<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapersexy.net/uploads/wallpapers/2013/02/05/2941/thumb_big_wide_7fd1cf5c3d4f4d0b21e1949bdb780d8f.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>Arella Trius/ Ariel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Phils Office/ Coach Parrs office<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Passing messages /training<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isabella, Open<br/><br/>Arella returned Isabellas smile happily and watched the captain move through a routine as she warmed up, keeping her eyes glued to the other womans body, taking in the graceful motions.  She grinned as she flipped her body through the air into the complicated pattern before landing.  It was something that, while Arella didn't consider herself a gymnast, she was good at the various flips and twists.  Warmed up, she stepped forward to join the other women and joined in the routine.<br/><br/>Arella laughed at the other womans words to the coach.  She nodded, “Oh, good.  I was going to let you know.  But, I was pretty sure that everyone heard him.”  The coach wasn't yelling when he spoke to her but, as it turns out, his voice tends to carry even when he's speaking in a normal tone.  “I put the football players schedule into our coachs in-box, so that's done.”  She chuckled.  “Since those two can't seem to be around one another for more than a few minutes at a time, Coach Parr asked me to do it.”<br/><br/>“Anything you need me to help with to get prepared for the tryouts?”  She asked as she tightened the ponytail she wore her red hair in for practice.  While Arella was the co-captain of the team, Isabella was the senior cheerleader of the two and, while much was a joint effort, she always respected Isabella.