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Annabeth looks at Lyric, interested in what he is saying. The idea of a ravaged soul brings many morbid pictures to her mind.

Annabeth listens to them all and smiles softly ,"You all sound like a bunch of babies in day care. 'But that was my toy!' 'Nu-uh give it!' my word, " she laughs mimicking children, "Everyone here is dead. Some of us were needed some of us were not. Some of us were killed and some of us died...

Anna shrugs, "When something gets written on the board I guess. Maybe something else is going to happen before it does."

Anna pats Kenzi's back, "It will fade...maybe not anytime soon, but I'm sure it will. This place is all about a second chance. At least that's how I see it. I'm going to try and live the best I can, be everything I can be. Everything I couldn't be when I was alive. Maybe you can do the same."

"I have the oddest feeling that eating people here is a common occurance." Anna says softly looking at Lyric.

Anna frowns and tilts her head, "The dead don't use the bathroom either," she points out, looking at her classmate, "It would only make sense that there would be anything a normal school has.

"Are you ok?" Anna asks her, looking concerned, "Maybe you should lay down, they have to have a nurses office right? It is a school after all. " She pulls Kenzi's chair out for her.

She nods and looks at Lyric, mortified by the thought of being scared to death. "How were you scared to death Lyric?" she absentmindedly hands Kenzi her hankerchife to wipe off with.

Anna listens to all of then and feels a stab of envy, none of them had choosen to die, yet she could clearly remeber smiling as she had felt life slipping away from her. As her emotions rise she gasps and cough harshly, her whole body shaking. It finally stops when a large piece of mirror slides...

"According to Lyric we are all bound to each other. If we fail you and if you fail we fail. So we are your dead family. I'm sure there is a way to visit the people you lost, make sure they are holding up ok." Anna smiles encouragingly, "I'm Annabeth, but most people call me Anna. "

Anna smiles and shakes her head, "I'm not a mind reader. When I had a pulse I was a foster kid for most of my life, knowing what people thought came in handy at times. It wasn't hard to read people then, and it just seemes easier now. Maybe because I'm not distracted by my own pain." She shrugs...

Anna looks at the blonde girl and leans back, she can't be sure but she thinks maybe she knows what is wrong, at least partially. "I'm not happy to be dead. it really blows actually. I finally had a family who loved me, and now I'm here with people I don't know in a place I don't understand. I...

Anna kicks at him, grabbing the glass and reswollowing it without thinking, it doesn't hurt and she finds she rather enjoys the taste as it slides down her throat. "Don't mind Lyric, he has the unique ability to seem happy even though he hates it here." She can tell, from the way he calls it...

Anna nods, somewhat relived that her every choice will not be analyzed and somehow used against her. However, another thought enters her head, "So... people can see us? Or something? I've seen lots of movies where ghosts look like chalk board erasings, is that what we look like? I don't think...

"Sounds...interesting." Anna pokes at Lyric, "So if I wanna suddenly jump you're bones I'm going to hop on you wether I like it or not?" she doesn't want to, but still she really wants to understand this certain part. She doesn't want to freak out and hump someone's leg.

"Maybe she was kinky like that." Anna laughs softly, tossing her head back and. She is finding much more humor in this than she should.

"You ate her finger." Anna adds, nodding and humming, ignoring the fact that he is sitting on her desk. "What did she do after that? If you don't mind me asking that is."

Anna looks up at them curiously, she herself wondering the same thing. The large gashes on her throat are healing slowly, and her skin no longer feels like she had been set onto a a drying rack, though it is still cold, she assumes that comes with being dead.

Anna nods and waves to everyone else, smiling a bit, her throat finally not giving up anymore glass. "Do we call him Mr.Boogie, because I don't think I can do it with a serious face." she looks at Lyric and smiles, "You want to laugh and you've known it for a long time, how do you expect us not...

Annabeth chuckles and moves closer, enjoying talking with another girl, "So, what do you think of this place.?"