<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Phil2_zpsd60b026e.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Phil Satyrios<br/><strong>Location</strong>: walking outside<br/><strong>Doing</strong>: storming in aggravation<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Arella OPEN<br/><br/>Growling and cussing, short legs stamping at the pavement like his hard, pinchy shoes could crack the concrete by sheer will, Phil Satyrios pounded across the sprawling, beautiful university campus that was home. "Goddam, anal-retentive, stuck up, crazy bitch," he snarled and snorted around the heavy swizzle-stick in his mouth he worked at like he could take out all of his emotions out on it. "Needs to get fucked to screaming," his annoyance morphed into wicked, dirty glee for a moment. "Again."<br/><br/>Calmer, though no one would ever know by his body language, Phil turned towards the center of his domain, his little empire within the school. Uptight Molly Fischer might be Head Mistress, but this... this was his kingdom and she damn well knew it.<br/><br/>"Gary!" He roared as he strode past offices and locker rooms and scattered staff and student alike. "You worthless piece of shit! I'm going to rip off your ba..."<br/><br/>"Coach Phil!"<br/><br/>The cheerful voice was as effective as a bucket of ice water and Phil rubbed a hard hand over his face while he forced calm.<br/><br/>"Hello, Arella," he said quite calmly and gently to the girl. The cheerleaders were as much his kids as his football players and he was far more restrained around the women. "What can I do for you, kiddo?"