<div class="floatleft">(http://)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Phil Satyrios<br/><strong>Location</strong>: his office<br/><strong>Doing</strong>: getting ready to roll some heads!<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Arella and Isabella<br/><br/>“You know, the cheerleaders gotta have our parties for your players!”<br/><br/>Shaking his head at the girl, Phil left of his hunting down the towering idiot who was his assistant for the time being. Gary being the headmistress' nephew made him relatively untouchable, but that didn't mean that Phil wouldn't torment and humiliate him every chance he got. It wasn't as if the entire athletics department and half the campus didn't know that the ape was here to spy on Phil. Ah well, at least he gave the fiery little coach a built-in punching bag since he was too arrogant and stubborn and stupid to walk away.<br/><br/>Or possibly afraid of his powerful aunt...<br/><br/>As school had only started a week ago, things were still up in the air and Molly did love to yank his chain when given the chance and he was neck deep in training and the fucktons of planning ahead that running a Division 1 college football team entailed. Speaking of which...<br/><br/>From his cluttered shithole of an office, Phil unerringly pulled out a small packet of paper, neatly stapled. Going to hand it to the perky red-head, he paused and pulled the papers back for a moment. "There's more than the schedule here, girl. Make sure Ellen gets it pronto. And do me a favor? If you see Abe, tell him he's a dead man when I see him. Now get."<br/><br/>Handing over the packet, Phil rummaged about for a moment in his careful orchestrated disaster pit until he found what he was looking for and strode out, bellowing after Arella. "And you get your squad here on time or you can tell Isabella that I'll... I'll..."<br/><br/>Sighing, Phil and everyone else knew that all he would do would be to yell.