" You're a pink pony girl -- and you dance at the club. "
name: Cori Noah James nickname(s): CJ, Cor birthday: may 21, 2001 astrology: taurus/gemini cusp gender: cis female occupation: freelance makeup artist notable connections: TBA resides in: Brooklyn, NY (Please read below for more - tw sex work and other adult themes )
i.
on a humid May day - the NYPD received a call that a newborn baby, no older than a couple of weeks old, have been dropped off at the 99th precinct in Brooklyn. her parents? no where to be found, disappearing like ghosts in the night. she spent her first four years of her life in an orphanage, some kids getting adopted and finding their forever home, others returning to repeat the same cycle over and over again. as life would have it, it seemed the little girl's fate would be the former, thankfully. they decided to name her Cori. The couple, who was unable to have children of their own, welcomed her into their family as theirs. It helped that their appearance and facial features were similar to Cori's, both in hair color and structure. There was never any question.
ii.
Until there was. Even if her family gave her everything she needed - a roof of her head, food in her belly, a fun and safe childhood, she always felt like there was something off. Or missing. She figured it was just due to her naturally artistic nature, taking up the tortured artist mantle from a young age. Painting, drawing, sculpting - art was the one true place where she felt like she could be herself, like that missing void wasn't there. even for a second. Around the time she was 16, they were looking to move to Connecticut. Not too far, just a train ride south, into a new house that coincided with her father's new job. As she was helping move boxes, she stumbled upon a box that was labeled "CNJ files". She assumed that these would be projects, artifacts from her childhood...but instead, they were adoption papers. Files. Indicators that she wasn't her parents child and there was potentially a whole other family out there. One that didn't want her. This was something she couldn't and WOULDN'T accept. Packing up as much clothes she had in a bag and taking off, she wouldn't be there to move into the new house, opting to find this new family herself. She was able to track down the name of the woman who was her biological mother a few months after, only to find out that this woman had unfortunately overdosed on heroin 4 years after she was born. There was no chance now that she'd meet the woman that brought her into this world, much less have a relationship with her. That was crushing. And even more so? She had ruined the family that she DID have. There was no way they would welcome her back after she deserted them, left without a trace - much like how her mother had left her at the beginning of her life. Now, it was time to fend for herself. At all costs.
iii.
from job to job, couch to couch, Cori spent the time until she was 18 just trying to make do. Ramen noodles were a common fixture in her diet, her feet aching every single night from both walking to work and being on them all day from work - regardless if she was waitressing, cashiering or stocking in the local bodega. as soon as she turned 18, the girl she was rooming with suggested that she join her at the local strip club. seeing firsthand how much her roommate was able to make in one night? she was sold. At the club, she was known as "CJ" , the carefree bubbly girl that was always down to party. She prided herself on being the friendliest one in the club and the one who always took care of her customers, whether that was for a dance inside of the club - or for the right place, other things outside of the club. Naturally, she would have her repeat customers inside the club and often times, they would be wrestlers. The ones you'd see on TV. She hadn't watched wrestling since she was a kid, so she had no idea most were, much less was she a fan. As weeks and time passed, she noticed they were coming to the club more and more frequently - and asking for her, specifically. She was happy for the money ... until the offer to hang out more came along. However, it wasn't the typical out-of-the-club offer, it was an offer for a part-time job. It was known in the club that she was the one who did the makeup of all the girls and with being naturally artistic, the translation to doing wrestler's makeup couldn't be much harder? So, for the days that she's not needed to go a makeup job for one of the wrestling companies - you'll find her at the club, to which she leads an incredibly low-key existence, a double life that isn't known to her co-workers yet.
