"Prosecutor Blackquill?!"
"What is like to have your freedom returned!?"
"What is your opinion of the murder of Mr. Banana!?"
"Do you think the Phantom should get the death sentence!?"
"Do you have a comment!?"
'Jesus, this happens everyday!' Simon Blackquill thought. 'I don't think any other prosecutor had this kind of media attention!'
"Prosecutor Blackquill please comment!?"
"What's your favorite color!?"
He had enough.
He turned around with a shocked expression. He pointed in the distance.
"OH MY GOD! IT'S THE BRONZE SAMURAI!"
The media turned to see. Simon escaped into the safety of the courthouse.
He ran until he came into a room they would not look for at least thirty minutes.
"So do you always run from the news, Mr. Sensational?"
'Spoke too soon,' Simon hissed at himself. Of course it was her. She always hung around the courthouse these days.
"I'm not going to be interviewed so put away the pencil, Boxgirl," Simon said looking at one Myriam Scuttlebutt.
"Sorry to disappoint," Myriam said leaning in. "But I left my pencil at home." She walked over. She took off her box. "So do you always hide or what?"
"Not that it's any of your business but ever since I got acquitted, I haven't gotten a moment of privacy," Simon admitted. "And that's saying something when you live in a prison for seven years."
"Yeah but when you were a convict people were frightened of you," Myriam pointed out. "Now they just find you very sweet."
'The consequences of being famous,' Simon thought. He could hear running from outside.
"Don't they ever give up?" Simon said bitterly. Myriam shook her head.
"I can buy you some time so you can run home," she said slyly. Simon would have usually doubted her but he was almost desperate.
"You can?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"Give me your clothes!" Myriam ordered all of the sudden. Simon was aghast at her orders.
"What!?"
"Trust me," she said.
"Something tells me naked man will cause more of a sensation in the media!" he hissed.
"Oh no you can wear my big sister's old uniform," she said searching through her bag. It was just big enough for Simon to wear. Not that it mattered considering it was still meant for a female.
"Why did you bring that?" Simon asked.
"No time for questions now get changed," Myriam ordered. Simon still looked nervous. "You know you can put the skirt on first right?" Simon nodded relieved. He gave Myriam his pants. He did wonder how a simple outfit change would help him out.
"Alright now," Myriam said sporting Simon's jacket and pants. It did look big on her. She boot on her riding boots to make the outfit more authentic.
'How does she fit so much in her backpack?!' Simon thought. He took her brother's shoes. 'Does she really have a brother or does she just know my shoe and outfit sizes?'
She took out another box and a sharpie. It was a rather large box.
"I thought you didn't have anything to write with."
"Who uses a sharpie on a notebook?" she asked as she wrote something on her new box. She put it on top of herself.
This is totally not Simon Blackquill!
Now he understood the plan. He put the other box on top his head. Hopefully no one would notice the height difference in Myriam.
"Wish me luck," she said as she ran outside. Simon following hesitantly.
"LOOK THERE HE IS!" one of the reporters said. Myriam started running from the courthouse. Naturally the reporters followed.
After ten minutes, Simon decided the coast was clear and began to walk home.
He had to admit, he never had a better trip home.