*He's drove a thousand miles it seams, the old, two-door rust-red Mustang is parked and he steps out, his backpack in one hand a very old looking, green dufflebag in the other.

He walks over to the counter and sets his bags on the floor, waiting patiently until the fat man looks at him.

Dressed in a rediculously short orange skirt, black strappy top and shiny plastic harlot-boots. A black and white tartan print scarf is wrapped around his neck, and there's too much make-up on his face.*

Fat man is long dead. Much has happened here under the viel of night so the place is under new management.

The sign on the desk says: Benny Common, jr.. The Jr having peen added with sharpie. Behind the desk sits a pencil thin man in his late 20's with terrible acne scars on his face and neck and a crooked nose.

His eyes nearly bulge out of his head when Daisy wanders in. He looks like on of the little drug addled tarts his father used to keep here for guests who asked for the "pool".

'Welcome to the Commons Motel, what can i do for ya toots?'

His nasely voice makes him sound like a 13 year old with a cold.

*Daisy looks at the Jr. and cringes...crap what a fugly looking boy! He cannot help but stare at the pimple marks and that horrible Gonzo-nose. But he slips on a pretty mask and smiles sweetly.* Hi, I would like a place to stay...just for a few days or so, a week at most, if you've got any vacancy. *He hopes it really is just a few days, he hopes he can find a nice little apartment to rent...somewhere where there's no pimply jerkoff looking at him like he wants to jump his bones then break them.*  

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Benny Jr snickers like hes about to sneeze all over the desk.

'We will make you feel right at home. Ive got just he room for you.' He grins through horribly yellowed teeth. Like he has a phobia of toothbrushes...

He places a key on a faded plastic tag with the number 4 on it on the desk and a list of rates. The rooms are cheap, horrifyingly so. $10 an hour, $35 a night, and the week long special of $150.

His eyes crawl over Daisy again as he pushes the form over. 'will that be cash of credit?' He asks.

*Daisy swipes the key and steps back from the chuckling gross-y. He nods and smiles tightly* Uhh...thanks *first thing he's gonna do is check the room for hidden cameras...this guy looks the type!*

Cash *he digs into his backpack and takes out 70$.* I'll give you another 70 bucks tomorrow for the next two days, that ok?

'That works for me.' He leers. The rail thin Jr leans back and crosses his hairy arms over his bony chest.

'If you need any company now darlin you know where to find me.'

He ends with a wink.

*He almost vomits at the thought of that, ew!* Uh, thanks... *he slings his backpack over a shoulder then gently takes his dufflebag and heads off to room number four wondering if he should have made a stop at the Quick-Y mart first for some bug spray.*

Room Four. The door is flimsy, but has both a lock and one of those little brass chains that will stop a home invading toddler if your lucky.

The room is small, with a double bed, thin blankets and dusty pillows. There is a nightstand and a lamp with a paper shade. Hanging over the bed is one of those cheap art deco paintings you see at wallmart. Mass produced sunsets and beach scenes that fail to provoke any emotion whatsoever.

A small TV sits on a particleboard dresser that doesnt match anything in the room. A small listing of channels as well as the adult video pay-per-view selection sits where the bible aught to be.

Apparently the giddeons havent made their way here yet.

The walls are a yellowish white and the room smells faintly of smoke and bleach. The carpet is grey with a few dark stains. Little flecks of cleaning powder stick to the pile.

There is a counter along one wall with an empty mini fridge and a stainless steel sink. There are no appliances and almost no cupboard space.

The bathroom is suprisingly clean. With a simple toilet, sink and shower stall. Brightly colored fish stare from the shower curtain, the only bit of color in the entire room.

A single dead roach lays belly up on the bathroom floor.  

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*He opens the door easily then shuts and bolts it behind him, not for the reason that Jr. may try to get in to molest him, but that Jr. may touch the only precious thing he has...his laptop. That might make Daisy mad...and Daisy doesn't wanna get mad.

He sets the dufflebag carefully on the bed along with the backpack and goes to insepct the room.

His eyes fall on the painting, a frown and a sad sigh....artificial sunsets...yuck.

He turns and looks at the TV and flicks it on, some comercial promises whiter teeth in an instant...maybe Jr. should see it.

Daisy walks to the kitchen and peeks into the sink. He turns the fauscet on and leaves it running till he's sure the water is trasparent and not rust.

The door of the fridge is opened,then the little knob inside is turned up a notch making it colder. He leavs it open while he scurries back to his dufflebag and takes out a small plastic bag filled with Red Bull, cherry coke and some pieces of fruit. He'll have to go shopping tomorrow...

Into the bathroom he walks and actually smiles at the only bit of colour here...the funny, bright fish. Eyes flicker around, then down to the roach* Nice touch...*he reaches down and picks it up with bare fingers then sets it in the empty soap dish, maybe he'll give it to Jr. next time he calls him toots. The thought makes him chuckle.

Daisy walks out of the bathroom and sits on the bed, coughing as dust mites swarm around him.* Fuck me! *he growles then takes the pillow, rises, and whacks it against the wall till it's..well...got less dust. He reaches into his duffle bag and takes out a pale blue pillowcase and tucks gross pillow inside.

A few more items are taken out; an Ipod, a cell phone and charger, a stick of deo, a notepad and make up bag. They're all set on the tiny space next to the tv...except for the Ipod and cell. He fiddles with the Ipod till he's got it playing. Loud, angry rock expells from it.

The cell is placed on the floor, pluges into the nearest socket. He finally opens the backpack and slips out a very, very expensive laptop, top of the line...Bill Gates would be drooling with all the junk it's got on it. The cell's plugged in, the laptop brought to life.

Artificial colour blooms into the room, technicoloued blues and greens and reds spark on his face vividly, eeirily, like some Dario Argento film...but is Daisy the victim or does he get out alive from this one?

Sitting cross-legged on the bed he stares at the flashing screan, his fingers hovering over the keys, but he does not touch a single one. For a good ten minutes he sits there..staring till a single tear pools in the corner of his eye.* Gahhh! *he cries out and blinks it away, hard.

Laptop shut angrily. Daisy grabs the pillow and begins hitting the wall for all his worth, the cheep filling begins to clump and bits fall out from the broken seam. His eyes are squeezed tight, he knows what will happen if he opens them....he knows, so lets his anger flee this way, escaping the dirty material as it tries in desperation to escape his soul.*  

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