Strolling on the Sidewalks (OPEN)

Harrison wasn't exactly thrilled about the seesawing prices in the real estate market. Even though his own property held steady, the opposite could be said about the other homes that ended up being sold by their owners or foreclosed as their value in collateral loans plummeted. Whatever the case, the man didn't think that the economic recession would go away or lessen its impact.

As he browsed the houses while walking along the sidewalk, Harrison had to admit that the place was nice and quiet today. Some children and their parents were outdoors, intending to enjoy the day without much worry. Then again, the magical extremists that had been striking various areas of the British Isles was something that kept Harrison concerned. But despite that, he figured that trying to enjoy the day was a lot better as it may just be the last time that true peace could ever be brought to reality.

Tyler walked down the street looking between the small scrap of paper and the house numbers around him. He was supposed to meet someone, somewhere... only he was having trouble finding the house.

What else was new? Directions weren't his best thing.

At least the young man didn't mind so much - the engagment was more 'casual' than anything else, so if he showed up late or not at all the end results weren't going to be too aweful.

It was as Ty held up the paper again to look at his poorly sketched map that a gust of wind came and swept it out of his hand.

"Hey!" he yelled suddenly as he watched his directions blow away, "I a-need that!"

Harrison thought he heard someone yell before seeing an unknown man up ahead and a scrapof paper flying away from him. With a windy day like this, a better grip was needed when it came to such surprises. As he walked onwards nonchalantly with his hands in his coat, Harrison focused his sight on the flying scrap of paper before telekinetically yanking it out of the wind such that it hit a fence before sliding to the grass.

He continued onwards, very much ignorant to people other than the houses on the street.

Tyler - slightly belatedly he would admit - ran after his paper, and was quite surpressed when it seemed to suddenly swift out of the air, and hit a fense/

"Well will you look at that," he drawled as he went over and picked up the map from where it feel, "It must a-be my luck-a day."

He paused only a moment to wonder if it was perhaps a tad bit more than luck that brought the paper to where it was. He did not feel like dwelling on such thoughts or indulging in the odd burn that was growing in his stomach as he did.

Instead he looked at the paper and his surroundings once more, completely flustered.

"Or it a-would be if I could a-ever find my way."