dressedinblood | Outside Room 205, then in Room 202, Saturday Morning

Anna had raced back from town as quickly as she could--she was clumsy and uncoordinated, and having some trouble with breathing and running at the same time, but she'd made pretty good time for all that because--well, because she was terrified of what she was going to find when she got here and terror gave one wings, it seemed. It had taken her two tries to get into the dorms, but by the time she crested the stairs to the second floor she'd basically forgotten that lesson in her panic, which was why she ran full-tilt into the door to her room--and, of course, rebounded, clutching at her nose. "Ow!"

Then she tried the doorknob and remembered oh, yeah, she didn't have a key. Because she was in the wrong body. (Also, she usually didn't bother carrying the key around anyway, since it wasn't like she needed it. But that was beside the point.)

"Hello?" she called softly through the door, both afraid of waking Stacey if she was in there and...well, afraid of what else might be in her room. "Are...is anyone in there?" And more importantly, how inexplicably homicidal did they or did they not feel right now?

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"No, I--I mean, yes, but I didn't until...someone broke the curse." Anna sat down heavily on the bed and asked, "Do you really want to know? Because it's really awful."

"Yeah," Kenzi said, a little unsure. Then with more certainty, "Hey, if you got through it--" Sort of. "I can hear about it. You know?"

"I was going to run away," Anna said softly. "After the dance, I mean, I wasn't going home. My mom had this guy she was going to marry, and he was awful, and so...except then she wouldn't let me leave the house. She said my dress made me look like a slut," she said, sad, looking at her dress. "I don't think it makes me look like a slut, do you?"

"Dude, no!" Kenzi looked down at herself, stumped how anyone could get 'slut' from a home-made white dress from the Fifties. "Your mom was nuts. And-- I get that. The horrible stepfather thing. That's why I left home." She reached out to pat Anna's arm, and found that she could actually do that when she focused a bit.

"Yeah, well, I didn't get to," Anna told her. "Because my mother..." This was hard. "We were fighting? And my mom. Killed me. With the kitchen knife. She, uh. She cut my throat. And then she cursed me--turns out she was a witch? Like a black witch. So I couldn't ever leave the house. I don't know if that really worked out how she meant it to," she mumbled.

"Whooooooa." Kenzi's mouth had dropped open, and she was staring. "I... wow. I am so sorry. That's-- I mean, my mom's no prize, but that is hard-core evil. You so didn't deserve that." She looked down at Anna's hands and found them bunched into fists. "Bitch."

"Yeah. But, I mean, the curse is broken now! And I could leave the house and I didn't have to kill everyone who came into the house and actually, I think the house might have collapsed into a hell dimension...long story. But I was just kind of. I mean, this is pretty weird and I didn't know what I was going to find, so I was...worried." Specifically, that her body would have killed everyone in the dorms, yes. "Because it's still sort of...I mean I'm not..." Anna sighed, gestured to her body, and said, "There's sort of. Another side of me. Than that. That's what I was scared I was going to find." Deep breath. "They called me Anna Dressed in Blood."

"Anna Dressed in Blood," Kenzi said, alarmed, but with relish. "Really? Amazing. And woohoo, not cursed! And not having to kill people!"

Wait, did that mean that she'd killed her own mom? ... Well, if she did, it was totally self-defense. Sort of. Since she'd already been dead and cursed and crap.

"...only, wait, so what happens when you're dressed in blood? Aside from, uh. Being dressed in blood." EEP.

Canon is actually vague on whether Anna's mom just had a heart attack or some kind of early manifestation of Anna's ghost caused said heart attack, and Anna wasn't sane at the time so she doesn't remember, so if we could avoid those questions IC?

"Um, it's kind of...gross. And hard to explain. I mean, I didn't usually have a mirror. But I get...a lot stronger, and a lot more violent, and I would like to avoid it as much as possible, and I'm so glad you don't feel any kind of...yes."

~~No problem!~~

"Erf." Kenzi unclenched her fists, and shook her head. Double-checking the inside of her head for homicidal impulses. "Nope. No crazy urge to kill anyone. Or... hey! No urge to jump anyone! Woo! It wore off! Or maybe it doesn't effect dead people." She tilted her head. "How 'bout you?"

"No, I just...I just feel..." Anna sort of half-laughed. "Alive. And...I think I'm hungry?"

"Oh, we so have to get you fed!" Kenzi waved her arms, excited. "That is a Maserati engine you've got to stoke there! I had food at the slumber party last night, but it's time for pancakes or waffles or oh hey, did they have Pop-tarts in Thunder Bay fifty-some years ago?"

"No, but I've seen them in the common room," Anna said before getting distracted by one of the other things Kenzi had said. "Oh, pancakes. I loved pancakes! Especially with lots of butter and syrup and, oh, bacon."

"Bacon!" Kenzi agreed, then blinked. "Hey. I'm not hungry. Do you even eat? Or do you eat ghost food?"

Please say it wasn't blood.

"No, I don't eat," Anna told her. "I don't sleep, either."

"Coooool. Weird, but cooool." Kenzi grinned and bounced, making the white dress fluff out for a moment. "We should head to the cafe! And demand foods! Lots of foods! And I thought I felt bad for Jonothan when he just got used to food again, jeez."

Anna didn't know who Jonothan was, but she said, "Okay, yes. Let's do that!" Food.

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