[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 --> Pike's Place - Seattle, Washington 
[b][color=00a99d]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Isley and the Kids[/center][hr][hr]	It wasn't too long of a trip from his place to Pike's Place. The familiar scent of lobster and salmon filled the air and he took it all in. Fresh air was nice - he often forgot how much he enjoyed it - but when it was tainted with fresh seafood? It just got to be repulsive. He glanced to his right on the slope, seeing the line outside of the first ever Starbucks. He could have sworn there was never [i]not[/i] a line there. It made him want to shout to everyone over there that believe it or not, the coffee tasted the same no matter which Starbucks it was purchased from. He then looked to his left and let out a sigh. 

	This was going to take some emotional growth, wasn't it?	

	He kept his hands out of his pockets, just in case anyone came up and tried to murder him. With the way his day was going, he wouldn't have been too surprised. He walked down into the market itself, taking the ramp and avoiding getting hit with any of the seafood deals of the day. Honestly, what was it with them and throwing fish around?! Eventually, he spotted the people he was looking for - and he instantly glared. What the hell was Isley doing here?! He wasn't here to protect the entire goddamn world?!

	[color=00a99d]"Okay princesses, time to get to my castle,"[/color] Scott said as he approached the group. [color=00a99d]"And we have a guest. He's a fucking nerd but knows something about all of us. I figured I'd kill him after we get the information we need."[/color]