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October 19th, 2006

Tags: departure, jesse Subject: It's Been Real Time: 05:25 pm Current Mood: cranky

~~~~~~ Non Journal Entry ~~~~~~ There was nothing quite like being all grown up but being made to feel four years old again. That was Jesse Cervantes’ current predicament. It would seem that in spite of all her measures, her father had discovered the truth and taken it upon his overly moralistic self to travel all the way to Vegas and bring her home. Apparently using (read: abusing) her gift was unacceptable and he was taking her back before she did more harm than good. Arguing with him was pointless but Jesse did it anyways because damn if she was going to let someone – even if that someone is her father – take her life away. They’d gone in circles, always coming back to the same point more than actually talking like they should have done. Jesse had point blank refused to go home and he’d threatened to cut her off which Jesse had realised wasn’t as bad as being made to give up the life she had created for herself. She wasn’t proud of what she had done but it was the only way, the only choice she had left. Jesse had called on all her skills to lie to her father, right to his face, even looking him in the eye as she spoke the words: “I’ll come home.” She had no intention of returning home and later proved this by packing up the things and catching the first bus out of Vegas. She’d worry about school later and she’d never had a binding contract with either newspaper or strip club, the only thing she had stopped to do was to write Cooper (leaving the note with someone she hoped would get it to him), the words were simple: ‘Had to skip town, long story. Wish I could’ve stayed, would’ve been sweet - thanks for the pool game, and you take care now. – Jesse P.S. Eden and I? We’re one and the same. Try not to forget us xoxo P.P.S. Number’s on the back, call me if you still want to talk.’ Simple as that, Jesse Cervantes and the stripper known as Eden were gone – like they’d never been there at all.

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September 2nd, 2006

Tags: jesse and grace Subject: Strange Company Time: 10:50 pm Current Mood: mellow

Rent was due and her bitch of a landlord had upped it by another hundred and Jesse god bless her cotton socks just couldn't cover it with the jobs she did at the newspapers. So it was time for Eden to go back to work, time for her to make the kind of money that Jesse Cervantes could only dream of making. Eden made what? Five hundred bucks a night and that was almost a month's paycheque. Whatever man, she'd worry about the dynamics later. For now, she had to get Eden working again so she was back at the club talking to the duty manager. The person that got left in charge when the other manager was too busy or plain lazy to get his ass into work. Seems that business was lacking without Eden and they were more than happy to have her back. "What kind of shifts would she be expected to work?" Jesse inquired, arching a slender eyebrow and leaning ever so casually against the wall. Veronica answered, "Late nights mostly. You know the clientele, Jesse. I'm thinking ten till four." Good time, most of the men were a little looser with their cash around that time and the rate of pay tended to go through the roof for overnight work. Jesse nodded her head, "Hours sound fine but what days? You know she can't do Mondays." The other woman nodded her head, "Yeah I know. How does Thursday to Saturday sound?" Jesse pulled out a small notepad, making a brief note of that and then nodding her head, "She should be available but I'll have to check and get back to you." Hunting. Tracking. Stalking. Use whatever word you wanted, it was all the same. Grace mostly just called it trolling. She'd been paying visits to Life's Retreat every few nights, keeping it random to avoid suspicion. Thus far, she had yet to spot anyone named Eden, stripper or otherwise. Didn't matter. She was still healing, the flesh beneath her black T shirt pinkish and still vulnerable, the broken ribs just mended. If she couldn't hunt, she might as well troll. ( Stalker ) Jesse sipped at her beer, writing off the other woman's presence for the moment as she allowed her body to unwind. It was like every muscle had caused protest at the exact same time. She was contemplating another visit to her masseuse, she was in Jesse's mind a miracle worker. She finished up her beer then packed away the things she had taken out of her bag then slid to her feet. The denim that had been abandoned was slid on over her arms again and tugged around the hourglass curves she was in possession of. One more glance at the pale skinned woman that had asked her for the time and then Jesse was heading out. Jesse had herself a warm bed and a nice apartment, she didn't know of anywhere else she wanted to be. Grace watched her go in the mirror, her own head slightly ducked as she took another swig of beer. She'd finish this drink and then clear out. At least now she had something to tell Riverson later, something for him to go on if he wanted to pursue this on his own. Whatever his reasons were. "Good night and good luck to you, darlin'," she said in a low voice, lifting her bottle to her mouth as she offered the woman an anonymous toast. "That one might be a bad fella to get annoyed at you."

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August 21st, 2006

Tags: working nights Subject: Oh, What A Night Time: 12:42 am Current Mood: working

~~~~~~ Non Journal Entry ~~~~~~ Jesse had been working overtime at the newspapers but she had to with Eden off the stage, she had to make her ends meet. Not that she had herself a lavish lifestyle but still, a girl had to live. Cooper was still in the back of his mind and she found herself worrying that one of these days he would put two and two together to make four but why did she care? Not like she’d ever felt wrong for doing what it was she did before him, fucking men. She snorted under her breath then caught the look the woman across from her was giving her so she just arched an eyebrow and asked, “What?” Fortunately enough the woman mumbled, “Nothing,” and looked away, which was just fine and dandy with Jesse. Honestly people were too nosey for their own good. When the bus drew to a stop, she slid out of her seat and walked to the steps before descending onto the sidewalk. She was covering a comedy set, she was to sit in the back and take pictures and hand them over in the morning. Not a bad way to make your living if you didn’t mind crap seats and an overabundance of testerone. Some of the comedians were as her boss had said, “chauvinistic pigs” which was just the reason he’d sent her into the lion’s den. Joy, what a fun night this was going to be.

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July 28th, 2006

Tags: eden, grant, jesse Subject: Houston We Have A Problem Time: 02:14 am Current Mood: surprised

Grant brushed his hands down the front of his shirt as he approached “Life’s Retreat,” one of the many establishments in Las Vegas where cold beer was served by women who wore very little. This place came recommended by more than a few of the guys that he worked with, so Grant decided that he would shoot out to see what all the talk was about. As he approached the doors, he sighed a quick prayer of thanks that he had decided to wear some nice clothes. As he made his way inside, he spied (among other things) a nice-looking long hardwood bar and made his way towards it. The place wasn’t packed out, but there was a good amount of patrons, most of them finding tables near the main stages. Grant took a bar seat for the time being, ordered a Corona and just took a moment to get acclimated to his new surroundings. Eden hadn't been scheduled to work but one of the other girls had called in sick so Jesse had gotten a call and she'd agreed to Eden working just as long as she didn't have to take to the stage. After much bargaining Ronald had said yes so Jesse had told him that Eden would be in as soon as possible. It wasn't hard to step into the stripper's skin, all it took was a change of clothes and a clear focus in her mind and Jesse Cervantes ceased to exist and all that was left was the blonde fantasy of every man's dreams. She'd slipped in through the back, made her way up to the changing room where clothes had been shed and replaced by a scattered assemble of leather and lace, long stiletto heels and glistening necklaces and bracelets that caught the light and shimmered just right. As promised Ronald had kept Eden off the stage and put her on tables and private rooms, if a man wanted a dance he'd go to Eden and she'd show him something he wouldn't soon forget. Jesse was currently wrapping herself around the pole through a table, passing a flirtatious smile to the man staring up at her before she tossed Eden's hair and let the music flow into and through her. She was so wrapped up in being Eden that she didn't even notice Cooper. ( Pickup Line ) ( A Private Show ) ( Stupid Rookie Mistake ) When Jesse got to the changing room, she slammed the door shut and locked it as she always did then just leaned back against it. "Fuck!" She cursed out loud and did so very vocally before she hurried to change and slip back into her own skin because being Eden tonight hadn't worked out and she vowed to avoid Cooper like the plague, she'd never let anyone see Jesse behind Eden and it couldn't happen again. He wouldn't even like what he saw, that much she was sure of. Grabbing her backpack she stepped out of the dressing room now back in her skin and crammed a lollipop into the depths of her mouth before she simply fled the scene because there was a chance he might come back and she wasn't willing to expose herself twice. Stupid rookie mistake.

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July 26th, 2006

Tags: jesse, non journal, routine Subject: Practice Makes Perfect Time: 01:42 am Current Mood: frustrated

~~~~~~ Non Journal Entry ~~~~~~ There was a distinct growl in Jesse Cervantes’ apartment, like an animal gone too long without food or had its bars rattled one too many times for its liking. She was trying out something new, something that would add a new routine to Eden’s nightly gig but the goddamn fan just would not work the way she wanted. Of course it also didn’t help that she couldn’t get her mind off a certain tall, dark and rather attractive man with a smile to light up a room and eyes that spoke of experience and she could only imagine what he did with those hands of his. Now she was flushed and a little red and her concentration slipped and the fan clattered to the ground and it was at this point that she dug her fingers into her hair and let loose with a frustrated cry. “Deep breaths Jess…” She muttered to calm herself down as the sweat was rolling over golden skin and her eyes were beginning to blaze with obvious annoyance, more at herself than anything else. Raking her fingers through her hair, she unfolded the lengths and then slipped them back into a black band. “You can do this.” Her eyes shot to the clock on the wall, she was meant to be a shoot in less than four hours. Glamour thing for one of the magazines, those were Jesse’s favourites. Picking up the oriental fan she’d bought along with its partner, she flicked one open. The right was no problem but the left, the left posed the problem. Every time she moved her wrist she caught the fan wrong and the flick resulted in the fan pulling back into itself or smacking out of her hand altogether. Damned frustrating that was for sure. Now she licked her bottom lip and flipped out the right and then followed with the left, it wasn’t perfect but it was close enough. She progressed in the routine, letting her hips learn every arch, every sway and she perfected the look she could imagine delivering as Eden from behind the tease of the fans. Now one of the trickier parts, spinning the fans through the air and catching them as she continued to move to the music like it was a part of her soul. She tossed up one, caught it and was feeling pretty cocky but that was until she missed the other and now she cursed rather loudly. If her mother could hear her now Jesse would be having her mouth washed out so quickly she wouldn’t know what hit her. Snatching up the fan, she narrowed her eyes at it and muttered. “Listen to me close you hear? You’re going to behave or God help me I am feeding you to the blender.” What’s the one way to tell that you’re well and truly screwed? When you started talking to inanimate objects. Nevertheless Jesse rolled her shoulders, flipped out the fans and went right back to the routine. She’d get this or die trying and frankly she didn’t feel like greeting the dead anytime soon.

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July 21st, 2006

Tags: purity, witch Subject: Working Girl Time: 12:09 am Current Mood: relaxed

Another night and another money making show to perform. The club was alive with the sounds of humanity’s finest, not that Jesse was complaining, those men and women helped to pay her rent amongst her other expenses. She’d slipped into Eden’s guise the moment she’d stepped out of her apartment. The differences between Jesse and Eden were visible for all to see, she always took her piercings out before parading around in Eden’s skin. It helped her feel like there was a clear divide between the two. Now the lights were dimming and the girl that had been on before was slipping past, giving her thumbs up and a passing message of luck. Not that Jesse needed it, Eden owned the stage. “She’s your fantasy, your every desire, please put your hands together for Eden!” In that moment the crowd erupted and Jesse murmured, “Show time,” under her breath before she put on a slow pink smile. The curtain parted and out she strode clad in a pair of knee high black leather stilettos, tight black corset and the tiniest pair of leather hot pants wrapped around her hips, they had a Velcro fastening and could come off as easily as water off a duck’s back. Music began and so did she, a slow teasing movement of hips and roll of her back which had all of her assets moving. It was truly remarkable how she managed to move in those heels. Back and forth she moved giving the crowd a wink and toying with that full bottom lip which had a few men falling out of their chairs. The music continued to pulse and the lights shimmered and glistened off pale flawless skin and with a slow provocative wiggle and shimmy of her hips, the leather hot pants were slid down enough to expose hipbones and a thin line of lace. The bottle of beer was brought to lips as wolf whistles sounded out through the club. As strip clubs went this was one of the decent ones. Not sleazy, and with bouncers that cared for the dancers. It was Purity's first night visiting this one. It was something she felt she had to do. Visit each one in Vegas, see what was what. A girl had to get some entertainment from somewhere without absolutely having to get in trouble. The beer was sipped and the cold bottle was played between both palms. Cold water trickling down the glass, the heat making it sweat. Only after the music started and the crowds died down did the Witch turn on her seat to regard the woman on stage. One, slow blink being taken at the fluid way she appeared to move. Another at her beauty just before she tilted her head to watch the blonde. Mesmerizing. Almost hypnotic in the way she captured everyone's eye. Including the bar staff. Not that anyone was currently ordering anything. Attention was fully focused on the woman everyone wanted at this present time. Though for Purity the attraction didn't just come from the way she moved or her good looks. No... It was the way she knew she held everyone's attention. This woman knew just how good she was, and she was using it all to her advantage. She was in control, the one with the power. Leaving everyone watching to weaken. ( Risqué  ) ( Would You Still Like Me If You Knew Me? ) Would she still want to have a burger if she knew that Eden was only a costume? She turned with a pivot of hips barely covered by the outfit for her next set. “Maybe but you’d have to ask my PA.” Truthfully and honestly she’d never worn Eden’s skin for longer than entirely necessary. “She’s a little protective, name's Jesse.” Having said that Eden took her leave, stride slow and easy. Yes she would. There was just a feeling in her gut that there was something different about this girl than all the rest. Purity didn't know how, or why. It was just a feeling. A feeling she'd learned to trust. It helped when you were magically inclined. "I look forward to meeting her then. I'll be right here." She didn't blame Eden for wanting someone to talk to her. It was good to know she had someone to watch her back. After all, she must get many offers from supposed 'decent' men, and woman, each night. Oddly it was comforting that she didn't just go.

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July 13th, 2006

Tags: searchlight Subject: Brand New Day Time: 07:27 pm Current Mood: restless

~~~~~~ Non Journal Entry ~~~~~~ Gum was chewed and then rolled around a tongue before a rather large pink bubble was protruding past a pierced lower lip. “So this is Searchlight huh? What a dump.” She mused out loud, not seeming to give a damn for the passing locals. Jesse was as one would say, vocal and quite in your face with opinions. Had been since she’d turned fifteen and that hadn’t changed in the last ten years. She snapped the strawberry scented bubble then dragged in the strings of gum to further chew it into submission. “Never would figure a place like this would be picture worthy,” But whatever right? The papers paid her and she took the pictures, it was an amicable arrangement so who was she to question their great and wonderful wisdom? Blowing away her hair, she pulled the waistband of her jeans down until narrow slithers of bone beneath a golden brown skin peeked out and black lace practically dared people to look. If one was to look close, they’d see the small fissures in the otherwise cocky veneer that Jesse had perfected to a tee. She’d never make eye contact with all the admirers; she’d just clear her throat uncomfortably and then exhale out slow before hurrying her step along. Hell if she had come to this town as Eden she wouldn’t have given a damn but she hadn’t, she was here as Jesse and Jesse had a different approach to things. Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around the camera and brought it up to her eye level and soon a few snaps were heard. Apparently Searchlight had experienced some kind of blackout and a riot had ensued, least that’s what Ed said. It was news worthy, you’d never figure that a town like Vegas would be interested in a small out of the way town with locals that looked as if they’ve maybe gotten a little too close for human comfort. Flashing what was an insincere smile at the passing over sixties; she turned away and aimed her lens in another direction. To get as many angles as possible, maybe if she was lucky she could find some people to pose where this so called riot had taken place. A girl could hope but in a town like this, maybe that was hoping for too much.

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July 12th, 2006

Tags: introduction Subject: Fever Of 103 Time: 11:38 pm Current Mood: working

~~~~~~ Non Journal Entry ~~~~~~ With all the hooting and hollering, the crowd was surging and the club was louder than it had been for many days. The blonde bombshell that paraded back and forth rolled her hips and swung her long locks around her. Pale skin danced with the glitter that had been smoothed over it with great abandon before the beginning of her set. Her every twist and every turn, all of it soaked up with hungry eyes that seemed to dance in the audience. The music was followed through in one slow motion, every inch of her body reacting until it was hard to tell where she began and the music ended. She was one with it and it was one with her. Eventually the set came to its finish complete with a removal of top and a quick flash of skin which was then hidden by the sway of her backside as she took herself into the back and off the stage. Congratulatory noises were made as she passed the girls that would follow her and the smallest twitch of her lips, deep red and startling against the hue of skin that was hidden beneath makeup and glitter. "Great set, Eden!" Ronald, the owner of the club in question enthused as he watched her in the mirror once she had seated herself to begin the cleansing of glitter. You know what they said about men like him, they could look but they'd never get to touch. Fat fingers, greedy mouths and pockets full of dough but no charisma and little to no chance in hell if the woman cared about something beyond the materialistic. Eden slid her eyes up, watched him in the reflected surface and then simply reached behind her, long nailed fingers twitching as if to say: "Money please." Ronald having been at the receiving end of this time after time spared no hesitation and provided the wad of bills that he knew Eden loved, probably more than anything or anyone in this world. "Same time tomorrow?" She asked as she quietly counted the bills, one at a time, always careful not to miss one. Ronald loved women but he loved money more. Ronald nodded his head, "Same time tomorrow." Interaction complete and lingering gaze passed over the woman sat in front of him and then he was gone. As he left Eden rose and walked to shut and lock the door. A moment later, blonde locks seemed to darken from the roots and slowly but surely a black colour began to overcome every strand. This transformation seemed to extend to the previously ivory skin. White gave way to brown and it reached from her face, down her arms and all the way to her fingers. A rich mahogany colour replaced blue eyes and now fingers plucked away fake nails and placed them into a bag along with the outfits Jesse Cervantes wore night after night as she took on the guise of Eden and stepped into fiction. A black shirt and a pair of jeans replaced the previously skimpy attire and she soon dragged her fingers through her hair to tie it back. The wad of bills shoved deep into a pocket and would later be put into a bank account that would be grateful for its presence. Jesse had become known as Eden's personal assistant and no-one had ever questioned it, had never wondered why the two women were never seen together. Ronald didn't care just as long as Eden performed, business meant money after all. The change from Eden to Jesse always left her tired and on the brink of lethargy so she always bought with her a supply of candy and always started it before she'd left the club. She worked out enough to balance out the intake of sugar, it was important she kept herself in peak physical condition for the change to be effective. Smiling her goodbyes and muttering something about Eden having gone for the night Jesse wove her way through the crowd, no-one giving her as much as a second glance when before all their eyes had been glued to her every movement. She wore a secret smile as she alone had access to that knowledge and she couldn't help but get a little kick out of it. Appearances could be very deceiving and in her case sometimes they could be a complete lie.

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