The student body of this school was quite the blend or characters, he only wished that he had some food so he could really enjoy the show. He watched and listened to everyone, forming very blunt and pointless observations about everyone while noting anything that could possibly be important. Knowing your enemy, and he knew full well that even though he would be living, learning, playing and growing with these people that at some point they would fight, is all about being as many steps ahead as possible. Teenagers loved to banter, he was no exception.

Once the party had ceased and the entertainment not willing to put on an encore, he decided a goods night rest was a good idea. In a few hours it would be initiation, and he knew that meant danger, sweet danger. With all his effects still on his person he returned to the auditorium and set up in an open space next to a wall. He gazed around the room and saw everyone tucking in with the covers and pillows, some with childish things, others with sleep aids. Zedong didn't need any of that, his only preparation was that he set his spear up against the wall in such a manner that it would not fall, and hung both the dream catchers on it. Silently he looked at them, then softly said, "Good night Sis." With that he laid on the cold hard ground, gazing out the window at the stars until sleep overtook him.