<strong>NAME:</strong>Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>T-shirt and jeans.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9th<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Whatever the hell time the party is.  Sometime at night.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Moving through the house, ending with him out back by the pool<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Meh.<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br/>A simple flip of the coin had made that fateful decision for Jonas.<br/><br/>And one look at the run down shack made him want to try and flip a coin again.<br/><br/>Jonas had heard of the abandoned house before.  It was the kind of urban legend that ran rampant during youthful summer days between kids in the neighborhood.  Tales were a dime a dozen about what lurked in the old house.  Ghosts.  Hobos.  Hobo Ghosts.  Whatever it was the kids were afraid of those days.<br/><br/>But in his life, Jonas had never had a reason to go to the old, rundown, forgotten house.  As a rule he stayed away from the house, and not because he always would have rather stayed inside on his computer than play around with a bunch of weirdos his own age.  It seemed scary, like the kind of place hobo ghosts frequented to get high and haunt people and shit.<br/><br/>Yet, there he was, on that warm summer morning, going into a house that was filled with weirdos of a different sort.<br/><br/>His nose crinkled at the nauseating scent of cigarettes, weed, sweat, and an abundance of Axe Bodyspray.  While he walked up to the house, entering the dilapidated building, he couldn't help but to try and think of a way of possibly sneaking back into his own house, rather than some abandoned hobo home.  If he had it his way, that was where he would have been, doing whatever his heart pleased.<br/><br/>Instead, dear ole Mum and Dad kicked him out of the house that evening.  He should get out, they said.  He should enjoy life, have a bit of fun, they urged.  He should go out and enjoy the night, they had said.  Go have some fun, they said, go get laid, they teased.<br/><br/>Jonas wondered if they had also meant go get a tetanus shot, he thought, looking around at the place that just screamed MOLD and TETANUS and FIRE HAZARD.<br/><br/>But he didn't let his sunny disposition that evening get in his way.  Jonas moved through the house, nodding here and there to the very few people he talked to and recognized on a somewhat daily basis, before emerging out into the back yard, and the band that was playing.  Not bad, he thought, as he wandered around the scene, wondering how much time he had to stay before he could go home to the Batcave.