forum Dragons and Dinosaurs and the Thing In Between

Started April 04, 2019 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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Adri gave a rough grin and swung herself into shotgun, leaning back against the door to look around at everyone and watched them closely through her eyelashes.

Porta started the engine and the aging van grumbled to life. “McDonald’s, here we come!” She said to Adri, a small smirk on her face.

Adri shook her head slightly. She tried so hard not to like people, but something about other people made her happy when she was around them. "Can't wait."

Tessa landed on a tall building next to the McDonald's, dismissed her wings, then jumped down and strolled over to it. She leaned against the wall next to the entrance to wait for the others, discarding the suspicious-looking cloth and folding her arms over her chest.

Once the van was parked, Adri stretched and let herself fall out of the van. She walked over to Tessa, her pace long and controlled.

Tessa didn't bother with niceties and just headed on in without a word. She was starving.
(Quick note, Tess isn't built like normal people. She's a sun dragon shapeshifter, so she basically only needs a plentiful amount of sunlight, water, and food to survive. Letting you know because she's gonna be hungry all the time.)

Adri followed her, already scanning the menu. She lined up right behind Tess, fishing a small bundle of money out of her pocket.

Once it was Tessa's turn to order, she got a whopper, large fry, and two mcflurries. She paid for herself with a flirtatious smile directed at the teen cashier, moving along with an exaggerated sway of her hips.

Adria shook her head at Tessa, moving up to order three chocolate shakes, without whipped cream, and seven orders of French fries. She payed quickly, moving along to wait for her food. She pulled a large plastic bag dotted with salt out of a pocket and held it loosely.

Tessa stuck her tongue out thoughtfully as she surveyed the restaurant. "Hell, I've worked here before," she realized.

"You've worked at mcdonalds?" Adri asked incredulously as they waited for food.

"This one, yeah. When I was fifteen." She swirled her hand in the air. "The manager took great care of the local street rats. Gave us part-time jobs to help us live."

"That's awesome." Adri shifted her weight to her other foot. "How old are you? I'm fifteen right now."

"Nineteen."

Adri nodded, determined not to let the age difference daunt her.

"So," Tess started, flashing a smirk. "Any sob story as to why you're tangled up with your particular group?" She was referring to the Hunters.

Adri broke a harsh laugh. "it's too complicated. Let's just say I found out my parents adopted me from their cousins, and my grandpa was an insane psychopath who tried to take over the world. Then my little adopted sister tried to kill me with her mind reading junk, and now I'm showing my whole not biological family how much I don't need them."

"At least you had a family growing up," Tessa pointed out.

She dipped her head, conceding the point. "They were pretty amazing, until they weren't." Adri's food came, and she poured each cup of French fries into the bag. The chocolate shakes, still in their little container, to be balanced on her left arm.

Tess's food had arrived at the same time, and she grabbed hers. She popped a few fries in her mouth, then grabbed the bag with her teeth while she had a mcflurry in each hand. She headed outside and sat on the sidewalk without hesitation, pulling out her food and chowing down.

Adri slowly followed her, sitting cross legged on the ground and putting down her shakes. "How about you? Crazy sob story childhood?"

She licked her fingers. "Foster care since birth. Twenty families by the age of 16. Abuse–mental and physical. Suicide attempts. Living on the streets. Learning to survive on my own. Thieving. Mafia association. Bullying. Poked and prodded like a lab rat a few times." She kept her answer vague and clipped, not really wanting to go in detail. "Until I had enough. Then people died and learned the hard way not to mess with me."

Miles walked into the McDonalds, rolling up his nose in disgust as he sat down. He knew he would get strange looks with the mask on so he had taken it off and morphed his futures to remain anonymous.

Porta had parked the van further down the street and raced back into the McDonald’s. “Hiya!” She called, pulling the door open and panting. She slid in front of the counter, ordered a 20-piece McNugget, then exited the shop and sat with Adri and Blaize.
“What are y’all talking about?” She questioned.

"Sob stories that are the reason we're professional killers. Or just sob stories in general." She winked mischievously. "It's a must for assassins."