<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/change_your_fate__young_macguffin_no__2_by_calexandradesigns-d53zknz.jpg)</div>Name/True Identity: Michael Macguffin (young Macguffin)<br/>Location:  Gym/Weight room<br/>Doing:  Bench Press<br/>Tagging: Open<br/><br/>"88..89..90...91" Mac said through strained teeth. Coach Parr had told him that he needed to keep his strength for his role to protect his QB. Not a big task as his natural strength was only rivalled by Coach Parr himself.<br/>He liked to train alone, it gave him time to think. He had a poem due in a few days for his creative writing class and was working on it in his head as he worked out (though he wouldn't let coach Phill know about it, he had no time for "light" classes as he called them). "98..99..100" as he finished, he heard coach Phill practically exploding (again). No matter where he was in the school. When he yelled, he always sounded one room away. He sat up and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "Aw crap. Where were I wiv me line? ...wings like dew? Honey?" He sighed as he wiped his face and neck with his towel. He took a long swig from his water battle and loosened his arms, ready to start another set.