(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Ruki/CockroachRukiedit-1.jpg)<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Freestyle Script;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2.65em;">Shenovi Katsakachi</span></strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: freestyle script;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;"><strong>Location:</strong></span></span>Gilead Memorable Park -<em>Tea Party</em><br/><br/><br/>Ah, good old Gilead Park, Shenovi had many fond memories of such a ruined place. Sure, there were plenty of broken benches, vandalized monuments, toppled over trashcans, and a broken down playground and other sports courts around the area. It had everything anyone may ever dreamed of, that is, if there were out looking to shank someone or be a victim themselves.  Daytime, nighttime, it didn’t matter, the park never really lost its glamour, its splendor, its foreboding presence and dangerous welcoming. It was this very place that the demon spent many of years tormenting those that may seek to do him harm, today was no exception to the madness.<br/><br/>There was a putrid scent of bloodshed in the air and the faint aroma of death. Who knew how long one of the bodies had been hanging, the victim appearing to still be alive, screaming, though it was hard to tell from what exactly. Could it been the perfected cuts along the abdomen, the intentional missing of vitals and even avoiding of ripping too deep in the flesh to prevent fatal blood loss? That man’s body was raked with slashes of what appeared to be that of nails, shirt ripped, clinging to flesh, but not stopping the bleeding. Still those screams went on, maybe they were from what was binding that victim to the railing of a swing set. The intestines of one of that man’s comrades, twined around the ankles, keeping the poor fool held steady while his empty companion swung on the swing set at his side. Squeak, squeak, the rusty bars of the swing echoed, but probably never heard, completely ignored by the panic cries of that mangled man’s.<br/><br/>There were other bodies as well, two more besides the corpse on the swingset and the live one dangling with his head almost touching the sandy ground. One of them were upon the ground before a stone table in the middle of the park, used as a bench for one’s feet now. Ebony shoes could be seen perched over the spine of the lifeless corpse, and if one looked further up they would find the crimson wear of the culprit at play. Shenovi, despite his doings, he was perfectly calmed and content about the scenery at play. The way he sat, the way he dressed, compared to all the rift raft around him, he may just as well come off as a splendid dashing ‘noble’ standing victorious over a gang of thugs. Though in essence, this wasn’t close to the case, the ones at fault of this were fellow demons, which made it all the more entertaining to the male whom leisurely poured himself a cup of tea.<br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Ruki/SittingRuki2-1-1.jpg)</div><br/>He did have company, a nice party to join him, unfortunately two of them were currently dead and the other two were tied up. The fourth culprit sitting off to the side of Shenovi, bound in something less grotesque, but still not all appealing. The half naked man wriggling about from the snare of cloth along his wrists and also tied to the partial broken chair behind. Sure, in due time the demon was positive his prey may escape, but for now the victim was to accompany him in his tea party. It was a kudos for being the only one not to attack him.<br/><br/>“You sick mother fucker, let me go!” The poor male squealed out, obviously scared, which to Shenovi was rather flattering. Good, fellow demons knew fear as well, they should, and that poor creature had every right to be terrified. Shenovi was insane, completely out of his mind, but then again this was evident by the way he dressed and casually acted, as if nothing that had transacted here was a big deal. A cup of tea being set aside from the man, where the doll lingered at the table. In one line of perspective, it creepily went along with Shenovi, the poor thing missing one of its eye buttons and its clothing needing to be redone fashionably as well.<strong>”Yes, I know you want to kill him, but we can’t do that now, can we?”</strong>The silence being broken by Shenovi as his attention went from the bickering man and to his inanimate fun sized companion.<strong>”You’re right, we should pour him a glass too.”</strong><br/><br/>More profanities thrown about, still Shenovi didn’t aggressively act out on his bound prey, ignoring the man for the time being as he went about to pour another cup of tea. This one, however, being toppled over and hotly spilled into that man’s lap. More obscurities, screaming and shouting like a banshee now.<strong>”So dreadfully sorry I am.”</strong>Again, Shenovi was perfectly content, his tone almost seeming earnest. Almost as if he genuinely cared, but he didn’t. This was something he has practiced in as well, another side of him, merely toying with his prey as usual.<strong>”But your language is offending our guest, so I will have you be quiet for the time being.”</strong>He went on as he reached into the pocket of his crimson trench, removing a handkerchief from it, only to use it to gag and silence his would be, former attacker with the cloth. There were still muffled ‘mmfs’ and curses that Shenovi could vaguely make out, but alas it was peaceful. Shenovi’s pink eyes closed as he recollected his thoughts, the party still missed various elements. There was no cake, there were only a few live guests, at this rate it may just boil back down to Shenovi and his doll.