Katrina Meyer
Me: AN HOUR
Me: YOU EXPECT ME TO WAIT HERE FOR AN HOUR
BigSisKarin: oh dear, looks like Kat woke up on the wrong side of the bed today
BigBroJakob: Karin, she's just hungover. I wouldn’t worry.
Me: Hungover and ON TIME
BigBroTheo: Hahaha poor little kitty-kat, we'll be there soon! I’ll bring you some water!
Me: You guys are the worst :'(
BigBroJakob: You'll live
BigSisKarin: is the view good? i'm so excited to see it!
Me: The WORST
Scowling, Kat closed the chat window by flicking her eyes to the left. She had dragged herself out of bed this morning after about three hours sleep, head pounding, mouth dry, everything hurting. The anti-hangover pill she’d downed with a glass of water had taken the edge off, but she was still hanging hard. After quickly changing into her
favourite gunmetal jacket, backpack and ripped black jeans she’d run from her apartment (a total tip after getting back last night and throwing her stuff
everywhere) to the tourist lift. And despite that, Kat still managed to arrive ten minutes earlier than the time they had agreed. Little did she know that that meant she would be stuck up here, alone,
an hour before her siblings were due to arrive.
Jakob had been convinced that, since it was one of Kat’s rare days off, she would want to sleep in. Despite pointing out that she
never slept in (sleeping was just a low power state, wasting precious energy and time, only needed when absolutely necessary), he refused to listen until the twins agreed to get there for sunrise. At least, she thought they’d agreed, but it seems that realising they weren’t going to win an argument over IM, they’d just decided to tell Kat they would be there and assumed she would turn up about an hour late. It was clear to her now that all along the other Meyer siblings had been trying to secure a lie-in for themselves, and had hoped that she would play along.
My fault for believing they’d get up early to see the sunrise. A shame, really; the view of the rising sun was incredible- although Kat was
very grateful that her glasses automatically adjusted to avoid any glare which would add to her headache. The shop was a ground-floor building towards the centre of the city, so didn’t get much sunlight even during midday. She had forgotten quite how nice it was to feel it’s warmth on her skin, and to breathe air that wasn’t quite so heavy with the smell of oil and metal. The sheer immensity of the space beyong the wall was hypnotic, and almost terrifying- she was so used to her tiny apartment, cramped nightclubs and cluttered workshop that the idea that so much empty space even existed in one place felt impossible.
Opening up the 3-D video function on her tech-specs, Kat walked closer to the edge of the wall for the best view of the sunrise. After taking a video shot, she picked the best- the one with the birds suddenly flocking into the sky, and without any yelling in the background from an irate supervisor- and uploaded it onto her SeeWithMe account. For anyone viewing the picture with their tech-specs, it would be like you were there yourself. She made sure to forward the link to her siblings with the tag “This is what you’re missing…”
After watching the sun rise for another minute, Kat began to look around at the activity on the top of the wall. Most of the wall workers seemed to be clustered together by some commotion. It seemed to be centred around the loud supervisor whose shouting had ruined Kat's first video, and behind which stood a tiny girl in an oversized jacket.
Surely they’re not sending kids as young as her up to the wall- maybe she’s lost. Towards this commotion approached a slight camera-wielding girl with blue-grey hair, coloured like zinc. One of the workers sat apart from the commotion, holding a staring contest with some poor quality rivets. Pushing down an urge to go over and redo the rivets herself, Kat instead looked back at her fellow tourists.
Only a meter or so from her stood another young woman, gazing out at the sunrise with teary eyes. After contemplating approaching her, Kat decided to let her be as she seemed to be somewhat overwhelmed by the view.
Her hangover must be as bad as mine.
“I wish I had a cigarette. God this sucks.”
Kat turned to see a young man glowering at the construction workers, accompanied by another man that seemed to be watching him closely.
Well, I guess they’ll entertain me for now. Pulling a pack of cigarettes out of her jacket pocket (Kat was only a social smoker, but she knew well having spare cigarettes was a good way to meet new people), she lit one for herself and waved to get their attention.
“
Hey- You want one?”
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