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10/23/09(Fri)17:50 No.6403141I worked for a while at this fucking seedy Super 8 Motel near Denver. Night shift, so I saw a lot of interesting folk. Guys with bloodstained shirts, guys on meth, guys with shotguns... Some were PC-worthy, some were not. But this was a group of these four gentlemen/women that stepped right out of goddman d20.
So it was about 2 in the morning and they walk in. Three guys and a girl. This stocky, somewhat overweight guy makes for the counter and says he wants 1 room, give the name 'Langford'. Dressed in a canvas jacket with generous patching, gray knit cap, jeans, combat boots. Nothing too noteworthy, save for the fact that he obviously had a pistol tucked into the front of his jeans and had this fucking horrible cut on the side of his face. All bandaged up. This dude signs and everything and they all go up to their room. The girl is short, somewhat attractive and maybe asian. Wearing combat fatigues and a p-coat. Very close-cut hair, looked like she'd been shaved bald recently. The other dude is black, trying to grow dreadlocks, and short. Nothing remarkable about his dress, but he was carrying a fucking katana (or some longish asian sword) rolled up in some garbage bags. Just one guy stays in the lobby, by the door. He's taller than the rest, white, and kinda gaunt. He's carrying all the bags for the group, which is impressive because there are about 5 of them, all black duffels and heavy-looking. He just stares out the window before turning and walking past me to get to the others. He has a pair of night vision goggles hanging from his neck, and underneath this denim jacket he has a shirt with what looks like a could slashes in it, like some guy went at him with a knife. Langford or whatever the fuck his name was left the next morning, came back that afternoon looking rather pissed (or so I'm told, I wasn't working), and the group left that night. The black swordsman guy gave me a tip of $200 dollars, all in crisp 20's. Christ. |