Ryan smiled as he took off his motorcycle helmet. He parked his motorcycle and grinned at all the people who were staring. "Screw you, I've got a license." He said with a wide grin as he got off. Ryan cracked his neck and pushed through the crowd. He looked at the schedule he got and his grin shrunk slightly. These classes were so pointless. "God damn, a mandatory Physical Training? That's so stupid. I don't need to get in shape, I am in shape." He grumbled as he walked to his class. He probably should've showed up for the introduction or whatever, but he didn't feel like dealing with his dad quite yet. "Freaking jackass. Deadpool, more like Deadbeat." Ryan chuckled at his own joke. He walked to his dorm and kicked open the door to his room. "At least they set up my stuff for me." Ryan looked at his "workshop" and made sure everything was in place. He frowned when he couldn't find that grenade he had been working on. "If they took it I'm going to be pissed." Little did he know it was in his jacket pocket. "Whatever, this place isn't too bad all in all." He said while walking out the door. He waded through the crowds and made it outside to the entrance. He decided to sit on a tree branch and wait for someone he found interesting.