[*OPEN] ``I SMELL A RAT!

[ERIK DESMOND]

Erik had arrived at the party alone and after doing the usual rounds and saying hello to a few friends he had had enough of the conversation which to him was rather repetitive, he got himself a cup of beer and walked over to a slightly quieter area outside the windmill, a few trees clustered in the area and he leant against one watching the crowd in front of him, some outside talking other headed inside the windmill to explore. Erik was happy the weather wasn't to cold, he was in his toga which consisted of a black sheet wrapped just around his waist and sandles which straps wrapped around his calfs, he had no shirt and his toned cheast was left bare but he didnt mind Erik describes himself as in shape but some people would say he was ripped, he wouldnt go that far but his body wasn't exactly replusive to people, around his head he had a simple silver head dress similar to a lot of the others at the party.

Taking a sip of his drink he watched everyone around him and smirked when he saw some of the antics people were getting up to. The snap of a teig behind him made him stand upright and alert, he probably shouldnt be hanging around in dark corners not with his name black listed as a victim for the on killer but for once it had been the furthest thing from his mind. He took a few steps away from the trees until he spotted a couple staggering out from between two trees, the guy was adjusting his toga and the girl was straightening his crown. The guy gave Erik a dirty look like he had been spying on the couple, Erik wasn't found of this kind of confrontation "Be careful where you run off to, theres a killer about and you might be next" his voice was deep and threatening and although the guy just scoffed and walked away the girl hurried passed looking back at Erik scared.

Most people knew Erik was on the Victim list but his slight lonar attitude and the fact that no one knew anything about his past or family meant that to some people he was a suspect. Erik didnt care, he had alabis for the nights of the murders so he knew he was innocent. He leant back up against the tree again and let his eyes wander out across the crowd again until he noticed a pair of eyes watching him, he held eye contact for a moment and then the person started to walk towards him.