[hr][color=firebrick][h1]Titus MacArthur[/h1][/color][hr] 

Titus opened his mouth to respond, but Diego cut him off with his music. It was a pretty song, certainly something Titus would want to learn were his fingers not the size of bratwursts. He sat in waiting, looking around the room and meeting eyes with every guy he saw. All of them looked away immediately. As far as the girls went, he looked at...other parts of their bodies. They turned away too. Just like they always did. He sighed gruffly and scratched his beard. Titus always wondered why women around the school always found him so...unappealing. Didn't girls like guys who were really muscular? Was it the flannel? Was it just too much lumberjack? Oh, god dammit why did he have to have red hair! That's what it was! Girls hate gingers! The girls he was able to befriend weren't his kind of people anyways. Cass was kind of cute, but for some reason Titus found her to be extremely mistrustful, like if they were in bed she'd stab him and steal his wallet. Finally, the music ended and he, as well as several other people in the room, clapped. 

"Nice job." Titus said "I haven't ever been able to play guitar, but I used to play bass some. I didn't really like it, though; it didn't have enough of a presence on the stage, know what I mean?" Just like everyone else in the group, Titus ran out of ideas of things to do. Naturally, he thought of fighting, something that he knew he was good at (though no one else did). He relaxed his muscles some to look slightly less intimidating. "So anyways, I was just about to head over to the arena for some training." he continued "Why don't you guys join me? It's more fun training with a group, afterall."