Log: Marta and Nel at the gym Who: Marta and Nel What: A meeting Where:Engine No. 9 When: Sometime recently Warnings/Rating: We shall see. Probably Marta's usual sex themes and possible language to start.
Marta and Dahlia had never been close, but they'd known each other since Marta's time working in Hookerville, when Dahl was doing security. It was a strange sort of disconnected interaction that might be called a friendship, but some people might not see it that way. For Marta, who didn't have many friends at all, it was strange to think about for too long, and on her bad days, she'd say that they weren't friends at all. But then Dahl went and offered her a job at the gym. Marta knew that the place had to have agreed to work with the cops in the Capital, agreed to whatever the program required for jobs. It baffled Marta why Dahlia would do something like that, but she was grateful. More than she could say. So when Dahl had told her that she needed someone to make sure the gym was open for the early birds, Marta agreed to get there by 6am to open the place.
Though she wasn't doing anything that was in the least way sporty, she fit in with the look of the place. Yoga pants and a tshirt had become her sort of uniform over the last few days, comfortable enough that she could move around while she did her job. Comfortable enough that throwing it on in the early morning wasn't as much of a hardship as the housekeeping outfit had been. In fact, everything about the new job was better than everything at the motel.
The people that worked out there, especially in the early mornings, weren't there for her at all. They were there for the exercise and the atmosphere, and she was still able to blend in. Fade into the background a bit. And while she still felt a little like she was disappearing at times, it didn't feel the same as she had just a short few weeks ago. Maybe it was the location, maybe it was the lack of hte motel owner, maybe it was being able to sleep just a little easier at night. Maybe, like today, it was that she didn't feel hunted while at work. She didn't feel like she was constantly waiting for someone to step up close behind her and breathe hot and sour in her ear while groping along her body.
It made it easier to get up at 5am to throw on her clothes, eat breakfast, and go to work. All Marta had to do was get there and open the doors. Make sure that the lights were on. The rest of her shift was filled with back-and-forth, making sure customers had what they needed while she took care of things like the towels: gather the dirty, wash them, fold them again and make sure they were stocked on the shelves. She cleaned the locker rooms and bathrooms, nothing near as bad as some of the rooms at the motel had been. And at the end of her shift, she went back to her room at Destiny's place. It wasn't exciting, but she didn't need exciting. She was making enough to give Destiny some rent, and still had more staying in her pocket than she'd had before. It was a good deal for her.
Even if it did give her mind a chance to wander and think over things she may have not wanted to think about.