[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] Crash Site- Seattle, Washington 
[b][color=00a99d]Interacting With:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr][hr]	Scott spotted a pair of gingers out of the corner of his eye, but he decided to ignore them. Seattle was a large city, filled with tons of people. There was no reason why someone else wouldn't come to gawk at the scene of the crash. Of course, he knew that his reason was likely better than whatever one the gingers had. He shifted his weight before smiling widely at Gideon, waiting until the officers were out of earshot. [color=00a99d]"PCP? Weed? Cocaine? LSD? Which was it?"[/color] Scott began. [color=00a99d]"Were you on anything, bud? Because if you were, then this is a waste of my time and yours."[/color]

	  [color=00a99d]"But if you [i]were[/i] sober, then I have some questions for you,"[/color] Scott continued. [color=00a99d]"You told the cops that someone appeared in your car out of nowhere. Did you see a girl die last night in Philly, like it was a fucking Saw remake?"[/color] Scott inquired. If he was right - and he was pretty sure he was - then there was another person just like him in Seattle. [color=00a99d]"Now, I don't mean watching snuff films or anything like that - I mean being physically here and mentally there, watching the girl get slaughtered. Did that happen to you?"[/color]