[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=00a99d]Scott Rydzynski[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/66ca263a174d20e9b4de884f84c9ee25/tumblr_ntu7xcs6s61qhbroxo2_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00a99d]Location:[/color][/b] A Pastry Shop - Seattle, Washington 
[b][color=00a99d]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Gideon, Jace, Janelle, Isley, and Cynthia[/center][hr][hr]	Scott took in a deep breath. He counted to ten in English from 1-10 and then he counted down in Russian. He thought about things in the world that made him happy. He then let out the breath and shook his head. [color=00a99d]"Nope, I'm still angry as shit,"[/color] he announced, looking around the table. Everyone was talking about coming up with a plan - a plan for what? They didn't have any sort of idea what was going on and that was Rule One in Plan School, as far as Scott was concerned. 

	[color=00a99d]"Look, kids, we don't even know what we'd be planning [i]about[/i]!"[/color] Scott pointed out. [color=00a99d]"Unless one of you suddenly is psychic and knows what the hell is going on, there's nothing to plan! We're all just better off agreeing to keep our traps shut about this - that way we don't end up as someone's science project!"[/color] he snapped. [color=00a99d]"And honestly, if we witness another murder? Whatever. I don't really give a shit about any of you - maybe Ginger Girl, but that's it. The rest of you can go to hell and I wouldn't shed a single tear. Not a single fuck would be given."[/color]