<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Phil1_zpsa01356f9.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Phil Satyrios<br/><strong>Location</strong>: field<br/><strong>Doing</strong>: observing<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: OPEN<br/><br/>Pleased, Phil watched as the others gathered, curious as to what was causing all the excitement. The coaches had played this one close to the vest, not revealing to their teams the massive booster donation or what had been done with it. They'd need the morale boost this year, Phil could sense it. Strange things were afoot at the Circle K and Phil hated surprises. Particularly the weird esoteric shit he could feel making his skin crawl. He liked this life, it suited him and he saw no reason for the universe to mess with that.<br/><br/>Several other of the cheer squad had finally arrived to add to the excitement and the babble of student voices made him smile faintly. Let them have their fun for a few minutes, then he'd start baying at them like hunting dogs.<br/><br/>"Hey, Coach!" From the milling crowd, his star quarterback trotted over with the usual spring in his step. The kid was ridiculously good and would do well as a pro. "There are shirts for you too. And Coach Parr and the others. Here."<br/><br/>At least those girls had listened to him, unlike those fucking morons at the design company that made the last batch. This shirt he would actually wear, despite it being a bit flashy.