𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘¹ » 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

𝒊𝒗. 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍

chapter four
motel hell

     YOU WOULD THINK in a place like the outer banks, having a chronic hurricane issue would help prepare the locals for future hurricanes by teaching them to prioritize and not harass the coast guard with trivial issues.

     the five walked up to the tent where wrecks were reported to the coast guard. stella looked around and heard two people arguing about a dog with diabetes and how they should be contacting the humane society instead.

     john b, jj and stella walked up to the front desk. "excuse me, excuse me!" john b shouted in an attempt to grab the man's attention. "hey man, we found a boat." jj said as he tried too. "sir, we'd like to report a wreck, we found a boat." stella tried as she played with the pens on the desk.

     "you're gonna wanna hear this—" john b got the man's attention, but not the kind they wanted. "hey! calm down." the man said as he held a hand in front of the boys face.

     seeing they were being ignored, john b motioned for the other two to follow him out. jj looked around to make sure no one was looking before snatching the pen from stella's hands and stealing it. "you're such a klepto, jj." she said as she walked outside. "and you are my accomplice." he joked as he waved the pen in her face. the two laughed as they made their way back to rejoin the group.

     "well, that went well." john b said. "so, what's the plan?" pope asked the three. john b twirled around the key. "i think i know how we're gonna find the guy who owns the boat." he smirked. pope disagreed. "we don't know whose room that is, it could belong to anyone."

     "that's the fun part, pope." stella said before walking over to the dock. "i'm in." jj said, following stella. "come on, i'll be the lookout." kie said waking after the two. "finders fee just saying." john b said, trying to convince pope. "and hey, at least you'll only be an accomplice." pope reluctantly followed. "come on bubba." john b said before finally leaving.

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     the five arrived at the motel full of uncertainty as they saw the state of the place. it was the most run down building they had seen so far on their mission. as they got closer, it seems everyone had something to say about the building.

      "home sweet home."

      "and i thought the château looked bad."

      "this place is a shitshow."

      "motel or meth lab?"

      "you be the judge."

      "this doesn't look like the type of place someone with a grady white would stay." john b stated. "no, it looks like the type of place someone with a grady white would get killed." pope added. "either way, this place looks like shit." stella followed.