Post by Krepta on Jul 24, 2012 18:39:04 GMT -5
The quaint New York diner off of fourth street had been feeding the massive, hungry reptile for an hour now. This morning she had waltzed in, all fire and shining crimson scales and demanded breakfast. One of the waitresses had tried to call the police, but a quick snap of those slathering jaws had quickly put an end to the other half of the telephone, and thusly that plan. She had wedged herself into a booth tail-first, glowered at them all with those green, hellfire eyes, and it had been sausages and pancakes ever since.
Krepta was done playing the good guy today. She was hungry, sore, and damn it, the city she had grown up in was going to feed her, because they hadn't given a damn about her prior to all the roaring and snapping! Well, that was all about to change-- maybe not permanently, but this morning they were going to pay their debt to her in eggs and bacon!
The enormous red reptile ( though, small for a dragon ), set into into a third plate of jam and buttered toast, scowling over her plate all the while at a mousey little waitress who had been drafted to serve her. Not that calling the police would have done the woman a whole lot of good-- even in New York. This wasn't Gotham, after all, or even Metropolis, where she'd have to worry about a certain muscled meat-head. As far as she knew, New York City didn't have much to offer in the way of superheroes-- or, at least, ones she should be afraid of.
Still... part of her felt a little guilty. She was supposed to be the good guy, and these folks hadn't done anything personally to her... But, damn it, she was hungry, and they had come close enough in the past! Sparing her a little bit of a meal wasn't going to set them back too much, and she had stolen before when she needed it... This was the same thing, just a little more visible, right?
She shook the lingering doubt from her head and growled and answer to a similar sound emanating from below the table. Well, it didn't matter now. What was done was done and she might as well enjoy the spoils. Any hero who came sniffing around would have a nasty surprise on his or her hands!
That plate of steak tips and scrambled eggs didn't stand a chance against her wrath.
Krepta was done playing the good guy today. She was hungry, sore, and damn it, the city she had grown up in was going to feed her, because they hadn't given a damn about her prior to all the roaring and snapping! Well, that was all about to change-- maybe not permanently, but this morning they were going to pay their debt to her in eggs and bacon!
The enormous red reptile ( though, small for a dragon ), set into into a third plate of jam and buttered toast, scowling over her plate all the while at a mousey little waitress who had been drafted to serve her. Not that calling the police would have done the woman a whole lot of good-- even in New York. This wasn't Gotham, after all, or even Metropolis, where she'd have to worry about a certain muscled meat-head. As far as she knew, New York City didn't have much to offer in the way of superheroes-- or, at least, ones she should be afraid of.
Still... part of her felt a little guilty. She was supposed to be the good guy, and these folks hadn't done anything personally to her... But, damn it, she was hungry, and they had come close enough in the past! Sparing her a little bit of a meal wasn't going to set them back too much, and she had stolen before when she needed it... This was the same thing, just a little more visible, right?
She shook the lingering doubt from her head and growled and answer to a similar sound emanating from below the table. Well, it didn't matter now. What was done was done and she might as well enjoy the spoils. Any hero who came sniffing around would have a nasty surprise on his or her hands!
That plate of steak tips and scrambled eggs didn't stand a chance against her wrath.