<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/8b/89/448b894ea5c9f7aabd1b839fc1e7819b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13850034#msg13850034)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Traveler's suit (http://CLOTHING URL)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>The entry costs were a little expensive for him since money had been tight.  He almost didn't show up.  He would rather hangout with his friends rather than this formal getup.  Oh well.  High school was a mixed bag for him.  He loved hanging out with friends, goofing off, and the 'Jon' factor.  He worried that everybody else would have left him behind in terms of success.  He was finally getting his foot out the door into adulthood.  As much as he reveled in being a man-child, living with his mother until last year rankled.<br/><br/>As he walked into the ball, he grinned when he saw the banquet table.  He might as well get his money's worth.  He marched over to the table like a man on a mission and started piling his place with food.<br/><br/>"Yo Evion!" He called, a little too loudly, as one of the few people he recognized on sight, "How's it goin?!"<br/><br/>It also didn't help that he was horrible with names and faces.  The name tags were going to be a saving grace for him.