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Jaylene Sullivan

"One hell of a party in Vegas? Whatever - I've been living here long enough to see through that."

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a character in “Las Vegas: Skin City”, originally authored by hoodrattt, as played by RolePlayGateway

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-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



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"You're seriously the biggest snob I've ever met in my life." The last time Jaylene heard that she spilled her PBR all over the nappy headed tramp who said it and shrugged and walked away. Jaylene has heard it a thousand times, it's not like she can deny it. Even all of her friends know it. She comes from money and she has a tendency to act the part; cliche, rude, and occasionally power hungry.

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.

So begins...

Jaylene Sullivan's Story

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I don't even remember what Belleville looks like anymore.

The thought was downright funereal. Mourning the loss of her life and her second selves had become enough to ruin her completely even in spite of being the apple of Liam's eye. 2,366 miles from home was like orbiting the solar system completely alone. "They're not gone, Jaylene - it's not like they're dead. Why don't you just get in touch with them?" It wasn't that simple. The fear of being tracked in any fashion kept Jaylene at least ten feet from the computer and phone at all times. Then she'd be stapled to numerous crimes. Not to mention at least one felony. In some ways she became comparable to an invalid exhibiting severe paranoia. Her debit card, phone… Everything remotely traceable was gone. Jesus Christ, I shot a fucking cop, she thought to herself. And all at once, the vivid impressions of Belleville and what she left behind came back tenfold.

Jaylene rested her head against the ivory shingles of Liam's apartment, her legs crossed, tawny and shining in the sinking Vegas sun. Untamed tresses of blond hair trailed down her torso. She rocked on the patio chair, the soles of her bare feet pressed to the balcony banister. Mindlessly one hand raveled and entwined in her hair that had grown an impressive few inches since she stopped abusing it with heat rollers, flat irons and wands. A couple hundred feet below her was the conventional liveliness of Summerlin, Las Vegas. The Sullivan girl's eyes batted in half time as if she were a jaded doll, emerald irises vitreous with meditation.

Some things hurt beyond words or thoughts. The parents that Jaylene considered anything but irreplaceable began to sink their obscured claws into her heart in a successful effort to remind her that the girl who resided in Belleville was nothing but a ghost, an impression like footprints on the shoreline, taken by the tide as if they never. Even. Existed.

Without so much as a word or knowledge of how they felt, Jaylene's heart wrenched for them and for herself.

And she'd never bothered to explain in comprehensive detail exactly what she left behind. She was sure Liam got the principle and basic idea, especially with Summer and Avery. It couldn't be difficult for anyone to understand, not with the way Jaylene's eyes would ignite when she talked about Summer and her infectious smile, her outgoing and friendly mannerisms that really could wrap anyone around her finger. The girl absolutely treasured her, even owed this unorthodox reverence to her for her staunch friendship that at times surpassed the love Jaylene perceived from her parents. in addition to all the other inward anguish were the words that clung to Jaylene's conscience. "Please Jay. Bay.""I can't lose you." Traces of Kite speckled Jaylene's mind like bittersweet homesickness. Almost like - the dwelling aftertaste of something sweet that a person knows they ought to not buy more of but still crave it so fatally bad that… it's all they think about. No Electric Daisy Festival was going to rid Jaylene of that.

Then there was Mitzie. Poor Mitz. If Jaylene ever had to solemnly contend a soulmate it surely would have been the purebred, snow-coated Shiba Inu she left back home. On the days that Jaylene did dare to leave the house, she was disappointed upon returning not to hear the yipping of an excited puppy. Liam's house was great - modern, upscale and cozy enough. But it was vacant and lifeless. No friends. No Mitzie.

One foot flicked itself over the other, twitching with anxious rhythm. A shot rung out in the atmosphere, splintering her rumination but restoring it to the maximum in synchrony. Fireworks. The tip of Jaylene's nose quirked, her sternum jerking to one side with recognition. Tuffets of gray smoke zigzagged to meet the balcony, just narrowly skimming the surface of her skin and infiltrating her senses enough to paint the face in her mind that treasured an open flame. It's been so long. Her stomach plummeted as she envisioned Kaleb's enigmatic eyes, the structure of his cheeks and perfectly angled jaw. An indistinct groan rumbled inside her ribs until finally she choked promptly and wiped at her eyes just in time to prevent tears. Green eyes stared out into the adjacent neighborhood as Jaylene rested the chair on all its legs again to get to her feet. Heartache over Brik was nonexistent anymore - and it was completely bizarre to her that it had gone away and been replaced with the longingness to experience the rapport between herself and Kaleb just one more time. But she had to be real with herself, it would never happen again. And why would he even be remotely interested after how she treated him before she took off? Dogging him out and acting like nothing ever happened. That wasn't fair to Kaleb who had confided in Jaylene about his deepest agonies and secrets.

ImageWith irritation she grabbed the plastic patio furniture by one side, throwing it haphazardly against the exterior wall, "Two thousand, three hundred and sixty fucking six!" She kicked it with a bare foot before stomping into the quiet home. After immersing her in a long bubble bath, she hopelessly crawled into Liam's California King while the sun was still well alive, She wondered if her friends missed her as much as she missed them, expressionless and nugatory as she grabbed at the comforter. She rolled onto her side, bare and only hidden partially by the blanket. It wasn't until she heard the locks popping and unlatching that she looked remotely interested in being awake or alive.

"Hellooooooo," his untroubled, deep voice filled the void in the home. Jaylene thought about calling out, but she was too deadpan. The sound of his keys dropping onto the table informed her he was heading straight for the bedroom. The stereo system flicked on, lulling something by The Weeknd. Once to the doorway, Liam stood against the dark oak frame, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He drew his palm against the back of his head prior to ruffling his dark umber hair completely and messing up any style it had to it. His hollowed cheeks puffed up when he finally grinned and padded towards the bed, "Napping?" Jaylene unenthusiastically and drudgingly shook her head, letting her eyes roll back and her head settle into the pillow.

"You didn't go out today?"
Liam frowned as he laid beside her.
"No-ope…"
"I left money in - - - "
"Yeah, you left money in the box above the fridge; I didn't want to take your money."
"You could have called Demi, she would have come over and kept you company."
"I don't like being around her." Jaylene furrowed her brow with guilt.
"You don't like my sister?"
"She reminds me of Summer and it… it sucks."

ImageLiam pulled Jaylene against his chest, pressing his lips to her hair. She was inundated by the smell of his cologne and processed paper as she closed her eyes and melded into his form. Sighing heavily, Liam ran his hands through Jaylene's hair and confessed, "I was scared when I took you in that I'd get in a lot of trouble. But now, that feeling kinda doesn't exist. What I'm scared of now is that you won't go back into the world." Liam resigned from his speech, pinning Jaylene to the bed and tilting his head, "You need to get up, we need to get dinner. There's no food."

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees

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In the front seat of the SUV Summer was sleeping peacefully, she was dreaming of the past when Mordi was alive and Jay never left. It feels so long ago when they were all happy at the lake, laughing, drinking, and getting high. It was when she wasn't so far gone into the drugs, it was when her mother was still around. The dream didn't last too long, turning into a complete nightmare. There was fire, her friends were lost, sruck in the fire.

She woke up panting, gasping for breath. She was sweating so bad, taking a deep breath she looked over to Kaleb who was driving. She wasn't sure what day it was or where they were. All she knows is she is sick of being in the car, she was sick of the bumps and the neverending road. Music was blaring from the radio, Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragon. She smiled a little then looked out the window.

"Kal, how much farther? Im sick of being in this car" she said as she took out a cigarette and lit it up. They were in the US but she wasn't sure where, she has never been out of Canada before. Looking over to Kaleb she lit a cigarette for him and handed it to him before he could even ask. "Kaleb what if Jay goes back home....what if she goes home and we aren't there?" She has asked before but there really was no answer. She was missing her best friend, no one was like Jay. Reaching into her bag she took out a couple pills and popped them into her mouth. She just wanted to escape but with Kaleb beside her she had to be careful not to take so much, she believed she has convinced him that shes not too far gone with the drugs. Thats what Summer wanted Kaleb to think, but it wasn't true shes been wanting more and more and it was getting harder to refuse. Her stash was getting low, she hopes they would make it to Las Vegas soon.

It was then that she saw a sign <i>Las Vegas 20 miles</i>. "Kaleb look! We are almost there" she smiled and rolled down her window. There was some kind of festival going on and Kaleb said it was going to be fun. She agreed to go because she wasn't sure what else she would be doing. They were on the run from everyone and Las Vegas was the perfect place to go.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees

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Somehow Kaleb and Summer had made it into U.S. of A, taking turns to drive straight through the night - only stopping once so that Kaleb could take out money from his fathers ATM card and twice for gas. Maybe it was far fetched but he felt like something was telling him that he and Summer should go to EDC, Las Vegas. He knew as soon as they hit the road. Of course it wasn't for a couple weeks, so they spent their time visiting different landmarks and cities along the way. They had turned the truck into their home, blankets lining the bed of the truck where they huddled together late at night. It was ironic how once he finally decided to get over Summer he had been thrown into this life with her. All they had now was each other, finding small jobs along the way to make extra money.

One night they looked at the stairs while parked up by the Grand Canyon, re telling stories from a life they once lived. Tears streaked their cheeks as pangs of homesickness or realization of what a hole they dug for themselves overwhelmed them, causing them to crumple into each others hold. It seemed like it had all been a far fetched dream, their new life together in America was all they had now.

As for Jaylene, well Kaleb would never have to bring her up, Summer had no problem bringing it up on her own. Gripping the wheel in a mixture of anger and grief, Kaleb then lit his own cigarette in thought. "Jay left us, Kite. I couldn't really care less if I ever see her again." He said coldly, keeping his eyes on the road and letting the uncomfortable silence fall between himself and Summer.
It wasn't that Kaleb had begun to harbor a grudge against Jaylene, he knew that if he had been given the choice to flee or submit, he would've done the same thing. The fact was that Jaylene was selfish, even when Kaleb had exposed himself heart and soul she had stomped all over him and treated him with apathy and disdain when he had craved comfort and affection.
Then she left.

Kaleb wasn't sure where he stood with Summer anymore. Granted as they would lay next to one another, he would bury his face into her mane, inhaling her scent, but it never felt like before. He would always love the dark haired girl who kept him flying high with her, but it was different now. He held a fierce protectiveness of her, and could trace the structure of her fine features all day, but in the dreary state of being half awake, mornings there was always just one girl on his mind, and sometimes he would breath her name just as he rolled awake, like a prayer to the heavens; Jaylene.

But she was a distant memory, now.

Vegas was like the mother ship, calling her son of sin home. Kaleb knew as soon as they made it through the dry desert into the neon lit streets that this was where he belonged. Summer's impatience came at no suprise, and as she moaned in discomfort of having to stay still for so long, asking time and time again if they had made it yet, Kaleb just qould laugh and mumble. "Almost." half heartedly. Sticking his head out the window like a hound, Kaleb cheered with enthusiasm, thrusting his fists into the air. A car behind him, a sporty looking blue sedan, beeped repeatedly as if to encourage his behaviour. Looking back to his fans, Kaleb could make out three female figures, most likely also on their way to the Electric Daisy Carnival.

Laughing, Kaleb fell back into his seat, resting his hand on Summer's thigh affectionately as he swerved to avoid oncoming traffic. "Can you believe it Kite? We're here...we're in FUCKING Vegas!" He threw his hands up as if to cradle the heavens above, then letting his hands fall down to his side. Since before they had left Kaleb had been thinking about this weekend. It would be an epic combination of drugs, music, alcohol and poorly manufactured rides.

They found a parking spot, and Kaleb twined his fingers with Summer's, her smooth and clammy skin comforting him. Squeezing beer hand momentarily he leaned close to whisper in her ear, "And so it begins," his manic grin brushing across her lobe, then pulling her close to once again kiss the top of her head.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Liam Bradach

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Jaylene rolled away from Liam, naked discomfort hanging in the distance that parted them. Liam's hands until then craned in place as if he were still holding her, unable to process that she had so coldly withdrawn from him. After a few seconds, he sat up, pressed his palms to the bed and swung his legs over the side. Behind him, the seventeen year old, blond bombshell gathered the sheets in her hands and pulled them around her. Soundlessness raked its claws into the atmosphere. It wasn't a difficult request, not too much to ask. At least Liam didn't think so.

"I'll take you to that little boutique you like or whatever, too, if you just come to dinner with me." He breathed quietly, defeated.
"I don't want to go out," she began.
"You know the festival started already and you haven't even gone?"
"I don't want to eat, I don't want to fucking hang out and shoot the shit with Demi." She continued as if Liam never interposed about the Electric Daisy festival.
"What is wrong with you today?" Liam's shoulders slumped before he got to his feet.
"As if you don't know what I'm going through right now - as if I haven't explained a thousand fucking times," she held up her hand when he opened his mouth to speak.

Liam's shoulders tightened as he straightened his posture, twisted his torso and got a good look at Jaylene. He delved into one of the pockets of his straight leg khakis, retrieving his phone as if diverting his attention would be some sort of buffer. Up until that point, their backs were to each other like they were about to initiate an old Western standoff. However, at that point in time, Liam knew standoffs weren't unorthodox. Especially not with Jaylene Sullivan, ex-spoiled-brat-and-trophy-only-child-with-a-high-quality-complex. And it wasn't to say that he thought of her as some brash, pampered dumb blond. But her history was a huge part of her, and she still sometimes played the part accurately. He set the phone down on the bed and gazed at her, completely in the raw and fury prickling on her skin.

Sunshine trickled through the long blinds that blocked the perfectly placed patio entrance from the bedroom, the thin frame of Jaylene only a shadow against its light. She had let the sheets fall away from her body. Anyone who could have seen her in said light would have distinguished it as a peaceful gesture or a penance. Jaylene stood before filtered sunlight, ivory threads sinking down and away from her body like a mythological goddess who had reached some solitude. But instead of composure came the tensing of her muscles as one hand rested atop the tall dresser, her teeth gritted. Sometimes she found herself this way, angry at Liam for asking questions he knew the answers to. In the same regard - there was so much she hadn't told him, so much she didn't want to explore or voyage over again. Forbidding green eyes stared at Liam and then Jaylene fashioned her index, middle finger and thumb into the shape of a gun. Thrusting the finger tips to her temple, she went on.

"I shot a cop. I'm not even a legal adult. I hide in your house all day long, too afraid to do anything else. I fucked over my friends, and abandoned them. And you fucking patronize me and try to persuade me by buying me things. Jesus fuck - you know I'm not after clothes and money, right? You do know that I have a brain, right? Hey also, did this ever occur, to you, Liam Bradach," she bent at the waist, bringing her hands to the mattress again in a way that made Liam freeze, "I'm a human being, just like your sister. I'm someone's daughter. Not an object, not some brainless idiot like the girls you used to fuck before you met me. Not some random runaway with no family and no friends. I'm not nameless."

Liam would have reeled in complete distaste of her verbal expression had it not been for her body language. Instead he kind of gawked, forcing a laugh to cushion his annoyance and disbelief. As alluring as the juvenile was, her incomprehension of what she was saying and doing was explicitly offensive. Dusky chestnut eyes winced before he rose and backed away from the nude girl bent over his bed who he suddenly didn't ache to touch. In one, seething over-stepped communication, she had pillaged him of his desire for her. He'd seen her upset before but never so pointedly enraged with him. And her onslaught of bullshit, acting as though he was some habitual pedophile, actually made him slightly livid. Liam sighed as she finally shut her mouth, tugging at the seam of his shirt and grating his hand against his eminent abdominals. Rather than exhibit the same ignorant behavior as Jaylene, he browsed the surface of his own skin as if it could provide an answer or solution.

"It's funny that you're angry with me for things you've done," he shrugged, "But it's cool."
"Right, it's my fault that you basically told me to live with you."
"Holy shit!" He exclaimed as his hands flew into the air, "Do you know how fucking vapid and selfish you sound right now? Go find somewhere else to live then! How about that? Is that better than the invitation to stay somewhere safe and be taken care of?"
"Ha," she wasn't backing down, "I guess I'll go sit in another club and find another sorry douchebag."
"You're unbelievable." He respired calmly and left the bedroom.

The young girl sat in his wake, silenced. She gasped quietly and watched the silhouette of his structure fade into the living room when she turned away and hung her head. If there was something she was reluctant to admit but appreciated nonetheless, it was Liam's pragmatic ways. Unlike so many men she knew, he didn't instigate or feed arguments. He didn't raise his voice often, didn't crowd her space when it was least needed. Something miserably changed position in her stomach; deep regret and stupidity. Without a word she remade the bed and pulled her hair into a shoddy sock bun. When she had finally forced herself to submit and slide into a collared shirt and faded skinny jeans, the TV could be heard along with the key-tapping on an iPhone. Daringly Jaylene popped her head out from the bedroom, watching twilight saunter over the contemporary white walls and black kitchen appliances. Her inspection danced across Liam who, didn't so much as look up to acknowledge her. He looked tired, handsome in his well-dressed glory but exhausted and even doleful. He'd been working his ass off.

Steadying herself against the door frame, she pulled on a pair of platform pumps Liam bought for her. It was incredibly difficult for her to admit she was wrong let alone approach someone she knew she insulted without rational cause. Her fingers scraped against her heel as she tugged the wedge on. Finally she had the temerity to approach the couch and mutter, "I'm sorry."

All Liam did in response was shake his head and toss his iPhone onto the coffee table, still not meeting her eyes with his own. His stand-out cheeks and jawline expressed nothing in his face. Jaylene's lips jerked, "If you want to go out to dinner still… I want to go with you." A stifled laugh came as a write-back, Liam lightly slapping the back of his hand against one of Jaylene's thighs. The flat screen that was mounted from the wall went black and Liam walked away from her, grabbing his keys off of the kitchen table. But still, he said nothing. After unbolting the door, Jaylene took his actions as an indication that he still wanted to go out. Nearly taking a spill right into him to follow him to the door, Liam turned suddenly and declared flatly, "I don't sleep with teenagers. I haven't had an actual girlfriend in two years or more. Don't say stupid shit anymore, please." Jaylene retreated a little and he proceeded, "I went out on a limb with you. Trust me, if I knew it was going to be this way I would have thought it through a little more thoroughly. I'm not used to this, okay? I don't go around picking up random girls."

Liam secured Jaylene's chin in one of his hands, constraining her to look at him, "Doesn't mean I'd take it back though. So don't pout or anything stupid." His mouth twitched into a smirk, awarding himself a grin from the girl in return.

The way he touched her was comparable to someone she loved very dearly. In fact, his lightheartedness and willingness to forgive reminded her exactly of Summer. Again her heart made its descent. And his dumb way of playing around and evading serious issues just for the sake of her peace of mind, his protectiveness… Well, she knew damn well who demonstrated the same behavior. But that was never going to happen again and she needed to establish and accept that for what it was. She needed to just start over and get her life on track.

As per usual Jaylene was resting her feet out of the open car window at the moment that they pulled up to a sidewalk. She had a habit of cringing and squeezing her eyes shut every time Liam dared to parallel park but, he never failed to inherit a perfect spot with flawless proximity. It was probably due to the fact that after she got her driver's license she was already a resident of Belleville so she never had to worry about parallel parking. The small Canadian town was practically a dead zone compared to Vegas. If Jaylene ever had to brave parallel parking even her small-sized BMW between two cars, she'd have an anxiety attack.

Summerlin was peachy and tolerably populated but since the assembly of the festival, the place was crawling with tourists and half-dressed girls. To say the least - it was definitely an environment Jaylene would have dived into head first if she wasn't technically on the run. Recanting her legs and feet, she opened the door and stepped out of the car to wander the avenue close in step with Liam.

They spent what felt like an eternity glancing through shop windows in the shadow of looming buildings. The sun was so lazily sinking that Jaylene didn't catch it disappearing until the atmosphere around her grew quiet and the hum of bass and electricity in the distance made her twitch. She stopped short of the border of the street, dropping her hand from Liam's. He turned on his heel, simpering and asking her what was wrong. When she started to shake her head, he beckoned to her and dragged her towards the sounds. Beyond the metropolitan avenue was vast open area which Jaylene would have never expected. The festival laid claim to the land, its variegated lights and resonance spattering the Summerlin night. Eccentric and ecstatic figures danced on the horizon, their bodies governed by the music and excitement. What if someone she knew had come to the festival? Then it was all over. She didn't want to get too close. Again she stopped short.

Image"I'm - I can't run into anyone." She admitted.
"Are you serious?" He grabbed his phone, opened the browser and showed it to her.
"What…"
"This is Belleville's homepage - the next tab is Canada's government website. There aren't any stories about you anymore, Jaylene."
"But…" She swiped her fingers across the screen.

People had forgotten. In a way this granted her freedom, but at the same time doused her in despair. There wasn't an excuse not to live anymore, to go out and be at leisure. She grasped the phone in her hand and walked towards the flashing lights and noise with Liam until they were a few yards from the admission parking lot which looked fairly vacant. Tilting her head, she mused, "It sounds so busy but there's like - no cars." Liam chuckled a little and wrapped and arm around Jaylene, "A lot of people travel by bus and camp out at the festival. They just get dropped off." In concession her head bobbed as she peered at the parcel, when a fateful sight shattered her equilibrium. The old truck that she had sat inside of, slept in, hotboxed in and shared memories with her friends in was maybe ten yards from where she stood. Squinting, she forgot to breathe. Nah. Not them. They wouldn't drive all the way out here for a festival when they could have a party at home, at the lake.

She convinced herself otherwise, abandoning her premonition and leaning into Liam's side, one palm pressed to his torso. 'There aren't any stories about you anymore, Jaylene.' Her friends had moved on, ceased searching. Her family, too. Summer probably found another best friend, probably Avery. Kaleb wouldn't ever get lonely with his looks and charm. Glancing up at Liam, she tried to mask her unsavory shock and sadness, "Can we get some food now?"

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Dark enigmatic eyes couldn't fight the natural male instinct to gape and scantily clad females like an animal. Even with Summer, his dream girl, beside him, Kaleb's eyes still followed the twitching hips of the many tutu bearing beauty's. Panties were passed off as clothing, laying out a deliscious buffet of sodomy for Kaleb to engorge. Licking his lips as a hungry wolf, he bit his lip with restraint, turning to Summer as she asked if he would want to smoke. Chuckling, Kaleb nodded, leaning against the door of the truck.

Wordlessly, as Summer proceeded to roll the doobie, Kaleb had withdrawn a small vial, removing the top to reveal a long wand that would reach to the bottom of the ornate instrument. At the bottom of the wand, a spoon like feature held just enough of a finely crushed powder - a vice Kaleb had never forgotten. Cocaine had never been a drug of choice for him, rather to just do a little bit of everything now and then. His best memories of being strung out off red bull and one too many lines included Jaylene, and in away the white devil would still remind Kaleb of his own devil of a friend. Sniffing the powder casually, Kaleb then offered his goodies to Summer, although reluctant.

However hypocritical it was of him, Kaleb hated to continue to enable Summer. Indeed Kaleb enjoyed being high just as much as the next burnout, but it wasn't a priority in his life - it just always seemed to happen. "I want to go on some of the rides, that's for sure. What if we found some acid though? Imagine just tripping shit in the middle of an Afrojack mosh!?...." Between Kaleb rattling on and Summer twitching her neck to peer out the truck, which Kaleb figured was for the same reason he was - all. that. ASS.

Laughing to himself, he pushed his hair from his face. It had grown even shaggier over the time, sometimes he would fashion a headband just to keep the hair from falling into his face time and time again. Recognizing Summer's expression of mild panic and paranoia, he gently rubbed her arm, frowning as once again she had brought up the one girl he was trying to forget about.

"Yo, stop thinking about it so damn hard. You always do this Summer, you trip yourself out." Exasperated, Kaleb slumped into his seat, sparking one of his last cigarettes. Meekly, Summer admitted to not feeling well, and immediately Kaleb regretted his reaction. Over their time spent together, of course they were going to get on one another's nerves now and again. After all they were with one another 24/7, and they couldn't escape each other even if they wanted to. Perhaps he had been a little harsh, his tone hadn't helped much either. But Summer was much younger in some ways than she would like to admit, and Kaleb could only blame himself and the rest of their friends for babying her and allowing her to spoil like the rest of them.

Wincing, Kaleb gazed at his feet with distaste. He didn't consider himself a bad apple, but a majority of other people did. Perhaps it was all his fault things ended up the way they did. It was unfair that he continued to take out his pain of his burdens onto the sweet and forgiving Summer. Staring apologetically across the cab of the truck, Kaleb offered Summer his last cigarette as a token of good intentions. "I'm sorry - I just can't think about Jaylene right now."

Strange but in their time together, Kaleb still hadn't told Summer about himself and Jaylene. It was like his own little secret, a token of gold that he would carry to death if he would have if has way. Even at the mention of her name he was remembered of their last night together. Everything in his mind was so vivid, the way the fabric had gathered beneath them as they scooted across the mattress, the pale moonlight illuminating them as if they had been struck by Cupid and adorned by he and his mother Aphrodite above. Every curve and dip of her body was enticing and delicious, and what made it worse was that he didn't know what he wanted more - to never see her again and cling to that one night of passion, or to see her again only to learn it meant nothing to her and she regretted it wholly.

Shaking his head, Kaleb adjusted the hemp and leather bracelets adorning his wrists, twirling the wooden beads. "You're right, lets just go." Kaleb said, getting out of the truck to round to Summer's side, taking her hand as she got out.

"I say we find ourself some sexy little bisexual vixen and take her to ole Bessie to play." He joked, winking playfully, assuring that her charming sweet Kaleb had returned. Linking arms, the two followed the crowds unto the festival. People of all sorts gathered, large and small. Beads stacked from their wrist to their elbows in ornate patterns, bright clashing colors making his attention hop from one person to the next. The flickering lights of game booths and rides made his eyes blink rapidly, trying to work overtime to keep up with all the action. Through the mass of people, music could still be heard from the far stage where people had gathered in a sweaty mass of dancing young bodies thrashing against one another.

"Oo, funnel cake!" Kaleb enthused as if a child, dragging Summer into the line with him for the fried delight, then looking into his wallet. "I haven't had one since I was a kid man, when I used to live in New York." He laughed, watching Summer's reaction to their surroundings. Nudging her, he pointed to an intimidating ride. "Dare you to get on that with me after this..or are you scared?" He teased.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees

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Dark enigmatic eyes couldn't fight the natural male instinct to gape and scantily clad females like an animal. Even with Summer, his dream girl, beside him, Kaleb's eyes still followed the twitching hips of the many tutu bearing beauty's. Panties were passed off as clothing, laying out a deliscious buffet of sodomy for Kaleb to engorge. Licking his lips as a hungry wolf, he bit his lip with restraint, turning to Summer as she asked if he would want to smoke. Chuckling, Kaleb nodded, leaning against the door of the truck.

Wordlessly, as Summer proceeded to roll the doobie, Kaleb had withdrawn a small vial, removing the top to reveal a long wand that would reach to the bottom of the ornate instrument. At the bottom of the wand, a spoon like feature held just enough of a finely crushed powder - a vice Kaleb had never forgotten. Cocaine had never been a drug of choice for him, rather to just do a little bit of everything now and then. His best memories of being strung out off red bull and one too many lines included Jaylene, and in away the white devil would still remind Kaleb of his own devil of a friend. Sniffing the powder casually, Kaleb then offered his goodies to Summer, although reluctant.

However hypocritical it was of him, Kaleb hated to continue to enable Summer. Indeed Kaleb enjoyed being high just as much as the next burnout, but it wasn't a priority in his life - it just always seemed to happen. "I want to go on some of the rides, that's for sure. What if we found some acid though? Imagine just tripping shit in the middle of an Afrojack mosh!?...." Between Kaleb rattling on and Summer twitching her neck to peer out the truck, which Kaleb figured was for the same reason he was - all. that. ASS.

Laughing to himself, he pushed his hair from his face. It had grown even shaggier over the time, sometimes he would fashion a headband just to keep the hair from falling into his face time and time again. Recognizing Summer's expression of mild panic and paranoia, he gently rubbed her arm, frowning as once again she had brought up the one girl he was trying to forget about.

"Yo, stop thinking about it so damn hard. You always do this Summer, you trip yourself out." Exasperated, Kaleb slumped into his seat, sparking one of his last cigarettes. Meekly, Summer admitted to not feeling well, and immediately Kaleb regretted his reaction. Over their time spent together, of course they were going to get on one another's nerves now and again. After all they were with one another 24/7, and they couldn't escape each other even if they wanted to. Perhaps he had been a little harsh, his tone hadn't helped much either. But Summer was much younger in some ways than she would like to admit, and Kaleb could only blame himself and the rest of their friends for babying her and allowing her to spoil like the rest of them.

Wincing, Kaleb gazed at his feet with distaste. He didn't consider himself a bad apple, but a majority of other people did. Perhaps it was all his fault things ended up the way they did. It was unfair that he continued to take out his pain of his burdens onto the sweet and forgiving Summer. Staring apologetically across the cab of the truck, Kaleb offered Summer his last cigarette as a token of good intentions. "I'm sorry - I just can't think about Jaylene right now."

Strange but in their time together, Kaleb still hadn't told Summer about himself and Jaylene. It was like his own little secret, a token of gold that he would carry to death if he would have if has way. Even at the mention of her name he was remembered of their last night together. Everything in his mind was so vivid, the way the fabric had gathered beneath them as they scooted across the mattress, the pale moonlight illuminating them as if they had been struck by Cupid and adorned by he and his mother Aphrodite above. Every curve and dip of her body was enticing and delicious, and what made it worse was that he didn't know what he wanted more - to never see her again and cling to that one night of passion, or to see her again only to learn it meant nothing to her and she regretted it wholly.

Shaking his head, Kaleb adjusted the hemp and leather bracelets adorning his wrists, twirling the wooden beads. "You're right, lets just go." Kaleb said, getting out of the truck to round to Summer's side, taking her hand as she got out.

"I say we find ourself some sexy little bisexual vixen and take her to ole Bessie to play." He joked, winking playfully, assuring that her charming sweet Kaleb had returned. Linking arms, the two followed the crowds unto the festival. People of all sorts gathered, large and small. Beads stacked from their wrist to their elbows in ornate patterns, bright clashing colors making his attention hop from one person to the next. The flickering lights of game booths and rides made his eyes blink rapidly, trying to work overtime to keep up with all the action. Through the mass of people, music could still be heard from the far stage where people had gathered in a sweaty mass of dancing young bodies thrashing against one another.

"Oo, funnel cake!" Kaleb enthused as if a child, dragging Summer into the line with him for the fried delight, then looking into his wallet. "I haven't had one since I was a kid man, when I used to live in New York." He laughed, watching Summer's reaction to their surroundings. Nudging her, he pointed to an intimidating ride. "Dare you to get on that with me after this..or are you scared?" He teased.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Liam Bradach

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Something ached inside of her, a feeling she had no choice but to welcome only because any rebuttal was foolish. A burning for home was evident. The only home she ever knew, Belleville. Even at dinner she found herself marinading in her emotion but was mindful enough of it to mask it and laugh and carry on with Liam.

From the other end of the table, rapt eyes looked out onto Jaylene. Liam would occasionally take a pensive rock on his chair, clasp his hands behind his head and beam at her in the wake of some diverting conversation or comment. Despite being in tune with her antics and tête-à-tête, he knew she was concocting ways to avoid going to the festival. And he wasn't having it. Maybe he wouldn't tell her that now, but it was going to be conveyed irrefutably. Nonpareil teeth peeked from behind his slightly chapped lips, paired perfectly with his dark eyes and hair. He pushed the soles of his size eleven Ralph Lauren Salisbury's against the foot of the table. He caught the predatory glimmer in his date's olive eyes when their waitress feigned actual interest in whether or not their food was satisfactory. But Jaylene didn't speak when the server focused her attention strictly on Liam and asked if there was anything else she could get him. Instead Jaylene's face relaxed, she smirked to herself and finished her water.

Jaylene watched Liam wave off the young woman with a polite, drop-dead smile. It appeared though then, the waitress floated away as if being carried on air. Jaylene's flushed cheeks tautened. Nostalgia battered the pit of the Sullivan girl's stomach. Up until she realized she was only bitter because Liam had been putting past romance interests in mind with his quirks, she could feel jealousy rising in her throat. She wasn't truly jealous of anyone who coveted Liam. Why was her wistfulness becoming so blatantly ugly and envious? Did she really miss... It wasn't meant for Liam. And it was maybe that alone that made her feel so guilty, causing her to project bizarre anger onto him. Jaylene sighed, her sternum relaxing as she smoothed a hand across the top of her head and lightly prodded at her bun. She'd never really been the jealous type.

"Do I sense some competitiveness?"
Liam gave some thought as he signed the check.
"Not really," Jaylene said colorlessly, "I wish."
"You wish? That you were jealous?" His brow furrowed.
"I wish I was more jealous, it would make me feel more human."
"Don't think too hard about it."

Jaylene slumped in her seat, tilting her head and crossing her arms. The inquisition that lingered as a consequence of his final thought on the matter made her squirm. Don't think too hard about it? What the hell does that mean? But much like the confused possessiveness, she dismissed her incertitude about Liam's request. Playing with the concept of her innermost thoughts would make her crazy. At the end of the day, she was the one he was wearing on his arm proudly. But was that even what she really wanted anymore?

Don't think too hard about it.

It was pretty sound advice that she'd heed to accordingly. After they got back to the apartment, Liam hazily unlocked to door and opened it for Jaylene. There was a buzz flickering just on the surface of his glistening eyes. Microscopic red streaks reached for his pupil, threatening either sleep or complete obliteration. He peered at Jaylene playfully, waiting for her to make the first move. As she stepped past the dark-eyed gentleman, she took notice of his glazed look. Part of her wanted to laugh because he wasn't nearly close to being completely canned the way she and her friends used to get - but part of her wanted to coax him into bed as well. Liam wasn't heavy on drinking, wasn't heavy on anything at all really. Seeing him slightly half-cut unnerved her and excited her, made her hungry for the life she'd left behind. His treads were inelegant as he turned to shut and lock the door then go straight for Jaylene who he bundled in his arms and leaned into. She fought the urge to poke fun at him, call him a light weight or crack jokes. Instead she leaned back into the gravity, inhaling the scent of his virile cologne. In her heels she met his height perfectly so that she could rest her face right into the crook of his neck. For a long time they stood, slightly swaying in the splintering street light that cascaded through the apartment windows. Coolheaded Liam remained, quiet as his muscles hardened and pacified. The girl whom he held so fast to closed her eyes, raking her fingers from the back of his scalp to the base of his neck. The truck flashed into her mind for a moment, precipitating Jaylene's termination of the short time spent before the windows, "Let's go to bed."

He happily followed her to the bedroom like a puppy, grinning and bumping into things on the way. After he nearly knocked over the entire end table by the doorway, Jaylene pushed him towards the bed to sit him down. With one lifted, dainty index finger, she commanded, "Stay there." She padded to the sliding patio door, pulling the curtains shut and then removing her shoes. Liam watched with vacuous eyes, rocking quietly back and forth. When she returned to him, she was half dressed and at work on getting the damned Ralph Lauren boots off of his feet. But when her fingers braved the top button of his jeans, she stopped. A slow glance upward caught her in the midst of a dead stare with Liam.

From where he sat on the bed, Liam was completely at ease. He could have very well just slept sitting up with his clothes on. Nonetheless then came Jaylene's provocative ways and her patience, making him want her with a fierce desire he wasn't sure he could subdue. Her jade eyes locked on his own as he rested his weight on his elbows and watched her. Seeing her in that way, with perseverance and kindness conducting her so naturally - it made him crave her more than ever. It was a far cry from the angry, acidic young woman he'd come to hours earlier. Her eyes bore into him. The change in the temperature and air was evident - even felt ten shades different. It was her wavering and anxiety. Liam relaxed, closing his eyes for a just a second prior to touching her cheek. Then everything went black.

"Really?" Jaylene asked, pressing her hand to Liam's shoulder after he hit the bed. Her brow creased, a small scowl on her lips. "Come on Liam," she whined, tugging at the lower section of his jeans until they came loose from his waist, "Fuck." Ultimately she tossed the discarded clothes into the hamper, lifted Liam's legs onto the bed so that he could sleep almost like a normal person and turned out the lights. For a while she lingered by the bed, at Liam's side to make sure he wouldn't budge. But sleep weighed in on her, calling her to the couch rather than the mattress that Liam had unintentionally monopolized in his slumber. With an extended yawn, Jaylene dropped onto the sofa and turned on her side so that her face could bury into the furniture while she slept. Her last couple minutes of consciousness necessitated deep thought and the repetition of Summer's voice, her laugh.

The girl was in such a peaceful sleep that when unforeseen clamor shook her from senselessness she almost fell from the couch. Soon the droning of the pandemonium became familiar, music. Sleepy eyes glared at the stereo below the TV, then at the kitchen where pans were clanging around. She sat up to rub her eyes, stretch and get a good look at Liam who was up entirely too early for someone who passed out drunk. Her once presentable hair style now sagged to the side, strands of her tresses a disarray. Sweet batter infiltrated her senses.

When he caught her narrowed eyes peeking out from behind the safety of the sofa, Liam grinned, "Good morning."
"Hi," she whispered, not entirely awake.
"Get up and have some breakfast." He instructed.
"What for?" She began her descent to settle into the cushions again.
"We're going out." He stated as if there wasn't a chance she could question it.
"Come on Liam…"
"We're going to the festival - I took off work so we could go together."
"Wha - no."
"Demi doesn't want to go alone, either." He concluded.
"Ugh."

He really hit her with a guilt trip! The music coming from the speakers made her feel slightly better but, she wasn't exactly thrilled about anything at that point in time. Shaking her head, she got up and tried her best to prepare herself for what was in store.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Mikaela Kerkouian

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What if I've killed someone


As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Kaleb shook it out - gripping Summer's hand tight. As if sensing his inner anguish, Summer gravitated towards him while they waited in line, her body melding into his. For a moment Kaleb couldn't even bring him self to look up from the ground, too ashamed of his burdens. He tried not to think about it too much, and honestly there wasn't much he remembered. All he remembered was making it all burn to hell.

They had both tossed their cells before crossing state line, and from there they never really had the chance to check on the news of their hometown, Belleville. Unsure if he was mistaking his homesickness for hunger, as the cashier called him forward, he hesitated before ordering a decadent funnel cake. Grinning with melancholy, Kaleb gently dragged Summer beside him as they then waited for his food.

Any passerby could have easily mistaken the pair as a couple, the adoring look in his dark expression, the way they leaned into one another for support. For a moment, Kaleb allowed his mind to wander. His eyes drifted from the petite femme beside him, entranced by the lights of the Ferris wheel beside them. As they would flash, the colors would linger in his vision, constrasting with the rhythm of lights creating an enchanting visual. His fingers twitched at his pocket where the remainder of his stash was kept.

Gently pushing the hair behind her ear, Kaleb leaned down so his lips brushed across the tips of her ears. "Baby won't you fly with me, soar like a kite - over the sea." He sang softly, a tune he had made up during their travels. It had grown to be an affectionate way for him to indicate he wanted more drugs. It's sweet tones sung in his deep yet gentle voice was enough to make the weak knees wobble, but Kaleb wasn't for the weak of heart.

"Hey kid, your food!" Said a gruff looking man from the pick up window of the trailer, handing off a plate piled high with fried stringy dough, powdered sugar, whipped cream and strawberry preserves. An expression of glee struck his face, and just like that it was like he had forgotten all about Belleville.

Leading Summer to a secluded picnic table, he sat across from her setting the plate between them. Pointing to the plate, he made a purpose to look her in the eye and say, "Eat." As if it were a command. He knew he was hungry, and Summer had given him the last few bites of her half of a sandwich they had already shared, she was bound to be hungrier even if the drugs distracted her from the feeling.

Savagely digging in with his hands, Kaleb would greedily lick up the whipped cream or strawberry preservatives that would streak across his bronzed complexion, the dark contrast of his chocolate toned skin and the toppings all consuming, completely detaching him from the situation.

That was the only good thing about the drugs, it helped him forget - at least for a little while. Then he would remember and just need more drugs. On one hand he wanted to help Summer kick the stuff, but how could he when he couldn't even save himself. There was no way they could do this alone. He missed Belleville and all the people they had left behind- Madeline's unwavering care for each of their well being, Tristan's ability to remain levelheaded and view a situation as a whole, even Brik who had grown distant in the last few months they'd all been together. Plus there was Mordi, but even if Kaleb returned to Belleville he still wouldn't be able to ever see the toothy grin of the young and talented artist. . . .

And yet as all these thoughts flashed through his mind, Kaleb quickly brushed them off because they had spent a substantial ammount of money to get to the carnival and they had to live right now, it was all they had. After this they would be even more broke, homeless, and probably starving.

Once they finished their food, Kaleb withdrew his vial, taking a couple bumps before passing it to Summer. The head rush hit him immediately, but he took a couple more once Summer passed it back, inducing a mild hallucination of ire descent orbs spotting across his vision. Burying his face into his palms, Kaleb shook his head vigorously, as if to shake out the prismatic ghosts that clouded his vision. He couldn't hold back the groan that escaped his lips, a mixture of desperation and pleasure. "Damn," he proceeded to pant, "I feel good."

His heart was racing, nearly pounding out of his chest. Excitedly, he gripped Summer's forearm, suddenly wanting to be everywhere at once. As he spoke, he realized he could barely be heard over the crowds and the trance music playing at the stage nearby. "We need to go...like do stuff. There's so much to do Kite, so much to do! You want to go on this ride?.....oh how about that one?...:nah nevermind I don't trust rides that go backwards." His words were running at a thousand words per minute, just talking to talk.

Finally picking a ride, he and Summer stood in the line anxiously waiting their turn. As Kaleb watched the ride warm up, his grin grew. Once it was in full swing the boy was smiling full on at the mechanism, watching with wonder. "My heart is racing, yo." He said with amusement to Kite, exaggerating his statement by imitating his heart beat by tapping on his chest rapidly.

The girl in front of them in line glanced back, giving Kaleb the opportunity to get a good look at her. For the most part Kaleb always had a thing for the pretty white girls, but the spicy treat before him was tantalizing nevertheless. The girl looked back forward, not taking an interest in anyone around her. It seemed like she was alone..
Kaleb stared her down like a lion eyeing his prey, tracing the outline of her shape deliberately. She had the type of confidence that reminded him of an old friend, like she came to the carnival to have a good time, fuck everyone else.

The line moved up as the next round of people went onto the ride, stopping at just three heads ahead of Kaleb and Summer. Discreetly, Kaleb pointed out the girl to Summer, giving her a thumbs up. To entertain his friend, Kaleb offered a bet of the sexuality of the girl, ten bucks going to Summer if the girl was a lesbian, ten to Kaleb if she were straight. It was up to them both to figure a way to settle the bet. In a not so subtle fashion, Kaleb bumped into the girl, then offering a slew of apologies.

"Oh, sorry mamí." He said with a certain charm, blatantly raking his eyes over her shape. Even dressed in wrinkled khaki shorts and a worn graphic tee, Kaleb still managed to hold himself with the charisma and confidence of one dressed in silk robes. As the ride began, Kaleb's attention momentarily shifted before his dark eyes once again settled on the girl before him. "I'm Kaaaale-" hesitant to share his real name due to paranoia he awkwardly introduced herself. To prevent embarrassment to show in his expression, he then gestured to Summer beside him. "This is my best friend, Kite."

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Liam Bradach

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Passion Pit drilled into Jaylene's head as she plucked apart a golden pancake with her index fingers and thumbs. All throughout her breakfast, she was silent and indisposed to coffee that Liam continued to ask her to drink. His dusky eyes burrowed against the image of Jaylene, still half asleep and displeased by her lack of loop holes. Crossing arms against his trunk, he raised a brow and glanced to the glittering sun beyond the confines of his apartment. Despite his slightly improper posture, he still loomed over Jaylene. Finally she peered up at him, her eyes shooting daggers. At this Liam straightened his posture and dropped his arms to his sides, "Really?"

At first her finger tips traced the fruit bowl in front of her, then she seized the pottery with both hands, dumping the fruit out. Liam only watched in silence, confused. Mid-swing of her arms, she stopped and set the bowl down. It was then that she realized depression had subdued the real Jaylene, forcing anger and sadness into her blood stream to deputize for the cocaine she'd been missing. She was acting out precise withdrawal symptoms. In the periphery of her vision, Liam turned away from her and set an empty mug in the sink as if so conversant with the teenager's hell fury, that he wasn't even surprised. Jaylene didn't breathe for what felt like minutes. Crushed by the discernment within herself, she lowered herself back into the dining room chair. Slow, shaky hands placed two bananas, an apple and a plum back into the small basin one by one.

ImageLiam knew she was upset that he'd tripped her up so bad and beat her at her own game - that he was more or less giving her no other option but to leave the house. Liam knew that Jaylene knew when Demi showed up, she'd be absolutely heartbroken if Liam's girlfriend wasn't joining them for her first ever Electric Daisy Festival. He wasn't really one for using extortion, but Jaylene had become so quick with excuses and insults that Liam was literally running out of options. With the urge fought to scratch his nails against his scalp, to face palm or even knock something over, Liam yawned. Besides, he'd already precisely styled his hair into a side slick. Rubbing his hands together for a moment, focusing on two particular callouses on his left palm, he felt the quietude absorbing his home. He could sense that she'd left the kitchen, even pushed the chair in and fixed the fruit bowl before going anywhere. Within minutes he could hear the water pressure squealing from the bathroom, then the jets from the shower head shooting against the tile. As much as he'd have liked to accepted this easily as a victory, he still felt somewhat guilty for pressuring Jaylene into going to the festival.

But it was only fair that he gave her her space. After cleaning up the kitchen and reluctantly putting away pancake leftovers, he made his way to the bedroom. Prior to making breakfast, Liam pulled the blinds so the sun could ignite the bedroom with glory. In the midst of making the bed he heard humming, muffled singing and sighing from the bathroom. A reflection with dark eyes and hollow cheeks stared back at Liam. He was standing before the lengthwise mirror on the opposite side of the bathroom door, cuffing his straight leg khakis at the seam and brushing off fresh boat shoes when the song she was singing became familiar and the running water shut off.


"I'm on my own, never say anything right.
I'm on my own, never say anything right.
I'm on my own, never say anything right.
I'm on my own, never say anything right."



ImageJaylene trilled to herself quietly, the iHome playing just loudly enough for her to hear it over the shower. Blindly her hand grasped for the knob to turn off the water. She was fighting her inner demons which were telling her not to bother having a good time or genuinely attempting to make the best of things. Manicured nails grated the surface of her skin as she ran her hands through her hair and dried it. Fuck it. Whatever. If she was going to go to the festival she was going to take her sweet ass time and making sure every meticulous detail of her appearance was nothing short of on point. So when she finally emerged from the bathroom, her sunshine hair fashioned into loose spirals and her lips painted cherry red, Liam and Demi were waiting for her.

Demi was far darker in complexion than Liam - she'd obviously taken to the sun from a young age. But her eyes were the same almond shape, mysteriously dark and inviting. She was slightly taller than Jaylene, and even skinnier. It appeared that she went all out for the festival, bright green eyeshadow smoking around her umber eyes and a tie-dyed dress clinging to her figure. And there stood Jaylene, far from the girl she would have been a few months ago, but still with the same aura in her high-low mint colored dress and nude pumps. Sure, she was overdressed - but she wasn't positive she even wanted to fit in at the event. Demi squeaked with excitement and swooned over Jaylene's outfit, "Oh my god! You look great! Did your legs get like, five inches longer? Holy shit - your makeup! God, you and Liam are going to look like a model couple lost at a parade." Demi pushed some hair from her dark eyes, and shot up from the couch and ran into the bedroom, jumping up and down.

Image"We are gonna' paaaaarty," she crooned, bumping her hip into Jaylene's then hugging the girl.
"Definitely," Jaylene smiled vaguely over Demi's shoulder at Liam who was in awe of the Sullivan's girl rejuvenation.
"I can't wait to snatch me up some fresh meat."
"Ha!" Jaylene burst into laughter at Liam's blatant discomfort over what his little sister had just said.

Instead of taking the car, they all settled on walking. Liam recognized the noticeable distance between himself and Jaylene. Rather than being glued to his arm, digging her nails into the fabric of his shirt for comfort, she was trotting along with Demi. Was she spiting him? Was he being punished for wanting her to have fun? It didn't matter regardless of her reasoning, so he happily hung back behind the girls, hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face as they strolled past admission and got their bracelets.

A candied scent carried in the air, pervading Jaylene's senses and shocking the withdrawal privately in her soul. Demi ran ahead, leaving Jaylene behind as she bloomed spontaneously into life and color as soon as she merged with the music, the crowd and the coloration. And she fit in perfectly, her face resplendent and every bit of her completely alive. In no time she was dancing a couple hundred feet away, having flowers placed in her hair by random entrants that donned rainbow tutus, face paint and glitter. Jaylene simpered to herself, the ghost of recollection weighing on her thoughts. That's who I am, too - or… who I used to be. Arms slid around her waist, a familiar jawline resting just beyond the nape of her neck, "Take, take me back to your bed; I love you so much that it hurts my head." His breath chilled her, its spike traveling down her spine and tearing open a hunger that ached for his mouth against hers. But she declined, not thrilled by his attempt to charm her with familiar lyrics, pulling away from him and proceeding towards the thundering music, the harlequin lights and the sinking sun.

Yeah, I'm being punished, he thought to himself as he watched the rhythm of her hips get further away, but never to unite with the crowd. She stood out.

ImageJaylene ultimately traveled so far from both Demi and Liam that she found herself at the end of a long cue of people, waiting to get on the ferris wheel. So many of them had approached her, their overly sensitive hands wanting to touch her face, play with her earrings like chimes and feel the fabric of her dress. And she'd oblige them, knowing completely well that the essence of a successful trip had everything to do with touch, taste, and smell. A part of her began to cave in when she saw bowed heads, soon to shoot up and sniff heartily. But how pathetic would she look, asking to get a bump from complete strangers?

In the polychromatic crowd, the Sullivan girl glanced back and forth, once or twice mistaking complete strangers for people she knew. People she left back home. The emphatic music drilled into her, her visuals painted by twirling femmes, flickering hulahoops and body friction. Pivoting slightly, she swung her eyes towards a less colorful sight, one that ironically wiped all of the hue from her face. Discernible, undulated hair, alluring collar bones and those unmistakable inviting eyes. Summer.

"Thought I lost you." Liam interrupted the image of home, deterring Jaylene.
"Holy shit, Liam, you scared me." she said, trying to peek around his shoulder.
"See something interesting?" He grinned.
"I could have sworn…"
"Relax, Soda Pop," he joked, "No one is here that you know."
"Ugh," she sighed, hearing the old nickname making made her raw and homesick for someone else, "I swore. Seriously… Fucking weird…"
"You're probably just confused by all the shit going on around you. Sometimes I get like that - think I'm seeing people I recognize when really they're just strangers. Cool off, have fun." He cupped her chin and kissed her supple scarlet lips.

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