<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/stephenking/images/8/8f/1384943687077_cutie-chloe-chloe-moretz-31234359-1707-2560.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131127081114)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Denise Matthews<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parker Commons Ground area<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>N/A, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Getting bags off the taxy!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Long black jeans, white shirt, hat [optional]<br/><hr/><br/>Matty looked outside the window as the driver made his way on the streets to her new home. She had already settled things and got the keys from the owner and had the appartment number, sending all the heavy stuff beforehand she now takes the bags that contained the most important stuff. With enough on her pocket to last a few months she knew that she had to find a new job otherwise she would be in for trouble but in a city like this she doubted that she would have any trouble with it, aside from her gender.<br/><br/>She knew however or at least she was told that this city was very lenient on transgendered people reason why she made it here. As the taxy driver stopped in front of a building she nodded and gave him cash to pay for the trip. The man smiled and pocketed the money before getting out and opening the trunk which was filled with four big bags full of stuff. “Appartment 108... wonder on what floor it's that darn room” she got a small room to start knowing full well that she would not need much, as long as she had internet the rest was easy.<br/><br/>She sighed as she noticed the guy putting all of her bags on the corner of the building, “Thanks”. She nodded shaking his hand and watching him leave. “Bastard could at least help me get these things inside” shaking her head she placed her hands on her waist and sighed, “Now how to get these things up to my place.  She sighed and scratched the back of her head before she decided to start trying at least.<br/><br/>Grabbing one of the bags with wheels she began to pull them up the stairs while she had another bag on her back. Clearly she was doing more than she bargained for the drugs that she took taking away most of the strenght she could have, “Mom... you bitch”. Shaking her head she finally pulled the wheeled bag inside the building before going down the stairs and picking up another bag and slowly bringing it up the stairs.<br/><br/>She looked very strange, a girl without barely anything in muscle trying to lift heavy bags. Some of those bags she had to drag through the floor until she got to the building. “Now if this place doesn't have any elevators I am fucked” she shook her head. If people knew about her she was sure that nobody would come to help thinking that she was a freak but she didn't care she could handle her own more than enough.