<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://www.lesdeuxhommes.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/dattola_06-500x270.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Name:  Jona Reeves<br/>American <br/>Age: 25<br/>length; 6â€™1 <br/><br/>Guitarist<br/><br/>Personality: Athletic, Active, Observing, , Musical, Sarcastic, Careful, Antisocial (Usually), (Deep down) Friendly, Kind and Caring. <br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------</div><br/><br/><br/>Jona was playing his guitar and writing down some chords, notes and words. Music was his passion and his life. Without it heâ€™d be homeless about now. He actually made a fair amount of money with it. He held the guitar pick between his lips and tapped with his finger on the string as he thought for a moment. But those thoughts were soon interrupted by a loud banging which made him jump up in surprise. Jona jerked his face towards the door wondering whoâ€™s even stupid enough to go out with this weather. The snowing had been worse and worse now that Christmas was approaching. Christmasâ€¦ Damn, he hated that holiday. He never could understand what was so great about it. Itâ€™s just a big fat man, who looks like a pedophiles to Jona, with a sled and a moose that brings you a present. No, he wasnâ€™t very fond of Christmas. He didnâ€™t mind the snow, though. As it was a good excuse to stay inside.<br/><br/>He was kicked out of his thoughts when he heard a voice. â€œDamn it..â€ Jona muttered as his brown eyes were still upon the door. He didnâ€™t really have a chance, did he? Leaving somewhere out there in the cold to die wasnâ€™t something heâ€™d like to do every day. As he ran his fingers through his dark brown and messy hair he laid his guitar on his couch. It was a black Ibanez which was the first guitar he had ever bought. He also had a bunch of acoustic, semi- acoustic and electric Gibsons in another room. But he had always preferred his Ibanez even though it was damaged and was at the point of falling apart. Slowly Jona made his way to the door. His house wasnâ€™t that large so, sadly enough, he was there in no time. He opened the door and a cold breeze entered his house. The coldness chilled his body as if his red sweater did nothing to protect him from it.<br/><br/><br/>Jona looked into the eyes of a, slightly taller, man. His black hair was covered by white flakes of snow just like his clothing. Was he trying to kill himself or something, he wondered as he looked at the clothing he was wearing. Soon his eyes fell upon the little kid that was getting shielded from the cold and icy wind. Jona just stuttered some words and blinked surprised. His eyes quickly looked around the surroundings of his house, which were mostly just trees and , in the distance, another wooden cottage like his. His brown eyes then fell upon the duo in front of his door and he just stepped out of the way without really thinking about it, to let them in.  He was slightly stunned and wasnâ€™t quite sure if he was annoyed by the appearance of the two.