[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=00a99d]Scott Rydzynski[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/254eb4eaebfa60d7088b6e028792731b/tumblr_oaef08DCHX1sj8jevo2_r2_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00a99d]Location:[/color][/b] Heading to Pike's Place - Seattle, Washington 
[b][color=00a99d]Interacting With:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr][hr]	Scott stopped in his tracks, taking a moment to view the crash scene. Unlike cities like Chicago where the driving was insane, Seattle drivers tended to be relatively safe and cautious. Everyone used their blinkers, merges were polite, and so forth. It was, in his opinion, a symptom of their close proximity to Canada. He crossed his arms, wondering what tourist decided to come and crash their car in the heart of Seattle's downtown district. Scott supposed they were lucky they hadn't been down by the water - otherwise, the car would be slowly sinking to the bottom of the Sound by now. 	

	[color=00a99d]"Son of a bitch..."[/color] Scott muttered under his breath, picking up a few choice details that the driver was divulging with the cops. Someone had appeared out of nowhere while he was driving, then? There were a few more coincidences there than he felt comfortable with. He himself had popped up in front of two girls already - sounds like this redhead could do something similar. And if pie shop girl also had some sort of power, then maybe there was something that connected them, somehow. 

	He gave a low whistle before he stalked his way over to the scene of the crime. [color=00a99d]"Afternoon, ladies,"[/color] Scott greeted. [color=00a99d]"When you're done with him, I'd like to talk to him. Got some business to take care of with him,"[/color] Scott said. He then smiled like the cat that ate the canary.