-Full name-
Jaylene Sullivan
-Nickname-
Soda Pop
-Age-
17
-Orientation-
Straight as a board.
-Eye color-
Green
-Height-
5'6"
-Weight-
116 lbs.
He's got a soul as sweet as blood red jam
And he shows me, he knows me
Every inch of my tar black soul
He doesn't mind I have a flat broke down life
In fact he says he thinks it's why he might like about me
Admires me, the way I roll like a Rolling Stone
Likes to watch me in the glass room bathroom, Chateau Marmont
Slippin' on my red dress, puttin' on my makeup
Glass film, perfume, cognac, lilac
Fumes, says it feels like heaven to him
Her and her friends go way back; in fact they're probably the only ones who know she didn't dive right into cocaine. When she was going through junior high, getting high was all there was to do. She used to bide her time hanging out, laying around on couches with her girls and smoking joints and emptying the fridge while watching Adventure Time. Jaylene was never one to pass up a party invitation, there were rarely any that she missed. When the posse all got older, they attended bigger, better bangers. And it was then that pot was nothing more to Jaylene than a gateway drug and began - what she presently sees in hindsight as perhaps, the beginning of her spiral. Whether that spiral led up or down, she can't be sure anymore.
Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan were too often away on business trips to even notice that their daughter was blitzed out of her mind 80% of the time. And when they were home, they were too busy having work conferences via telephone or stacking files and penciling in appointments to their swamped schedules. But they always attempted to make up for it by pouring a generous amount of money into Jaylene's bank account every 3-5 days.
She's the object of envy when she's seen driving her light green, 2013 BMW 5 Series Gran Turismo. Although she claims it's 'her baby' it's seen more than a handful of accidents and roadkill. However, she tended to it accordingly with tune-ups and washed it twice a week in her driveway where she could be seen half naked, playing around like a child and scrubbing its exterior. A lot of people think she's entirely too young to be driving let alone have such a nice, new car. But who really gives a shit? Definitely not Jaylene. Besides, the folks back home in Belleville were so conventional.
Growing up was a huge pain in the ass, at least that's how Jaylene would put it. Moving from place to place wasn't only obnoxious but stupidly hard to adapt to. Even though she didn't have much trouble making friends, when she was so frequently hopping around the globe with her parents she struggled socially. A lot of the kids found her weird because she used an extended vocabulary and wore designer clothes.
Finally her parents settled down in Canada, taking up a job where they traveled separately. At first Jaylene thought the place was weird, quirky, and too goddamn cold. Slowly but surely she got used to her surroundings and came into her own. It was weird when she found herself with a consistent group of friends that lasted eighth grade through high school. Through her trials and tribulations with them, they've hardly wavered. The way Jaylene saw it, she was in full bloom and having the time of her life getting high and having fun, earning herself the nickname, "Soda Pop."
'Soda Pop' comes from the extended descent of cocaine through coca cola. Her friends thought it was perfect. In the past they were all pretty close and pregamed regularly together. If her parents had a clue about what their daughter was getting into at the time, they'd have probably blamed her circle of friends. But, insensible they remained regardless of the car accidents. Whenever Mrs. Sullivan had free time while home, she bought everyone pizza and orders her beloved designer cupcakes for Jaylene and her friends. Rituals such as those are mere memories as it stands.
Of course, like a lot of girls she knew, Jaylene went through a short-lived 'slut phase', as she calls it. It was a painful journey into her marrow where she finally found after ten too many one-night-stands, that love for herself couldn't be achieved through others. Especially not the ones she was messing around with. She still has a potentially dangerous and flirty personality but tries not to have any more one-nigh-stands like the ones that stained her history. And none of them consisted of her inner circle, oh hell no. "Never fuck your homies."
But rules were meant to be broken. It was perhaps when Jaylene decided to break her own golden rule for what she thought was shits and giggles, that everything steered out of control. In a matter of hours after one haphazard costume party, she knew more about her friend Kaleb than she ever predicted. And what was worse about that situation was knowing it and loving him more for it. As she ascertained monstrosities and truth amongst herself and her friends, Jaylene found herself embarrassed and paranoid. Sure, the ridiculous consumption of cocaine didn't help her persecution complex either. Between delving into unexplored territory and being thrown into intimacy with one her best friends, Jaylene basically flew off the handle. And that's when everything went to shit. She couldn't just tell her friends she hooked up with Kaleb. Things would have went on the same, as if nothing ever happened, if the housekeeper didn't essentially issue an intervention.
That's what sealed it. Jaylene absolutely lost her mind at the thought of someone who was aware of her habits for so long - telling her she had a problem. All at once everything closed in on her and Vera betrayed her. In came the RN, escorted by a police officer who seemed to think their approach was subtle. But to a coked out teen, it was anything but. Jaylene would like to say the rest is history, but it was far more grave than some vacuous old history. Much like a cornered animal, the Sullivan girl more or less attacked, leaving a cop shot in the leg as she fled Belleville where one of her friends Summer was left, wailing for her to come back, to not leave her behind.
Fear took hold, coalescing with the coke and piloting Jaylene Sullivan halfway across the world. In fact she somehow landed herself right in Summerlin where by sheer dumb luck, she met Liam. Liam is a young writer who has a passion for journalism, art and all things expressive. His charm combined with his sarcasm and natural gallant ways rendered Jaylene an object of his charm. He took her under his wing and in some forms filled her void. While working two jobs, Liam isn't around most days. During this time, Jaylene fulfills house chores and mostly sits around. Liam spoils the girl rotten and tries to keep her proactive to the best of his ability, but it has proved not to be the easiest task. After a few months of Vegas and Liam's apartment, Jaylene is close to tapping out. It feels as though she's been hiding for an eternity, closed off from the world.