First Person: [Wyatt looks at the watch for a long moment, turning it over in his hands looking at it from every angle, his eyes taking in every feature of it. He didn’t look the slightest bit impressed with it, or its apparent functions. He put it down on the table in front of him then looked it at some more. Without realising it, as he put it down he had managed to turn on to transmit. After looking at the face of the watch for a moment he stood up and walked out of view of the camera. After a few moment she came back, no longer wearing his hat or duster jacket. Once again he picked up the watch to look at it, turning it this way or that]
How did they even make this a communicator anyway? Wait, that does that...
[He pulls the watch closer to his face, to find that he is currently broadcasting. Then starts fiddling with buttons]
...How do I turn thi-
[The video cuts out as Wyatt manages to accidentally turn it off]
Third Person:
Wyatt looked around him solemnly. He had no idea how he had come to find himself on that train, nor why he had let himself be ushered off. The last thing he had remembered was that he was with his son, the boy he had all but lost over fifteen annuals ago. He had also been with Glitch and Raw. They had all been preparing to get ready to find and rescue DG from her kidnapper. He narrowed his eyes and looked around more, looking for faces he recognised, refusing to let any worry show itself. He gave up trying to tell himself that he wasn’t worried while on the train. Clearing his throat he decided to make himself look a little ridiculous in hopes of getting a response.
“Jedd!? Glitch?! … Raw?!”
He lifted the brim off his hat and began to walk the platform. He needed to find them, find out where they were, and try and find their way back to DG before anything back could happen to her.
Wyatt Cain || Tin Man || no reserve || 3 of 3
[Wyatt looks at the watch for a long moment, turning it over in his hands looking at it from every angle, his eyes taking in every feature of it. He didn’t look the slightest bit impressed with it, or its apparent functions. He put it down on the table in front of him then looked it at some more. Without realising it, as he put it down he had managed to turn on to transmit. After looking at the face of the watch for a moment he stood up and walked out of view of the camera. After a few moment she came back, no longer wearing his hat or duster jacket. Once again he picked up the watch to look at it, turning it this way or that]
How did they even make this a communicator anyway? Wait, that does that...
[He pulls the watch closer to his face, to find that he is currently broadcasting. Then starts fiddling with buttons]
...How do I turn thi-
[The video cuts out as Wyatt manages to accidentally turn it off]
Third Person:
Wyatt looked around him solemnly. He had no idea how he had come to find himself on that train, nor why he had let himself be ushered off. The last thing he had remembered was that he was with his son, the boy he had all but lost over fifteen annuals ago.
He had also been with Glitch and Raw. They had all been preparing to get ready to find and rescue DG from her kidnapper. He narrowed his eyes and looked around more, looking for faces he recognised, refusing to let any worry show itself. He gave up trying to tell himself that he wasn’t worried while on the train. Clearing his throat he decided to make himself look a little ridiculous in hopes of getting a response.
“Jedd!? Glitch?! … Raw?!”
He lifted the brim off his hat and began to walk the platform. He needed to find them, find out where they were, and try and find their way back to DG before anything back could happen to her.