Closed Lose Control

[Wyatt Finch]

Wyatt had just finished with his appointment at St Mungo's and was now walking through Obsidian Harbour somewhat aimlessly. He found himself window shopping but he primarily felt out of place here as it had been sometime since he had spent any extra time walking around the Harbour. Feeling a touch out of sorts had happened since he decided to move to New Zealand. He was constantly questioning the reason he had done this, it wasn't as if Stella stuck around New Zealand as far as he knew and it wasn't as if he would run into Marisol and have her happy to see him as it had been a fairly disastrous end on his part. Wyatt knew he always felt a little apocalyptic after his Healer appointments so some of this was expected but he started to feel some trepidation towards his choices. The man had gotten so worked up into his own thoughts that he had his head down and was not paying any attention as to what was happening around him.

As Wyatt was walking, clearly some kid had noted that he was in his own world and stuck their foot out to trip him which worked pretty spectacularly for him because he stumbled and in trying to stop himself from falling face first in front of him he practically bulldozed some poor unsuspecting person that had been walking in front of him. Wyatt stabilized himself as quickly as he could so he could take his hands off of his person's shoulder and other arm because he didn't make a habit of touching strangers if he could avoid it. He stood back up and before he went to apologize he looked back to see if he had tripped on a rock or something and saw two kids snickering. Wyatt rolled his eyes and laughed a little at himself because he knew when he was their age he probably would've done the same thing. In his youth Wyatt had been a little disruptive to say the least and had only needed encouragement to do real damage. When he looked back at the person who had shielded him from a fall he said, "Uh thanks for that." ​

 

[Dorothy Nash]

Dot had gone out for some groceries, thinking on the turns her life had been taking. She'd been... talking, to Daintree. There had been the dinner party, after they'd meet at her book reading. But there was still doubt in her mind. Daintree was rich, handsome, charming. And Dot... was a lot of things that weren't really appealing. She wasn't paying attention, just walking with a bag of groceries in her arm. When out of nowhere, someone had run into her. She yelped, but held still, doing her best to support him. Even though her groceries had fallen. Once the man had straightened, she gave him a shy smile. "Oh, um, i-it's alright," She soothed him, before dropping down to pick up her groceries and put them back into the brown paper bag- thankfully nothing had torn or broken. "Are you alright?" She questioned, peeking up at him a moment before going back to her task.