Arty had just come to the conclusion that he would head the gym, better than just wandering about this campus until he had to head to work. He had been slacking a bit lately since he was getting kind of tired of having to drag poor Joey into the ring, that and the next tournament wasn't until another month or so. The ginger haired man stretched and let out a low sigh, it being more of a rumble coming from the back of his throat. [color=00a651][b]"Maybe I'll just use the bench today."[/b][/color] Arty spoke aloud as he rolled his neck, a series of loud cracks sounding off as he did so. He then fished out his wallet, it had a emerald green clover embroidered on the side with the words [i]Lets Sham[u]ROCK[/u][/i] writen under it, and pulled out a bus pass that was tucked away in one of its many pockets. [color=00a651][b]"I should really get my own car."[/b][/color] He said with a chuckle and a shake of his head. He was about to set out when he heard a voice address him.

Arty turned his gaze down to his side to find a man standing there, he looked like he was a few years older than himself. It only took a moment for Arty to realize that he recognized this guy from his cooking class. He looked down to his newly burned hand and chuckled. [color=00a651][b]"Ay mate, was quite the [I]hot[/I] show yeah?"[/b][/color] Arty said with a rather cheesy grin at his own horrid joke. He then out stretched his unbandaged hand towards the man who just spoke to him. [color=00a651][b]"Names Arty mate, nice to finally meet yo'."[/b][/color]