,, the beauty in life

[jade]

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' ' The library was an interesting place. It was either the last place you would expect to find Jade Emerson, or the first place you would expect to find her. It all depended on what part of her life you knew about. It was a rare person in deed that may know about both. If you knew her as Dr. Jade Emerson, the dorky, sometimes cold, other times excitable BioChemist, hell bent on saving the world? If that was the Jade you knew, the idea that she would be at the library made complete and utter sense. But if instead you knew the Jade Emerson who worked for the Russians, the Jade that did as she was told, followed any instructions she had which for the most part involved opening her legs. The sex escort Jade, most people would not place her here on a day off. But regardless of what anyone else believed, the public library was in fact a place Jade could be found rather regularly. If she was not dealing with either of her jobs, the library, the park, the beach, but the secluded part where the tide pools all formed, outdoors was big with her. Made sense since she was a biochemist. She looks young to be a doctor, I know, but she is young and she does have a doctorate, two technically, in biochemistry and geology. Jade was only twenty two but she had always been... well, advanced in terms of the academics. Ever since she was a child, growing up in Jaipur, India with her family.

Her father was a captain for the British Army, or should I say her step father. She didn't know he wasn't her father until she was almost ten. But enough had happened for her to hardly see him as a father at all. For now, we can just say that her step father was highly abusive. He never liked Jade that much. Now, Jade thinks part of him may have known since her birth that she was not actually his child, of course he did not find out about the affair until she did. Her step father had mocked Jade most of her childhood before verbal abuse turned into physical abuse. It was because of him she worked with the Russians. Sort of. Jade ran away with her birth father. They hid in Russia, in a small community. Their neighbors that they befriended just happened to be a part of the Russian Bratva, which was a fairly large criminal organization. When her step father found them, he killed her birth father and forced her to come back with him, but before they pulled away, one of the older Russian gentleman, one of the neighbors, a man who had always been polite to us but who had also a reputation for being in the Russian Bratva, powerful man, a threatening looking man, tall, stocky and with a large scar on his face, He came to say goodbye. You could tell he was intimidating to Jade's step father and almost broke his hand when he shook it. He then came over to Jade, hugged her, and said goodbye. When she was in the car, she noticed he had slipped a note into her pocket. It had his number on it and just said, "We can arrange something to help you when you need it."

When she had arrived home, she had received the attack of a lifetime. She had gotten very close to death so while she had not previously planned for it, she called the Russian man, and they made the deal. He would get her set up far away and take care of her step father for her, and when she turned sixteen, she would do some work for them, and as long as she didn't try to run or complain, she could earn tips, and during the days she could live her life, go to school. Work a real job. The offer was good, she took it. It was how she got involved as a sex escort but honestly, she was alright with it. She didn't love it but it paid nicely in tips usually. The men were usually more gentle than her step father had ever been, not always but usually. And it only took up some of her nights, her days she usually had free to work or study, or go to the library such as this afternoon. This afternoon, after changing out of her nicer work clothes that she didn't see the point of since they were covered in a white coat anyways, she had gotten herself down to the public library. She needed to pick up a few academic journals to photocopy for a class one of her colleagues wanted her to babysit for tomorrow. She worked for the University but she did not really teach at all. Just worked in the lab. But she was willing to step in, when she had to. Although, she much preferred the bacteria in algie samples to most humans, especially when half the people in those classes were here age or older. Jade pulled out one binding of the Journal of Geology and flipped it open to the article she needed before carrying it over to the copying machines. She opened the machine and flopped the large book down, making sure to keep it straight and flat but not so much so that the binding was damaged.

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[elise miranda morgan]

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It was a lie a lot of people told, she knew it. However, Elise had a distinct discomfort when it came to being bound up, even if it were her own making and her sheets happened to furl around her in the middle of the night. Wrestling with the sheets, she didn’t realize until she was on the hardwood floor of her bedroom floor that she was far too close to the end. With a groan, she removed the sheets from her shoulders. It was time to go to the library, it was time to power-force knowledge into her head for finals that were only a few weeks away. Today was another day of studying; finals seemed to creep up on her. Well, not really, but Elise had a certain strategy when it came to finals. She would start studying a month before, as crazy, illogical and heinous as it sounded, but for this twenty one year old with a minimal social life, it was a helpful plan. She thrived on plans, really. It was why she and Jack had gotten along so swimmingly when they first met, she adored plans and he was hell-bent on making and executing them. It was a good mix. It worried her though, since she happened to be a worrier, that when Liam, her beloved brother of a cousin would sometimes go out of his way and not follow the perfectly laid up plans when they robbed banks. That was a funny sentence in itself, she being a bank robber. It sounded like a legitimate plot from the movies, a bunch of kids trying, and succeeding to hustle a ton of money. But she didn’t want to think about things like getting caught one day, because she knew it was inevitable. It was, because this was real life and not the fantasy land of Hollywood where they can manipulate endings on whim. That was freedom, something that hardly applied in real life. Honestly speaking though, Elise would have some very vivid dreams of an assignment gone wrong, and thus they would all go to jail. The sad thing was that the prison part did not alarm her as much as being separated from the boys. They would probably all wind up in the same penitentiary whereas Elise would have to be shipped off to some women’s prison in Nevada or somewhere awful. It did not bother her anymore that she was taking part of something illegal; it only bothered her that any assignment could go wrong at any time. It was essentially a surreal experience; she still couldn’t believe that she and her friends actually did this for a living using that in the loosest of terms. They were joy riding on the adrenaline more that living, which she knew for a fact. It was a high that was inescapable, the way her gut prickled when everything fell together seamlessly. She only wished that the rest of her life went just as smoothly, such as this morning when she was running around, trying to find the pieces of her textbook that happened to be scattered over her room in the remnants of some Valkyrie bank brochures and coding assignments. Brushing away the excess papers, she managed to grab her school bag and stuff the pages of the textbook she needed along with a few notebooks and the lecture notes that she needed to photocopy. Ugh, why didn’t she just wake up when she needed to? It was so much easier than running around on one leopard print pump and one pink fuzzy slipper, trying to find all her things. Finally, after locating matching shoes, her keys and the graphing calculator, she locked up her apartment and skipped down the three flights of stairs. The breeze picked up a little, turning the morning into something crisp as opposed to something tender and young. She huddled slightly, running down the streets to the library, rounding the corner as her heels violently clacked against the concrete steps. She leapt up two-by-two, not daring to attempt the elusive three-by-three in four inch heels as her hand curled over the handle of the great doors of the library. She entered a little flustered, her breathing settling immediately as the silence invaded her. Elise located the two lone photocopiers, set aside in the Far East corner of the building; with her head hung low she marched towards the machinery. As she walked closer, she saw a blonde at one and…oh goodness, it couldn’t be. It was out of order; the other ancient photocopier was out of order. On a day such as today whilst she needed to copier pages upon pages, one machine was down. As a sign of defeat, she stood a few feet behind the blonde, casually glancing at what she was photocopying. Oh, geology, just the class she had a final in too. She wanted, however, to remain silent like good strangers were supposed to be… But Elise was hardly a good stranger, for before she could possibly stop herself, she peered over the woman’s shoulder, “What section are you copying? Not to sound creepy but I’m in that class…” She asked softly, brushing a lock of hair from her eyes as she readjusted her bag on her shoulder. and takes a moment to assess the sins she's paid for

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