<hr/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://science-all.com/images/rachel-weisz/rachel-weisz-07.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>NAME: </strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw<br/><strong>AGE:</strong> 32<br/><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Heading for the Office Of Dmoinic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dominic DeCosta <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Leigh's nose crinkled a little as she walked down the dark, dank hallway under the stadium that contained the locker rooms, weight rooms and offices she'd seen on the building map. The sound of her heels on the bare pavement was loud, rapid and purposeful. She had a busy afternoon of meetings and she didn't want to spend all day in this place.<br/><br/>It smelled bad.<br/><br/>Like dirty gym clothes and stale sweet. She could understand that was the nature of these places but really? The school couldn't afford some air fresheners or something? It was more than a little off putting. No wonder their alumni weren't all fired up about supporting the school and come back. You could smell the place from 300 hundred yards off. A delicate shudder wracked her shoulders.<br/><br/>She came up to the little intersection between the hallways, found the corridor she was looking for and started forward again. At least this hallway had a little more lighting. But nothing could disguise the painted pipes that ran along the ceiling. Not even the old, worn display cases with their trophy's from the glories of several decades ago.<br/><br/>By the time she made the line of doors that signaled the coaching staff's office, she was absolutely convinced she wouldn't be able to wear the fitted silk blouse with dipping back and brown pencil skirt again without having them dry cleaned. This likely made her knock on the office door a little sharper than intended.<br/><br/>Still. She rapped three times and then pasted her most benignly pleasant smile on her face while she waited for a response from the man within. She hadn't yet met DeCosta but Leigh felt sure she would be able to bring him around to see things her way.</span></span>