The meeting at people park

She felt the crunching of the cobblestone path beneath her feet as she entered the west entrance of People Park. A shudder shot through her spine as she recalled the case where the doctor was murdered right where she was now stood. Why couldn't she have been pulling a stand with a deranged loony in it or have a gangster boy threatening to blow her head off (and to Ema, Wocky was a boy)? It was getting close to autumn and it was around four o'clock so the sky was tinged orange in the artwork that was known as dusk. Ema gazed up towards the sky forgetting her trouble for just a few seconds as, even though it was raining the sight of sunlight being refracted made the most beautiful glow.

Couples held hands sheltering under umbrellas or the old oak tree which rose high above the park to the left of her. What a sight she must have been to them. They probably thought she had been dumped by the man she said was the love of her life or something…

Unable to find shelter she decides to take a seat on the dark – almost black bench. She didn't care now she was already drenched to the core. She felt the water seep through her brown bottoms as she took the seat. Why didn't I snackoo that fop while I had the chance? Why can't I be like Lana – she's so strong spirited? She feels pain surge through her head – she was thinking to much. She rummaged in her bag for the snackoos at least they could help her forget the trouble. As she took the first bite of one of the calorie filled treat she felt a tiny amount of relief run through her.

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Apollo was rushing, almost slipping over in the downpour, barely keeping his umbrella straight as he slid through the streets. He had to get home back to the Wright's apartment FAST! He rushes through to People Park desperate to take every possible short cut. Even though he had an hour and a half to get ready he was panicked and a little finicky. He stopped suddenly to gather his breath and smiles politely at the couples sheltered under the old oak. Some smiled back while others chose to wave, he waved back pleased by their accepting manner towards him. To tired to keep running he decided to keep at a fast walking pace.

There was a lone girl on a bench who looked like she was in a mess. She was to far away to get a decent look at but she seemed to be in a bad state. Perhaps she was a teenage girl who's boyfriend hadn't showed up to take her to a friend's or maybe she had been dumped. When he sees the familiar bag that was usually hung over the gloomy Ema Skye's shoulder her almost jumps with shock. It couldn't be Ema could it?

Cautiously he approaches her still confused by the identity of the young woman. As the figure came into view more he figured it was indeed Ema. He holds the black umbrella so that it just covers both her head and his own before kneeling in front of her.

"Ema?" He felt the full force of a snackoo in his face knocking him backwards. She hadn't even looked up at him.

"Go away fop!" She growled.

"Fop? You mean prosecutor Gavin?" He rubs his face now pink and sore from where the snackoo had smacked him. Ema soon realised her mistake there was no sickening German accent or the word Fraulien before her name.

"Apollo?" Finally she looked towards him. "I'm sorry I thought you were the fop…"

"That's ok…" Apollo lied as his cheek stung (how could being hit by a snack cause so much pain?) "Has something happened between you and prosecutor Gavin? Why aren't you at work?"

Suddenly two things dawned on Ema as she looked around. First there was no Trucy following behind him yelling around and acting like most fifteen year olds do, second it was still raining but she no longer felt like she was being poured on that was when she noticed the black umbrella in Apollo's hand.

"It doesn't matter…" Her voice was flat. "It's better you don't get involved. Where's Trucy?"

"She's getting ready for a show at the Wonder Bar I was running home to get changed before heading back down there." He pulls a tissue from his pocket and wipes away the offending makeup on Ema's cheeks. "Maybe you should come too and dry off a little…"

"I don't need your charity!" She growled defensively.

"I never said you were a charity case…" He slid his black coat from his shoulders and wrapped around Ema's shoulders revealing his trademark suit. "Are you coming?"

"Alright…" Her voice showed a hint of reluctance as well as something else – something Apollo couldn't quite work out.