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Tifa's door slowly opened, and the man at the receptionists desk looked up quickly. Very shyly, Tifa stepped forward into the light. The man just stared for a moment, and then hastily continued looking down at his paper. Tifa put her hands on her hips and looked at him disapprovingly, "Well...how do I look?"
"You look splendid ma'am" he said shyly, after a few moments of silence.
"Oh please, you already got a peek at me, you could at least be honest you know?"
"Well..." he walked over to her, and pushed her antennae headband a little to the left. "That was a little off... and your stinger is a bit crooked as well..."
"Right... well, it kinda bobs when I walk anyway..." Tifa replied, and walked towards the door to show him, and said with a little smile, "Cant be helped".
"I am not sure of your plans...but have you thought everything out ahead of time? Know what you are getting yourself into? You do know exactly what...goes on... around here? And what that outfit represents? You may want to cover up on the way to your destination..." the Receptionist explained.
"Oh I'll be all right" Tifa replied, and opened the door, "Thanks anyway though." And then she waved and walked out, closing the door behind her. "If you say so ma'am..." he muttered, returning to his desk.
It was morning, but the Slums didn't show any recognition of the outside world, and kept their dim, dirty looks. After Tifa stepped outside, she suddenly realized exactly how far it was to the Dons Mansion, and she was already getting a few odd looks from the residents of Wall Market. The door suddenly opened behind her, and hit her lightly in the stinger. She turned and the Receptionist was standing there smiling, holding out a large overcoat. "I told you I didn't need that!" Tifa said stubbornly, and quickly waddled away from the door angrily. The man watched her go until it became apparent she wasn't going to return, and walked back into the Inn, letting the door swing shut behind him.
"For being the early morning, there sure are a lot of people out..." Tifa thought, as she waddled as fast as she could down the dirty street. She felt horribly exposed, and was already regretting being so brash with the Innkeeper. He was just trying to help after all. On either side of the street, windows were shutting as she passed. Citizens outside stared at her, whispering to each other from behind their hands. Some were even pointing at her while they hissed in their neighbors ear. Tifa's eyes darted from one to the other, her legs pumping furiously, trying her best to leave the gaping crowd behind. Out of the nearest crowd, a mans voice called out "Slut!". Tifa jumped slightly, and stopped to look at him, "What did you... call me?". He stepped forward, his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. His wore dark green cargo pants and a white tank top, showing off his rather large muscles. "You heard Me, Slut. Im sick and tired of your kind stinkin' up these streets, they're already bad enough as it is" he said, and the crowd gave an agreeing cheer.
"You...you don't understand!" Tifa replied, feeling her eyes start to well up with angry tears, but she was horribly aware of her wings swaying behind her, and the stale air on her exposed legs and arms.
"What don't I understand?" The Man sneered, "The only one that aint understanding, is you. Maybe some stupid people are happy with you and your pals whoring up Wall Market, but I wont take it so easy! I have a family, and don't like your kind just walking around freely."
"This...this isn't just your town, I can do what I want!" Tifa started to stutter back, but the crowd had begun a chant since the beginning of this argument, and it was rising to its peak, "Whore, Whore, Whore!"
"No!!" Tifa screamed, and brushed past the man. He grabbed one of her wings as she tried to escape, and pulled her back.
"I don't ever want to see you here again." He muttered, and Tifa summoned all her strength and tore free, but unfortunately, so did her left wing. The man laughed and threw it down, and soon the rest joined in laughing, the chanting of "Whore! Whore! Whore!" still repeated by a few in the background.
Tifa stumbled when she suddenly broke free, and fell to the ground. She quickly scrambled back up and crawled away on all fours, tears streaming down her face. Once she was a safe distance away, she collapsed onto the dirt floor, sobbing. "Do they think I want to do this?" she thought bitterly to herself, biting her lower lip to choke back more crying. There was a rip in the back of her suit where the wing had been dislodged, and her hands and knees were dirty. Tifa stood up, and looked back. The crowd had dispersed, and one would never have known what kind of traumatic experience had happened. She brushed herself off as best she could and looked up. She had somehow managed to make it to the Don's Mansion. It seemed to be following some sort of Wutai motif, Wutai symbols had been painted all over it, along with clay tile roofing. It looked like a sort of palace in the Slums, and the man outside wearing a blue bandana was its guard. Tifa walked slowly up to him, her eyes glancing nervously from him, to the door, to the ground, and then back to him. "Hey there sweet cheeks, can I help you?" he said sarcastically, a smirk playing on his face. "I... I am here to see The Don" she stuttered yet again, unwilling to look into his searching eyes.
He surveyed her for a few silent tense moments. "Yeah, I figured that much. Looks like a Hunny-Bee Wanna-Be to me. What's your name baby?"
"Is it really any of your business?" She replied, getting her temper back slightly, this man just seemed slimy to her.
"Woah, feisty one. Well technically I'm supposed to ask... make sure you have an appointment and everythin', ya know? The Dons a busy guy."
"Oh...well...its Tifa, Tifa Lockhart, and I do have an interview."
"Gotcha, your appointment is for...lets see," He checked his clipboard, "8? And your applying for a job? Well your late. Its 8:10, but go on in anyway. I got a feeling The Don is gonna like you." and he opened up the curtain behind him, bowing and gesturing inside.
"I had trouble on the way here... but Thank You." She bowed to him, and walked into the door behind him. She waddled by, and pretended not to notice the man scanning her body more closely, now that she was closer to him. The curtains swung closed behind her.
-----------------------------------------------Thats it for Chapter 4!------ -----------------------------------------------
--------------Also a big thank you to ignorantly_grinning and Mithrandir505 for reviewing!--------------
Tifa's door slowly opened, and the man at the receptionists desk looked up quickly. Very shyly, Tifa stepped forward into the light. The man just stared for a moment, and then hastily continued looking down at his paper. Tifa put her hands on her hips and looked at him disapprovingly, "Well...how do I look?"
"You look splendid ma'am" he said shyly, after a few moments of silence.
"Oh please, you already got a peek at me, you could at least be honest you know?"
"Well..." he walked over to her, and pushed her antennae headband a little to the left. "That was a little off... and your stinger is a bit crooked as well..."
"Right... well, it kinda bobs when I walk anyway..." Tifa replied, and walked towards the door to show him, and said with a little smile, "Cant be helped".
"I am not sure of your plans...but have you thought everything out ahead of time? Know what you are getting yourself into? You do know exactly what...goes on... around here? And what that outfit represents? You may want to cover up on the way to your destination..." the Receptionist explained.
"Oh I'll be all right" Tifa replied, and opened the door, "Thanks anyway though." And then she waved and walked out, closing the door behind her. "If you say so ma'am..." he muttered, returning to his desk.
It was morning, but the Slums didn't show any recognition of the outside world, and kept their dim, dirty looks. After Tifa stepped outside, she suddenly realized exactly how far it was to the Dons Mansion, and she was already getting a few odd looks from the residents of Wall Market. The door suddenly opened behind her, and hit her lightly in the stinger. She turned and the Receptionist was standing there smiling, holding out a large overcoat. "I told you I didn't need that!" Tifa said stubbornly, and quickly waddled away from the door angrily. The man watched her go until it became apparent she wasn't going to return, and walked back into the Inn, letting the door swing shut behind him.
"For being the early morning, there sure are a lot of people out..." Tifa thought, as she waddled as fast as she could down the dirty street. She felt horribly exposed, and was already regretting being so brash with the Innkeeper. He was just trying to help after all. On either side of the street, windows were shutting as she passed. Citizens outside stared at her, whispering to each other from behind their hands. Some were even pointing at her while they hissed in their neighbors ear. Tifa's eyes darted from one to the other, her legs pumping furiously, trying her best to leave the gaping crowd behind. Out of the nearest crowd, a mans voice called out "Slut!". Tifa jumped slightly, and stopped to look at him, "What did you... call me?". He stepped forward, his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. His wore dark green cargo pants and a white tank top, showing off his rather large muscles. "You heard Me, Slut. Im sick and tired of your kind stinkin' up these streets, they're already bad enough as it is" he said, and the crowd gave an agreeing cheer.
"You...you don't understand!" Tifa replied, feeling her eyes start to well up with angry tears, but she was horribly aware of her wings swaying behind her, and the stale air on her exposed legs and arms.
"What don't I understand?" The Man sneered, "The only one that aint understanding, is you. Maybe some stupid people are happy with you and your pals whoring up Wall Market, but I wont take it so easy! I have a family, and don't like your kind just walking around freely."
"This...this isn't just your town, I can do what I want!" Tifa started to stutter back, but the crowd had begun a chant since the beginning of this argument, and it was rising to its peak, "Whore, Whore, Whore!"
"No!!" Tifa screamed, and brushed past the man. He grabbed one of her wings as she tried to escape, and pulled her back.
"I don't ever want to see you here again." He muttered, and Tifa summoned all her strength and tore free, but unfortunately, so did her left wing. The man laughed and threw it down, and soon the rest joined in laughing, the chanting of "Whore! Whore! Whore!" still repeated by a few in the background.
Tifa stumbled when she suddenly broke free, and fell to the ground. She quickly scrambled back up and crawled away on all fours, tears streaming down her face. Once she was a safe distance away, she collapsed onto the dirt floor, sobbing. "Do they think I want to do this?" she thought bitterly to herself, biting her lower lip to choke back more crying. There was a rip in the back of her suit where the wing had been dislodged, and her hands and knees were dirty. Tifa stood up, and looked back. The crowd had dispersed, and one would never have known what kind of traumatic experience had happened. She brushed herself off as best she could and looked up. She had somehow managed to make it to the Don's Mansion. It seemed to be following some sort of Wutai motif, Wutai symbols had been painted all over it, along with clay tile roofing. It looked like a sort of palace in the Slums, and the man outside wearing a blue bandana was its guard. Tifa walked slowly up to him, her eyes glancing nervously from him, to the door, to the ground, and then back to him. "Hey there sweet cheeks, can I help you?" he said sarcastically, a smirk playing on his face. "I... I am here to see The Don" she stuttered yet again, unwilling to look into his searching eyes.
He surveyed her for a few silent tense moments. "Yeah, I figured that much. Looks like a Hunny-Bee Wanna-Be to me. What's your name baby?"
"Is it really any of your business?" She replied, getting her temper back slightly, this man just seemed slimy to her.
"Woah, feisty one. Well technically I'm supposed to ask... make sure you have an appointment and everythin', ya know? The Dons a busy guy."
"Oh...well...its Tifa, Tifa Lockhart, and I do have an interview."
"Gotcha, your appointment is for...lets see," He checked his clipboard, "8? And your applying for a job? Well your late. Its 8:10, but go on in anyway. I got a feeling The Don is gonna like you." and he opened up the curtain behind him, bowing and gesturing inside.
"I had trouble on the way here... but Thank You." She bowed to him, and walked into the door behind him. She waddled by, and pretended not to notice the man scanning her body more closely, now that she was closer to him. The curtains swung closed behind her.
-----------------------------------------------Thats it for Chapter 4!------ -----------------------------------------------
--------------Also a big thank you to ignorantly_grinning and Mithrandir505 for reviewing!--------------