Erika padded her way from the train station, heading to the park. After not too long, she slowed to a walk, then as she approached the perimeter gates giving way to the park, she stopped. Her hands clasped together in front of her chest like she were praying as a deep sigh pulled itself up from inside of her. Briefly she contemplated if she should call Michael and say things to him that she really wanted to but if she did that now, it might give him trouble later on. As she considered this, she heard a chime from her phone, signifying she'd received an email. For now though, she ignored it. Erika would rather focus on preparing herself mentally for her task at hand.
She lifted her head up and straightened her shoulders. She'd dedicated herself to this. With a small, albeit nervous smile on her lips, she turned the corner into the park. Her smile almost immediately dropped. Oh, great, people here at night. And one of them was homeless, judging by the blanket. Erika looked over her shoulder, grimacing. What if something really suspicious was already going on here? Well, then again, considering what she was up to herself, maybe she was in good company. As she made her way towards them, she slowly realized that she'd seen both of them before at Purple Crown Academy and struggled to find their names.
The black haired boy with the long hair looking a bit like a stray cat on his park bench's identity completely eluded her. She'd seen him around with the other students just hanging around, he reminded her of the kind of people her brother would prefer to hang out with, but she'd never seen him in class or anything. As for the girl with the red hair she was... she was... Erika squinted in thought. Cassandra, that was the name. She thought, anyway. Maybe Erika should just wait near the entrance, her steps pausing mid-stride.
She swiveled her body around, taking a look at the park as best as she could from her point of view. Other than the two meeting at the park bench, it didn't seem like anyone else was around. It was a bad idea, but Erika just had to know. She stepped toward the two at the bench, her fingers playing with the leather strap of her purse around her shoulder.
"Excuse me," Erika stepped up to them, pushing her dark curls out of her face. "You both attend Purple Crown, right? Have you seen um--" She only barely stopped herself from saying the White King's name. She hesitated, then began again. "You wouldn't have happened to see any of the other students from our school here, have you?"