:| Before the End |: [Latisha]
Jan 16, 2014 20:36:44 GMT -5
Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Jan 16, 2014 20:36:44 GMT -5
Scrambling, Shiori collected her books and crammed them into her bag. She had been given a message to meet someone at one of the research facilities, most likely an interview, and she was already running late. The new issue to her secret obsession had just been released, and she spent the whole afternoon reading it, losing track of time. It wasn’t until her brother knocked on her door—or rather had his robot knocking on the door for him—that she saw the time and flew around the room, putting on nice clothes. Unfortunately, they were still a little wrinkled, but Shiori didn’t have time to handle that.
Hopping over the bot her brother had called Boru, she was out the door in record time, pausing only for a quick second to grab the toasted bread that was left on a small plate by her mother. How could I have been so distracted? Mother will definitely have a talk with me, especially about my tardiness. No! I won’t be tardy! Determined, Shiori pumped her legs until they were burning and she couldn’t feel them anymore. How often was it that she could have this chance?
When she reached the general area of the research facilities, she stumbled as she made a full stop and looked at the buildings with confusion. In her haste, she had forgotten to look at the map of the buildings. She knew she had to be at building C—the letter in her hand confirmed that—but which one was C? She walked around slowly, looking up and down to find any indicator that the building in front of her was C or A or B or D. Who was the genius who decided to leave out the labels?! Frustrated, Shiori made several circles around the buildings before deciding it was better to just ask someone.
Without hesitation, she approached the first person she saw. “Excuse me, do you know which one is building C?” She looked back down at the letter to confirm that building C was indeed the one she needed to be in. Her gaze then quickly moved to the time keeper on her wrist. Her scramble had given her a nice buffer, but she wanted to be there earlier rather than on-time. Feeling impatient, she started to bounce where she was standing. How difficult could it be to point to a building? "I'm in rather a hurry so if you could just point..."