Amy had run through the housing district to where the Shinobi boxes were placed and stopped in front of them, this was the first time she had been assigned a mission and was very excited, wondering what sort of thing the village had in store for her for the week. A wide, slightly wicked, grin crossed her face as she scanned the rows of boxes for her name and placed her thumb on the appropriate spot to open the door. Reaching inside the box she pulled the folded slip of paper out and held it in front of her. Suchiro A. it read in neat writing, her grin widened even more as she took a few steps back so she wasn't blocking anyone else's box. Slipping her thumb under the seal she broke it and unfolded the paper. As her eyes scanned the page her grin fell into a frown and her brow furrowed until her eyes all but covered by the slightly furry red hairs of her eyebrows.
"What!?" Her voice was much louder than was really necessary and it caused the few people around her to start slightly and look at her. She looked around at them with an expression of pure defiance on her face, daring any one of them to try and tell her to be quiet.
Groaning slightly she looked down at the address for the mission, it wasn't too far from her own shop, so she could stop by and check on it before she stopped by the (shudder) dressmaker. Briefly she thought of refusing the mission, then she remembered something she had heard about uncompleted missions rolling over to the next week. Sighing slightly, she resigned herself to having to stand around for Mother Suna knew how long while being pricked and poked with needles and having to turn every which way. "Ugh! This sucks..." she muttered as she began to walk in the direction of the Grand Palais where the shop was situated. Normally she ran just about everywhere, but she figured if she walked maybe the woman would find someone else to be the guinea pig for such torture.
It didn't take her too long to get to her shop and she unlocked the door to slip inside for a quick check. Looking around she saw that nothing was out of order, but she walked slowly around it, double and triple checking everything before she sighed again and left her little forge and locking it again before she turned onto the street and headed toward the address written on her mission assignment. It only took her a few moments before she had reached the shop and she stood outside the door for a moment, staring at the dresses she could see through the glass windows before her. Letting out another heavy sigh she pushed the door open and stepped inside, grimacing a little more at the light tinkling bells that signaled the shop keeper that someone had entered.
After a few short seconds a plump, middle-aged woman stepped out from behind a rack and smiled. "Excellent! You're here, come on back and I'll show you where you can change."
The look Amy gave this woman said just how excellent she thought this whole situation was, but the woman just smiled apologetically, gesturing into the back of the store to a handful of doors that stood side by side under a sign that read 'Dressing Rooms.'
"They told me you weren't the sort to enjoy something like this when I went to request assistance yesterday, but I promise it won't take long." The woman turned to pull a dressing bag off a rack behind her and unzipped it, pulling the ugliest dress Amy had ever seen from the white linen. It was pale pink and frilly with lace and flowers all over its very poofy skirt. Amy stared at it for a short time, her face looking almost sad as she gulped slightly and sighed again, walking slowly over to the dressing room and disappearing inside it.
Once she had removed her clothes and was only left with her undergarments, she wrapped herself in the soft robe that was hanging on the back of the door and stepped back out. The shopkeeper was nowhere in sight, but Amy could hear her cheery voice in the front of the store. For a fleeting moment, she thought of running for it, but she would have to put her clothes back on and the woman might have returned by then. Trying to avert her eyes from the frilly pink atrocity hanging in the corner, she walked over to the fitting pedestal and sat down, her head in her hands as she mentally prepared herself for what was sure to be the next few hours of her life.
Moments later she heard the heavy footsteps of the woman returning from the front and she lifted her head to look at her, flashing a weak smile at her before standing and stepping up onto the pedestal.
"There's a smile, it won't be so bad, Amy, go ahead and take off your robe, you don't have anything I don't have more of." The woman joked, chuckling heartily as she slipped the dress off the hanger and positioned it over her arms so she could pull it over the small girl's head.
De-robed and be-flowered, Amy's eyes landed accidentally on the mirror she was positioned in front of and she cried out a little. The pink of the dress clashed horribly with her fiery red hair, though admittedly it brought out the green of her eyes and looked nice with her fair skin. Shaking the thoughts out of her head, she closed her eyes on the horrendous sight and lifted her chin to stare dejectedly at the ceiling as the woman went to work, sticking a copious amount of pins into the hem of the dress and the layers of crinoline beneath until it was just the right length and a miniscule amount of the young shinobi's black speed sandals could be seen beneath it.
"Okay, arms out, dear," the woman said, standing again and beginning to pin around the bodice of the dress with surprisingly practiced hands, she didn't prick the red-haired - and now pink cheeked - girl's skin once. Only about thirty minutes had passed and the woman moved around behind Amy and unbuttoned the back of the dress and pulled it up over her head. "All done, you're free now."
Amy let out a sigh of relief and practically ran back into the dressing room to put her clothes back on as the woman chuckled at her reaction.
"Thank you, Amy-chan, and here's a small tip for your trouble," she said, handing the girl a few yen as she stepped back out into the store.
"You're welcome, and thank you," was all she said before she bowed slightly to the woman and left the store as quickly as possible, her entire face red as she glanced around, hoping no one she knew had seen her exiting the dress shop.
"What!?" Her voice was much louder than was really necessary and it caused the few people around her to start slightly and look at her. She looked around at them with an expression of pure defiance on her face, daring any one of them to try and tell her to be quiet.
Groaning slightly she looked down at the address for the mission, it wasn't too far from her own shop, so she could stop by and check on it before she stopped by the (shudder) dressmaker. Briefly she thought of refusing the mission, then she remembered something she had heard about uncompleted missions rolling over to the next week. Sighing slightly, she resigned herself to having to stand around for Mother Suna knew how long while being pricked and poked with needles and having to turn every which way. "Ugh! This sucks..." she muttered as she began to walk in the direction of the Grand Palais where the shop was situated. Normally she ran just about everywhere, but she figured if she walked maybe the woman would find someone else to be the guinea pig for such torture.
It didn't take her too long to get to her shop and she unlocked the door to slip inside for a quick check. Looking around she saw that nothing was out of order, but she walked slowly around it, double and triple checking everything before she sighed again and left her little forge and locking it again before she turned onto the street and headed toward the address written on her mission assignment. It only took her a few moments before she had reached the shop and she stood outside the door for a moment, staring at the dresses she could see through the glass windows before her. Letting out another heavy sigh she pushed the door open and stepped inside, grimacing a little more at the light tinkling bells that signaled the shop keeper that someone had entered.
After a few short seconds a plump, middle-aged woman stepped out from behind a rack and smiled. "Excellent! You're here, come on back and I'll show you where you can change."
The look Amy gave this woman said just how excellent she thought this whole situation was, but the woman just smiled apologetically, gesturing into the back of the store to a handful of doors that stood side by side under a sign that read 'Dressing Rooms.'
"They told me you weren't the sort to enjoy something like this when I went to request assistance yesterday, but I promise it won't take long." The woman turned to pull a dressing bag off a rack behind her and unzipped it, pulling the ugliest dress Amy had ever seen from the white linen. It was pale pink and frilly with lace and flowers all over its very poofy skirt. Amy stared at it for a short time, her face looking almost sad as she gulped slightly and sighed again, walking slowly over to the dressing room and disappearing inside it.
Once she had removed her clothes and was only left with her undergarments, she wrapped herself in the soft robe that was hanging on the back of the door and stepped back out. The shopkeeper was nowhere in sight, but Amy could hear her cheery voice in the front of the store. For a fleeting moment, she thought of running for it, but she would have to put her clothes back on and the woman might have returned by then. Trying to avert her eyes from the frilly pink atrocity hanging in the corner, she walked over to the fitting pedestal and sat down, her head in her hands as she mentally prepared herself for what was sure to be the next few hours of her life.
Moments later she heard the heavy footsteps of the woman returning from the front and she lifted her head to look at her, flashing a weak smile at her before standing and stepping up onto the pedestal.
"There's a smile, it won't be so bad, Amy, go ahead and take off your robe, you don't have anything I don't have more of." The woman joked, chuckling heartily as she slipped the dress off the hanger and positioned it over her arms so she could pull it over the small girl's head.
De-robed and be-flowered, Amy's eyes landed accidentally on the mirror she was positioned in front of and she cried out a little. The pink of the dress clashed horribly with her fiery red hair, though admittedly it brought out the green of her eyes and looked nice with her fair skin. Shaking the thoughts out of her head, she closed her eyes on the horrendous sight and lifted her chin to stare dejectedly at the ceiling as the woman went to work, sticking a copious amount of pins into the hem of the dress and the layers of crinoline beneath until it was just the right length and a miniscule amount of the young shinobi's black speed sandals could be seen beneath it.
"Okay, arms out, dear," the woman said, standing again and beginning to pin around the bodice of the dress with surprisingly practiced hands, she didn't prick the red-haired - and now pink cheeked - girl's skin once. Only about thirty minutes had passed and the woman moved around behind Amy and unbuttoned the back of the dress and pulled it up over her head. "All done, you're free now."
Amy let out a sigh of relief and practically ran back into the dressing room to put her clothes back on as the woman chuckled at her reaction.
"Thank you, Amy-chan, and here's a small tip for your trouble," she said, handing the girl a few yen as she stepped back out into the store.
"You're welcome, and thank you," was all she said before she bowed slightly to the woman and left the store as quickly as possible, her entire face red as she glanced around, hoping no one she knew had seen her exiting the dress shop.