[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] Jace, Janelle, and Cynthia[/center][hr][hr]	Scott laughed, looking at Cynthia. She was asking him what [i]he[/i] suggested? His first suggestion would have been to forget each other's faces and go back to their lives. Of course, given how boring and uneventful their lives likely were - they couldn't all be mercs - he'd then recommend a hearty dose of alcoholism. But the Ginger Girl? He'd tell her to go to college. And stay away from the armed forces. Make something out of her life. She deserved it - he could tell. 

	[color=00a99d]"Nothing. I say we do absolutely shit,"[/color] Scott suggested. [color=00a99d]"Look, I love crazy plans as much as the next guy, but we don't even have one of those. We aren't even a we, yet. We're just a bunch of freaks who met up in this goddamn pie shop or whatever it is."[/color] He huffed, contemplating leaving himself. [color=00a99d]"Best case scenario, we die and none of this stuff is responsible for it."[/color]