#heyheadmaster!

[hopevsdespairarnisador-blog-blog]

"D-Damn it..." What was happening to his dad now? He had convinced himself that the video was a fake, and yet...

What if it was real?

"..." Juan looked so conflicted. He could feel the urge to kill bubbling in his veins... No! That'd be wrong! He would never do such a thing!

"Damn that Monobear..." he growled under his breath.

[privetdrivefreak]

Privet Drive Woes; HVD Motive

Harry was already awake by the time Monobear’s announcement came on. He did not sleep at all last night, just like most nights due to nightmares that plagued him. Hearing the announcement though jolted him out of his reverie and he stood up to change into his clothes before heading for the airport.

It turns out that the Monobear was bored, waiting for one of them to kill another. It was silly and ridiculous and downright wrong that the stuffed bear thought they would do that.

It took Harry a while to do as he was told. This would be the first time he would use his Electronic Student ID but he managed to grasp what to do from observing others. It took him a while longer to find the Media option and the video.

But by the time the video was done, he looked pale and shaken. His mouth was set into a grim line, having seen the Dursleys be in danger. He had watched as they went through their everyday lives, Dudley going to Smeltings, Vernon to Grunnings and Petunia doing what she probably usually did while Harry was at Hogwarts And, even if he did not like them for their cruel ways towards him, that did not mean they deserved to die… but he wouldn’t kill to save them because none of the other students deserved to die too.

“This is sick,” he hissed, pulling a wooden stick out of his pocket and pointing it at Monobear. He was so livid and uncaring for this… this thing in front of him that he brought the wand down in a slashing motion spitting, “Sectumsempra.”

But nothing happened. He blinked and reeled back in shock, growing paler than before as nothing happened. His magic… What happened to his magic? He looked at the wand in his hand and felt nothing in it and his grip on it slackened making it fall to the floor. No, no he probably still had magic. This just wasn't his wand.

Before anyone could stop him, he charged at Monobear and grabbed the thing by the shoulders screaming. “What did you do to me? Where is my wand? WHERE IS IT?”

[the-shsldj]

"How are we supposed to kill...each other? We don't have weapons, do we?" 

[shslbellydancer-blog]

“A body has been discovered! Following a brief period of investigation, we will commence our school trial! You can check your Electronic Student ID Cards, in the Media folder, for the Monobear File. Good luck you bastards!”

Oh, no. How could that have happened? It had only been a few days since they arrived, and it was too soon. Too soon. Sure they were given a potential motive, but it was...it was nothing, wasn't it? Aziza had choked up and cried and prayed to Buddha when she saw her aunt receiving the monobear toy, but she didn't feel any urge to kill somebody over it. She was sure that...her aunt was safe, and she knew a thing or two about fighting. So there was no way anybody would get harmed by a little ol' monobear, right?

...Right?

Aziza pulls her card away from the band of her pants and opens up the Media folder to examine the new file.

The victim is Fujioka Koemi… The time of death was around 3 AM. The head and torso was found in the SHSL Psychologist’s cabin. Cause of death was blood loss because of several stab wounds to the chest.

Wasn't that the singer? Aziza knew her--knew her songs, her voice; she was everywhere in Japan, and for good reason. She has--had--a lovely voice.

Aziza found her fingers unconsciously trailing along her neck. Head and torso...so she was decapitated? Even though her head had been chopped off, her cause of death was blood loss caused by several stab wounds. That was peculiar, to say the least. Not to mention the fact that it was in the Psychologist's room. That was easy.

In fact, it was too easy. It would only be suspicious if the Psychologist wasn't in the room, or if her whereabouts were unknown. The belly dancer had to see if she was there, inspecting the scene of the crime - her own room.

With a feeling of anxiousness, Aziza teeters out of her room and heads down the hall to Abigail's room, where the body currently resided.

When she entered, she looked on uncomfortably--there was Koemi's lifeless head on the table, and her torso on the floor.

"Oh," She says quietly, surprised at her own lack of reaction. It was just like...just like in the slaughterhouses, she thought in disdain. Aziza had been to them many times before while in Egypt and India, and had grown accustomed to the smell of meat and blood and the sight of chopped off body parts and guts, even though those had been animals being prepared to be eaten. But...but Koemi was human. She should feel sickened. Horrified. Green eyes glance at the floor shamefully, but only for a moment. She could feel bad later, but first--first she had to inspect the crime scene and see if she could find any clues as to who could have killed her.

Eyeing the bloody scene, Aziza approaches it slowly and kneels down to inspect the details. What first caught her eye was the murder weapon, the state of the body, and the missing limbs. What had happened here?

[shslbirdwatcher-blog]

Is this supposed to mean something? || Open

Nanami didn't even bother changing out of her pajamas, a tank top and shorts, before heading out to the airport. Because, if anything, she was a good student. Her mind drifted as Monobear went on about the killing, and she stifled a yawn as best she could before he mentioned the card. Slipping the card out from a small pocket, an interesting filename caught her eye. With mild curiosity, she selected it and let it play.

There wasn't just one video feed, but four. Four mundane video feeds, and it didn't take her all that long to realize she was watching the inside of just a few of the houses that she had been a part of when she was younger. Just what was this? Time passes, and almost simultaneously each building gets a knock at the door. One by one the doors open, and the delivery man in each screen hands them a Monobear doll. Some of the adults are confused, while others give the stuffed toy to small children to play with.  The Birdwatcher studies it with disinterest as the feed cuts out, at which point she waves the card around with burgundy eyes staring at the two toned bear. 

" I can’t guarantee their safety! So whatever morally driven, emotion based dilemma you may be dealing with right now, you have my sympathy. But for the sake of time and sanity, let’s break this down into a little fact based logic. One simple murder will save their lives and will get you off the island too! Doesn’t that sound good to all you bastards?”

"... This is a rather poor motive, you know. Frankly.. I couldn't care less if all these people you're monitoring die in my case."