#villa.start

[basherhq]

o k a y , this wasn’t half bad.            this villa , this bar , this view - all things basher kang could get used to . the very same pool he hadn’t yet used , but promised himself as a reward for making it through his first day , was a sight to behold  . . . when he looked at himself in the reflection of the water . the bar , he had decided , made some of the best vodka cranberries he had ever tasted , and he was normally a complete snob when he was drinking . he hadn’t met . . . well , anyone yet, and the plane ride was lonely , so maybe it would be best for him to keep his head up and his eyes open . making friends was not the problem here. so here he was , clad in shorts that hardly met his knee , a shirt that buttoned to the middle of his chest , and a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose . even if it wasn’t appropriate attire , he was bar-ready .  it wasn’t until he had gotten through his second gin and tonic before he pushed his sunglasses up his nose and looked over.“ are you going to stare at me all day ? ”

[cevnna]

ceanna had gotten word that the house might be a bit on edge after yesterday’s recoupling. it seems everyone was switched around, and nobody liked it. maybe this would fall in her favor, seeing as some might not care to linger around their current couple and could be seeking around for someone else. she’s done her homework with watching the episodes that she could, looking out for who could be easily persuaded, and who was too sweet to turn. seeing as it was her first day in the house, she decided to doll herself up in her favorite yellow bikini and stunning high heels to match. making her way toward the pool to lounge about, she pulls her sunglasses down to eye the first person she sees and gives them an inviting smile, “good morning. care to join me by the pool for a quick speed date? i promise i won’t take up too much of your time, unless you’d like me to.” // @villastarters​

[saintshen]

“So --- what rules apply here for alcohol consumption? Surely not American ones. Twenty-one is absolutely ridiculous.” Saint is going to be quite put out if he has to spend the next however long not drinking; in fact, he’ll throw a tantrum about it, which he’s rather good at thanks very much. The legal drinking age in his home country of Germany is sixteen, and that’s what he’s used to even more so than the English one of eighteen. Leaning back where he’s lounging beside the pool, he lifts his face to the sun and allows his eyes to slip shut. “And I would be forced to let everyone know just how ridiculous I think it is, of course.”

[lownctes]

                    𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐧'𝐬  𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐡𝐚𝐬  𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧   a  sharp  incline  since  returning  to  the  villa  ,  for  a  number  of  reasons  ,  so  it’s  no  surprise  that  he’s  buzzed  so  early  in  the  morning  as  he  lounges  by  the  pool  .  he  hums  around  the  chilled  rim  of  glass  that  tattooed  fingers  hold  to  glossed  lips  as  he  hears  the  soft  pit - pat  of  footsteps  nearing  him  .  ❝  the  sunrise  is  pretty  ,  ❞  is  his  greeting  to  the  other  ,  doe  eyes  crossing  as  he  takes  another  sip  of  his  drink  ,  peering  into  the  glass  per  pure  habit  .  ❝  looks  like  cotton  candy  ,  but  like  . . .  with  flecks  of  red  .  ❞  words  only  slightly  slurred  ,  accent  heavier  than  normal  ,  lisp  a  bit  more  prominent  .  he  gestures  toward  the  horizon  with  a  slight  lift  of  his  glass  .  ❝  a  pity  that  the  most  beautiful  things  are  so  ephemeral  .  ❞  nose  scrunches  up  ,  he  looks  to  his  newfound  companion  finally  .  ❝  are  you  always  up  this  early  ?  ❞  (  @villastarters​  )

[indigcblue]

* / @villastarters​ !

they should have watched the show season one or, at the very least, read the fine print of the casting contract laid crisply in front of them. they should have done their research instead of viewing the entire ordeal as a dramatic and torturous effort to get their music heard. in short, they should have known they’d be sharing a fucking room. suitcase (meager and small, not unlike their own physical stature) stays set outside the doorway as they peer in at the boarding school barrack style queen beds lined against the wall. shock, horror, floods their voice and they scratch their head in confusion. “there’s just no way,” indie mumbles, more to themself than to the footsteps they vaguely hear approaching. “there’s no way this number of young adults all agreed to this hell.” worse than sharing a room is sharing a bed and the thought makes them outwardly shudder. yet they have no doubt that’s what’s in store. maybe they should try to get voted off -- clearly, this was a mistake.

[angelsaliya]

“ okay just hold that still...” angel asked, reaching into their pocket to pull out their trusty lighter. they had handed over a precariously put together torch consisting of a broom handle with a t-shirt doused in vegetable oil wrapped around it. the blackout had given them the opportunity to have a mini-macguevyer moment and they had jumped on it. they placed their hand over their companion’s hand to keep it steady before lighting up the torch, finally providing a little light as it burst into flames between them.

@villastarters​

[sybariitessss]

crunch. the sound of vincenzo biting into the crisp apple practically echoed through the halls of the villa. it was rare for the house to be silent, what with the thirty odd souls living there. but who was he to question such a rare opportunity? allowing a smile to spread across his face he jumped over the back of a couch, quickly settling into a relaxed position, his feet propped up in front of him as he took another bite of the apple. the joy didn’t last long, however, without a cell phone or a television, vincenzo quickly found himself growing bored. a loud sigh escaping his lips as he tossed the apple in the air, “this sucks,” he announced, rather loudly as he caught it and took another bite. 

[seabreezc]

between the loss of lighting, the impending recoupling and the storm raging on outdoors, dakota figures even the most robust of his housemates are probably worried about at least one of the three. “you know, my dad always told me when i was little, and i was scared during a thunderstorm that the angels got fed up of the layout and are just rearranging the furniture in heaven,” dakota smiles as he approaches someone in the communal bedroom, hoping that at the very least that the silly anecdote provides a bit of comfort to the other. his hair is slightly damp, the result of a quick, mad, dash outside to get some much needed libations.  “i also, um, couldn’t resist the poeticism and made some dark ‘n’ stormys... fancy one?” he asks with a quirked brow, offering out a small drinks tray to the other contestant.  // @villastarters​