[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=00a99d]Scott Rydzynski[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/293bebeaa3fd1551baba10b2edbd113c/tumblr_okhufmr6lU1qdhps7o3_r1_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00a99d]Location:[/color][/b] His Apartment - Seattle, Washington 
[b][color=00a99d]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Olivia[/center][hr][hr]	Scott noticed the face she was giving him when he said Seattle - and given that she had to ask where they were, he was guessing that she wasn't from this part of the country. While it struck Olivia as weird, Scott didn't find it to be so. He had watched a girl get murdered across the country in one of his dreams. Alaska Airlines seemed to be sponsoring all of this craziness. [color=00a99d]"Got it, Blondie,"[/color] he said with a smirk. 

	He didn't think she could do anything to him - could someone that wasn't actually there smack him? He doubted it. And if it was possible, at least she didn't look to be holding a ghostly gun to shoot him with. [color=00a99d]"And yeah, guess you can say I'm telekinetic,"[/color] he answered, taking another sip of his water. [color=00a99d]"Guessing you got super sick, blew chunks, and then grew those chunks back?"[/color] he chuckled.