[center][h2][color=7ea7d8]---Ryan Beefey---[/color][/h2][/center]
[color=7ea7d8]"Oi s***bags! Get moving! I'm going to have to seriously kick your asses if you don't!"[/color] Ryan's voice resounded through 'The hideout'. Doing his morning rounds through The hideout, he'd usually find some of his gangmembers that needed to be kicked out, this morning was no difference. Literally kicking someone out of bed, he scoffed. [color=7ea7d8]"Do you really want to try me out? Get. Moving!"[/color]

After having kicked everyone out he went off himself. The university was a good ways away from The hideout, so he'd have to keep a good pace. Last to leave he hurried off, if he'd be late because of these slackers some serious punishment would be required. While usually he tried to lead calmly and peacefully, he needed to apply the iron fist every morning if he wanted to get any results. With a sigh Ryan moved on, he was probably going to need to properly "educate" them either way. 

Passing through the schoolgates fairly on time, Ryan was caught in a maelstrom of students. Not feeling like being trampled, he rudely pushed his way out of the crowd, receiving several 'Hey!'s and 'Watch it!'s. To these he would either not respond, or respond with something akin to [color=7ea7d8]"**** off."[/color]
Definitely not a good first impression.

Deciding he wanted some alone time, he headed for the first open classroom. He stepped inside, no one was there yet, perfect. Sitting down in an open window, Ryan got comfortable. Classes shouldn't be starting for a while yet, so he took some time to unwind and mentally prepare for classes.