<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>: field<br/><strong>Doing</strong>: helping<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Marie, Isabella, Arella<br/><br/>"Casey!"<br/><br/>The familiar shout made the young man cringe, but there was no use trying to duck that tone of command. Sighing and rolling his eyes at Marie, Abe hopped up and trotted over to Phil. "Yes coach?"<br/><br/>"Knock it off with the cutting it close. I don't have the goddamn time to babysit. Now go help Ellen out."<br/><br/>"Ellen?"<br/><br/>As though conjured by the older man's words, the Cheerleader Coach burst onto the field, practically cartwheeling in excitement. "They're here! Phil, they're here!"<br/><br/>Smirking, the man shove a surprised Abe towards her and started bellowing at the rest of the football team. "Now which of you fucking slackers have been pissing me off lately? Ready for a demotion to sherpa you maggots?"<br/><br/>"Hey, Ellen," Abe greeted the woman and grinned at Isabella and Arella as they joined him.<br/><br/>"Come on," Ellen enthused and the students shrugged and followed. The Parrs were both terrific coaches and their teams adored them, but they weren't noted for being exciting exactly. So her enthusiasm was infectious, despite their confusion. Through the massive concrete tunnel to the outside, they found one of the tiny fleet of work trucks made available to the school population since no vehicle larger than a scooter was allowed on campus. In truth, there were very few vehicles on the island at all since the cost of fuel was crippling.<br/><br/>There were stacks of boxes, nearly a dozen of them, the size of suitcases, and the delivery guy was still unloading.<br/><br/>"Just take them to the field," Ellen told them, grabbing a box to head back in. "We'll open them in there."