The Motel

[rigthegames]

The van grinds to a halt in the motel’s car park, and Sands is out of it almost before it’s stopped moving, staggering as his feet hit the ground. The sandy, dusty, still considerably deserty ground.

His scowl deepens and, rubbing at his sore wrists, he heads towards the motel. Whether anyone follows him or not is of no concern.

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[oldromansaint]

Not waiting for another moment's notice, the travellers exited the vehicle, dragging their baggage with them, exhausted.

They moved into the motel as a raggard whole, individually purchasing rooms and dispersing into them.

Ramon and Random into theirs, Sands and Mal into theirs, and finally Santino into his.

Tonight was a night of much needed rest.