by SuperRube » Mon Aug 12, 2002 1:44 am
(This just in: Rube posts in RP. World predicted to end. Full story at eleven. Oh yeah. This is [url=http://www.greatdave.org:7777//rpgww/RPchars/superrube.htm>Mavis</a]. Pheer her bigness, or something.)
Once again, Mavis couldn't belive her luck. How the hell did she get stuck with waiting tables at some two bit inn in this little hick town?
...Well, she did know how. She just couldn't belive that it happened, nor would she readily admit to it.
It really wasn't too long ago that it started. She decided to stow away with one of the many caravans of food leaving from the last local she was staying at, thinking that was one of the easiest ways to avoid the local authorities. Turns out she was right. Not only did she get away scot free, but she got delivered to the last place anyone would think to look for her.
Problem was... It was also the last place she wanted to be, short of a prison cell, mind you.
If there's one thing Mavis couldn't stand, it was hick towns. Mostly because most of them where ridiculously close knit, and that didn't make for good stealing. Last thing she needed was to steal a few coins from the local drunkard and then have the entire town on her ass.
Worse yet, the nearest town was miles away, making escape harder.
Taking everything into consideration, she deiced that her best bet would be to keep to hang out in the store room of the very inn she was delivered too, and to await the next shipment.
After two months without any sort of deliveries what so ever, that started to seem like less of good plan. Twas a moot point anyhow, seeing as she was discovered after about a week.
The owner was understandably angry about her free ride, but he also knew an opportunity when he saw on. Free loaders = free labor. Not to mention the fact that Mavis was big. Like, really big. Not bulky or ugly mind you. Actually, she was quite the opposite. She was a very comely lass, just extremely tall. Nearly eight feet tall, to be exact. And quite strong to boot, (this was due to her unfortunate lineage that she didn't have the slightest inkling about, but that's another tale for another time.)
So, rather then turn her into the local authorities, he put her to work. Mostly working in the store house. Move this here, deliver this there, get that off of the high shelf. And it all worked well, for a while. The owner got himself a nice little work horse, and Mavis got a damp pile of hay to sleep on and all the food she could steal.
That was, of course, until the owners best (read: only) waitress came down with an unfortunate case of death. Seeing as Mavis was the only person left under the inn's employ, she got stuck with the job.
Despite the fact that this put Mavis in a really nice position to make some serious profit, (which, belive you me, she did,) she really wasn't happy with it.
Number one, she wasn't really a people person. Sure, sometimes you've got to get close to people to properly con 'em, (another thing she did often,) but waiting on people hand and foot really wasn't her cup of tea. Especially the regulars at this particular inn. Quite the lecherous bunch, it turns out.
Which leads us to number two: The last waitress didn't exactly wear the same dress size as Mavis. Granted, not many women did. It was bad enough that the dress was far too short to begin with... but the bust was another thing entirely. I won't go into the details for fear of making this post unsuitable for our younger readers... But I will say that Mavis was quite gifted in the mammary region, and her "gifts" where almost too much for the poor little dress to bear. But, she very well couldn't wait tables in her normal attire, and it wasn't in the budget to have another dress made, (or so she was told,) so it would have to do.
Not that the aforementioned regulars didn't mind. Hell, they seemed quite fond of it. And they didn't mind reminding her of that fact every single night.
And Mavis was getting sick of it.
After one particular busy night, Mavis decided that she could take no more. One of the regulars had gotten a bit drunker then usual, and therefore quite a bit more bold. And after bothering Mavis with the most trivial of tasks on a night when she was already swamped, he "accidently" spilled his ale and demanded that Mavis clean it up. He made the mistake of his life by slapping something he shouldn't of while she was bending over to take care of things.
Needless to say, this man would never know the joys of father hood.
And Mavis... well, she swore that she'd get out of this town, even if she had to walk across the whole of the Forbidden plains in her bare feet to do it.
All she had to do was await the right opportunity...