<strong>Name/True Identity: Megara/ Megan "Meg" De Luca</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z371/CamberRaine/Megara_zps170c1fc5.jpg) (http://s1186.photobucket.com/user/CamberRaine/media/Megara_zps170c1fc5.jpg.html)</div><br/><strong>Location: Office, field<br/>Doing: Interviewing, watching<br/>Tagging:Phil, -</strong><br/><br/>Meg listened intently to his answer, writing down key phrases she would need to relay the answers. Phil seemed to really love his sport, and his obvious adoration for his kids made her smile, even if it was only a turning up at the corners of her mouth. When he left she saluted, chuckling slightly at the determination in his walk.<strong>"You go get um Coach, bite their ankles."</strong>When he called out over his shoulder, Megan nodded, giving him a thumbs up.<strong>"I'll keep that in mind, definitely."</strong><br/><br/>She finished writing quickly before stepping out of the office, following the route Phil had taken to the fields. Meg found a spot to sit, her notepad firmly in hand to take notes on the drills and such. She hoped she would be able to grab a football player or two, just so she wouldn't have to mosey her happy ass back down here anytime soon. A cheerleader wouldn't hurt either, but that didn't seem very appealing at all.<em>Maybe they won't be that vapid...</em>Meg shook her head, her legs stretching out in front of her as she got ready to watch.