<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Gil_zps134f8320.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:  Abe Casey/ O'Malley, 'Aristocats'<br/><strong>Location</strong>: football field<br/><strong>Doing</strong>: getting ready to warm up<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Marie<br/><br/>Wincing at his aching feet, Abe knew practice was going to suck today, but what could he do? Throwing himself through the double doors, he flashed a grin to the busy housekeeping staff, stripping off his light sweatshirt and crashing through the doors that led up to the field. When he burst onto the field, he waved to the gathering cheerleaders, but was relieved to see that Phil wasn't around yet.<br/><br/>"Small favors," he panted and threw himself down onto the padded artificial turf to slide like a baseball player into a spot beside his best pal in school and fellow running back. Yanking out shoes and socks from his bag, he hurriedly yanked them on. "Hey, M, what up?"<br/><br/>The lone woman on the team, his fellow running back, looked at him coolly and he smiled sheepishly. As scattered as he was, erratic and charming, was as put together as she was, accomplished and calm. But, as oil and water as they might be, the friendship was sound.<br/><br/>Couch Phil strode out and immediately started barking orders that the football team scrambled to obey. This is why they were here, to put up with their firestorm of a coach and learn to be the best at their sport.<br/><br/>And the appeal of being on this elite team never hurt with the ladies, either.