<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/jessica_rose_jessica_lee_rose_mJ0Fzotsized.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Megan Adagio<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Deaftone<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Junior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Goliath Stadium, through the tunnel and onto the field.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Connor, Open.<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Second day of school and already they had practice.  Megan was eager for everything the school year held in store, even dealing with Brae and Beth.  She loved Nebula High.  Not so much the actual classes, but being part of something that was amazing and that most of the world didn't even know existed.  It had been great to see everyone so far, though she would've preferred to have spent more time with Karter and Chester, which meant getting detention, something Megan was doing her best to avoid.  She'd been extremely tempted to simply mute the droning Geometry lecture that day but, being a junior, her default excuse of not realizing she was doing it wasn't likely going to fly this year.  Of course, she hadn't been a complete angel.  She simply hadn't been caught, yet.  A smile formed on her lips as she recalled amplifying the whispers of two sophomores at lunch.  It had been quite amusing when their whispers announced that they were crushing on Greg Larson, a.k.a. Stretch, possibly the hottest senior in the school, at least from what she'd overheard the Queen B's claim.  Megan placed Robert Strauss a step higher on her personal list.  Still she felt a little remorse for likely placing those two sophomore girls on Brae and Beth's radar, though they likely would've gotten themselves there sooner or later.<br/><br/>Megan had changed in her dorm room after her last class and walked the quad to the stadium without seeing any of the other cheerleaders.  She was actually rather surprised to find that she was the first to arrive.  Well, she thought she had been the first until she saw someone in a camo jacket and hood on the other end of the field.  After a year of seeing Conor often enough in detention, Megan knew exactly who it was.<br/><br/><strong>"Dude, what are you doing here?"</strong>She asked in a normal tone as she allowed her ability to manipulate sound waves carry her voice to his ears.<strong>"If you're planning something you might as well forget it."</strong><br/><br/>Megan had nothing personally against Conor, but if he was doing something that'd ruin their practice or a game, or worse knowing him, she had a morale obligation to stop him.  Her brows knitted together as she realized something.  He'd been talking into his hand, or at least that's what it appeared, which meant he had a recording device.  If she'd only paid more attention to her science and technology classes she might've been able to recall exactly how to short that out.  Instead she'd just have to try everything.<br/><br/><em>Eh, cheerleading practice always came second to power's practice,</em>she thought, as a mischievous smile formed upon her lips.