<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Carter_zps46a545ae.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:  Darren Phaeton<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  field<br/><strong>Doing</strong>:  on the job<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Meg, OPEN<br/><br/>Exhausted from a more active twenty-four hours than he was used to. His sleepy university town had taken on a dark turn a couple nights ago and Darren was determined to stop it in his tracks. Now, realistically, it was too early even for the football team, but he was willing to wait. If he caught the lad off guard, he'd get a more honest reaction to his questions. With that in mind, he strode through the quiet stadium, enjoying walking out onto the empty field.<br/><br/>A click snapped his head over in natural reaction, surprised to see a lone, slender figure in the stands beside the green, holding a camera.<br/><br/>She was a looker and Darren swallowed a sly grin. Being on the clock sucked sometimes. But as sheriff, he had to live up to the uniform and he forced his smile to be merely polite and nodded he round hat towards the young woman in acknowledgment and opened up the top couple snaps on his uniform jacket now that he was out of the breeze outside.