{1x1} Trots x Sekeriu

[Sekeriu-]

A ghost x human 1x1 between Trots and I.
Please do not post unless you are either of us. ^^

[Trots]

Name: Mayla Moore
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Female
Personality: Mayla is not exactly the quiet type. She expresses her thoughts to others easily and she doesn’t care what others think as much as others. She shares her secrets just so there can be no false information about her and no one can threaten her. She’s an open book and plans to stay that way. She is a strong girl. Her appearance is fairly feminine but when she is in the pool she’s a savage animal. She plays Varsity Water Polo at her new college and because of the scholarship she had enough money to stay in her own apartment.

[Sekeriu-]

xxName: Valentine Felina. // Age: Twenty-two. // Gender: Male.
Personality: Valentine has changed dramatically since when he was alive.
His time in solitude made him more thoughtful and observant. He was never
one to speak much and when he was alive he was quite popular, although he
was always known for being dark and mysterious which was what had drawn
so many people to him. Most of the time he was just... there, people hardly
ever heard him speak but for some reason he was still able to have many
friends. // Past: He was a star athlete in track and many people thought he
had a bright future ahead of him in college track and maybe even one day
the Olympics, but it never came to be. He was murdered in his home by a
rival from a different school. No one found out who the murderer was and
his life became a cold case. He was close to his father and little sister before
he died, he regrets leaving them alone without him and he resents the fact
that he was killed over such a petty reason. // Faceclaim: Rin Matsuoka

[Trots]

Mayla carefully drove into the driveway provided for her that was nicely cleaned up and had a path that wasn’t covered in snow so the people living in the apartment building wouldn’t have trouble getting through. It was the middle of Witner and Mayla wasn’t in her best mood. Winter=no pool. The pool was one of the only places she could express herself and hurt people on purpose. Not hurting them but temporarily drowning them. She was sporty and athletic but couldn’t do much after the snow came along.

It was about 7PM when she got out of her car; soon walking over to the old but rather stable door with the numbers “488”. She pulled her keys from her pocket and held the knob as she placed the key in the key hole, pulling the door towards her and twisting the key so the door would open. Once she felt the warm feeling of the air conditioner on, she smiled and was quick to move inside and set her bags down. It would be a new start. A new home and a new school. It would all go well... right?

[Sekeriu-]

Valentine stared longingly outside the window at the snow covered streets. It had been almost two and a half years since he was killed in his apartment, only one person had lived in there since then and it was another man his age. He had only lived there a few months before he moved back out and since then, Val had been completely alone. He was already used to being alone by now, no one had been able to see him or hear him since his death and it gave him a hollow feeling in his chest. He was disconnected from the world he knew and now he was stuck drifting in his apartment. He couldn't remember the last time he spoke, maybe when the other man was here? When he was alive he was very independent and didn't have many true friends, but now he wished that he had taken the time to talk to people when he had the chance, though it was much too late for that to come true.

He heard the front door open, not as surprised to hear it as he usually was. The past few weeks people had been coming in to look at the place thinking about renting it but none had shown enough interest to actually get it. What he saw was definitely not what he expected-- a girl with long black hair and several bags with her. He didn't think anyone would be moving in for a while but he was definitely wrong. He walked closer to her and inspected her, unafraid of her seeing him. He was sad she wouldn't be able to see him or talk to him, but at least the apartment would be more lively with her around. He smiled lightly at the thought of someone else there, even if they didn't even know he existed.

[Trots]

Mayla couldn’t see the ghost but she felt a chill run down her spine. It was a strange sense. The owners had told her there was a murder in the apartment, but that just made her more curious. She began to walk around the home and examined the different things. There was a small kitchen with a counter top table which wasn’t too bad. It looked rather new. Then there was a small living room that was empty. Her things would be moving in soon. There was a bathroom and bedroom down the hall; them both being rather large and comfortable. She took in the empty scene and slowly began to wander towards her bags again.

She took off her mittens and carefully placed them in her jacket pocket before removing her snow boots. As she did this, she examined the walls and seemed to gag almost. They really needed a repaint. And the floors? Probably hadn’t been cleaned in years. It was hardwood and rather nice but just dusty and muddy, too. It was odd. She picked up her bags carefully and began to move towards the bedroom where she’d stay in for the night and more nights to come. Right now she just didn’t have a bed... so she’d be sleeping with a blanket, pillow, and blow up mattress. Pretty comfortable is you ask me.

[Sekeriu-]

Valentine followed a couple feet behind her. After all the time he spent there he was able to see how the condition of the apartment had declined. It wasn't like there was much he could do about it since he couldn't actually touch anything. He missed all of the things he had in his apartment, seeing all of his possessions taken from him was a bitter memory he thought of constantly. That was the moment he truly realized he was dead. He had thought it was all just a dream until the endless days in his empty apartment started to settle into his brain. He had never done anything wrong to anyone else, he hardly even talked to anyone yet he still had his life stolen from him when he was supposed to be safe in his home.

He was curious about her, after all she was technically his new roommate. When the other man had lived there he had at first thought it was creepy watching him and listening into his life, yet he stopped caring when he realized that there was nothing else he was able to do. He wasn't able to entertain himself any other way like he used to be able to with a phone or television, the only thing he could do now was people watch as time seemed to drag on. Val was respectable enough to know not to intrude on her when she needed privacy, just because he was invisible and could walk through walls didn't mean he felt like he could look at her when she was vulnerable-- he was still a gentleman. He was glad it was a girl living there with him now, boys who lived alone were often gross, loud, and irritating.

[Trots]

Mayla felt the chills again and had turned to looked about the empty room. She frowned and carefully moved over to the window, pulling the blinds shut and then going over to the light switch to turn the room light on, but it didn’t seem to work. It had flickered a few times before going out. This made her groan and get out her phone, turning the flashlight on and setting it to the side on the ground to light up the area.

It didn’t take long for her to finally get the pump for the mattress to start working, and once it did, she began to go through her bags and she removed her jacket and placed it neatly in her bag. Once she felt good with this and got comfortable in her clothing, she went through a bag filled with her gear and she took out the yellow and black ball, spinning it on the palm of her hand before gripping it with her pinky and thumb. She didn’t have much to do so she could practice as she waited. She went over to a wall and gently knocked against it until she didn’t feel an echo. That meant wood. She then began to toss the ball against that spot and kept her arm high to get it tired before switching to the other. She always did this so her arms would get used to grabbing and throwing the ball.

[Sekeriu-]

Val noticed that she seemed to be looking around the room for something. Could she feel him there somehow? He doubted it, the man who lived there previously never even showed the slightest sign of feeling his presence. The last thing he wanted to do was get his hopes up by wanting her to see him, she probably wouldn’t even want to stay there if she knew some dead man was hovering around her. When she was blowing up her mattress he decided to leave the room for the few moments, still feeling slightly odd from being so close to her. He wasn’t sure if what he was doing was considered stalking or if he was just being nosy.

When he heard knocking he returned to the room, curious about what had caused it. Seeing her throw the ball against the same spot was interesting, even when he was living he wasn’t that good at aiming which was one of the reasons he had pursued track and field instead of any other spot. He missed stretching his legs out and running, he was undefeated in hurdles during his prime years that were unceremoniously cut short. He sighed and sat with his legs crossed by the corner next to her phone.

[Trots]

Mayla felt the strange feeling disappear for only a few moments before she felt it again. It wasn’t right. It felt as if somebody was watching her. There wasn’t anyone in the house, right? She furrowed her brow and let the ball drop to the ground before she moved and went over to her phone. When she got closer she paused in her movements and just stared at it. She felt the sick feeling come back and she knew something was up. She carefully picked up her phone and looked around the room before frowning . “Hello?” She called, listening to the echo of her voice roam the empty halls. “Hmm.” She put her phone out in front of her for the light and began to make her way towards the kitchen to get some water or a drink.

She never felt so tired before but she was planning on having a few sips as a little getting home and her life together party for one. She was proud that she decided to move in alone and she was hoping that she’d be successful with her sport and grades. She’d just have to work for it, and no distractions could get in her way. That’s what she thought at least.