Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)
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				Title: <strong>Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>20-06-2013, 01:49:22</strong>
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				Ratzenberger Field is a 40,000 seat football stadium bearing a fancy artificial turf and a massive split roof that keeps the rain off of most of the fans. All game-day facilities are included within the building and it is connected to the rest of the athletic facility. This includes an enclosed practice field, multiple outdoor fields an extensive workout room, locker rooms, an indoors Olympic-sized pool an indoor gym, a track, facilities on the lake, etc. <br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Football uniforms and School Colors</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/WizardsHome_zps6cd95111.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/WizardsAway_zps5e2d2431.png)</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Football team. LOTS of characters to choose from in here!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Feel free to choose anyone not specifically marked as taken.<br>Staff<br>Phil Satyrios&nbsp; &lt;<strong>Greytrail</strong>&gt;TAKEN<br>Doug Parr 'Mr Incredible'<br>Barry McCrea (Axiom's captain)<br>Abigail and Amelia Terrazzo<br>Gary Fischer (Gaston)<br>(Pongo)<br><br>Student Staff<br>(Mushu)<br>(Yao)<br><br>Offense<br>QB:&nbsp; Harold Golden (Hercules)**<br>RB/ FB:&nbsp; Abraham 'Abe' Casey 'Fireball' (O'Malley)&nbsp; &lt;<strong>Greytrail</strong>&gt;TAKEN<br>RB/ HB:&nbsp; Marie Hua 'Quicksilver' (Mulan)&nbsp; &lt;<strong>Hyena Dandy</strong>&gt;TAKEN<br>Receiver 1:&nbsp; (Buzz Lightyear)<br>Receiver 2:&nbsp; (Naveen)**<br>Center:&nbsp; Gus Ursan (Baloo)**<br>Guard 1:&nbsp; (Sully)<br>Guard 2:&nbsp; Micheal MacGuffin 'Big Mac' &lt;<strong>Baalborn87</strong>&gt;TAKEN<br>Tackle 1:&nbsp; ? Leon (Simba)<br>Tackle 2:&nbsp; Bartholomew ? (Bolt)**<br>Tight end:&nbsp; (Tarzan)<br>Tight end:&nbsp; William 'Billy' Chang (Shang)<br><br><br><br>Defense<br>Middle LB:&nbsp; (Little John)<br>Tackle 1:&nbsp; (Beast)<br>Tackle 2:&nbsp; (Kronk)<br>End 1:&nbsp; (Kenai)<br>End 2:&nbsp; (Mater)**<br>Outside LB 1:&nbsp; (Aladar)<br>Outside LB 2: (Chien Po)<br>Cornerback 1:&nbsp; Phillip ? (Prince Phillip)<br>Cornerback 2:&nbsp; (Robin Hood)<br>Safety 1:&nbsp; (Tramp)<br>Safety 2:&nbsp; (Aladdin)<br><br>Special teams<br>Kicker: Abu<br>Punter: (Jake 'Rescuers Down Under')<br>Holder (often the QB)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Cheerleading Squad</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/cheerleaderuni_zps85b97a6e.png)[/floatleft][/img]</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div>Coach Ellen Parr <br>Isabella Estacia (Esmeralda 'Hunchback')&lt;<strong>Lady Lunarius</strong>&gt;Head cheerleader.<br>Arella Trius (Ariel)&lt;<strong>Sindra</strong>&gt;Arts.<br>(Cinderella)&lt;<strong>Angelcant</strong>&gt;Arts.<br>(Rapunzel) <br>(Lightning McQueen)<br>(Mike Wizowski)<br><br>** Designates characters that may be taken by players, but have some background already established as NPCs.[/td][/tr][/table]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 00:30:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/change_your_fate__young_macguffin_no__2_by_calexandradesigns-d53zknz.jpg)</div>Name/True Identity: Michael Macguffin (young Macguffin)<br>Location:&nbsp; Gym/Weight room<br>Doing:&nbsp; Bench Press<br>Tagging: Open<br><br>"88..89..90...91" Mac said through strained teeth. Coach Parr had told him that he needed to keep his strength for his role to protect his QB. Not a big task as his natural strength was only rivalled by Coach Parr himself. <br>He liked to train alone, it gave him time to think. He had a poem due in a few days for his creative writing class and was working on it in his head as he worked out (though he wouldn't let coach Phill know about it, he had no time for "light" classes as he called them). "98..99..100" as he finished, he heard coach Phill practically exploding (again). No matter where he was in the school. When he yelled, he always sounded one room away. He sat up and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "Aw crap. Where were I wiv me line? ...wings like dew? Honey?" He sighed as he wiped his face and neck with his towel. He took a long swig from his water battle and loosened his arms, ready to start another set.
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				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 10:42:58</strong>
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				<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.
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				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 15:51:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Phil Satyrios <br><strong>Location</strong>: his office, headed for the workout areas<br><strong>Doing</strong>: ready to start rolling heads<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Meg<br><br>The sound of someone small and light of foot in his doorway brought Phil's eyes up, expecting one of the cheerleader and faintly nonplussed to see an unknown brunette standing there, every inch of her body language screaming an assload of defiance.<br><br>Good for her.<br><br>She wanted something and he instantly growled, "don't hover, girlie. Park it or move on. Give me a sec to finish this up and I'll be with you."<br><br>Thusly dismissed, he utterly ignored her as he pounded at his keyboard for another moment and sent the documents through the ether to be printed elsewhere. While he'd taken precious seconds of his always insanely busy days to finish the latest bit of paperwork harassment, he had wracked his steel-trap of a mind for who the hell the unexpected drop in could be. He liked that people only saw the screaming little maniac with a napoleon complex. It kept the stupid and arrogant away and acted as camouflage to what was actually a brilliant coach, a very smart man, and a dedicated father figure. Besides, his reputation gave him carte-blanche to toss out annoyances on their ear. Or at least publicly humiliate them. What high-strung coach didn't love that? <br><br>"Interviewer, right? Well, come on then. I don't have any time to waste and my goddamn slacker squad I'm quite sure is beating off like a bunch of fucking monkeys."<br><br>She'd follow and have the nerve to insert herself into his day, or get left in his dust.
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				Post by: <strong>Cami</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 17:54:01</strong>
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				<strong>Name/True Identity: Megara/ Megan "Meg" De Luca</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z371/CamberRaine/Megara_zps170c1fc5.jpg) (http://s1186.photobucket.com/user/CamberRaine/media/Megara_zps170c1fc5.jpg.html)</div><br><strong>Location: Phil's Office<br>Doing: Interviewing<br>Tagging: Phil</strong><br><br>Meg snorted as she took in the small man's appearance. <em>This was the ever intimidating world class coach?</em> When he finally spoke, Megan rolled her eyes, leaning against the doorframe as she studied her nails. <br><br>She hoped her teacher was pleased by this shit. There was absolutely no reason that Meg, of ALL people, should have to do an interview. She wrote, she didn't talk, unless of course it was in scathing remarks and quips. Ms. Masters ran a small team of dedicated writers, ones she hand pulled out of her creative writing classes to write on the news team. Last week, after handing in a particularly impressive paper, Megan had been recruited. So here she was, waiting to waste good "town" time to talk to a short-angry little man who had absolutely no want for her in his office. The feeling was decidedly mutual.<br><br><strong>"Alright then. How does it feel to have the loudest bellow this side of the world?"</strong> Meg looked up at him for a second, not really expecting an answer before she continued. <strong>"'The people' want to know, what do you think makes a star athlete?" </strong>The piece wasn't about the coach, but the athletics department as a whole. She really just needed an end quote, and hopefully Phil had enough experience with the paper that he knew what she was after. Ms. Masters had insisted that he would be an "absolutely amazing" person to get said quote from...and here she was. <br><br>Megan cocked her head, a hand lazily resting on her hip as she waited for him to answer. 
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 02:39:27</strong>
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				<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>
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				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 05:38:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Phil1_zpsa01356f9.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Phil Satyrios <br><strong>Location</strong>: catacombs<br><strong>Doing</strong>: interviewing <br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Meg<br><br>Phil stored away the girl's combative questions as he took up his favorite spot in the halls where his bellow would amplify into nearly every corner of the facilities. It's like it was made for him.<br><br>"If you wear a uniform of this school, you better have your ass on that field and doing warmups before I have time to take a shit!"<br><br>Bellow complete, he kept half an ear out for the pitter-patter of student feet and turned his attention up to the brunette reporter. His voice was calm and cool, with a layer of ember-hot intensity below that was always hard to ignore.<br><br>"My yell is a tool. It covers distance and scares off the weak. And, frankly, young men don't respect a small man who can't intimidate them. Since I cannot and would not physically harm any of them, as I would lay my life down for the entire fucking boneheaded lot of them, I yell. A star athlete is precisely what people think they are, a combination of talent and hard work. There's no 'magic formula'," his contempt was scathing over that concept and it was clear. "No matter what the fuck some of my idiot contemporaries might say."<br><br>Fully looking the girl straight in the eye, Phil spoke again, his voice hard, but strangely empathetic. "Look, girlie, if you don't want to be here, don't be here. But Masters isn't stupid enough to send me someone I can bark at and she'll run off in tears. I like attitude, I appreciate attitude, but if yours doesn't have some focus, then working journalism is about about as useful to you as me being a Miss Manners. Now, interview me like you mean it, or go back to class."
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				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 08:52:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapersexy.net/uploads/wallpapers/2013/02/05/2941/thumb_big_wide_7fd1cf5c3d4f4d0b21e1949bdb780d8f.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Arella Trius/ Ariel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Phils Office/ Coach Parrs office<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Passing messages /training<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Phil, Isabella, Open<br><br>“Thanks, coach.”&nbsp; Arella beamed another smile at the coach as he handed her the papers that she had asked for.&nbsp; “I'll let Isabella know that the girls need to be there and on time and if I see him, I will pass on the message.”&nbsp; Though, to be fair, she wouldn't pass along the message in quite the way the coach himself would.&nbsp; She doesn't bellow nearly as much as the coach does.<br><br>Bouncing out of the office, paperwork in hand, she waved at Isabella as they passed in the hallway, showing the stapled packet to the Captain so she would know that the errand was done.&nbsp; Humming another tune to herself, she waved at the others she passed in the hall but didn't stop to chat with anyone.&nbsp; She hated being caught in the middle when coach Parr and Phil were really annoyed at each other.&nbsp; They were always a little annoyed but there were days it was certainly worse.<br><br>As the coach wasn't in her office, she left the paperwork in her inbox as she was instructed before making her way back to Isabella.&nbsp; Seeing the other woman practicing, Arella stepped inside to join her.&nbsp; While she had thought about going to the beach, it seemed like a better idea to practice with her team mates.&nbsp; She waved at Isabella but didn't interrupt her instruction, watching the other women copy what their leader was doing.&nbsp; <br><br>Instead, she simply stood back and stretched for a moment, wanting to be limber to join in the newer cheers.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 09:29:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Gil_zps134f8320.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Abe Casey/ O'Malley, 'Aristocats'<br><strong>Location</strong>: football field<br><strong>Doing</strong>: getting ready to warm up<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Marie<br><br>Wincing at his aching feet, Abe knew practice was going to suck today, but what could he do? Throwing himself through the double doors, he flashed a grin to the busy housekeeping staff, stripping off his light sweatshirt and crashing through the doors that led up to the field. When he burst onto the field, he waved to the gathering cheerleaders, but was relieved to see that Phil wasn't around yet.<br><br>"Small favors," he panted and threw himself down onto the padded artificial turf to slide like a baseball player into a spot beside his best pal in school and fellow running back. Yanking out shoes and socks from his bag, he hurriedly yanked them on. "Hey, M, what up?"<br><br>The lone woman on the team, his fellow running back, looked at him coolly and he smiled sheepishly. As scattered as he was, erratic and charming, was as put together as she was, accomplished and calm. But, as oil and water as they might be, the friendship was sound. <br><br>Couch Phil strode out and immediately started barking orders that the football team scrambled to obey. This is why they were here, to put up with their firestorm of a coach and learn to be the best at their sport.<br><br>And the appeal of being on this elite team never hurt with the ladies, either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cami</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 19:48:13</strong>
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				<strong>Name/True Identity: Megara/ Megan "Meg" De Luca</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z371/CamberRaine/Megara_zps170c1fc5.jpg) (http://s1186.photobucket.com/user/CamberRaine/media/Megara_zps170c1fc5.jpg.html)</div><br><strong>Location: Office<br>Doing: Interviewing <br>Tagging: Phil<br></strong><br>Megan listened intently, not beginning to scribble things down until he answered her latter question. He had given her a reasonable answer for her former, and while it didn't make up for the fact that she had a perpetual headache anytime she was in the athletic area, she respected it. Phil seemed reasonable enough, and though he was obviously full of hot air, she didn't think that translated upstairs. It made her grow a little bit more tolerance for him. <br><br>She straightened and began shaking her head as soon as he addressed her attitude. <strong>"Look, I don't want some 'give it all you got' speech like we're in a fucking Lifetime movie. I don't like talking to people, and that's the end of the story. I don't want to be a journalist, it just allows me another platform to write. And the only reason I'm here is because, yep, you're right, Ms. Masters wasn't going to send somebody you could walk all over. If we're done with the talk, I've got one more question. What made you want to be a coach, and how has it benefitted you in the long haul?"</strong> Meg sighed, scratching the back of her neck.<br><br>She wouldn't say she was irritated so much as tired of everybody trying to make her be the happy go lucky type. It wasn't her, it would never be her. It was a wall, and a great one at that, she put up to keep herself from letting in anybody who didn't actually give a shit. If ya stayed around after she chewed you up and spit you out, you got a permanent plot on her heart. After this interview, she would probably go watch the practice, just because it would be interesting to see how this interview actually tied into the game. Megan hadn't ever actually taken an interest in the football team before, no matter where she was. They were usually all talk and no follow through, bone headed, arrogant jocks. Maybe with a coach like Phil, they would have learned some respect. 
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				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 08:48:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Phil1_zpsa01356f9.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Phil Satyrios <br><strong>Location</strong>: The field<br><strong>Doing</strong>: interviewing with...<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Meg. OPEN<br><br>"Your loss, kid," Phil shrugged. He was ever willing to help someone who wanted to be helped. Even if he had to be the dickhead drill sergeant to get the job done. If she wanted to keep everyone and everything away from her obvious pain, it was no skin off his nose.<br><br>Still, he did hate to see a student suffer.<br><br>"I was an athlete in a lot of sports as a young man. Good enough to be pro in a few of them. But I don't care for authority and my natural state of being is mouthy asshole. So I studied everything there was to study about football, because it's one of the sports I could never play seriously and one of the few sports where no one gives a shit that I'm an asshole. I get an outlet, my kids get the best goddamn training at the collegiate level, the school gets good ink and the fans get a hell of a show. The violence of this theater," he gestured expansively to the field and the stands around them where they stood in the shadows of one of the four entry tunnels. "Is the modern Roman Circus. Gives an outlet for everyone's raw desires in an acceptable, public way. And no matter what any punk ass might say about me, I love my kids, every last damn idiot one of them and I'd go through hell and back for any of them. That's how it benefits me. They succeed, I succeed. Nothing else can ever feel that good."<br><br>Smirking faintly, Phil narrowed his eyes out at the field, seeing some goofing off in the ranks. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some heads to roll."<br><br>As he headed for the misty sunlight, he fired a parting shot over his shoulder. "Good questions, Attitude. If you ever need a ear..."<br><br>And then he was off putting the fear of god in his team.
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 22:00:57</strong>
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				<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><strong>Location:</strong> Sidelines/Stadium<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Working on a new routine<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Phil, Arella, Open<br><br>Isabella gave a smile to Arella as she came on the field. As she warmed up, Isabella moved into the next steps. <strong>"Okay so what you'll do after you've gained momentem from the previous steps."</strong> she said her voice trailing off as she set them in place. Her feet began to move almost expertly to some invisible beat, her body moving faster before she used the momentum to swing herself into a somersault halftwist backtuck. It was a mouthful to say and a pain in the ass to perform if you didn't build the momentum to do it. <br><br><strong>"I don't expect first time knock outs, but we should be able to work in the backtuck. For now though we'll focus on the halftwist. I only need three to pull off the backtucks before we move into the next phase of the routine."</strong> Her chest rose and fell quickly from the slight workout and she gave a smile to Coach Phil. Cupping her hands over her mouth she called out, <strong>"Hey coach, I think I'm ahead on who's on time!"</strong> she gave him a smile before winking at Arella. <strong>"I heard what he said earlier, I'm about to shoot a text out to the others."</strong> 
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				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>25-06-2013, 10:10:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapersexy.net/uploads/wallpapers/2013/02/05/2941/thumb_big_wide_7fd1cf5c3d4f4d0b21e1949bdb780d8f.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Arella Trius/ Ariel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Phils Office/ Coach Parrs office<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Passing messages /training<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Isabella, Open<br><br>Arella returned Isabellas smile happily and watched the captain move through a routine as she warmed up, keeping her eyes glued to the other womans body, taking in the graceful motions.&nbsp; She grinned as she flipped her body through the air into the complicated pattern before landing.&nbsp; It was something that, while Arella didn't consider herself a gymnast, she was good at the various flips and twists.&nbsp; Warmed up, she stepped forward to join the other women and joined in the routine.<br><br>Arella laughed at the other womans words to the coach.&nbsp; She nodded, “Oh, good.&nbsp; I was going to let you know.&nbsp; But, I was pretty sure that everyone heard him.”&nbsp; The coach wasn't yelling when he spoke to her but, as it turns out, his voice tends to carry even when he's speaking in a normal tone.&nbsp; “I put the football players schedule into our coachs in-box, so that's done.”&nbsp; She chuckled.&nbsp; “Since those two can't seem to be around one another for more than a few minutes at a time, Coach Parr asked me to do it.”&nbsp; <br><br>“Anything you need me to help with to get prepared for the tryouts?”&nbsp; She asked as she tightened the ponytail she wore her red hair in for practice.&nbsp; While Arella was the co-captain of the team, Isabella was the senior cheerleader of the two and, while much was a joint effort, she always respected Isabella. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hyena Dandy</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 02:05:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Marie_zps92546f7c.jpg)</div>Name/True Identity: Marie Hua/Mulan<br>Location: Practice field<br>Doing: Warming up/Practicing<br>Tagging: Abe<br><br><br>Marie had been stretching, and warming up. That was what she did. She took her role on the offense very seriously. The young woman was one of the few to ever play in Division One, and the only one not to play Kicker. <br><br>Abe was her protector, in more ways than one. Not only did he play Fullback (and damn well at that. Coach Satyrios got creative with the scheme, using his ostensible “Fullback" as a second halfback in addition to blocking.) She liked to think that she could make it on her own, she even often asked him not to stand up to the others on her behalf, to let her play speak for her. But, while she meant that, that she was good enough and didn’t need him to push aside anyone who was rude to her, because she was every bit as good of a player as they were... She still appreciated what he did for her.<br><br>"Practice." She answered, and smiled at him, "I'm impressed. You were a whole five seconds early today."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 07:14:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Gil_zps134f8320.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Abe Casey/ O'Malley, 'Aristocats'<br><strong>Location</strong>: field<br><strong>Doing</strong>: helping<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Marie, Isabella, Arella<br><br>"Casey!"<br><br>The familiar shout made the young man cringe, but there was no use trying to duck that tone of command. Sighing and rolling his eyes at Marie, Abe hopped up and trotted over to Phil. "Yes coach?"<br><br>"Knock it off with the cutting it close. I don't have the goddamn time to babysit. Now go help Ellen out."<br><br>"Ellen?"<br><br>As though conjured by the older man's words, the Cheerleader Coach burst onto the field, practically cartwheeling in excitement. "They're here! Phil, they're here!"<br><br>Smirking, the man shove a surprised Abe towards her and started bellowing at the rest of the football team. "Now which of you fucking slackers have been pissing me off lately? Ready for a demotion to sherpa you maggots?"<br><br>"Hey, Ellen," Abe greeted the woman and grinned at Isabella and Arella as they joined him.<br><br>"Come on," Ellen enthused and the students shrugged and followed. The Parrs were both terrific coaches and their teams adored them, but they weren't noted for being exciting exactly. So her enthusiasm was infectious, despite their confusion. Through the massive concrete tunnel to the outside, they found one of the tiny fleet of work trucks made available to the school population since no vehicle larger than a scooter was allowed on campus. In truth, there were very few vehicles on the island at all since the cost of fuel was crippling.<br><br>There were stacks of boxes, nearly a dozen of them, the size of suitcases, and the delivery guy was still unloading.<br><br>"Just take them to the field," Ellen told them, grabbing a box to head back in. "We'll open them in there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 11:33:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/change_your_fate__young_macguffin_no__2_by_calexandradesigns-d53zknz.jpg)</div>Name/True Identity: Michael Macguffin (young Macguffin)<br>Location: Field<br>Doing:&nbsp; interacting/practice<br>Tagging: Open<br><br>Having finished his warmup and weight routine, Michael moved out to the playing field finding that some of the team and some of the cheerleading squad were already here. "Hey Abe, Marie!" he called as he approached. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 15:31:45</strong>
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				<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><strong>Location:</strong> Sidelines/Stadium<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Working on a new routine<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Phil, Arella, Abe, Marie, Michael, etc....Open<br><br>Isabella took out her phone as Arella asked about helping with anything for try outs. <strong>"A mix of simple and mid-leveled complex moves could be cool. If you wanted to figure those, or if you'd prefer since you're better with your voice some chants that really challenge them. I want girls who can really project their voices."</strong> She switched it on a moment, <strong>"Keep it up, build your momentum, I want to get to that point where you can feel yourself ready to fly."</strong> she said as her fingers flew over the touch pad of her phone. <br><br>She had just hit send when Coach Parr's voice came excitedly into the stadium. Looking up she could see the woman hurrying in with a box or two clutched in her hand. For a moment she was puzzled but she quickly put two and two together. <strong>"They're here?!!!"</strong> she said moving over quickly,&nbsp; at Abe's smile she gave the red-haired man a wink. <strong>"Hey Abe, how's it goin?"</strong> she asked before looking to the box that Coach Parr dropped in front of her. <br><br>Kneeling down she pulled at the tape, opening the first box. Her excitement grew as she pulled out the first of many cheerleading uniforms. Removing the plastic she unfolded what looked to be Arella's Fall/Winter cheer top. (http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/download2.png) <strong>"This one's yours."</strong> she said, holding it up to the girls form. There was a slight difference in Isabella's and Arella's uniforms from the rest of the girls. Two small wizard hats rested on each shoulder of their uniforms, where there was simply blue on the rest of them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 16:28:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Gil_zps134f8320.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Abe Casey/ O'Malley, 'Aristocats'<br><strong>Location</strong>: field<br><strong>Doing</strong>: presents!<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Michael, anyone on the field. OPEN<br><br>Grinning, Abe yanked open one of his two boxes, revealing more of the new cheerleader's uniforms. "Good lookin' duds." The intricate and warm materials were folded neatly and compactly in the box and there must have been a few sets in there. He willingly handed over the box to Coach Parr, well the other Coach Parr, and ripped the tape off of the second box in his small stack, even as more were brought in by his teammates. "Hey! These are practice jerseys!" (http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/practicejerseys_zpsf447dd50.png)<br><br>Startled, he stood and snapped the big shirt open and admired the pattern. It was far artsier than their game day unis and certainly moreso than the plain blue jerseys they wore for practice.<br><br>"Hey, Mike! This one's yours, come try it out!" Waving the jersey at the big guard, Abe grinned and tossed it too him before haappily playing Santa's Little Helper and handing out jerseys to his teammates as he read the names on the shoulders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cami</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 22:43:06</strong>
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				<strong>Name/True Identity: Megara/ Megan "Meg" De Luca</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z371/CamberRaine/Megara_zps170c1fc5.jpg) (http://s1186.photobucket.com/user/CamberRaine/media/Megara_zps170c1fc5.jpg.html)</div><br><strong>Location: Office, field<br>Doing: Interviewing, watching<br>Tagging:Phil, -</strong><br><br>Meg listened intently to his answer, writing down key phrases she would need to relay the answers. Phil seemed to really love his sport, and his obvious adoration for his kids made her smile, even if it was only a turning up at the corners of her mouth. When he left she saluted, chuckling slightly at the determination in his walk. <strong>"You go get um Coach, bite their ankles."</strong> When he called out over his shoulder, Megan nodded, giving him a thumbs up. <strong>"I'll keep that in mind, definitely."</strong><br><br>She finished writing quickly before stepping out of the office, following the route Phil had taken to the fields. Meg found a spot to sit, her notepad firmly in hand to take notes on the drills and such. She hoped she would be able to grab a football player or two, just so she wouldn't have to mosey her happy ass back down here anytime soon. A cheerleader wouldn't hurt either, but that didn't seem very appealing at all. <em>Maybe they won't be that vapid...</em> Meg shook her head, her legs stretching out in front of her as she got ready to watch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 23:36:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/change_your_fate__young_macguffin_no__2_by_calexandradesigns-d53zknz.jpg)</div>Name/True Identity: Michael Macguffin (young Macguffin)<br>Location: Field<br>Doing:&nbsp; interacting/practice<br>Tagging: Open<br><br>Michael caught his shirt out of the air as it was tossed to him "thanks" he said as he caught it. He brought it up to his nose and took a long sniff. "Ilovethesmello'newstuff, remindsmeofchristmasswivmenah, ye ken?" he asked with a grin. <br>His face dropped slightly as he saw the blank stares aimed at him. It always slipped his mind that others might not understand his dialect. "Um, I. Like. The. New. Shirt. Smell" he said slowly with a cheeky grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 02:18:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Phil1_zpsa01356f9.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Phil Satyrios <br><strong>Location</strong>: field<br><strong>Doing</strong>: observing<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: OPEN<br><br>Pleased, Phil watched as the others gathered, curious as to what was causing all the excitement. The coaches had played this one close to the vest, not revealing to their teams the massive booster donation or what had been done with it. They'd need the morale boost this year, Phil could sense it. Strange things were afoot at the Circle K and Phil hated surprises. Particularly the weird esoteric shit he could feel making his skin crawl. He liked this life, it suited him and he saw no reason for the universe to mess with that.<br><br>Several other of the cheer squad had finally arrived to add to the excitement and the babble of student voices made him smile faintly. Let them have their fun for a few minutes, then he'd start baying at them like hunting dogs.<br><br>"Hey, Coach!" From the milling crowd, his star quarterback trotted over with the usual spring in his step. The kid was ridiculously good and would do well as a pro. "There are shirts for you too. And Coach Parr and the others. Here."<br><br>At least those girls had listened to him, unlike those fucking morons at the design company that made the last batch. This shirt he would actually wear, despite it being a bit flashy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sindra</strong> on <strong>29-06-2013, 23:32:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapersexy.net/uploads/wallpapers/2013/02/05/2941/thumb_big_wide_7fd1cf5c3d4f4d0b21e1949bdb780d8f.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Arella Trius/ Ariel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Field<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Getting uniforms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Arella tilted her head as the others made their way toward the football coach.&nbsp; With a shrug, she made her way over to the crowd with Isabella and the others practicing, curious as to what they were getting.<br><br>She grinned as the uniforms got pulled out of the box and happily took hers when Isabella handed it to her.&nbsp; “They're great, Isabella!”&nbsp; She beamed at the captain happily while holding the top over her work out shirt.&nbsp; Then she looked to the other cheerleaders and gestured at the shirt, “Isabella designed the unis for us!”<br><br>She watched, excited, as the other uniforms came out of the box.&nbsp; She was a little surprised when something came out for Coach Satyrios.&nbsp; Phil wasn't known to wear any of the team stuff.&nbsp; Though it wasn't a lack of pride but the company that had designed them created crap for the coaches.&nbsp; They were pretty hideous and Arella didn't&nbsp; blame them for not deciding to participate.<br><br>With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she addressed the coach, “Try it on, Coach Satyrios!” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>02-07-2013, 03:24:28</strong>
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				<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><strong>Location:</strong> Sidelines/Stadium<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Checking out the Uniforms/Getting back to practice<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Phil, Arella, Abe, Marie, Michael, etc....Open<br><br>Isabella smiled at Arella, <strong>"We needed them. Coach Phil and Coach Parr approved them. I figured something flashy for us would help distract other teams."</strong> she teased, flicking her hair over her shoulder, the ponytail bouncing slightly as she glanced over at Abe. His small snub had almost gone unnoticed. If it hadn't been for the night before she probably would have brushed it off but it only irked her further. Pursing her lips she motioned for her girls. <strong>"Lets go ladies, we got practicing to do."</strong> <br><br>Her eyes narrowed at Abe and she turned on her heels, her hair flicking his face some as she walked off, stretching over by the sidelines a soft huff escaping her lips. Least he could have done was apologize for standing her up. Not to mention the drunk text she'd gotten. Her eyes went to the girls. <strong>"We have try outs tomorrow. I'll have you all run through a routine to show the attendees then we'll go through and take one or two under our wings to have them perform for Arella and myself."</strong> She stretched, her leg coming up behind her she arched forward before taking an at ease stand. <strong>"Sound good? Then we'll do individual try outs as well. Any suggestions?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>02-07-2013, 06:41:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Gil_zps134f8320.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Abe Casey/ O'Malley, 'Aristocats'<br><strong>Location</strong>: field<br><strong>Doing</strong>: doin' the hang dog<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Isabella, Meg<br><br>"Abe!"<br><br>The Fullback flinched at his coach's shout, but knew he had to face the music and immediately left off the new unis and trotted over. "Yes coach?"<br><br>"You think you're charming. And you were late. So you get to go interview with our observer." A nod of the near-bald pate towards a slender figure in the shadows, drew Abe's eye. But the older man's evil chuckle drew his attention back. "Don't get all hot and bothered, son, it's a punishment. We'll see if you come back with all your limbs intact." <br><br>Abe knew better than to argue and held in his long-suffering sigh. Coach Phil could be ruthlessly creative with punishment if he was in the mood. "Yes sir."<br><br>"And, for fuck sake, figure out what stupid-ass thing you did that has Isabella glaring daggers at you."<br><br>"Why is he assuming that it's my fau..." Abe muttered in annoyance to himself as he sulked over the stranger watching what had been workouts on the field, before stopping up short. Wait... there'd been that conversation... on Monday... no, yesterday... With the hangover still muddying up his higher brain functions, Abe felt the details eluding him, even as he he just knew he was in deep shit. Hepkat and the others, plying him with shots long before they even left the dorm.<br><br>Stopping in his tracks, most of the memories finally came back and he winced hard enough to sharpen the headache again. "Fuck."<br><br>Part of him noted that the woman who he'd been instructed to speak with was ridiculously hot, but he slapped that voice down and rubbed his face. "Look, sorry for being a jerk, but I only just remembered that I seriously fucked up with the girl I've been trying to impress for longer than I care to admit. Can I reschedule if I'm not going to screw up your timetable? I really need to go suck up as soon as humanly possible. God I feel like an ass."<br><br>Hoping he wasn't messing with the stranger's assignment, he slunk away, approaching the head of the cheer squad. There were all sorts of witty apologetic shit he could say, but he liked her too much for that. And to think he was the guy that was supposed to be better than the assholes she kept getting stuck with. Argh...<br><br>"Bella, I'm really sorry. No excuses. I was an ass and bailed on you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>03-07-2013, 20:24:58</strong>
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				<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><strong>Location:</strong> Sidelines/Stadium<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Checking out the Uniforms/Getting back to practice<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Phil, Arella, Abe, Marie, Michael, etc....Open<br><br>Isabella sighed, her attention taken from the girls as Abe approached. Raising an eyebrow she brought her arms in front of her chest, tapping her foot slightly. Her lips pursed and sighed. <strong>"Half the reason you're hear is coach sent you my way. I doubt you'd remember."</strong> She paused <strong>"Fine, no hard feelings, just next time I could do without the drunk "Wish you were here" texts. Those are what pissed me off more."</strong> she gave him a small smile before turning her back. <br><br><strong>"Now you might want to catch up with the other girl or coach Phil will have your ass."</strong> she said, looking back to her girls. <strong>"We'll meet tomorrow about a half hour before try outs. We'll go over the moves tomorrow. Feel free to drag any of your friends here no one is excluded."</strong> Sure she was keeping them maybe a little too open. But the open tryouts would help her keep a more open mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cami</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 18:55:40</strong>
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				<strong>Name/True Identity: Megara/ Megan "Meg" De Luca</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z371/CamberRaine/Megara_zps170c1fc5.jpg) (http://s1186.photobucket.com/user/CamberRaine/media/Megara_zps170c1fc5.jpg.html)</div><br><strong>Location: Field <br>Doing: Pictures<br>Tagging: Isabella (mentioned), Abe (mentioned)</strong><br><br>Meg's morning had started off a tad more smoothly than yesterday's. She had gone up to the journalism room to grab a camera after she dressed in a long navy maxi dress, before making her way back down to the field. They needed pictures for the cover page, and as usual, Megan was without plans. So she was volunteered, unwillingly, she might add. <em>I'm getting this shit done today if it's the death of me. I fucking hate astroturf. I fucking hate cheerleaders. I fucking hate screaming.</em> A hand came to run through her waist length mahogany locks as she arrived at the edge of the field. <br><br>Yesterday she would've interviewed Abe, however, he had no interest in talking to her and that was perfectly fine. If he wanted to go solve his high school drama and not talk to her it just meant less social interaction for Meg. It was slightly interesting to watch him grovel, though. Isabella seemed to forgive him for whatever his infraction was and that made Meg roll her eyes. Today she would have to pick up her slack from yesterday though, because apparently Ms. Masters couldn't find another fucking interviewer. Meg made her way to sit down near where she knew the cheerleaders would be practicing later today, snapping a few shots of the field as she went.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>05-07-2013, 17:29:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Carter_zps46a545ae.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Darren Phaeton<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; field<br><strong>Doing</strong>:&nbsp; on the job<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Meg, OPEN<br><br>Exhausted from a more active twenty-four hours than he was used to. His sleepy university town had taken on a dark turn a couple nights ago and Darren was determined to stop it in his tracks. Now, realistically, it was too early even for the football team, but he was willing to wait. If he caught the lad off guard, he'd get a more honest reaction to his questions. With that in mind, he strode through the quiet stadium, enjoying walking out onto the empty field. <br><br>A click snapped his head over in natural reaction, surprised to see a lone, slender figure in the stands beside the green, holding a camera.<br><br>She was a looker and Darren swallowed a sly grin. Being on the clock sucked sometimes. But as sheriff, he had to live up to the uniform and he forced his smile to be merely polite and nodded he round hat towards the young woman in acknowledgment and opened up the top couple snaps on his uniform jacket now that he was out of the breeze outside. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cami</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 00:55:53</strong>
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				<strong>Name/True Identity: Megara/ Megan "Meg" De Luca</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z371/CamberRaine/Megara_zps170c1fc5.jpg) (http://s1186.photobucket.com/user/CamberRaine/media/Megara_zps170c1fc5.jpg.html)</div><br><strong>Location: Field<br>Doing: Photographing<br>Tagging: Darren</strong><br><br>Meg went down on one knee, shooting the field at a different angle. <em>Why did I promise to do this. I could still be asleep right now.</em> She sighed, snapping a few more shots before she looked up from the lens. A slight scream came when she noticed the figure standing off to the side. <strong>"Goddamnit."</strong> Megan mumbled, her hand going to her heart as she stood up and walked to where the figure was standing.<br><br>He was good looking, broad shoulders, scruffy. Meg's type. It took her a moment to realize he was in uniform, a smirk coming across her lips as her eyes took in his appearance. <strong>"What're you doing around here Officer?"</strong> She cocked her head, her eyes questioning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 09:32:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Carter_zps46a545ae.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Darren Phaeton<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; field<br><strong>Doing</strong>:&nbsp; on the job<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; 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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>10-07-2013, 18:18:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/freida-pinto-wallpaper-04-12x9.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>Isabella Estacia/Esmeralda<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sidelines/Stadium<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Checking sign up lists and prepping for the afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Meg and Darren, Open<br><br>Isabella's quick steps were slightly distracted as she glanced over her paper, making sure it was up to her high standards. <strong>"Damn, how'd I manage that one."</strong> she said, her pen carefully marking the mistake. She'd just have enough time if she hurried after her breakfast, to print off the edited copy. Man she should have taken that extra half hour before bed last night. But her pillow was beckoning her. <br><br>Head down she hardly noticed Meg and Darren, and looked up just as she came face to back with the <em>Sheriff</em> just as he was introducing himself to Meg. <strong>"Oh shi...I'm sorry, I..."</strong> she glanced Meg as she backed away a step gathering the papers that had dropped from her hand. They were everywhere and the morning dew had soaked a couple of them. <strong>"Damn. That's what I get..."</strong> she glanced one of the papers by Meg's feet, one of her try out flyers. Well so much for putting up a few more before taking down the list. <strong>"I'm sorry.."</strong> she said her eyes moving over the two, a pause evident as she looked over Darren. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>11-07-2013, 13:27:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Carter_zps46a545ae.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Darren Phaeton<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; field<br><strong>Doing</strong>:&nbsp; on the job<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Meg, Isabella, Abe, OPEN<br><br><em>Famine to feas</em>t, Darren thought to himself as he crouched to help retrieve scattered papers, unconsciously angling his body so he could keep track of both strangers in his space. "No problem," he assured the second young woman, admiring the contrast of their similar coloring to his infernal paleness. He always did like contrasts... "My standing to close to the tunnel like a barn door is my own fault. Cheer tryouts huh? You'll have a better day than I."<br><br>Standing, he habitually ignored the throb of pain in his right thigh where the bullets had dug out craters in his flesh so long ago. Handing over the battered papers, he smiled winningly at the ladies and asked after the real reason he was here.<br><br>"Do either of you know a Abraham Casey?"<br><br>Even as he asked, yet another figure dragged himself from the shadows of the tunnel, looking distinctly the worse for wear.<br><br>"Oh, never mind," Darren deadpanned. "Your ears burning there, son? If you ladies will excuse us, I need to speak with Mr. Casey here."<br><br>Owl-eyed, Abe followed the older man halfway across the field and listened quietly as the sheriff spoke to him. The women could only wonder what made the red head visibly blanch like that...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>11-07-2013, 23:22:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/936full-alex-evans-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Athon Finn / Flounder<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Field<br><strong>Doing</strong>: Working out, waiting for tryouts.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Isabella, open<br><hr>After spending a short time in the common room Athon had went and changed into a Tight compression tank top, and compression shorts to wear under basket ball shorts.&nbsp; Not many were out on the stadium so he decided a jog would be the perfect workout.&nbsp; Plus, though he wouldn't mention it he did want to try out for cheer leading.&nbsp; He had been portly as a child, but he was humbled from growing up under the scrutiny he had.&nbsp; Though it would be very cliche for him as a gay man to be a cheerleader that didn't stop him.&nbsp; He did what he wanted.&nbsp; Softly his sneakers padded the field as he ran around in a path, his heart rate up a bit and he breathed softly as he stopped to stretch.&nbsp; <br><br>Athon stopped near Isabella and the others, offering them a smile as he sat down, taking out his phone for messages, though he was sure there would be none.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 04:31:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/freida-pinto-wallpaper-04-12x9.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>Isabella Estacia/Esmeralda<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sidelines/Stadium<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Checking sign up lists and prepping for the afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Meg and Darren, Open<br><br>Batting her eyelashes once more Isabella was about to thank him as well as answer his question when Abe popped up. Her eyes narrowed as the two men walked off. She'd noticed Athon, but her curiosity about Abe and the Sheriff had her pursing her lips. <strong>"Excuse me a moment."</strong> she hurried over to the two, <strong>"I'm sorry, but does he need a lawyer? I have a few in mind I could call."</strong> she stood next to Abe. Her shoulders straight and her gaze locked with Darrens. <strong>"Do you want one Abe?"</strong> she asked, hugging her loose papers to her as she continued to stare the officer down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 04:49:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/936full-alex-evans-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Athon Finn / Flounder<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Sidelines/Stadium<br><strong>Doing</strong>: Working out, waiting for tryouts.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Isabella, Darren, open<br><hr>Athon simply watched as it seemed the sheriff had it in mind to talk to a particular student and it seemed the situation had escalated to a need for legal counsel.&nbsp; <em>damn.&nbsp; What was going on today?</em> he wondered, putting away his phone and drinking some of his water he had brought with him.<br><br>He stood up and walked fluidly, but at a medium pace to the group.&nbsp; <strong>"Hi, uh sorry to intrude... but is everything okay here?"</strong> He looked at Isabella and then at Darren and Abe.&nbsp; To break the tension he would usually use some comedic reference but felt it would be misplaced here among new people.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 05:54:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Carter_zps46a545ae.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Darren Phaeton/&nbsp; Phoebus<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Field<br><strong>Doing</strong>:&nbsp; checking in on Abe<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Abe, Isabella, Athon<br><br><br>Nonplussed, Darren eyed the fierce young woman and raised a placating hand. "Mr Casey isn't in trouble. Someone was spiking drinks at the club he was performing at and I'm fairly certain he's a victim, along with quite a few others. I'm simply hoping that a urine test might still show any chemicals in his system for when I catch the bastard that did this and to cover any possible complications that might affect Mr Casey." Scrounging into his pockets, he pulled out a wallet and a shattered smartphone. "And I believe these are yours?"<br><br>Abe was clearly torn between relief and horror, searching through the wallet and giving his beloved phone a mournful look. "Man, that thing took me forever to save up for too. Thanks for bringing it back, Sheriff."<br><br>"Any time. You know where the science building is, right?"<br><br>Abe nodded wearily and Darren patted his shoulder. "Hit up room 2B, that's where my lab tech's lair is. Sally'll take care of you. Maybe I'll stick around and take your place at practice."<br><br>Chuckling weakly at the attempt at humor, Abe flashed a pathetic smile at the girl he felt he'd ruined his chances with and crept away, clinging to his destroyed phone like a lifeline. Concerned, Darren turned to the cheerleader and noticed that another student had joined them.<br><br>"He doesn't look to good. Would one of you mind going with him? Or if there's an extra pair of hands that can be spared? I'd go myself, but I'd like to speak with his coach to explain what's going on."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 01:46:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/freida-pinto-wallpaper-04-12x9.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>Isabella Estacia/Esmeralda<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sidelines/Stadium<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Checking sign up lists and prepping for the afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abe, Athon, Darren, Open<br><br>Isabella let herself relax, her expression turning to worry as she looked over Abe. <strong>"Yeah, um. Athon why don't you go with him. I'll keep your post open later, and let Ari know okay.</strong> Flipping open her phone she shot a message to Coach Phil. <strong>"I'll message coach to come to the stadium."</strong> her fingers moved quickly before she sent the message and glanced up at Darren. She offered him an apologetic smile. <br><br><strong>"I guess you're not all that bad. For a cop."</strong>&nbsp; she said her arms crossing over her chest as she gave him a small smile. <strong>Has the club thing been happening a while? Is Abe going to be okay?"</strong> She wondered slightly what he meant by "spiking". Hopefully nothing that could screw with his game. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 05:00:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/blonde-cute-girl-hair-long-hair-Favimcom-456484_zps26d92996.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>&nbsp; Rachel Prince (Rapunzel)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Athletic field, minutes before tryouts<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Warming up<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br>The day had gone by quickly and Rachel had found herself swirled up in the normal day-to-day happenings and routines.&nbsp; She'd eaten breakfast that morning with Melissa and then headed off to class.&nbsp; Algebra and Astronomy had come before lunch, which she had spent with a few of her teammates, and then she had Philosophy in the afternoon.&nbsp; During breaks she had hung a few posters for the tryouts and done her homework.&nbsp; <br><br><br>Her long blonde hair was tied back into a braided tail, which dramatically reduced its length, and she was dressed in the required practice uniform.&nbsp; The butterflies had continued to swarm in her belly throughout the day, and within the last couple hours reached the point where she thought she might be physically ill.&nbsp; To try to reduce her anxiety she had jogged around the field twice, and now she was stretching.&nbsp; As she placed her nose to her knee, her left leg tucked in, and grasped her heel with the palm of her hand, her mind went over the steps to their various routines.&nbsp; She was fairly confident in her gymnastics and knew all the chants by heart.&nbsp; She'd been told her voice carried well.&nbsp; It had been the dance steps she'd struggled with the most and while she knew she was decent, she also knew that some of the other girls were a whole lot better.<br><br>As she stretched, she watched as other people came onto the field.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>15-07-2013, 04:17:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/hxOjHKA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melissa Wallace/Merida<br><strong>Location:</strong> Girls Dorm Common<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Talkin with Rachel<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rachel<br><br>Melissa came practically running into the stadium. Her mess of red hair bouncing on her shoulders as she bounded towards Rachel stopping just a few feet from her. <strong>"Hi!"</strong> she said winded, <strong>"I..talked to Isabella! She says I can work with you guys! I even got a work out uniform!"</strong> Melissa was practically beaming. This was so exciting. <br><br>Isabella had agreed right away that it'd be cool to add some flips to the mascot activities. She agreed 100% with Rachel about needing a spotter too. Her entire last class she found herself day dreaming about doing backflips and front flips. This was going to be awesome. After this though she had to run off to her archery practice. She worked her thick hair into a pony tail, the thick curls fighting her every step of the way. <strong>"So what do I need to do to stretch? Or should I just watch the try outs first and see what you guys do?"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>15-07-2013, 04:22:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/936full-alex-evans-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Athon Finn / Flounder<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Sidelines/Stadium<br><strong>Doing</strong>: Working out, waiting for tryouts.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Isabella, Darren, Abe, Open<br><hr>Puzzled for a moment, Athon paused.&nbsp; <strong>"Yea.&nbsp; Of course I will."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>He jogged up to Casey and smiled a moment.&nbsp; <strong>"Hey, Wait up!&nbsp; Hi, My name is Athon.&nbsp; Sheriff asked me to tag along to make sure you were okay, I hope you don't mind."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Athon walked next to the young man at an equal pace and smiled over at him hoping Isabella was serious about saving his spot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>17-07-2013, 07:15:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/blonde-cute-girl-hair-long-hair-Favimcom-456484_zps26d92996.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>&nbsp; Rachel Prince (Rapunzel)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Athletic field, minutes before tryouts<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Warming up<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Melissa<br><hr><br>Rachel beamed at Melissa as the redhead come strolling up.&nbsp; <br><br>Knee still flush with her cheek, Rachel lifted her eyes toward her friend, <strong>"Hey.&nbsp; Just do as I do.&nbsp; You need to be as limber as possible.&nbsp; I'll help you stretch and then we can do some basic tumbling to teach you the proper techniques you need when doing a flip.&nbsp; Body mechanics and muscle memory type stuff.&nbsp; Isabella could likely articulate it better than I could."</strong><br><br>A few seconds passed and Rachel leaned toward her bent leg and placed her ear to the ground.&nbsp; Years of gymnastics, and some good genes, had allowed her to be this flexible.&nbsp; She knew Melissa was athletic, but athleticism didn't necessarily equal flexibility and Rachel was slightly worried that her friend was going to pull something if they moved too quickly.<br><br><strong>"How was your day?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>17-07-2013, 22:38:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Lightning_zps9b7c71c9.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Peter Jove/ Lightning McQueen<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; the gym next to the stadium<br><strong>Doing</strong>:&nbsp; getting the gathering students fired up<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Rachel, Isabella, EVERYBODY!!<br><br>"Come on down!" Peter bellowed through his oversized megaphone, proudly decorated with over-the-top school spirit. "Guys and gals, freaks and geeks! Tall and short, shy and bold and all shades in between! Bring it! To the annual Cheerleading tryouts!"<br><br>There was a lot he couldn't do anymore, with his once-broken spine still sensitive after all these years. He might not be able to keep up with the cheer squad, or for his former stardom in the track world, but he liked the niche he had fallen into. Besides, it kept him active, pacing back and forth as he shouted snappy patter at whatever crowd he was in front of.<br><br>At the moment, his crowd was the student body at large, his amplified voice echoing far and wide.<br><br>"Come on over and show your school pride, Wizards! Show what the blue, yellow and white means to you! Don't want to perform? Come cheer on those that do!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>17-07-2013, 23:35:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/blonde-cute-girl-hair-long-hair-Favimcom-456484_zps26d92996.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>&nbsp; Rachel Prince (Rapunzel)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gym next to the stadium<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Handing out forms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Peter, Isabella<br><hr><br>Rachel had been asked to help pass out and gather forms for the try-outs.&nbsp; It wasn't glamorous, but it was part of her duties as a member of the squad.&nbsp; A friendly, happy smile was glued to her face as she walked the crowd of gathered students and passed out the forms or gathered filled out forms.&nbsp; She could hear Peter over the dim rustle of the crowd as he continued to promote them.&nbsp; <br><br>She had a soft spot for Peter, he'd gone through so much, and yet here he was active, excited, and as happy as any of the team.&nbsp; It was a good reminder that people had it worse and that with some will and drive it was possible to overcome anything.<br><br>After handing out her last sheet, Rachel returned to the front, next to Peter, and grabbed another stack from the table they had setup.<br><br>There were a lot more people than she'd expected.&nbsp; She knew some were simply there to watch people fall on their heads, and some were there to actually poke fun of the cheerleaders.&nbsp; She hoped most of them though were here to try-out or support the squad and school.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>18-07-2013, 00:32:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/hxOjHKA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melissa Wallace/Merida<br><strong>Location:</strong> Girls Dorm Common<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Talkin with Rachel<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rachel, Peter, Isabella, Ari,<br><br>Melissa smiled at Rachel, warming up with her following her the best she could. <strong>"Sounds great! I'll try my best"</strong> She'd never felt so pumped. She knew Rachel didn't have long before she had to be inside she planned on helping Peter out with revving up the crowd. Not to mention Rachel had things she probably had to do. <strong>"My day was good, I screwed up an assignment, hoping Professor Masters will give me another shot.</strong> <br><br>She followed Rachel's tumbles, her head hurting slighlty from the contact with the ground. For the life of her she couldn't get her hands and arms down in time enough to cradle the impact. Panting she stood up straight as she saw the crowd gathering. <strong>"Oh! We shouldn't keep you anymore you'll be late!"</strong> Giving Rachel a huge hug she ran off, <strong>"Thank you!!! I need to go help Peter and I be Isabella has things for you! Thank you again."</strong> With that she ran off into the gym, bouncing up towards Peter her smile bright as she waved to Isabella and Ari. <strong>"Heya Peter!"</strong> she said, before she looked around at the gathering group. <br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/freida-pinto-wallpaper-04-12x9.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>Isabella Estacia/Esmeralda<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sidelines/Stadium<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Checking sign up lists and prepping for the afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rachel, Peter, Melissa, Ari (Mentioned) and anyone else around<br><br>Isabella sat back, looking around at the gathering crowd. Her mind somewhat elsewhere for the moment. Abe's face when Darren had spoken with him. A sigh escaped her lips, as she looked around for Ari. Maybe she'd heard from Anthon how Abe was doing. <strong>"Pull yourself together Isi."</strong> she scolded herself rustling her hair before she pulled it back, she was in full uniform, ready to perk up the crowd and watch some try outs. <br><br>She and Ari would be down there for the group tryouts. However the individual ones they'd need to watch from a distance, observe their technique and more. Waving to Rachel she flashed the woman a smile, shooting a text to Abe before she stood up. <em>"Let me know what's going on, no need to rush back."</em> Closing her phone she slipped it into her purse and made her way down onto the floor. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampyre Valkyrie</strong> on <strong>18-07-2013, 17:44:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc415/TheValkryrieJessica/Mim/ff2d57dd-00b4-4897-ac31-3d83579a58e8.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Jemima ‘Mim’ Morgaine / Mad Madam Mim<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>Doing:</strong> Enjoying her afternoon, trying to find out what all the yelling is about<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Peter, Rachel, Open<br><br>Even with her earbuds in Mim had been able to hear the infernal peppy screaming coming from a stupid bullhorn in the gym. It wasn't like she couldn't listen to Cage the Elephant later, so she popped them out of her ears. "Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" streamed from the small bedazzled bug like earpieces that dangled around her neck as she walked towards the gym. At least the voice was coming from a guy. If he was cute Mim figured she could forgive him for interupting her musical interlude.<br><br>Busting into the gym like she owned the place, both doors swung open as she strolled in. Her heels clacked against the hardwood floor as she made her way towards the two people handing out flyers. Noticing the guy with the bull horn Mim took a moment to give him a once over. ~<em>Not bad...To clean though</em>~ Stretching as she finished her stroll over she stopped in front of Peter and smiled at him, moving her glasses down to the end of her nose so that she could look over the frames. "Hey there! What in the bluest of all blue hells is all the shouting about?" She leaned in and lowered her voice only slightly, it taking on a mischievous and playful tone. "Is someone starting a fight club? Cause if so, I'm in."<br><br>Standing back up she straightened her skirt, which had a habit of riding up just a little to far when she decided to bend over. Looking over at Rachel she smirked at her and crinkled her nose. "Hey Blondie, I'll take one of those flyer thingies you got." Mim wiggled her finger towards the flyers in Rachel's hand before holding out her own hand waiting for a flyer. Hand still open she turned her attention back to Peter. ~<em>Eh, why the hell not</em>~ "I'm Jemima, everyone calls me Mim though. I don't think I've ever bumped into you at a party or anything fun before." She smiled and flipped her hair, the action with her hair seeming almost unintentional.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>25-07-2013, 18:33:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/freida-pinto-wallpaper-04-12x9.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>Isabella Estacia/Esmeralda<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sidelines/Stadium<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Checking sign up lists and prepping for the afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rachel, Peter, Melissa, Ari (Mentioned) and anyone else around<br><br>Setting her purse down at the edge of the bleachers where the other girls things were Isabella made her way to where Peter and Mim were standing. Her eyes went over the girls interesting features. <strong>"Sweet looking hair! Wish I were that brave."</strong> she smiled looking to Peter. <strong>"We're almost ready just waiting on Ari. I'm going to stretch and get the other girls going to pep them up and get more attention. You and Melissa keep em hopping for us?"</strong> she asked looking back to Mim. <br><br><strong>"Are you here for tryouts?"</strong> she asked as she began to stretch tossing her jacket off to the side first. revealing a blue and yellow wizards hat on a white A-shirt. Tucking in her shirt she brought one leg up behind her and looked for Ari in the crowd and at the entrances. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampyre Valkyrie</strong> on <strong>25-07-2013, 18:48:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc415/TheValkryrieJessica/Mim/ff2d57dd-00b4-4897-ac31-3d83579a58e8.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Jemima ‘Mim’ Morgaine / Mad Madam Mim<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>Doing:</strong> Enjoying her afternoon, trying to find out what all the yelling is about<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Peter, Rachel, Isabella, Open<br><br>As Isabella walked over Mim took her attention from Peter to her. "Sweet looking hair! Wish I were that brave." Mim raised an eyebrow for a moment. Niceness, it was one of those things Mim could only handle part of the time. ~<em>Don't scare them just yet Jemima</em>~ Mim's thoughts rang loud in her own head as she nodded at Isabella and smirked. "Oh this!" She flipped her hair around as if it were just another accessory she had to show off. "This is natural!" She chuckled a bit and let the girl speak to her minions. ~<em>Cheerleaders have minions...who knew...maybe being a cheerleader wouldn't be so bad</em>~ She shook off that thought quickly. ~<em>You? Cheerful? What the fuck is wrong with you Mim</em>~<br><br>As Mim saw Isabella's attention come back to her she ran her fingers through her hair. "Are you here for tryouts?" The words stabbed at Mim's brain like a longsword. ~<em>I'm obviously not intimidating enough....Stop it Mim, you are trying this new thing where you at least tolerate people, remember</em>~ Shaking her head Mim looked down at her clothes and back to Isabella. "I don't know that I'm the cheery type...I mean, how does someone go about doing the splits in this skirt? I came to heckle, but you are really nice. And while that makes me want to puke a little, I find it hard to be terribly mean right now...." Mim paused for a moment before pursing her lips and raising the back of her hand to her forehead. "I think I must be coming down with something." Chuckling again she sighed. "Any chance if I change my mind I can try out later?....The name's Mim by the way."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>25-07-2013, 21:52:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/936full-alex-evans-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Athon Finn / Flounder<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Sidelines/Stadium<br><strong>Doing</strong>: Tryouts.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Peter, Rachel, Isabella, Mim, Open<br><hr>Making his way back from Sally's office, Athon could hear as tryouts started.&nbsp; <em>damn it!</em>&nbsp; He broke into a brisk run and made his way back to the stadium.&nbsp; As he approached he could see a rather strapping and handsome man, controlling the megaphone.&nbsp; there was also some women, one named Isabella that he had met, but there were a few others as well.&nbsp; He gave them all a smile and was excited to show his support of his school.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>26-07-2013, 21:18:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Phil1_zpsa01356f9.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Phil Satyrios <br><strong>Location</strong>: the enclosed gym beside the stadium<br><strong>Doing</strong>: audience for cheer tryouts<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Isabella, Mim, OPEN<br><br>While the cheerleading squad wasn't his jurisdiction, Phil had a vested interest in them. Cheerleaders and American Football were intimately intertwined and only a stupid coach ignored that. He could afford a day here and there to reverse the roles and let them be the cheer squad's audience. Besides, he believed that the team's support of the squad encouraged guys to break the stigma of being a cheerleader. Hell, that was how Peter Jove had gotten involved, when Billy, his own defensive end, had encouraged his best friend to get involved. After losing an Olympic career to a car accident, the cheer squad had been a godsend to the lad. And it upped Billy's morale, so Phil benefited as well, with a talented player that was happier and more focused.<br><br>Phil watched Jove talk with Isabella a purple-haired student for a moment before walking over with a less aggressive stride than usual. This was not his gig, and he was fine with taking a backseat as an observer and making sure his team behaved themselves.<br><br>"You rang?" He asked Isabella, perversely enjoying the way Jove and the other girl startled at his presence. "And what, exactly, did that text about Casey mean?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>27-07-2013, 17:53:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Gil_zps134f8320.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Abe Casey/ O'Malley, 'Aristocats'<br><strong>Location</strong>: gym<br><strong>Doing</strong>: checking in<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Phil, Athon, OPEN<br><br>Thoroughly poke, prodded and embarrassed, Abe wandered back to the gym with Sally's warnings still ringing in his ears. Not to exert himself and go see a proper MD as soon as possible. First, he had to check in with friends and teammates and a very demanding coach.<br><br>There was a decent crowd gathering in the gym. If this kept up, numbers might rival the football club! Coach Phil was always adamant about the entire club attending unless one had a damn good excuse. That was everyone from the receptionist to the star quarterback.<br><br>Spotting Athon, he walked over to clap the smaller man on the shoulder and smile wearily. "Good luck, man."<br><br>Then he had to face his volatile coach, padded over to quietly stand next to Phil, who just looked at him levelly. "You okay, son?" Phil asked gently. Understanding that something serious had happened and his fullback hadn't been fucking around. Relieved at the unexpectedly gentle treatment, Abe shrugged.<br><br>"I'm not really sure, coach."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampyre Valkyrie</strong> on <strong>29-07-2013, 20:16:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc415/TheValkryrieJessica/Mim/ff2d57dd-00b4-4897-ac31-3d83579a58e8.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Jemima ‘Mim’ Morgaine / Mad Madam Mim<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Tryouts<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Enjoying her afternoon, trying to find out what all the yelling is about<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Peter, Rachel, Isabella, Phil, Abe, Open<br><br>Mim nodded at the young man who had just rushed into the gym. He looked like he had just beat feet to get back here. ~<em>Is this shit really that amusing</em>~ Shaking her head she noticed more people were showing up. Looking over at Peter, Rachel and Isabella she smiled. "Looks like you guys may not need me after all. Besides, I'm more of a chaosleader then a cheer leader anyways."<br><br>Hearing the gruff voice from behind her Mim chuckled. "You rang? And what, exactly, did that text about Casey mean?" Looking to see where the voice came from Mim's eyes widened and she couldn't help herself. As she looked over the stout little man standing next to her an evil grin crossed her face. "HOLY JEEZUS! It's a dwarf...Nice hat dude." As she realised he was probably faculty the smirk on her face didn't change. So what if she got in trouble? She was here at tryouts to cause chaos after all. <br><br>As the the red head walked up Mim jumped. "Ahhh! Ginger....Is your last name Weasley?" She smirked at him playfully before hearing him call the dwarf man 'coach.' ~<em>Well fuck me...that's just perfect</em>~ Smiling at the group around her she pursed her lips for a moment. "Something tells me I'm in trouble...I've been a naughty girl." She winked at Peter and Abe as she said it. Then she let out a small huff before turning to look at Phil, who was almost certainly going to scream his tiny head off at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 06:23:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/freida-pinto-wallpaper-04-12x9.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>Isabella Estacia/Esmeralda<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sidelines/Stadium<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Checking sign up lists and prepping for the afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rachel, Peter, Phil, Abe,Mim, etc...<br><br>This girl was interesting. That was probably the only nice word that Isabella could think of right now. Interesting. <strong>"We need all the people we can get. The more the merrier. Heckler or no, we can still use someone who has great vocals. In a way our job is distraction and team spirit. I'm sure you'd be great with distraction."</strong> Isabella wasn't threatened or concerned. She didn't scare easily. Offend easily? Yes. Scare? No. <br><br>Her lips parted but she was interrupted as Phil showed up and she smiled. <strong>"Yeah, a cop came by and sent him up to the labs for some tests. I shot him a text but..."</strong> her eyebrow raised as Abe came up to them and she let out a soft sigh and shook her head. <strong>"You should be relaxing..."</strong> her words of concern were stalled however as Mim spoke up. <br><br>Oh gods did she just say that? She looked between Coach and the girl and blinked before turning her attention to Abe. <strong>"I gotta get the crowd going before we get going on these tryouts. We'll talk later."</strong> Leaning up she kissed Abe on the cheek and flashed him a smile before she ran out to the middle of the gym. <br><br>Throwing her body forward she flipped in the air, twice her legs extending out before she landed in the splits. Those already on the team joined her the second in command, after Arella, taking the empty spot and everyone fell into line. Like a well trained troop her girls and guys fell into step with her, following the strict complicated routine she'd laid out with Arella. Their feet and bodies arched and flipped as chants echoed throughout the gym, commanding the attention of the crowd. When Isabella was satisfied she had it she stepped forward, her hips swaying her body straight, almost demanding attention as her team finished the routine and chant behind her. <br><br><div align="center"><em>Here we go, <br>Lets get it goin'<br>We're here to party, <br>Lets get it rollin'<br>Wizards stand, <br>Tall and Proud, <br>I can't hear you<br>Scream it loud</em></div><br>On the last line Isabella winked at the crowd and threw her body backwards, using the momentum to flip herself back, her hands pushing off the floor and into the arms of two of her stronger guys mid-air. Hoisted into the air Isabella looked around once more and smiled. <strong>"Come on Wizards is that all you've got for me?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 07:08:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/936full-alex-evans-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Athon Finn / Flounder<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Sidelines/Stadium<br><strong>Doing</strong>: Tryouts.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Peter, Rachel, Isabella, Mim, Open<br><hr>As Isabella began to cheer and get the crowd going, Athon realized perhaps this was a bad idea.&nbsp; He couldn't yell like that and for some reason, the spirit that he had that morning had become all but shot and he had no idea why.&nbsp; Gently he rose from his sidelined seat and made his way quickly and quietly to the gymnasium doors as to not interrupt, or seem rude and went outside to breathe.<br><br>Alright, so maybe the cheering thing wasn't for him, but there were other clubs and things he could do.&nbsp; He just didn't know what he wanted to do.&nbsp; Well, other than go back to bed and sleep off this strange funk taking over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 15:26:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Phil1_zpsa01356f9.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Phil Satyrios <br><strong>Location</strong>: gym<br><strong>Doing</strong>: dealing with chaos<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Mim, now Athon.<br><br>Ah yes, he knew this sort. Good, she could be useful. Ignore the lavender-haired troublemaker for the moment, Phil looked Abe over and raised an eyebrow. "You okay there, boy?"<br><br>"I think so. The science lab is running tests and will let me know. I'll bring the results to your office."<br><br>"Good. Go sit down before you fall down."<br><br>Nodding gratefully, Abe did as he was told and Peter, clearly uncomfortable at finding himself in the middle of this, happily trotted after his squad captain, who couldn't have given a shit less about anything but her task for the afternoon.<br><br>Then he turned that calm gaze to the girl, who was smirking and looking very pleased with herself. "Go sit your ass down, Chaosleader, and do your job." His voice went condescending. "Maybe if you're a really good girl at being bad, I'll give you the screaming hissy fit you're clearly fishing for."<br><br>Dismissing her as an annoyance and noting that the Sheriff was discretely watching the whole thing, Phil stalked to the exits, where he'd noticed one of the cheer hopefuls had slipped away. Normally that sort of thing would be Ellen's department, but her attention was elsewhere today and he was always game to help out a fellow coach.<br><br>Or a student that might need an ear.<br><br>"You okay there, son?"<br><br>The lad startled and turned to where Phil stood, arms crossed, expression neutral, but surprisingly calm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vain</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 17:06:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc415/TheValkryrieJessica/Stuff%20for%20David/45e020dd-bc37-4650-98f9-5b57d100398b.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>&nbsp; Christopher "Herc" James/Hercules<br><strong>Location:</strong> The track around the stadium/Ending in the Gym<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Running around the track, watching Cheerleading tryouts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Phil, Mim, Cheerleaders, Open<br><hr><br>Herc had finished running his 20th lap around the track when he noticed the time. ~<em>Shit! I'm late...Coach is gonna kill me</em>~ Rushing over to grab his backpack he cursed quietly to himself. Having planned on running at least 4 more laps he looked back at the track and frowned. "I'll see <em>you</em> later." It wasn't like coach shouldn't have expected this. When Herc got focused on something it was hard to snap him back to reality.<br><br>Seeing Phil talking to Athon outside Herc cringed. As he rushed passed Phil he gave a apologetic smile. "Sorry coach, I'm late...I know...You can have me run laps later." Not waiting to be any later he made his way into the gym and past the cheerleaders who he simple waved to them before going over and sitting in the bleachers. Having been in such a rush to get to the gym, Herc had completely forgotten to put a shirt on. Making his way over to the bleachers he only noticed it when he heard a friend of his from history class cat call him. <br><br>As he sat down a couple rows up on the bleachers, Mim moved down to sit in the row in front of him. "Oh hey Mim, did you get your history reading done? I haven't had a chance yet." Herc smiled at her then reached down into his bookbag and pulled out a 'Greek and Roman Mythology' text book. It was the mandatory reading materials for a history class the two students were in, and happened to be their homework assignment. After flipping threw a few pages Herc couldn't help but mumble to himself “Aries, God of War.” &nbsp;Shaking&nbsp; his head Herc chuckled and continued “Look at me! I have a pointy stick and a cape….FEAR ME!” Running his hand threw his hair before reading a couple more pages. <br><br>After he'd read about 3 more pages he looked down at Mim and paused for a minute. Scratching his head for a minute before getting a bright smile on his face. "You ever notice that Greek and Roman Mythology is like DC and Marvel comics.....Aqua man is like Poseidon....'Look at me! I talk to fish and have a trident.' And where exactly does Aquaman poop anyways?" He gave her a curious look before rustling through his bag for a couple bottles of water offering her one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampyre Valkyrie</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 18:21:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc415/TheValkryrieJessica/Mim/ff2d57dd-00b4-4897-ac31-3d83579a58e8.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Jemima ‘Mim’ Morgaine / Mad Madam Mim<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Tryouts<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Enjoying her afternoon, Causing Chaos<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cheerleaders(red text), Phil (brown text), Herc(blue text), Open<br><br>Listening as Isabella spoke to her Mim kept her smile on her face. "We need all the people we can get. The more the merrier. Heckler or no, we can still use someone who has great vocals. In a way our job is distraction and team spirit. I'm sure you'd be great with distraction." Nodding a little Mim scrunched up her face. "I don't know if it's my cup of tea. Plus I'm pretty sure my uncle would shit a brick if I joined the squad.....It's always 'education first my dear' with him."<br><br>After she'd opened her big mouth probably a little to much Mim smiled as Phil started talking to her. "Go sit your ass down, Chaosleader, and do your job...Maybe if you're a really good girl at being bad, I'll give you the screaming hissy fit you're clearly fishing for." Sighing Mim looked at Phil and grinned. "Yesir, Coach Sir." She gave a mock salute then looked back at the cheerleaders. "I'll be over in the stands trying not to get expelled if you need me." Flashing them all a 'winning smile' she made her way over to the bleachers and sat down.<br><br><hr><div align="center">After Herc Comes In</div><br>After seeing her overly sexy friend from history class walk in, in all of his glorious shirtless wonder, Mim gave a loud whistle. ~<em>Gods what I wouldn't give to corrupt that man</em>~ Seeing him wave at the cheerleaders and walk over to sit down, Mim made her way down to the row of bleachers in front of him. As he looked up at her he gave her a smile. "Oh hey Mim, did you get your history reading done? I haven't had a chance yet." Shaking her head she smiled at him as he reached into his bag and pulled out his Mythology book. "You know, you should really look into getting yourself a pet nerd. I hear they are great with that homework stuff." She chuckled for a moment before letting him start to read. The poor thing had probably been told he had to be there.<br><br>Hearing Herc mumble to himself about Aries, Mim nearly lossed it. ~<em>To fucking awesome</em>~ It wasn't until he looked up at her again and gave her probably the nicest smile she'd ever gotten from anyone that he started talking to her again. "You ever notice that Greek and Roman Mythology is like DC and Marvel comics.....Aqua man is like Poseidon....'Look at me! I talk to fish and have a trident.' And where exactly does Aquaman poop anyways?" Laughing a bit Mim shook her head and took the water bottle Herc handed her. "You very well might be your own nerd. And honestly I have no idea where he poops...In the water like a fish I guess. But like the great prophet Socrates says 'Wisdom begins in wonder.' So you are probably on the right track to finding out." As she looked down to open the bottle her hair fell into her face. Looking back up with the water bottle placed to her lips to take a drink she ran her finger through the front of her hair down to the back to get it out of her way. Looking back at him she smiled with an evil grin. "Oh, by the way...I probably pissed your coach off...so yeah...sorry about that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampyre Valkyrie</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 22:48:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc415/TheValkryrieJessica/Meg/6509c72a-df69-4fed-a19c-c765be04e8ff.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Megan "Meg" De Luca/Megara<br><strong>Location:</strong> The field then the gym<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Taking pictures<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br>Mention: Abe and the group from before, Mim, and Herc<br><br>After all the chaos started surrounding Abe, Meg quietly snuck off. It wasn't that she didn't care, she just didn't know the guy really well, and authority figures weren't really her thing. Making her way to the visitor side of the field Meg sat down on one of the benches over there and sighed. She really didn't want to be here, and her morning had been less then great. Lifting the camera up to take some pictures of the field she noticed someone running around the track through the lens. Pressing the zoom button she caught a glimpse of the handsome blonde jogging and couldn't help but let out a shaky sigh. ~<em>He's just to fucking hot</em>~ Clicking a picture of him she tilted her head to the side and smiled. <br><br>Sitting and clicking picture of the field every now and then Meg was starting to calm down. She'd been looking back every now and then at the handsome hunk running around the track, but as she looked back he was still going. ~<em>Jeez, he's like a super hero...I'll nickname him Wonder Boy</em>~ She was just about to get the nerve up to go talk to him when he looked like he'd realised something. He had stopped dead in his tracks before he dashed over to the bench on the home side of the field, grabbed his backpack, and rushed towards the gym like a bat out of hell. Sighing Meg rolled her eyes and mumbled quietly to herself. "Later Wonder Boy." Chuckling a little bit she smirked and picked up her bag, before heading to the gym. ~<em>At least I'll have some eye candy in there...Today is starting to look like it might not suck after all</em>~<br><br>As she made her way towards the gym Meg spotted something on the ground. Glistening in the grass were a pair of golden coins. Bending over to pick them up she crinkled her nose as she looked at them. They were obviously old...and Greek in origin. The skeleton guy on the back of them in a boat gave that away. ~<em>Woo hoo, ferry to hell</em>~ As she flipped them over she found herself entranced by the male face on the other side. It was like she knew him from somewhere. Chuckling a bit she slipped them into her purse and shook her head. "It's not like you haven't seen pictures of ancient coins before Meg." She sighed again then made her way into the gym waving at Coach Phil as she passed him before walking inside.<br><br>Seeing 'wonder boy' sitting on the bleachers she smirked and made her way over, plopping down a few feet down from him and the purple haired girl. Pulling out her camera she started to take more pictures, this time of the cheerleaders trying out. She was going to make sure she had all the pictures she needed so she could focus on the interviews she had to do later. Part of her was hoping she could convince the good looking jock down the bench from her into talking to her, and the other part of her thought she was stupid. Whatever this feeling in her gut was though, she wasn't able to shake it, and that made her a little uneasy.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 22:14:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Gil_zps134f8320.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Abe Casey/ O'Malley, 'Aristocats'<br><strong>Location</strong>: gym<br><strong>Doing</strong>: goofing off<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Herc and Mim, OPEN<br><br>"We're used to Coach Phil's temper," Abe offered to the conversation behind him, smiling over his shoulder at the sassy woman with the wild hair and his quarterback. The oddity of what Herc was saying hardly phased the fullback, as he dealt with the man pretty much daily. Pep talks got a little weird, but one learned to speak the language pretty quickly.<br><br>"So, then he washes his hands in a sink hole?"<br><br>It was a stupid joke and Abe was expecting stereo 'wtf' but was perverse enough to try again.<br><br>"He has to remember to change his filter? And how would an underwater toilet even work anyway?"<br><br>Really, he must be more messed up than he had thought....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 23:59:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/936full-alex-evans-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Athon Finn / Flounder<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Sidelines/Stadium<br><strong>Doing</strong>: Tryouts.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Phil, Open<br><hr>A short portly man, who he had come to figure out was the football coach approached him and asked if he was okay.&nbsp; <strong>"Yea.. I'm fine.&nbsp; I just don't know if I am cut out for that particular kind of school spirit.&nbsp; Maybe I should see about a gymnastics program."</strong>&nbsp; Athon ruffled his hair and breathed trying to decide on what to do.&nbsp; Arella had told him of the opportunity, and they could hang out more, but was it worth it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vain</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 19:45:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc415/TheValkryrieJessica/Stuff%20for%20David/45e020dd-bc37-4650-98f9-5b57d100398b.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>&nbsp; Christopher "Herc" James/Hercules<br><strong>Location:</strong> The track around the stadium/Ending in the Gym<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Running around the track, watching Cheerleading tryouts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mim(purple), Abe(red), Meg, Cheerleaders, Open<br><hr><br>"You know, you should really look into getting yourself a pet nerd. I hear they are great with that homework stuff." Letting out a laugh Herc shook his head. "Leave it to you to want minions." As Herc and Mim sat together and held their conversation it became obvious that her oddness didn't really phase him. Once she said he might be his own nerd Herc shook his head. "Not a nerd, just well versed in various subjects Mim. Being the most popular guy on campus takes work you know." He let out a laugh. He wasn't really that concited, he just liked to play on the quarterback stereotype.<br><br>Herc ran his hand through his hair as he listened when Mim mentioned Coach. "Oh, by the way...I probably pissed your coach off...so yeah...sorry about that." Chuckling Herc shook his head. "Not a difficult task there Mim...Let me know when you piss off someone more impressive. He smiled at her as he heard the voice of his fullback. "We're used to Coach Phil's temper." Laughing Herc nodded. "He's not wrong..." Looking up at Abe Herc smiled. "I ran 20 laps this afternoon just so if I got in trouble I had part of my laps done already." Looking over towards Meg, who he'd seen outside taking pictures, he smiled. "You got proof on that camera I was running laps right? May need it when I get myself in trouble."<br><br>Herc turned his attention back to Abe as he mentioned the conversation from earlier. "So, then he washes his hands in a sink hole? He has to remember to change his filter? And how would an underwater toilet even work anyway?" Laughing and shaking his head Herc shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine man." Herc smiled and took a drink of his water. "Let me tell ya something number 38, I don't go on tangents. My mind works in 5th gear and my mouth runs in 3rd just trying to keep up. It's why we were on the topic of Aquaman to begin with...." Realising he hadn't finished that conversation yet, Herc jumped back into it. "Now back to Aquaman. I believe that the toilets in Atlantis shoot the poop back onto land. That's why you see a lot of plants on the shore. It's like fertilizer. I'm no Attention plummer, but that's my guess."<br><br>Smiling at Mim who'd started chuckling and took a drink and contined. "Now, to dig into the mind of Auqaman, we must first judge the character of his friends." With a smirk on his face her scratched the side of his neck before going on. "First there is the billionaire in bondage gear who forces his young male ward to wear pansy red booties. Those things are just stupid. Next, there is an Amazonian Queen who flies and invisible jet. Can either of you tell me how she finds it? Is that a demi god power? She is the daughter of a Greek god after all." Pausing for a moment to take a break Herc chuckled. "And finally....Aquaman's 'boss' is a man who wears blue tights with red panties on the outside of them, and a bright red cape. And the guy calls himself Superman. If that isn't a cry for attention I don't know what is." Nodding with pride at his rant Herc smiled wide. "In conclusion....Super heroes are kinda screwed in the head aren't they?"<br><br>Taking another drink of water before stretching Herc smiled and looked at Abe. "Okay, so I guess I do go on tangents, but this inquiring mind wants to know." Stopping as something catches his eye he looks over at the cheerleaders. "Number 38, look over there...We have aspiring youthful young ladies trying out to simply cheer for us. I believe it is our responsibility to let each and every one of them know how much we appreciate it." Standing up Herc looks over to the cheerleaders and speaks loudly enough to get their attention. "Ladies....Ladies...Over here." Getting a handsomely rugged grin on his face Herc smiled at each of the girls. "As captain of the football team, and on the behalf of my teammates, we could like to say thank you for all of the hard work you ladies...and dudes, are putting forth. And on a side note, if any of you ladies need help stretching, feel free to talk to Abe here or myself. We'd be happy to help...And for you fellas on the squad, Mim over here might be able to help you guys out."<br><br>Sitting back down next to Abe and Mim Herc just started to smile wide. Picking up his book and placing it back in his backpack he looked between the two of them. "I should get ready to go run laps...if Coach hears about that he's going to kill me." Looking over to Meg he smiled. "We'll talk about that interview later. I know you want one. It's written all over your face." Stealing pen Mim had been writing on the bleachers with he walked over to Meg and wrote his number on her arm. "Call and we can set up something."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampyre Valkyrie</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 20:17:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc415/TheValkryrieJessica/Mim/ff2d57dd-00b4-4897-ac31-3d83579a58e8.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Jemima ‘Mim’ Morgaine / Mad Madam Mim<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Tryouts<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Enjoying her afternoon, Causing Chaos<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Herc(blue text), Abe(red text), Open<br><br>Mim smiled proudly has Herc teased her about wanting minions. "Who doesn't want minions? Seriously...you have an entire team of minions Mr. Captain of the football team." Chuckling a little she took another sip of water and almost choked at his defence against being a nerd. "Not a nerd, just well versed in various subjects Mim. Being the most popular guy on campus takes work you know." &nbsp;Shuddering Mim cringed. "I think I just vomited in my mouth a little. To much work to have friends...You are my friend, and all I had to do was share notes with you last week."<br><br>Herc's responce to Mim's warning she pissed off Coach Phil made her laugh. "Not a difficult task there Mim...Let me know when you piss off someone more impressive." Mim scoffed at Herc's responce and gave an evil grin. "Challenge Accepted." It was with that Mim heard a voice coming from in front of her and Herc. "We're used to Coach Phil's temper." Mim chuckled and smiled at the redhead. "Mr. Weasley so nice of you to join us." She smirked a little. <br><br>As Herc started to talk to Abe Mim just sat back and enjoyed the ride. The man's mind worked in a chaotic way, and she found it fun to listen to him talk. As he looked over at the girl sitting down the benches a way and started speaking to her Mim just smirked. ~<em>Just another way to get her number...Nice Herc</em>~ At the conclusion of his speech about super heroes Mim let out a loud burst of laughter. "Screwed in the head is an understatement. Fucked out of their gourds would be how I would say it." <br><br>As he admitted he went on tangents Mim smiled. ~<em>Admitting you have a problem is half the battle</em>~ Mim chuckled to herself then looked at Abe. He looked tired, and a little mentally drained. As she noticed that Herc was up and out of his seat getting the cheerleaders attention. &nbsp;"As captain of the football team, and on the behalf of my teammates, we could like to say thank you for all of the hard work you ladies...and dudes, are putting forth. And on a side note, if any of you ladies need help stretching, feel free to talk to Abe here or myself. We'd be happy to help...And for you fellas on the squad, Mim over here might be able to help you guys out." With a devious smile on her face Mim waved to the guys on the squad and winked at Peter. "What he said."<br><br>As Herc sat back down and started packing his bag Mim chuckled. She knew what he was doing before he had to say anything. &nbsp;"I should get ready to go run laps...if Coach hears about that he's going to kill me." &nbsp;Laughing Mim shook her head and looked at Herc. "He's a angry little man." As Herc stole her pen and walked over to give Meg his number Mim looked at Abe. "Hey! Normally I wouldn't give a shit, because I don't know you...but you are friends with Herc, so I should try to play nice. You feeling okay?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampyre Valkyrie</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 20:40:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc415/TheValkryrieJessica/Meg/6509c72a-df69-4fed-a19c-c765be04e8ff.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Megan "Meg" De Luca/Megara<br><strong>Location:</strong> The field then the gym<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Taking pictures<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Herc, Open<br><br>Meg had pretty much zoned out until she heard a voice talking in her direction. "You got proof on that camera I was running laps right? May need it when I get myself in trouble." Looking over to see where the voice came from she started smiling softly. ~<em>What in the name of Hades is wrong with you</em>~&nbsp; Realizing the goofy fucking face she was making Meg turned her smile to a smirk. "Yeah Wonder Boy, I should be able to come up with something. I should get back to work though...These pictures aren't going to take themselves." She smiled again then placed the camera back up to her face and started taking more pictures. Being burned by guys before, Meg didn't like the feeling she got when she looked at Herc. She was almost drawn to him, like a moth to a flame, and it scared the shit out of her.<br><br>As she continued to take pictures and make notes for her assignment she couldn't help but overhear the conversation going on next to her. ~<em>Wonder Boy is kind of a spazz when he's not on the field.</em>~ She smirked to herself and kept taking pictures. It was only when he addressed the cheerleaders that she really started to take notice. "And on a side note, if any of you ladies need help stretching, feel free to talk to Abe here or myself. We'd be happy to help..." That last bit was what caught her attention. ~<em>Maybe it wouldn't kill me to join the cheerleading...Oh my gods what is wrong with me</em>~ Meg closed her eyes and shook it off again. Her plan was short lived though. As she'd finally shook the feelings after taking a few more pictures, she heard Herc talking to her again. "We'll talk about that interview later. I know you want one. It's written all over your face." ~<em>How did he?...Oh nevermind</em>~ After watching him steal a pen from the purple haired girl Herc started to walk towards Meg. She felt her breath catch in her chest and her heart start beeting faster. Putting her camera down she looked up at him and raised an eyebrow as he grabbed her arm and scribbled on it. "Call and we can set up something." Letting out a single chuckle Meg nodded. "Sure thing Wonder Boy." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>02-08-2013, 07:34:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Phil Satyrios <br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; outside the gym<br><strong>Doing</strong>:&nbsp; pep talk!<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Athon<br><br>Some of what made Phil an excellent coach when to use what motivation. This kid just seemed like he needed a little pep talk. He could do that.<br><br>"When you've been a teacher as long as I have, kid, you pick up a lot of platitudes. A favorite of mine is: 'an obstacle is an opportunity'."<br><br>He didn't look right at the lad, but instead over the green, elegant campus. That gave the younger man some psychological privacy.<br><br>"The real question for you is, what is it about the Cheer Squad that appealed to you? The school spirit or the athleticism? Some of what it takes to be a good coach isn't the obvious things. Sometimes it's not just working with the athletes and students you already have, but encouraging those that want to participate. On that note, if you'd like to try and find a niche for either, come see me or Coach Ellen on a less chaotic day."<br><br>His peace said, Phil returned to the gym to watch over his team with a critical eye.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>02-08-2013, 07:40:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/936full-alex-evans-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Athon Finn / Flounder<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Sidelines/Stadium<br><strong>Doing</strong>: Tryouts.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Phil, Open<br><hr>As Phil began on his pep talk, Athon listened intensely.&nbsp; Was it the school spirit that appealed to him... not particularly.&nbsp; He just liked to be a bit of a gymnast.&nbsp; That and he loved to swim.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Uh thanks coach.. I think I have made my choice."</strong>&nbsp; And as the coach walked ahead to watch the field, Athon turned to walk back up the campus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>02-08-2013, 07:48:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.taaz.com/images/BBF5B9133A89F04C1ACD312914661549.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Molly Fischer/ Maleficent<br><strong>Location</strong>: Stadium<br><strong>Doing</strong>: Watching<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br><hr>Her heels clicked against the ground as she walked to watch the cheer tryouts.&nbsp; She had come only to quietly observe, fulfilling her job as headmistress.&nbsp; She watched as, Athon, she thought his name was rushed past her.&nbsp; It seemed like something was wrong.&nbsp; Marvelous.&nbsp; She liked all that was dark and brooding and if a student wasn't enjoying themselves it brought a smile to her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>02-08-2013, 08:35:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Lightning_zps9b7c71c9.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Peter Jove/ Lightning McQueen<br><strong>Location</strong>: Gym<br><strong>Doing</strong>:&nbsp; Going after Athon<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Athon<br><br>As the cheer-ladies, and guys, got the crowd going, Peter looked around, noticing Athon's exit. A smile came on his lips before he handed off the mic to Melissa and bounded after him. His long legs catching him up just as coach Phil was entering the gym. <strong>"Hey!"</strong> he called out, <strong>"Wait up."</strong> His eyes wandered over the other guy a moment. <strong>"How's it goin?"</strong> He asked, panting lightly from the sprint. His dark eyes were bright, inviting as he awaited the answer. <strong>"You're Arella's friend right? Athon?"</strong> he flashed a smile, his back already getting him for exerting himself. Yeah, that he'd pay for later; hell he was paying for it now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Stadium and athletic areas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 02:23:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/936full-alex-evans-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Athon Finn / Flounder<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Sidelines/Stadium<br><strong>Doing</strong>: Tryouts.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Phil, Open<br><hr>As Athon pushed on the bar to open the door to the exit, he heard someone shout.&nbsp; It wasn't the regular shouting from the cheerleaders, but a man.&nbsp; He was pretty cute, but no doubt being a tough guy from the football team, his sexuality was one that wouldn't match Athon's own.&nbsp; It certainly wasn't any trouble, but Athon was kindhearted to even those, who reminded him of the jocks in high school.&nbsp; <br><br>As the guy talked again he nodded.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm... so-so. how about you?"</strong>&nbsp; He then asked about his friendship with Arella.&nbsp; <strong>"Yea, we go way back... what's your name?&nbsp; I feel like I know it but maybe not."</strong>&nbsp; The guy gave a smile with a twinge of pain and Athon spoke up.&nbsp; <strong>"Are you okay?"</strong>
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