[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]"Hell, I've got plenty of friends, princess!"[/color] Scott interjected. [color=00a99d]"Betty, Supernova, Little Red, Wanda, Peach, Sparky, Vanessa, Charlie, and Princess,"[/color] he listed off, ticking his fingers with each one. Of course, he wasn't referring to real people. No, those were the names of his [i]guns.[/i] They all had names and personalities and he preferred their company greatly over anyone he had met so far that day. They all kept on sounding like a group from a YA sci-fi movie and that [i]wasn't[/i] what they were. He wasn't here to make friends and they certainly were [i]not[/i] all in this together. 

	He let Gideon punch him, smirking at the boy as he left the shop. It was always nice to get a little rise out of someone after a hard day. He was convinced his day had peaked that morning, when he woke up in bed with the lovely Jade. [color=00a99d]"And Ginger's right - we got shit to work on. A face is nothing. Not like any of us are aspiring sketch artists and even if we were, how the hell do you accurately describe a face? Even a name isn't much. Go on Facebook and there's a shit ton of any name you enter. Honestly, we're best just forgetting this all happened."[/color]