<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>: gym<br/><strong>Doing</strong>: dealing with chaos<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Mim, now Athon.<br/><br/>Ah yes, he knew this sort. Good, she could be useful. Ignore the lavender-haired troublemaker for the moment, Phil looked Abe over and raised an eyebrow. "You okay there, boy?"<br/><br/>"I think so. The science lab is running tests and will let me know. I'll bring the results to your office."<br/><br/>"Good. Go sit down before you fall down."<br/><br/>Nodding gratefully, Abe did as he was told and Peter, clearly uncomfortable at finding himself in the middle of this, happily trotted after his squad captain, who couldn't have given a shit less about anything but her task for the afternoon.<br/><br/>Then he turned that calm gaze to the girl, who was smirking and looking very pleased with herself. "Go sit your ass down, Chaosleader, and do your job." His voice went condescending. "Maybe if you're a really good girl at being bad, I'll give you the screaming hissy fit you're clearly fishing for."<br/><br/>Dismissing her as an annoyance and noting that the Sheriff was discretely watching the whole thing, Phil stalked to the exits, where he'd noticed one of the cheer hopefuls had slipped away. Normally that sort of thing would be Ellen's department, but her attention was elsewhere today and he was always game to help out a fellow coach.<br/><br/>Or a student that might need an ear.<br/><br/>"You okay there, son?"<br/><br/>The lad startled and turned to where Phil stood, arms crossed, expression neutral, but surprisingly calm.