~ my empire of dirt...
The Adventures of Batgirl and Firefly;
'a walk in the park'
It was mid fall when a particularly bad spell hit them. After four days of meagre rations and no place to hide from the chilly wind, John and Esme were getting desperate.
Night had just begun to creep in as the pair walked past a Halloween store, Esme stopping at the window with a grin. "We need vampire teeth." John hadn't really understood her reasoning, but ten minutes later they stopped under a tree in Central Park, panting for breath, cheeks burning from the wind and John clutching two pairs of shoddy little vampire fangs.
"Spill." He handed her the pack, watching in mild amusement as she pulled off a t-shirt to let her wings stretch out from the shoulders of her tank top, grinning with the plastic fanged teeth in her mouth.
"You scared?" He snorted at her slurred speech around the teeth, her wings expanding a little as she 'grr'd' at him. She looked like an extra from a really bad vampire movie, messy dark hair, pale skin and leathery bat wings. She was a vampire cliché in the making.
"Yeah, you're as frightening as a care bear." He mocked, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest. "Wanna explain or am I just to guess why you're playing dress up a few weeks early?" Esme rolled her eyes and moved to climb up the tree they were lurking under, ushering her hands at him.
"Shoo, Firefly, I'm working." John just arched an eyebrow at her, walking to sit on the nearest bench and watch her little plan unravel.
Esme was in the tree for ten minutes, and John was getting bored. At least until he noticed the movement and then he spotted the business suit, power lawyer guy walking past. The second the guy got to the tree, Esme dropped down, wings out wide, hair messed up, growling with those stupid fangs. Business man screamed worse than any chick John had ever heard, dropping his briefcase, throwing his phone and turning o run - straight into the tree.
John burst out laughing the moment the suit hit the ground, clutching his sides and laughing like he never had before. Even as Esme picked $364 out of the suits pocked and lifted his phone for selling later, John laughed on the bench.
John was still laughing when Esme came over to the bench, sliding the cash into her pocket and the phone into his bag. They grabbed dinner at the nearest Denny's, pawned the phone for an extra hundred bucks and booked into a cheap little motel for the night. And John was still chuckling as they packed up to leave the next morning, feeling slightly more human and warm and fed, all thanks to the screaming suit and a pair of plastic fucking vampire teeth.
'a walk in the park'
It was mid fall when a particularly bad spell hit them. After four days of meagre rations and no place to hide from the chilly wind, John and Esme were getting desperate.
Night had just begun to creep in as the pair walked past a Halloween store, Esme stopping at the window with a grin. "We need vampire teeth." John hadn't really understood her reasoning, but ten minutes later they stopped under a tree in Central Park, panting for breath, cheeks burning from the wind and John clutching two pairs of shoddy little vampire fangs.
"Spill." He handed her the pack, watching in mild amusement as she pulled off a t-shirt to let her wings stretch out from the shoulders of her tank top, grinning with the plastic fanged teeth in her mouth.
"You scared?" He snorted at her slurred speech around the teeth, her wings expanding a little as she 'grr'd' at him. She looked like an extra from a really bad vampire movie, messy dark hair, pale skin and leathery bat wings. She was a vampire cliché in the making.
"Yeah, you're as frightening as a care bear." He mocked, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest. "Wanna explain or am I just to guess why you're playing dress up a few weeks early?" Esme rolled her eyes and moved to climb up the tree they were lurking under, ushering her hands at him.
"Shoo, Firefly, I'm working." John just arched an eyebrow at her, walking to sit on the nearest bench and watch her little plan unravel.
Esme was in the tree for ten minutes, and John was getting bored. At least until he noticed the movement and then he spotted the business suit, power lawyer guy walking past. The second the guy got to the tree, Esme dropped down, wings out wide, hair messed up, growling with those stupid fangs. Business man screamed worse than any chick John had ever heard, dropping his briefcase, throwing his phone and turning o run - straight into the tree.
John burst out laughing the moment the suit hit the ground, clutching his sides and laughing like he never had before. Even as Esme picked $364 out of the suits pocked and lifted his phone for selling later, John laughed on the bench.
John was still laughing when Esme came over to the bench, sliding the cash into her pocket and the phone into his bag. They grabbed dinner at the nearest Denny's, pawned the phone for an extra hundred bucks and booked into a cheap little motel for the night. And John was still chuckling as they packed up to leave the next morning, feeling slightly more human and warm and fed, all thanks to the screaming suit and a pair of plastic fucking vampire teeth.