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After taking a day to rest and get back on their feet, the group had finally arrived in Charleston. Esme had to admit the whole placed looked sketchy. Like you could disappear there and never be found again.
"They're a bunch of fancy people. They've had three governors in the family. They've run Charleston for like, 300 years." Kie informed as Pope pulled up in front of the house.
"These kooks make our kooks look like pouges." Jj added staring at the house.
"I feel I can get hate crimed here." Everyone shot Esme a weird look which she returned with a shrug.
"You sure this is the place Pope?" Jj questioned.
"Pretty sure." Pope replied. Everyone got out of the car and Esme swung her case which had her bow and arrow over her shoulders just in case something went down. Pope had a tight grip on her hand as they walked up to the gate.
"Are these spikes to keep people out?" Jj questioned.
"No." Kie replied, a sad look on her face. Esme frowned, knowing exactly what these spikes were for.
"The slave quarters were over there. These spikes were to keep people in." Esme squeezed Popes hand, letting him know she was here and wasn't leaving him.
"I swear to god if they try any racist bullshit I'm shooting them." Esme stated seriously.
"Come on Meralda, you can't do that. Especially not here." Pope argued.
"We'll see about that."
Pope knocked on the door and Esme was about to take out her bow and arrow when the door suddenly opened causing Esme to step back.
"You must be Pope." The man said pointing a finger at him.
"Um....are you Mr.Limbrey?"
"Ms.Limbrey was expecting you yesterday."
"Oh. I'm.....I'm sorry. My car broke down on the way up here." Pope apologized and Esme glared at the man. There was something about him that was throwing her off and she didn't know what.
"Carburetor blew up in the middle of Nowheresville." Jj stated backing up Pope.
"Yeah, so we had to rain check.....whatever the hell this is." Esme added waving her hands around.
"Yeah she was uh, real upset when you didn't show up." Mr.Limbrey mentioned.
"We tried to call, but there's no number on the invitation. We got here as fast as we could."
"She also expected you to come alone." Esme let out a dry laugh and took a step forward.
"Let me get this straight. You send some weird ass invitation, bring us out hours away from home, live on a goddamn former slave plantation pretty much, and you expected Pope to not bring backup?" Esme exclaimed.
