[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] Janelle[/center][hr][hr]	Scott heard Jason call him an idiot and he frowned, glaring at the wall as if his glare would be telepathically communicated to Jason across space and time. He was beginning to regret telling Janelle that she could bring her brother to hole up at his place too. He figured Jason would be a dumbass and decide to play with one of his guns - and if Jason touched [i]any of his guns[/i], realistically, he'd be dead. But still. Worst case scenario thoughts were coming to mind. 

	[color=00a99d]"...I'll meet ya two at Golden Age,"[/color] Scott told them. He was feeling a bit paranoid and uneasy. Golden Age was a comic book store beloved by the locals and located in the underground levels of Pikes Place Market - not too far away from his apartment. He didn't think the kids would be able to both fit on his bike, but he'd figure something out. [color=00a99d]"Oh and tell ya brother that if I was the one responsible, I wouldn't be dragging kids into this. No kids. That's my fucking line in the sand."[/color]