This is a Private Roleplay between myself and Aerthiaeil, loosely based off of this song here where a man fallen from grace gets his one last chance at redemption by sacrificing his own life to save another.

Please, no posting. =)


Name- Skylar Rose Spektor
Age - 23
Role- Survivor
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Name: Zander Lee Walker
Age: 29
Role: Fallen Protector
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It had been a few days since the accident and the day she had woken up in the hospital. A strange state of affairs had been happening all around her and it wasn't a very friendly time for anyone. As she sat on her hopsital bed, gown ripped from her body ready to go at anytime in her street clothes. They were still covered in the grim and gunk from previous days due to the fact she had no next to kin in the country that could actually care. Sighing in relief her green eyes watched as the Doctor finally finished checking over her charts and signed her discharge papers. Everything was fine but Skylar could feel something drastically changed in the world, hell she didn't even know what happened really it was all blur.

Sure her dreams had been filled with the occasion. Her running, guns shooting, a bomb going off...which she only really knew a bomb went off when she smelled her clothes. It wasn't cigarette smoke, this smoke was a lot darker, and had a fiery smell to it mixed with charcoal. Running a hand through he greasy mop of red hair she got up from the bed and was wheeled out by a nurse as part of 'comapany proceedure'. Hell Skylar didn't mind but it also made her look lazy since she only had a few minor scratches and burns around her neck. As she left her room she could peek into the other ones seeing the state of the people that occupied them. Some weren't so bad, just like her, but others had lost limbs, husbands, lives..it was devistating. Skylar bent her neck and just stared at the ground for the rest of the way, not even looking up to the taxi driver but he already knew where he was taking her.

Their destination was her house, where to no surprise to her no one was there to great her just a pile of mail in her mailbox and dark rooms. Sky dragged her feet along before reaching her front door, she slide her keys in and out of her pocket unlocking the old wooden door. Flicking on the foyer lights she looked around she her same old house, but a small blinking light set off everything in the dark livingroom.

Throwing her curiosities away she went upstairs where she showered, redressed into a dark purple flannel shirt, and a pair of worn out pants. Coming down the stairs the red light still called to her, so eventually she gave in. Tossing herself onto the couch, she lay there on her stomach where she reached out a small hand and pressed play on the answering machine. There were ten messages altogether but all were the same; bill collectors, all calling for her parents which only meant they had been cheating on something. Growling softly to herself she turned and faced the back of the couch. Her green hues closing before she drifted back into sleep where she kept on seeing a dark figure everywhere she went.

Zander ran his hands threw his shaggy black hair as he watched the green eyed girl drifted off. When he saved her life he didn’t imagine that he would die sure break a few bones, maybe even be in a coma for a while but death. No it never even was a passing thought but when he was given the choice of watching over her or going to hell the answer was easy. Now he was starting to wish he chose hell, at least there’d be someone to talk to there. All he could do was walk around first the hospital and now her home.

When he first got to the house his first thought was depressing, the colors were dark, the decorations just plain sad. He followed her into the bathroom without realizing it but was happy to see that there was some life in there. As soon as she started to undress he left the room, even though he wasn’t the nicest person he still had morals. He sat down on the chair across from the couch and stayed there for most of the night.

As he watched her sleep he had to admit that she was hot, maybe looking after her wouldn’t be so bad.

Skylar laid there almost dormant as time ticked by, it was only a few hours but it was sure comforting to be in her own house again. Shifting around a small crash caught her attention causing ehr to rush out of her wonderful nap. Shooting straight up on the couch she looked around the dark room before hearing thunder, then a loud swarm of lightning flicker and light up the entire room. It was cold in the room but Skylar didn't think much of it, instead she went to turn on the lights only to find the power was out.

"Oh fucking wonderful..." she said aloud before another jolt of lightning lit up the room, this time seeing a dark haired man in the arm chair in front of her. Jumping up onto the cushion she let out a small yelp before climbing over the edge and dashing down the hall towards the closet. Reaching in she grabbed whatever she could find, which just happened to be a broken umbrella.

"Why are you in my house?!" she called out from down the hall hiding herself in the darkness.

Zander jumped up as he heard her scream. He looked around to see if anyone had snuck in when he was watching her. No one was there and she looked as if she was staring right at him. “What you can see me?!” He screamed looking up at the sky. “This wasn’t part of the deal. This wasn’t part of the fucking deal.”

Zander walked up to Skylar his anger diminishing. “Come on out I won’t hurt you, honestly I don’t even think I can touch you. I know this might be hard to believe but…I’m not exactly alive.”

Skylar lowered the broken weapon in slight confusion. That's in no way even possible! she thought to herself as she crept back into the hallway her head poking out to look at him. Just then the power kicked in, but the loud pounding of the pouring rain didn't go away. She studied him as he came closer, could she even trust him? Taking a step away from the wall she went for the stairs but stopped curiousity over coming her.

"If you're not alive as you say, then prove it. Shouldn't you be all corpsey?" Skylar questioned, keeping as much distance as possible. Something seemed familiar about this man. "And..what deal?".

Corpsey is that even a word? Zander thought as he walked closer to Skylar. “I don’t know how to show you, I’ve only seen this in horror movies. The deal is a whole other thing that at the moment you don’t need to know about.” It started raining harder as they stared at each other.

"Oh...kay..." she said backed up a few inches as he came closer, only meeting a large wall that pinned her into the middle. Then it hit her, perhaps she was still dreaming! Yeah, that's it! she chimed to herself before groping the wall to guide her up the stairs. "I'm sleeping, I have to be..." Sky whispered, removing her hand from the wall to her arms. She furiously pinched the skin, wincing as she went on.

Okay, she was still there and it hurt a lot! God damn... she sighed before looking up at the man.

"Okay so one day I'm a normal girl, walking into the subway and the next minute I hear shouting, gunshots, a bomb and.." pausing she looked up at the man her mouth wide open. "Y--you're..but they said. Ah hell!".

Skylar raised her arms and wrapped her hands around her face and neck in a repeating fashion. This was just begining to get all too real. Skylar eventually lifted a hand away and pointed an index finger towards the man, "You're really dead I saw you die!" she faught back the tears and swallowed the hard lump in her throat.

(So as far as protecting her, I had the idea her parents were gamblers and theifs who stole from the Mafia and in return she has to pay back more than she already has..I don't really know. >.< )

Zander stopped walking and looked down he remembered that day just as well as her. In the morning his parents who were the bosses in charge of the local Mafia ordered him and four other men to hit the daughter of a couple who stole millions from them. He thought nothing of it, if he was going to run the Mob one girl shouldn’t bother him but when they went to kill her he couldn’t do it. He pushed her out of the way of the bomb one of his men threw and ended up getting his head blown off. Just thinking about it gave him a headache. Wait I’m dead, I shouldn’t be able to feel any pain. Man what a rip off.

“Yes I’m dead and the ‘fun’ part is I get to watch over you until you die!”

(Hey the idea works, sorry if this is very cliché)

A look of confusion flushed over her before she looked back and forth slowly. "Ah, okay. Uhh, so I'm just going to play laong then. Do you have a name or do I get to refer to you as the dead guy living in my house?" she asked trying to comfort herself into the current situation. Rubbing the back of her neck she thought it wouldn't be a terrible idea, maybe even a laugh could come from this small gesture, so she extended a hand outwards hoping he'd accept this and they could live mutually together under this roof until she had to transfer to a motel.

"I'm Skylar, and uh welcome to my life."

Thoughts raced through her head, could he be a potential side effect of being crazy? Trauma perhaps? No, this man was real or was once. It brought her some happiness knowing someone would be there all the time but she wasn't going to let Casper let her keep her guard down.

Zander shook Skylar’s hand visibly shocked when it didn’t go through her. “I’m Zander living in you live is sure to be an…adventure.” Zander smirked at the Skylar his black eyes sparkling with mischief. “So which room will I have? The only two I’ve seen so far were the living room and the bathroom and I doubt you want me to stare at you sleeping all night.”

Zander started walking up the stairs expecting her to follow him, when he was alive everyone did so why wouldn’t she when a ghost of all things was walking through her house.

"Zander...then right." she said letting go of his hand. It felt like flesh, but was almost cold to the touch. Brushing it off she watched him as he paced up the stairs, mentioning she should follow. "Yeah, prolly. Take your pick, there's about three here, two if you take mine out of the equation.". The meeting was rather unconventional but it wasn't strange considering what her parents did for a living, and what they did was run, sending her notes when to move and such it was a life where she couldn't have friends. Sure she had a brother once...but he was taken from them when she was still little. Didn't even know his damned name.

She began to lead him down the hallway turning on the light to each room. One was filled with suitcases, and boxes, the other was a recreational room filled with a futon couch a few tables and a TV. She never spent more than five minutes in the room but she didn't feel comfortable with him sleeping--wait did he even sleep?

"Sorry it's not much."

(That idea is fine haha, it gives more of a dramatic feel and opens up a different side to him lol. )

Zander sat down on his futon watching tv, he realized the first night that he couldn’t sleep which made nights boring for him. A week since the first night had pasted and he felt that Skylar felt more comfortable around him as well as he felt more comfortable around her. Zander reached for the remote swearing when his hand ghosted through it. He was still getting used to his new body and the limitations. He could lie down and sit on anything but more often than not objects he was trying to grab would go right through him. After finally picking up the remote he turned off the tv and looked at the clock.

“5:30 I should probably wake the princess up.” He said to himself before walking to her room. Zander went to open the door only to find out it was locked. Isn’t that just great. He walked through the door shivering as he got to the other side. Gah I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.

Zander looked down at Skylar smirking at her razzled appearance. “Wake up princess. He whispered in her ear.

Skylar tossed and turned the first few nights unable to grasp the concept of her new found 'friend'. It had been awhile before she had gotten used to the routine of waking up, seeing something someone else didn't see and rushing off to work all in one sitting. Sometimes he'd follow her and be in her way, and other days he'd just wonder off but still be in close quarters able to come to her in case of emergency.

She drifted in and out of sleep as Zander's presence in the room became abundant to her. Cold air crept up into the room, making her hairs stand on end. The young red head moved slightly as his words hit the air and then met with her ears. Opening her eyes she saw him standing over her, jumping up onto the bed Skylar gasped slightly in surprise, "I'll never get used to that..." he eyes trailed off towards the door. Can't even lock anything, he just phases through it..

" No work today,...so whatcha wanna do?" she asked running a hand through her tangled red hair, yawning sleepily.

[B] “Drink, kill, have women…All the things I did when alive. Oh, You mean with you. I don’t know I’m still not sure about all the things I can do.” [B] Zander said with a smile on his face. He tugged on a strand of her red hair before walking back to the door. “Take a shower and get dressed then we can decide what to do.”

He walked out of the door with a nostalgic look on his face remembering his life when he was in the mob. He had a room that was better than a presidential suite, he had people waiting on him hand and foot. Everything was perfect now he had to struggle to do everything. Do I really deserve this?

(Woops! The past few days have been a bit crazy, but I'm back now lol. )

She sat there, watching him exit her room. Was he really gone? Or could he become invisible? Rocking back in forth she contemplated the day ahead, she needed food but she didn't know how long she'd stay in this house. Skylar got up, showered, and got dressed in a pair of skinnies, and a thick-strapped tank, holes abundant on the back. Sliding her shoes on the phone began to ring, normally she'd ignore it but once she heard it reach the answering machine, she heard a familiar voice.

"Skylar Rose Spektor, you answer this phone, this is very important you little brat!"

Her mothers voice, which was never a good sign. Pushing open the bedroom door she ran down the stairs, practically falling over herself as she reached the last few stairs. Grabbing the phone of the receiver, she held the cold plastic to her face. "Yes, ma?" she asked as her mother explained how she heard about her 'accident'.

"No I don't remember what happened or why I was there...No I-...I didn't see any men in uniform until I got out of the ambulance. No mom! What's this about?" she questioned before hearing the dial tone from the other end of teh conversation. Placing the phone down angrily she grabbed her keys from the kitchen table and proceeded towards the door.

Zander walked in front of the door blocking it from Skylar. “Skylar from what I heard your parents are in jail. Don’t go and rescue them it’s their fault that you were almost killed. If you go and get them they’ll get you killed.”

Zander grabbed Skylar’s arm and dragged her back to the living room. “Come on Princess don’t go. Stay here.”

(Its fine mine has been a little crazy too)

It took a few seconds to register it all, before she was pushed away from the door and towards the living room. How would he know?. "Uh, I wasn--, how would you know?" the redhead questioned turning around to see the man dead on. Her green eyes like daggers as she eyed him down top to bottom. "All she said she was at 1733rd Mocking Bir--, damn it that's right down the street from the county jail." she mumbled to herself, biting her lip and sitting herself upon the arm chair to her right. Skylar cradled herself in her arms for a split second before looking back up to Zander.

There were still so many questions he needed to answer.

“Beside the fact that it’s right by the jail I know that my fam – the mafia would not let them go without any punishment.” Zander looked at Skylar putting both hands on her shoulder to make sure she was looking at him. “Sky, trust me when I say you don’t want to get in the middle of this if anything you should cut off the ties from them and change your last name.”

“I will never ask you anything again but please don’t go. Zander walked back upstairs not wanting to see the choice Skylar made. It’s her parents she’ll most likely go running to them only to wind up dead.”