[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, Janelle[/center][hr][hr]	Scott continued to stare at Olivia, wishing that she'd just disappear - and then she did. He was alone again in his apartment and he let out a huffy breath. He didn't care that Olivia didn't trust him and he grabbed his glass of water, the glass shattering in his hand as he gripped it too tightly. As much as he didn't want to give a fuck about any of this, he didn't want that little girl to get hurt. [color=00a99d]"God fucking damn it..."[/color] Scott muttered. He ran some hot water over his hand and grabbed a towel, before he grabbed his phone and dialed Janelle's number.

	He hoped that she answered and not her annoying brother. But at any rate, the least he could do is tell the blind sweetheart that someone was apparently trying to kill their kind. He hated think of that - [i]their kind.[/i] It felt incredibly othering and contrary to the truth - that the universe was getting bored and decided to spice things up a bit in their lives. His telekinesis wasn't a gift or a curse - it just [i]was.[/i] [color=00a99d]"Janelle? It's Scott. You're in danger, kiddo,"[/color] he said into the phone.