brought up surfing. A grin pulled at Isla's lips as her eyes lit up.

"I'd totally be down to surf with you— and anyone else that wants to. D'ya mind getting up early? Some of the best surf is around sunrise. I mean, there's still good surf during the rest of the day, if you wanna sleep in."

Isla had to stop herself from going too deep into it too quickly. He probably knew all that, of course. She was just glad she wasn't the only one at the villa that surfed. While she was comfortable surfing alone, she always enjoyed having others around.

"Anyway, if anybody wants to learn, I'd be happy to teach too."

She was no professional teacher, but she's filled in giving lessons at her family's hotel when a teacher has been sick or away. While she wasn't the most skilled teacher, everyone she taught seemed to do all right. At least, there were no complaints about her, so she counted it as a win. She doubted anyone would be particularly skilled by the end of the summer if they had no experience surfing before, but she'd bet they'd at least get to a point where they could probably catch a few waves.

Naturally a social girl, Isla sometimes forgot that new people were not always easy for everyone. Frankie came in with the reminder that she needed. She gave him a reassuring smile and waved away his concern.

"Ah no, don't be intimidated. While I can't speak for the others, I can say I don't bite."

 

[cowboy_without_a_boy]

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liam vanderbilt-clemonte

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This whole thing was so incredibly stupid. A screenshot of an apology note written at 12:03am and posted to an official company Instagram story would be both more genuine, less tone-deaf, and less time-wasting than a vocational trip to a beachside reality tv show.

Considering that both of them had been forced into the same ridiculous situation, Isobel had not been nearly as sympathetic as Liam felt that she should have been when he’d raised those points—“You were born to be a fucking waste of time, Liam. Own it. Accept yourself. Make some money out of it”—maybe because he’d spent the majority of their last night of freedom scrolling cat videos on TikTok instead of paying attention to ‘Izzy Vanderbilt-Clemonte’s Crash Course to the Other Paradise Contestants for my STUPID DUMB IDIOT Brother’ PowerPoint slideshow.

Isobel had never been much of a cat person.

Liam mirrored his sister’s death glare with a deadpan one of his own as their taxi slowed to a stop, the smooth gravel of the road beneath the wheels a herald of the loss of his freedom. He offered her no reply as he shoved his door open, regretting the missed opportunity of knocking her hand while she was reapplying her lipstick instead. Truthfully, he’d been too busy contemplating the pros and cons that he’d ultimately missed out on the act itself.

Pro: She could pull off the clown look with ease in front of the cameras; she was a natural. Con: He hadn’t been sure his eardrums would’ve survived the pterodactyl scream Izzy would have released had he dared. Or the taxi driver's eardrums, for that matter. Could he be considered an accessory to manslaughter if his twin sister's screech of rage was the cause of disaster?

Paradise’s cameras saw their first glance of the twins as his sister elegantly pulled him into what was sure to be the first of many confidently poised shots. Isobel, the eternally stunning beach babe, in her bikini and mesh cover-up. Liam, less of a stunning beach babe than his twin sister but still somewhat in the competition, with his casual pale yellow striped button-up shirts and simple black pants. What those watchful cameras didn’t quite pick up on was the way that the tanned arm around Liam’s shoulder curled tightly, like a python eager to asphyxiate its prey. Didn’t quite see how Isobel’s nails pinched like fangs into his shoulder, a subtle warning for him to behave. For him to play nice (ironic, considering she'd been the one who'd jabbed her really sharp elbow into him, just minutes prior)

If smiling required only a few muscles, and his ‘emo-street-punk-wannabe’ expression far many more, Liam was of the mind that wearing the latter expression was simply doing his part to prevent his own inevitable entropy. Nevertheless, he forced the bare minimum effort to rise up to the surface, coercing a smile on to his lips. Liam reached up, pulling down his sunglasses, if only to hide the way that the smile melded on to his face didn’t quite reach his eyes.

His sister’s ridiculously floppy sun hat plopped over his head. He whipped it off instinctively, ready to toss it back at her, but she was already casually disappearing, bold words tossed over her shoulder alongside a million-dollar smile that held absolutely no worth at all.

“Of course, Princess,” he tossed back amiably enough, swallowing the other choice words that could’ve come out instead. He pulled a face at the nearest camera, a what-can-you-do expression, and picked up his own luggage. Unlike his sister, he hadn’t made an effort to squeeze a whole house into his bags, and not just because past him had vaguely anticipated this exact same scenario (seriously, had Isobel ever carried her own bags anywhere in her life?)

His guitar case slung over one shoulder and a moderately heavy duffle bag over the other. Liam heaved his spoiled brat of a sister’s suitcases behind him—and if they just so happened to hit a few rocks on his way down the path, then so be it. Isobel was hinging on a few things to guarantee the safety of her precious luggage. The fact that the walk to the beach was longer than the walk to the Villa was the most effective safety net against her clothes conspicuously getting lost at sea, but the second biggest repel was the watchful cameras, and she was well aware of it. Still, Liam couldn’t let her get off the hook too easy. He bypassed the front door, dragging her heavy suitcases behind him as he veered around the villa instead to go to the back.

He reached it just in time to watch the glass doors slide shut again, briefly missing an interaction with one of the other contestants. A reminder that he couldn’t just stay out here. He could dawdle all he wanted, but he knew that he had to go in there eventually. He could hear the buzz of voices from inside, shadowed by the insistent blast of some pop music.

Quietly, he resigned himself. He'd figure out some way to explain his odd decision for arrival later. The small pettiness was all that mattered right now, and the one person that would irritably understand it didn't need any sort of explanation. He left Isobel’s suitcases there, on the impressive mahogany patio, in the cool shadows of some of the artfully overgrown foliage. Her floppy hat rested on top of one of the handles. She could wear it when she went to collect her luggage (it’d help protect her against the possibility of getting freckles!)

When Liam’s entrance came, it wasn’t with the dramatic flair and theatrics of his sister. He simply stepped silently through the door and not much further beyond that, offering no greetings as his gaze swept along, cataloguing the chaos of the inside from behind the grey tint of his sunglasses. The small-talk acts of everyone getting to know each other, all over the top of each other. It all confirmed one thing he already knew. This was going to be a long few weeks.

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