Snippet #1863470

"Sunnie, git up on now, we's got'sa go to the Collect'in Center."

Her uncle's wide and rough hands brushed her shoulder lightly, as if in fear that she would break if he pressed any harder. Her eyes slowly opened and she stared at her uncle Neta, and sat in straight as if in automatic mode. Sundays were the days that she was allowed to sleep in late night, and in more accurate terms, real early morns, the day before. To merely rest and not have to worry too much on helping her uncle out with anything, such the preparations for beginning the day. Doing things like rearranging the apartment's dirty, messy things to organize the research materials from the other stuff, and the other stuff from the trash, and the trash from the food, and the food from everything else. She glanced around a bit, but didn't really wrap her mind around that the apartment was so much more clean than usual. But she was tired. And tired people don't think too much about this.

Sunetra spoke quietly, a mature voice to a mature mind, eyes half lidded open. She felt oh so tired. "What's the time?"

Her uncle seem pleased that she decided to speak today. Unlike the rest of the Hashers, her uncle was a friendly and social butterfly, a stubborn person who was like of the late twentieth century's reporters, always bugging and prodding and talking. It was that nature that he may seem a bit.. too friendly. "Wells, we's 'bout to miss the first shuttle if yous not gon'a git up now and dress prop'."

He didn't even finish the sentence before she darted up quickly, face feeling rushed as she grabbed for whatever was clean, reaching for the pile she prepared the night before, and darted to the bathroom. Her uncle Neta's hardy laugh could be heard outside.

Her sleepiness and drowsiness was gone now, her face seemed rather ecstatic to hurry up to the shuttle dock as they may reach the Collection Center. She always liked to get there early. It was better to hear the gossips of the venders and passing people who were planning to go to the Center later or of the whatnot. Shoving shorts off and black jeans on, some dark baggy shirt and plain plaid jacket, Sunetra pulled her short hair into that tiny ponytail she always wore, and combed halfway before darting out the bathroom, hopping out with her shoes that had been left in the tub. With her thin and straight frame, and boyish hair and clothing, one would think that she was a male, but it was her eyes that gave her gender away. Sunetra's cheeks flushed up a bit from rushing so fast.

Her uncle laughed again. "My, my, you's enthusiastic. Lets'go, we's got to hurry. I wanna go see if theys got more stock supplies in yet. Heard that guy I've trackin' down - Jack - 's gon' show up."

Sunetra was gathering her bag already, her papers and pens, several of which had recording devices within. She placed an array in the ponytail, fitting only three or four as she didn't have enough hair for the rest to be put securely into. Thin, skinny and longer fingers were working quickly as she placed the messenger bag, styled like that of the twenty-first century's like, over her shoulder, feeling quite light for having so many things. Mink technology. The wonders of it.

She snapped some watch device on that her uncle got for her fourteenth birthday - so that's where it went, - and stared at the clock that kept perfect timing, it fit perfectly on her thin and bony wrist. Sunetra looked at its face. Nine fifty. She cursed under her breath. "Hurry!" She yelled, and her uncle Neta took only several moments to recover from her outburst as he ran after her from, darting from the door, making sure to lock it behind him before running down the stairs. For a man in his late thirties, he was quite nimble and fast. One had to be, especially in this business and trade.

The shuttle dock was merely 5 minutes away from their apartment, that is to say if you can run fast enough, and is about another twelve minutes before you reach the Collection Center. They had got on as soon as the shuttle was beginning to leave, feet lifting from cracked concrete into some other metal material (she wouldn't know, as her family hadn't been involved with that). Their shuttle dock here in this slum neighborhood wasn't often populated, seeing as it wasn't of much concern for, as the Hasher sector had barely any need for going outside not too often, so the shuttle wasn't in need for. But since today was Sunday, almost everyone was here, Hashers and other trades alike, and the crowdness was what made Sunetra uncomfortable.

This shuttle was different from the main one that had more people from the other sectors. This being a secondary one, it wouldn't have as many, but it was so damn crowded. She was ducking through and under of the many figures who she could make out, before settling somewhere in the middle of them all. She preferred to be in the middle of the action, listening in to the conversations each trade individual was having. Her uncle was scouting out, too, she noticed, as he did the same. Often, Sunetra wondered if she was born from the wrong father. Her father and her had nothing in common, whilst her uncle and she had almost everything in common. Almost being the key term here.

After an agonizing twelve minutes, right on the dot, she ran out of the shuttle, shoving a bit, and ran towards the building in that of which was the Collection Center. Her uncle was just after her, and they merely glance, nodded, and then parted ways. This was routine. They'd meet up later after the Center closed. She ran inside, leaving her uncle behind who was taking a more steady walk in.

She had bumped shoulders with several, a Genie and Fidget or two, perhaps even a Mink, but she ignored them, only glancing back before she disappeared off, silent. Sunetra wasn't a talker. She didn't like to talk, and it wasn't of any need to apologize. If they had a problem, she'd do so. Until then, sorry about that.

Usually, she'd walk, like her uncle. But this was important. She was late for an important meeting with an informat with information that she required for some assignments, both for school and for project on the side, and just getting the appointed meeting as difficult enough. God, she felt like such an idiot for being so laid back this. She quickly searched. Her legs were getting tired, seeing as she was already so thin and small, running around wasn't exactly her thing. Crouching, seeking and hiding was. But it wasn't the time for that.

Sunetra kept running, searching her mind for the appointed place. Supposed to be some place, right? There was a dress code, she remembered, her memory already so fuzzy, only clear enough to remember that single visual. She should've read it out loud to remember. Something about plaid and jeans, right? Maybe it was black, too.

She kept running, though it was becoming more of a quick gait, as her head whipped back and forth to look. She had better not be late. Better yet, they had better not be late. But she highly doubted it, and this thought made her flush in embarrassment for not being able to maintain her perfect - until today - record of always being on time.