[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]	[color=00a99d]"I'm flattered you spend so much time thinking about my voice, buttercup. Guess it must really turn ya on, huh?"[/color] Scott quipped. [color=00a99d]"And I'm here because I've decided to be here, just to see if any of you tools had any info on what the hell is going on with us. But I guess you don't have anything so I'm wasting my time."[/color] He glared at them, before he wrote down his number and slid it over to Janelle. He figured her brother could read it to her. [color=00a99d]"Ginger Girl can have my number. Rest of you, I'll just call the hospital and let them to know to expect you."[/color]

	And while people kept on pretending they had a plan, all Scott heard was exchanging phone numbers. He hardly called that a plan. This was a college icebreaking, a group getting together to form pen pals. It wasn't anything beyond that and he hated that people were pretending otherwise. Maybe he'd be better off just leaving and going back to his normal life. It at least made sense and plans were actually plans, not just entering in phone contacts.