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Skylar Jenkins

"I used to be a good girl."

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a character in “Welcome To Crown City”, as played by desire99600



Meant To Live || Switchfoot
"Fumbling his confidence
And wondering why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he's bent for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside "


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I Blame Myself || Sky Ferreira
"How could you know what it feels like to fight the hounds of hell?
You think you know me so well
How could you know what it feels like to be outside yourself?
You think you know me so well
I just want you to realize I blame, I blame myself
I blame myself for my reputation"


☽| Name |☾
"It could definitely be worse."
Skylar Crystal Jenkins

☽| Nickname(s ) |☾
"It doesn't really mater to me."
Skye [Most preferred], Skylar [likes], Crystal [Her name at the club]

☽| Age |☾
"I'm young, but I can do anything."
Twenty-four years-old

☽| Birthday |☾
"It's a shitty birthday."
December 24th

☽| Gender |☾
"You must be blind."

☽| Sexual Orientation |☾
"I like men."

☽| Ethnicity & Nationality |☾
"I'm not really sure."
Skye has lived in America her entire life. Her mother, she knows is French, as she came over from France as a girl, but she's never known her father so she doesn't know where he's from. She knows how to speak French, her mother taught her, but, from growing up in the South, she has a strong a country accent.

☽| Species |☾
"What kind of a question is that?"

☽| Occupation |☾
"Stripping isn't exactly my dream job."
She's a stripper in a club near her New York apartment.

The Kids Aren't Alright || The Offspring
"When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
Was gonna make it big and not be beat

Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives

Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams"



☽| Eye color |☾
"I'm a blue-eyed, blonde-haired southern girl."
Skylar has rather pretty eyes. They're not an electric shade of blue or anything extremely remarkable, but they're still quite lovely. They're sort of a grey-blue color with flecks of green in them.

☽| Height |☾
"I've always been the tall, athletic one."
Skye is rather tall, standing around 5'11" with long legs

☽| Build |☾
"I work hard for this body."
Skylar has a somewhat athletic build. She's tall and slim, but shapely as well with well toned legs and curvy hips. In high school, she used to play volleyball and soccer, and as such, was good at staying in shape. Now, she goes to the gym often and loves running. Running is one of her favorite things to do. Whenever she's stressed out or worked up about something, she goes for a run. This keeps her in shape.

☽| Scars |☾
"I've got some."
>> Inside of left arm & right side of ribs <<
From about the inner part of her elbow to the inside of her wrist, Skye has a long, rather jagged scar. This she got in the car accident that screwed up her entire life. She has several scars from this accident that she hates, but the two most obvious ones are the ones on her arm and another, on her right side. It sits right on her ribs.
>> Left eyebrow <<
Skylar has a small scar that cuts through the arch of her left eyebrow. Typically, it's easy enough to hide with make up so she doesn't hate it too much. It's from a guy she dated shortly after becoming a stripper. He hit her with a beer bottle, giving her the scar. His injuries, however, were much worse so she considers it a victory.
>> Left shin <<
On her left shin, she has a scar she got from an accident as a child. It wasn't anything too traumatic, just a mistake made during a soccer game, and the scar is pretty faint now that she's older, but it's still there and she still remembers the day she got it.

☽| Piercings |☾
"I'm not a huge fan of them."
Sky had her ears pierced once in each lobe and one cartilage piercing on her right ear. Other then this, she doesn't have any piercings. She used to have her nose and several other places pierced when she was a teenager, but she's long-since taken them out and let them close.

☽| Tattoos |☾
"Just a few."
>> Back of neck <<
Her first tattoo is a rose sitting on the back of her neck, under her hair. This she got for her mother, Rose, after her death. It's there as a memory of her mother, though she doesn't tell people this because it gets her emotional.
>> Left collarbone <<
Along her left collarbone, Skye has the words "this too shall pass" tattooed in a cursive script. She got this one a few years after the rose tattoo and the car accident that killed her family. It's there to remind her to stay positive even in the darkest times.
>> Back of elbow <<
Her final tattoo is for her sister. It sits on the back of her elbow, of a little "pinky swear" motion. When her little sister turned eighteen, for her birthday, Skye brought her to the tattoo shop and they both got matching tattoos.

☽| Manner |☾
"I try to stay positive."
Skylar has a very positive attitude about her. Her life has been anything but easy, but it's made her strong and you can see that in her. She's confident and walks with a sense of purpose, like she knows who she is and her place in the world. She may have major insecurities, but you'd never know it upon seeing her. She's got a bright, beautiful smile that seems to light up a room and an almost infectious laughter.


Doses & Mimosas || Cherub
"Crying when you're by yourself
Cause of what they think
About you
Makes time go slow slow slow
Makes time go slow slow slow
Something's gotta give soon
Or I'm gonna lose it
Substance abusing
And never come down"



☽| Skills & Strengths |☾
"Strength is about overcoming weaknesses."
▲ Positive ➛ Despite the way her life has turned out, Skye does everything she can to stay positive. This means that she never loses hope. Even in the most desperate of situations, she knows how to keep her spirits up, which can be a huge strength as it gives her the ability to push through the pain.
▲ Socializing ➛ Skylar is a very good at talking to people and her positive attitude can be rather contagious. She knows how to make people laugh even when they're at their worst and is very sensitive to others emotions. She's very much a caretaker and hates to see others hurt, even if it means ignoring her own feelings, she's always ready to make someone feel better.
▲ Athletic ➛ Skye is a quite athletic. She loves to run and is very good at it, as she can run really fast for quite a long time. She's also athletic in the sense that she can take care of herself. She knows how to throw a punch if she's backed into a corner. It's a skill that comes in handy a lot in her line of work. A lot of guys tend to think stripper is the same as prostitute and she has to teach them otherwise.
▲ Smart ➛ Skylar is extremely smart. Unfortunately, she never applied herself too well in high school, so, even though she graduated from a very good private high school her grades were rather low. Despite this, however, Skye is actually brilliant. She got accepted into Harvard Law School, and is very good at schoolwork when she applies herself. Sadly, however, she messed things up to the point where her brains no longer matter much. Not with the life she lives.

☽| Flaws & Weaknesses |☾
"People tend not to like me."
▼ Dealing with emotion ➛ While she is a very positive person and is good at cheering others up, Skye is very bad at handling her own emotions. She prefers to just push them down either by running or making an amusing joke to lighten the mood. At the end of the day, she rarely ever cries and prefers to bottle things up, masking them with false happiness.
▼ Shame ➛ Skylar hates what she does and the life she's living. She can't help but feel ashamed and hates that she's ruined all her great potential and fucked up her life. Though she acts confident, she is actually rather insecure about the fact that she's a stripper.
▼ Addiction ➛ Skye is very smart, but, unfortunately, she struggles with several very intense addictions she can't seem to shake no matter how hard she tries. She needs to kick them if she's ever going to clean up her life, but she's trying to do it alone and it's very hard.

☽| Likes |☾
"I like smart people."
♥ Drinking
♥ Drugs
♥ Dancing
♥ Tea
♥ Reading
♥ Being challenged
♥ Smart people
♥ Her little sister
♥ Running
♥ Sex

☽| Dislikes |☾
"I hate when it's cold out."
✘ Cold weather
✘ Negative people
✘ Her older brother
✘ Working
✘ Withdrawals
✘ Therapy
✘ Crying in front of people
✘ Being told no
✘ The city

☽| Fears |☾
"I don't want to hurt anyone."
☠ Screwing up her little sister ➛ Skylar has royally fucked up her life, and she's trying to make herself accept that, but she can't let herself fuck up her baby sister's life as well and the idea that she might terrifies her. She wants to do right by her, but it's hard.
☠ Dying alone ➛ Skye has never really been able to hold down a relationship and she's afraid she may never find the right guy. Afterall, she's a stripper, who's going to love her?
☠ Ruining her life for good ➛ Skye is afraid that she'll never be able to get out of the trouble she's gotten herself into. She's trying hard and working on it, but it's damn near impossible to break some of the ugly habits she's acquired and she's afraid she'll always be right where she is, never able to make anything of herself.

☽| Personality |☾
"I used to be a good girl."
Upon hearing Skylar's story and everything she's been through, you might expect her to be a rather sullen, dark person, but in fact, she's quite the opposite. She prefers not to dwell on her hardships and instead, does her best to remain positive. In fact, she does this so much, it's become second nature to her. She's rather good at sweeping her emotions under the rug and putting on a dazzling smile that none can see through.

Talking to Skye is always fun. She's full of smiles and laughs. She's the kind of girl who's attention you can't help but love because somehow, she makes you feel good about yourself. She knows how to make people laugh even in the hardest times and is a very good friend to have because, when the chips are down, you can bet your ass she'll be there for you.

She's a very loyal person, but this isn't always a good thing. In fact, she gives so much of herself to others that, at the end of the day, there's often not much left for her. She often looks at herself in the mirror and hates what she sees, but doesn't want to express this. Instead, she pretends everything's okay, not seeking help from others because she's never really had any. She's always been the caretaker, never the one needing care.

She's also a brilliant girl. Most people tend to see Skylar as nothing more the tits and legs, seeing as she's a stripper, but should you actually listen to her when she speaks, it becomes fairly obvious that there's much more to her then sex. She's extremely smart and loves to learn. She reads the paper and can often be found with a book in her hands when she's on her own. She's more then just a stripper and much more then just some little country girl, but very few people ever notice this anymore due to the darker side of her that's taken over her life.

Despite Skylar's dazzling personality, she has some very rough edges. She has a dark, troubled side that she fights with almost every single day. She battles various drug addictions as well as a nasty case of alcoholism. Currently, she's sober, but it's a very precarious ledge she's standing on. Just one drink, or one hit of a joint and she'll get dragged right back down into darkness. It's like there's a monster inside her that, no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to keep locked up. It just keeps resurfacing.

Skye's deeply troubled, but she prefers not to let anyone know this. Only her sister really knows how bad her addictions are and she's helped her a lot in her fight against them, but there's only so much she can do. Skye hates seeing the disappointment on her little sister's face every time she gives in and has a drink so she refuses to do that to anyone else. She hides her troubles as well as she can. Hell, she's an expert at pretending to be sober even when she can hardly think straight.

Skylar is a very smart, caring person. She loves others with everything she has and does her absolute best to keep a smile on her face at all times, but at the end of the day, she's just as fucked up as everyone else. She's just really good at hiding her dark side, or at least masking it so well that it doesn't seem like a problem. She just can't help but blame herself for screwing up her life so damn bad and can't seem to see a way out. No matter how hard she tries, it's always like taking one step forward, and two steps back.

Nothin' Better To Do || LeAnn Rhimes
"Hitched to town with Bobby Jo and Tommy
Couple of lookers, new best friends
We slipped in the back of Sunday service
Know them church ladies, they heard us
Bum smoke money from the offering
Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handy work"
Oh, the trouble you'll get into
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
Yea yea yea yea"


☽| Family |☾
"It's just me and Lizzie now."
Rose Conway || Mother || Deceased
Lewis Conway || Step-father || 48 || Alive
Jesse Jenkins|| Older Brother || 30 || Alive
Elizabeth "Lizzie" Conway || Little half-sister || 22 || Alive
Angel Conway || Youngest half-sister || Deceased

☽| Biography |☾
"It's a long story."
Life wasn't always hard for Skylar. She was born as the second child to Rose Conway. Her mother was from a very wealthy French family, however, when her parents passed away, she moved to the states with all her inherited money and settled down in Savannah Georgia. She was married at twenty years old and pregnant with a boy a year later.

Life was pretty easy growing up. When she was born, her father left so she never knew him, leaving a rather large hole in her life, but her mother was very good at filling it. She was a good woman who loved her children very much. While her older brother was a huge pain in the ass who enjoyed terrorizing her, she could handle him.

Their family was wealthy and they could have anything they'd ever wanted. Things were good, Skylar was very smart, and had the world at her fingertips with all the money her family had. She could be anything she wanted.

Unfortunately, however, things weren't all smiles and happiness. About two years after she was born and her father left, her mother was pregnant again and had no choice but to marry the man. Her step-father never seemed to like her or her sisters, clearly favoring her older brother more the any of the children.

This was never really much of a problem, however, until she was eighteen.

She'd just gotten accepted into Harvard and was making plans to get an apartment and move out when there was an accident. She was in the car with her family on the way home from a Christmas party when a drunk driver hit them and changed her life forever. Her mother and twelve year-old half-sister were both killed on impact. It took Lizzie, her best friend and other half-sister several months to pull through from the damage.

After the accident, the rift between the two girls and Lewis Conway expanded so much, it became quite ugly. He refused to pay for her college now that her mother was no longer alive and he had control over all the money and even kicked her out of the house and disowned her.

In order to pay for her college, Skye went to extreme measures, getting a job at a strip club, promising herself it was only temporary, until she could graduate and get herself a job at a law firm somewhere. It was not as temporary as she'd hoped it to be, however.

In order to deal with the loss of her family and the fact that she had to strip her way through school, Skylar began drinking heavily. This lead to smoking weed, which lead to harder drugs, and before she knew it, she was hopelessly buried under alcoholism and a mountain of drug addictions. Within two years of moving out, Skylar had picked up more bad habits then she could handle and dropped out of college.

When she turned eighteen, two years after Skye had moved out, her little sister Lizzie came to live with her. Lizzie was honestly an angel. She saw the trouble her sister was in and wanted desperately to help. Her first step, was to move her away from the source of her problems, and all the dealers that kept knocking on her door.

The two of them moved to New York city and got an apartment together. Lizzie forced her into therapy and worked hard on helping to get her cleaned up. It was very difficult for Skye however and, as such, she went back to stripping and the addictions kept coming back no matter how hard the two of them tried.

Currently, she's been clean for ten months, the longest she's ever been sober and now she's in a strange place without her sister, unable to remember almost an entire year.


| face claim |: Blake Lively
| hexcode |: #D2B5CF

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So begins...

Skylar Jenkins's Story


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Welcome To Crown City


In The Chambers Of The City Council....

Light from the bay window cast shadows about the room, illuminating on the cobwebs and dust particles that swam freely through the air. It was clear that the room had not been used in some time. A central placed dining table covered in a fine layer of dust took up most of the room. Surface laden with a full set of finely cracked china and fake silver utensils. Opposite the table, against the mahogany wood panel wall rested a bookcase spanning the length of the room. Filled to the brim with book after book, each sporting its own signs of wear and tear. Among the most damaged a red leather journal, its spine painted with fine gold filigree. It was this book that Mayor Bourne promptly plucked from the shelf.

The man in question walked a wide arc around the table to the adjoining room, hidden in a place where the light didn't quite touch. He marched in solemn silence to the singular table in that room. A circular monstrosity that takes up nearly all of the available space. He sat at the head, King Arthur and his Court. He lays the journal heavy upon the table, setting his grim gaze to the occupants of the room. Men and Women alike, wearing masks to obscure every aspect of their identity. Not many of them actually needed to obscurity, but most opted for it as a tradition. For years now the masks, simple clay creations stretched tight over skin before molding just right to its wearer, have been an integral part of these meetings.

"So tell me," Bourne booms, his own masks lips pulling into a taut snarl. Emotion reflected over the surface, "Why it is nobody has stopped these broadcasts!?" His anger swept the room into stony silence. After a beat of timid silence an answer comes, from whispering lips. "We tried sir, its just -" "Its just nothing, we have the best goddamn tech in this forsaken city!" Bourne interrupts, seemingly more interested in causing a scene than discussing anything civilly. The members of the council would be lying had they said their meetings usually went better than this. Bourne was a force to be reckoned with, and this latest slip up was clearly stressing him out.

Bourne's hands slam against the table as he stands once more, crossing quickly to the far wall, where three large monitors hang haphazardly. Yet to be fully installed, or perhaps purposefully hung askew. He flicks on all three, gritting his teeth at the words emblazoned across every single damn one. The strangers are here.

"I want all agents working on this, who ever this message is intended for - no, whoever sent this message is going to be shackled. Do you hear me?!" Barking orders left and right, the Mayor calls the Council to a quick close. With his final words to find out what everything they could. With the extra bodies gone from the room he turns once more, and stares at the monitors listlessly. Turning to his journal from before, he flips through page after page until reaching the final. A page directly in the middle of the book, as if the author had never got the chance to finish.

He scans the page in grim silence, until finally, mercilessly his eyes settle on those damning words.

"The Strangers Are Here."

Welcome To The Den

At the farthest point from the Council Building, in the slums of the City, there lies a place that has been home and haven for many of its wronged citizens. A looming tower, six floors made up of apartments, shops, and most notably a bar. Known as The Den, a place where anyone can go to have sanctuary or safe haven. Guarded by a plethora of wards. Its sprawling visage has been a sign of hope for many of the citizens for years now; Even more so at the founding of the Wicked Six - the Slums resident superheros (or police force if you will.)

Monday nights were rarely packed at the Den, its usual patrons either too tired from the beginning of the week or still hungover from the sunday night parties. Still, workers filed in like flies, buzzing around here and there to serve what little customers they did have. Others filtered down into the basement where their more secretive members liked to stay. All except for Tom, who stood tall and proud against the backdrop of a stage. Microphone in hand, his words garbled and slurred but just barely understandable. It was not unusual for him to be drunk so early, but nonetheless he was.

Many of the patrons in fact were...strangely drunk already. Yet the night had just barely started. It didn't make sense really, not until the workers began to slow down. Foggy brained, feeling sluggish, slumping down into the nearby booths and tables. Some falling to the floor where their heads would clack against the concrete, hard.

Slowly, slowly, and then all at once every single person within the bar collapsed. All except for one little girl, Sonny, neither a patron nor a worker. But a Poltergeist whom had taken up residence there for several millennia. No less than a few seconds later the power shuts down. Curious. Sonny steps through the bars threshold, out into the street. Darkness slowly enveloping the city, building by building. Sonny frowns, watching the pedestrians around her slow to a stop and pass out in much the same way as the bar patrons. Confusion turns to Panic when she notes that even the drivers, though few, have begun to lose control of their cars. Hitting each other, buildings, anything in their way. Sonny turns away, feeling sick at the sound of one car crunching over a fallen pedestrian.

She returns to the bar.


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Skylar had her head down, buried in her arms, dead asleep. She woke with a soft groan, rolling her head across her arms. She sat up slowly, her muscles sore as she blinked the sleep from her eyes and glanced around, trying to figure out where the hell she was. She didn't recognize anything around her. She appeared to be in a bar, but it wasn't one she recognized, and she knew a lot of bars. She sighed, her head pounding badly as she tried to make sense of what was going on. Despite waking up in completely unfamiliar surroundings, Skye was calm as she flagged down the bartender and glanced around her.

A lot of people might panic or worry, but not Skylar. She was used to waking up in strange locations with huge gaps in her memory. There had been times where she'd woken up and not been able to recall the last several weeks. As the bartender brought her a drink, she did her best to figure out where the hell she was and how she'd gotten there. She tried to think back as far as she could, but she kept drawing a blank, unable to remember anything. It was honestly a little scary, because usually, her black outs were accompanied by flashes of memory at the very least, but she honestly couldn't seem to remember anything.

She'd been sober for a while, that much she could remember. She'd been doing a great job for months. Her little sister had been so proud of her. She'd been sober for longer then she had in a long time, so what the hell had happened? She must have flown right off the handle and lost it completely. God, her sister was going to be pissed when she finally dragged herself back in the door and had to explain to her that she'd fallen off the wagon again.

She couldn't help herself. All it took was one drink, and she fell into a black hole of drugs and drinking that she couldn't seem to pull herself out of on her own. It was ruining her and she knew it, but for some reason, she couldn't help but let it just because it felt good. She was way too good at destroying everything around her and all it ever took to tear her world to pieces was one little drink.

The bartender placed her drink in front of her. A shot of tequila. Skye sighed as she ran her fingertip around the rim of the shot glass and stared at it for a minute, trying her hardest to resist the temptation, knowing if she picked up the glass, there was no going back. She'd be drunk within the hour. It was like the devil himself was staring up at her from the bottom of that shot glass and she was doing everything in her power to pull away and break the spell.

After sitting there for what felt like forever, trying to resist, Skylar finally let out a deep sigh and picked up the glass. She brought it to her lips, feeling a wave of guilt overtake her as she did so, but knowing, the second that liquid fire hit her tongue, it would be washed away, replaced with euphoria. Her head ache would cease to exist and her misery and shame at waking up disorientated in yet another bar would dissipate instantly.

Something strange happened though. A powerful wave of exhaustion washed over her, sucking the energy right out of her body. She lowered the hand holding the shot to rub the grogginess from her eyes, but she couldn't seem to make her other hand move no matter how hard she tried. Eventually, Skye gave up. Whatever was happening to her was too powerful to fight. She closed her eyes and lowered her head to rest on her arms again, blinking slowly, using up the last of her energy pushing back the blackness until finally, she closed her eyes and didn't open them again. The last thing she remembered seeing before passing out cold was the bartender, dropping to the floor.


Alex was busy doing "ghost things". Being a ghost with no job and only one friend who was busy doing other things, she had a lot of free time on her hands. It got awfully boring sometimes. Sure, she was lucky enough to have a physical form, but she couldn't use it too much. So she had to improvise in order to entertain herself. She'd spent about an hour in her physical form that morning getting drunk as hell before changing back to her "ghostly" self and spending the rest of the day doing what she liked to call drunk haunting.

Haunting was fun sometimes, but drunk haunting was always entertaining. Sure, some might see it as cruel to torment innocent humans all day, but she was far past caring. When you can live forever and yet, are barely able to change the TV channel without extreme effort, you get pretty damn bored. Besides, she wasn't really hurting anyone. She just liked to play harmless tricks on people to scare them a little. Sometimes she didn't even do that, sometimes she just liked to follow people around and watch them live their lives. The living were so interesting to her. She was dead and had been for a long time, but if she was being honest, she hadn't come to terms with it yet.

She couldn't make herself pass on if she tried. She just didn't feel like she was ready to give up her time on earth yet. So she just spent her days haunting humans, or following them around, or maybe using her physical form to interact with them. Anything she could do to maintain a connection with the living, she did. She just wanted to be alive again and maybe get the hell out of Crown City for good, but even though she was in denial, she knew that would never happen. She was stuck as she was for the rest of her life, a lonely ghost. How could you blame her for wanting to get fucked up and laugh at the fear of the living?

Alex was starting to bore, however. She was beginning to sober up and she was starting to feel a little bad about scaring some innocent lady out of her mind almost all day. She hadn't hurt her, but still. The woman wasn't going to sleep without nightmares of ghosts for a while. Alex sighed and placed her hand on the woman's arm. This instantly caused her to start screaming, as she couldn't see Alex, but could feel her icy cold touch. In fact, her touch was so cold, that her teeth started to chatter.

She was about to calm the woman down and manipulate her memories a little to make her forget most of the scary events of the day. After all, Alex liked to play fucked up jokes sometimes, but she wasn't ruthless. She had a little bit of mercy in her. However, before she had the chance to dip into her mind and change alleviate her fear, something strange happened. As Alex reached for the woman's subconscious, she felt it slipping away from her. Almost like she was dying, but not quite.

As she watched, the woman simply fell asleep while she grasped her. She took a step back and looked her over in confusion. What the hell?, was all she could think. No one had ever fallen asleep while she was touching them before. That was definitely unexpected. Alex just sighed and rolled her eyes. She'd seen a lot in her many years as a ghost, but even she was still surprised sometimes. She shook it off and made her way through the house into the kitchen. She did the woman a quick favor by using a lot of concentration to flip her oven off for her before closing her eyes and doing what she loved most about being a ghost: teleporting.

When she opened her eyes, she was out in the street, walking back towards the little apartment she shared with Haven. The two of them certainly made interesting room mates, a ghost and a robot, but Haven seemed to be one of the few people Alex found tolerable. More importantly, Haven was on of the few beings that could find Alex tolerable as well so they actually made rather good friends. While Alex wasn't one to get attached emotionally, she couldn't help but love Haven a little. She was so lonely most of the time, it was good to have company.

As she walked down the center of the street, cars drove right through her, having no effect on her. Standing in the street letting cars pass through her was yet another thing she liked to do as a ghost. Every time something or someone drifted through her, it sent a strange sensation though her that she kind of liked. As she walked and yet another zoomed through her, she watched, perplexed, as it veered suddenly off the road and went right into the side of a house, making her raise a brow. She teleported over to the wreckage to find the driver passed out cold at the wheel. Damn. Something freaky was definitely going on in Crown City. Being curious, naturally, she wanted to know just what the fuck was up.