[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] Trevor[/center][hr][hr]	Scott stared at Trevor, trying to figure out how the hell he knew all of this stuff about him. He hadn't reported seeing other people. The illness - well, his friend Chloe had taken care of him. So how did Trevor find out about it? He would have crossed his arms if he wasn't busy threatening the little man with a gun. [color=00a99d]"That sounds like batshit crazy ramblings,"[/color] Scott told Trevor point blank. He wanted to kill Trevor to make a point now. But he needed to know how Trevor found out these things about him. 

	[color=00a99d]"What makes you think any of this is true?"[/color] Scott asked. [color=00a99d]"Since if you ask me, it sounds like a really bad Star Wars fan story or some shit."[/color] Scott wasn't really sure if he had used an appropriate movie to make his point, but he didn't care. He was angry, cranky from having been visited by cops and the medical examiner, and someone might be out there trying to kill an innocent kid. As far as crappy days went, this was shaking up to be a real contender in the Rydzynski Book of Records.