<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/936full-alex-evans-1.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Athon Finn / Flounder<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Sidelines/Stadium<br/><strong>Doing</strong>: Tryouts.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Peter, Rachel, Isabella, Mim, Open<br/><hr/>As Isabella began to cheer and get the crowd going, Athon realized perhaps this was a bad idea.  He couldn't yell like that and for some reason, the spirit that he had that morning had become all but shot and he had no idea why.  Gently he rose from his sidelined seat and made his way quickly and quietly to the gymnasium doors as to not interrupt, or seem rude and went outside to breathe.<br/><br/>Alright, so maybe the cheering thing wasn't for him, but there were other clubs and things he could do.  He just didn't know what he wanted to do.  Well, other than go back to bed and sleep off this strange funk taking over.