[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]	[color=00a99d]"Yeah, like you'd be the first medical examiner in history to commit murder - and last I checked, medical examiners [i]don't[/i] get access to each other's information that quickly and easily,"[/color] Scott said. The more he talked to Olivia, the less he trusted her. Everything she said seemed to be a purely circumstantial alibi. And the more they talked, the less he wanted to go anywhere [i]near[/i] any location that she suggested. [color=00a99d]"And what does any fucked up killer have to gain? Your healing factor is all the more reason to suspect you - you'll win any fight since you can out heal them."[/color]

	He stared at her for a moment, before getting himself yet another glass of water. He was perpetually thirsty and he preferred to glare at her while drinking water, as if that would somehow get her out of his head and out of his apartment. When she accused him of being the killer, Scott shrugged a bit, setting down the glass before he could drink any water. His liver was thankful it wasn't more booze. [color=00a99d]"Bitch, I might be,"[/color] he agreed. [color=00a99d]"And trust me, if I was the killer, I'd start with the twink."[/color]