<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/freida-pinto-nylon-0412-2-264x400.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>Isabella Estacia/Esmeralda<br/>Location: Outside Phil's office<br/>Doing: Coming to talk<br/>Tagging Phil, (Mentioned) Meg,(Mentioned) Arella (Mentioned), Open<br/><br/>Isabella huffed a bit as she heard Phils loud mouth from down the hall. Her eyes narrowed some as she heard the unfinished thread.<em>"You'll what....airbag..."</em>she said, knowing the man was just full of hot air. One bat of her eyelashes, any girl batted their eyelashes and he was calm. Well most girls, she was sure there were a few that made him more angry than anything else. Reaching up she tightened her ponytail and walked down the hall towards his office, but Meg beat her, hanging out outside the office she'd caught his attention quickest.<br/><br/>She knew her face around campus, she hadn't realized she'd worked for the paper. Leaning against the wall next to the door she gave a soft giggle, well someone knew how to handle windbags in there. Sighing she figured she could wait to give him a bit of his own medicine and made her way out to the stadium. There were some moves she could practice.<br/><br/>Walking outside her ponytail bouncing against her back she sighed and began to warm up a few of the football players practicing some runs. Her eyes drifted over them, a smile playing on her lips as she stretched and warmed up before doing a few flips. A couple of her girls were there, warming up as well. Pulling them in she showed them a couple of steps to the new routine. It'd help to have a couple of them be familiar with the steps when she started to show the rest of the girls.<em>"Make sure my girls are on time...ha..."</em>she thought with a laugh.<br/><br/>