<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Carter_zps46a545ae.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:  Darren Phaeton<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  field<br/><strong>Doing</strong>:  on the job<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Meg, OPEN<br/><br/>Once again choking down inappropriate humor, Darren rubbed his mouth and chin with a hand and tried to maintain a serious expression.<em>Don't go screaming on my account</em>, passed through his mind anyway, but at least he kept it an inside thought. Having fought down his internal smart ass for the moment, Darren finished unzipping the thick leather jacket, revealing his khaki uniform and the heavy leather belt that held his gun and gear.<br/><br/>"Sheriff," he corrected goodnaturedly and smirked at her expression. "Sheriff Darren Phaeton."<br/><br/>With an easy grace, he stepped further into the stadium, skirting close to the attractive stranger, his perception half on her and half on his surroundings. "I'm looking for one of the football players. At least, I'm pretty sure they're a player." He grinned, glancing up and down her form. "I'm not sure you'd fit in the uniform though..." He drawled with an edge of arrogant playfulness.<br/><br/>His eyes were bold, but his expression unruffled and calm, save that faint smirk that never seemed to leave his mouth.