<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Phil1_zpsa01356f9.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Phil Satyrios<br/><strong>Location</strong>: the enclosed gym beside the stadium<br/><strong>Doing</strong>: audience for cheer tryouts<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Isabella, Mim, OPEN<br/><br/>While the cheerleading squad wasn't his jurisdiction, Phil had a vested interest in them. Cheerleaders and American Football were intimately intertwined and only a stupid coach ignored that. He could afford a day here and there to reverse the roles and let them be the cheer squad's audience. Besides, he believed that the team's support of the squad encouraged guys to break the stigma of being a cheerleader. Hell, that was how Peter Jove had gotten involved, when Billy, his own defensive end, had encouraged his best friend to get involved. After losing an Olympic career to a car accident, the cheer squad had been a godsend to the lad. And it upped Billy's morale, so Phil benefited as well, with a talented player that was happier and more focused.<br/><br/>Phil watched Jove talk with Isabella a purple-haired student for a moment before walking over with a less aggressive stride than usual. This was not his gig, and he was fine with taking a backseat as an observer and making sure his team behaved themselves.<br/><br/>"You rang?" He asked Isabella, perversely enjoying the way Jove and the other girl startled at his presence. "And what, exactly, did that text about Casey mean?"