<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/hoodedtrenchcoat5.jpg)</div><br/><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Hideo Saitou</span></em></strong><br/><hr/><br/>Hideo's face twisted a bit at Cristofolo's suggestion. Typically, when one heard screams such as the ones coming from the beach, one wouldn't have gone looking for the trouble. Was he a coward? Not at all, but he wasn't so quick to dive head first into a potentially bad situation without being provoked. "Ehhhh...I think I'll pass on that one." He muttered bluntly, his shoulders raising in a shrug. He began retreating back into his room, smirking the whole way in. "I've seen enough movies to know where THIS is going..thanks, but I'd rather not get messed up by Jaws or something..." He chuckled slightly to himself and began to close the door behind him, though once the door was inches from shutting he hesitated and peaked out at his too roommates. "I'm gonna take a nap. We'll all shoot the shit later, but right now ain't the time. So..yeah..later." He held up his fingers in a 'V' over his chest before shutting the door and wandering over towards his bed, though his gaze remained locked on the open window. There was a breeze blowing into the room which kept the area cool and comfortable, a gentle sea breeze common on days like this. This one, however, carried a scent from the beach. A metallic...burnt scent. It stunk, but Hideo was completely unaware of it's cause. He closed the window to block the stench, but it made him curious. What the hell happened at the beach? He remained awake for at least an hour pondering, but soon enough he found himself indeed drifting into sleep. He didn't wake up for quite some time...but he did awaken, and when he did there was something he had to look into...