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

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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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"Pssssssssst!"

That would be a violently gesturing Anna-body down the hall. "Over here!"

And oh Thank the little baby Jesus that her body was here now, 'cause tracking it down was gonna get problematic.

Anna rushed over and, without actually bothering to determine who was in her body first, or even get out of the hallway or anything, said, "Okay, on a scale of one to ten...how much do you feel a strange force compelling you to murder everyone in the dorms?"

It was an important question, okay?

"Holy shit," Kenzi said, previous freaking out now amped up and completely derailed. "Dude. Are you serious?! I don't want to kill anybody!" She would have inhaled in shock there, but oh yeah, she didn't have to breathe.

"So I woke up in your room and I didn't know how I got there and I was trying not to freak out too bad and I headed for the door and I fell through the door and then I kind of jumped through it back and forth for a while and then I went into my room without the key and am I supposed to know this? Did I miss this? What the everloving fuck, Anna?"

"Okay, okay, good," Anna said. Deep breaths. Breathing: still weird. "Okay, I can--I can explain, just--inside," she said, trying to shove Kenzi into her room. "In there."

Kenzi fell through the door again.

"That is never gonna stop being weird!" she told Anna. "And you better have my key in your pockets, 'cause I dunno about doorknobs right now."

Anna fumbled around in her pockets--pockets, how novel, she wished she'd sewn some into her dress--until she found the keys. "Here, okay?" And then she slammed the door shut behind her, turned to Kenzi, and said, "Okay, I don't know what's going on here but the thing is." Deep breath.

"The thing is I'm dead."

Kenzi had the immediate impulse to say Duh, genius but then realized she hadn't been sure, and: "When did this happen? Have you been dead this whole time?!"

...because dude, that would explain so much.

Anna sort of laughed, not a nice laugh, but, "Kenzi, I've been dead since 1958."

"Jeezus." Kenzi tried to sit down. And fell through her own bed.

"...okay, so this is a pain in the ass." She looked down at herself, poked at the carpet, wondering why she wasn't falling through the floor, then looked up at her body. That was-- "Fifty-three years? And you.. this is... Um." She reached up and rubbed her head, think think think. "Whoa, wait, have you killed people? 'Cause that seems like the question you ask when something's happened before."

"I was under a curse," Anna said, which wasn't exactly a yes except for how it totally was. "For a long time." And then, as far as the falling through stuff went, she said, "You get used to it. Just...think like it's fine."

"Okaaaay." And... "Wow, that sucks." Kenzi blinked up at her, then slowly got to her feet. "This is why always the white dress, and no shoes for a while, and... yeah, no, I don't feel like killing anybody." She shrugged helplessly. "I just feel-- weird. No breathing, and no heartbeat, and you know all this, but it seriously wigged me out this morning." 1958. Wow. Kenzi scuffed her foot on the carpet, kind of half-surprised she could still do that. "Um, did you do this? Or did something happen? Or is this all Island stuff?" She sighed. "Again."

"I didn't do anything, I swear, I just woke up like this." Which was bizarre. "And yeah, this is--that's," she amended, waving a hand at her dress, on her body, in which was Kenzi, "that's what I was wearing when I--when I died. I've been stuck in it ever since." She frowned at her body's feet. "It's weird, though, I was wearing shoes."

But it was good that Kenzi didn't feel like killing anybody!

Very good! Very very good! Kenzi got into enough trouble without doing things on accident, like homicide!

"I might've fallen out of them and not noticed, the way I'm going." Kenzi bit her lip, pulled out some hair to look at it, then looked at her own body. Started to grin. "Dude. I really do rock that outfit. So, can you -- I -- go invisible? And how's it feel to be human again?"

Now she was playing with the putting her hand through stuff. This had all sorts of possibilities.

"No, I mean, when I died, I was wearing shoes. I was on my way to a dance," Anna explained, distracted, because yes, she knew it was tragic, but when the tragedy was your life it sort of lost its immediacy to shock after a while. "I don't know what happened to them. And it's weird, you know? Breathing is weird. I don't remember my heart beating so loud..."

She shook her head. "Yes, I--you--can 'go invisible,' but maybe you'd better wait until you've mastered opening doors and sitting in chairs first?"

"Yeah, okay, you might have a point...." Kenzi stopped to stare at Anna again, then said hesitantly, "What happened to you? Do you remember?"

Maybe she didn't, because hello, shoes. But. It seemed like something she should ask, if she was going to be wearing Anna for a while.

"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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