<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/>Football Field<br/>TAG: Anyone nearby<br/><hr/><br/>While most of the students had been piling into the Football Stadium, Hideo had still been in his room, sitting on his bed in quiet fear and thinking about what he had seen. The previous night, while his roommates had been asleep, he had been up and about to say the least. Though initially against involving himself, curiosity had gotten the best of him. That, combined with the innate boredom that came from being one of the only people on campus who was awake, lead to him finally investigate the scene at the beach. He brought naught but his jacket and phone with him, and used the phone's back-light to brighten the way. Nothing kept him from entering the scene but tape, which he easily stepped over and almost immediately regretted doing so. The scene wasn't as grisly as it had been earlier that day, but blood still stained the sands, and ash further defined the otherwise peaceful shore, clumping amongst the dried blood. It truly was a terrible sight, a sight that, despite being much less gory than what had been presented earlier, filled him with dread. He couldn't make sense of it; it was as though beach goers had suddenly immolated, but he couldn't begin fathom a cause for it. Needless to say, he left the scene quickly and the entire trip back towards the dorms was terrifying for him. He constantly looked over his shoulder, paranoid of every movement in the tries and every sound around him. When he reached his room, he shut and locked both his door and window and tried to find comfort in his music. To no avail.<br/><br/>He hardly noticed when morning came. In fact, the only thing that made him aware was the sound of movement and music from the rooms surrounding the common room. He did begin moving, though he was weighted by his own thoughts and lagged as a result. He had seriously considered dropping out as soon as he'd seen the beach, and hadn't stopped considering since then. Even as he showered and dressed himself, even as he left his room and made his way out the dorm building and towards the Football Field he gave serious thought to leaving this place. And when he arrived at the Field, late, and searched for a seat, he was still debating if this place was truly worth the danger it seemed to present.  He sat down, quietly, and rested his forearms on his knees, leaning forward slightly to look out on the field where the stage had been set up. He wanted some answers, or at least some sort of reassurance that they'd all be okay, though he doubted he'd receive either. Still, when the Headmistress began to talk, he listened, watching with a steely gaze. As the crowd booed and hissed, he remained quiet, and when they applauded, he was impartial. However, when Joanna Knight so aggressively mentioned Monsters and Soulblades, Hideo's expression darkened.<br/><br/>Contrary to his parents, who avoided the subject entirely, Hideo's grandparents had told him many stories about the SoulBlades when he was younger, before his family moved to America. Despite being paranoid about the situation, he hadn't actually considered monsters to be the real cause of the deaths, and the fact that their headmistress was so quick to turn to imaginary beasts as as the cause and fictional weapons as the solution seemed to be not only a ridiculous claim, but also a disrespect to those who actually had died. He wanted a real explanation, something that made sense, and all she offered to the students was tall tales.<br/><br/>"Is she fucking joking?..." He muttered to himself.