Reporting to a new job (Closed for Jack Lexington)

Zantedeschia had made it through her interview and the training. Now she got to report to the job site. They had nothing available other than helping to rebuild some buildings. It seemed some people had come into some money so they were taking care of things that usually got left behind.

Standing in the mirror at Mya's place she smiled. She could remember the womans voice and her smell. Everything about her still lingered in the home. Z had inherited the house when Mya passed away. Well technically she inherited everything. There were bills to be paid and food and so much she had to take care of.

Walking from the bathroom and into the living room she sat down and pulled on her worker boots. They were the only other pair of shoes she owned and the only reason she had gotten them was because she was told she had to. Looking at herself she had to laugh. She felt awkard but she had done what she was instructed to do. Jeans, plain shirt, and a work belt. Her hair was pulled up into a tight pony tail as she headed off. The scars around her wrists completely revealed.

She had grown more comfortable with herself. Even started wearing a touch of make up from time to time. She knew Mya would like that, of course today was not one of those days. Today she was going to work and she knew it would be a lot of manual labor. Her exercise routine had took place of the time she use to spend with Mya she would need to be stronger for this job and she knew it.

Making her way to the site she looked around she was told to report to a Tyler Jameson, she hoped he was nicer then the man who had done her training. She was tired of being a joke. She could life what they could and could do her job just as good as any man. Growing up the way she had, she had to be good at fixing and building things. Of doing manual labor. Standing there she looked and made her way over to where a few of the other workers were.

"I'm looking for a Tyler Jameson..." Her words were simple and to the point. She wasn't to thrilled about the job but she needed work. She could see a few whispering and could see their faces as she stood there. She wore they same thing they had the only difference to her was the fact she was a woman. Once Mya had passed she had grown to have a harder exterior. She had become more blunt and out spoken. Her personality changing slightly. Standing there she waited as she looked at the men.