Smeagle, the cannibalistic murderer

[Death.RunningVerminator]

"Poke it!"

"No you poke it!"

"No you!"

"No you!"

"Wait.. I.. I think.. it's moving!"

"Let's get outta here!"

Smeagle began to twitch his fingers and move his head, while the children threw their sticks down and started to back away. He moved his legs and arms move, but only slightly. Smeagle would try to push himself up until he realized his arms and legs were broken. He sat there in the ground looking all around him for help, but no one payed attention to him. The cannibal sighed and again tried to get up off the ground, but to no use. So he still lied there, now thinking to himself.

How in the world am i still alive? And where's the cruiser? And.. if the cruiser would have been hovering above me.. shouldn't i be on Death Runner's property? But where's all the buildings? Oh ya that's right! Hahaha! It's a plantation! I'm in a cardi field! Hahahaha!

Smeagle slammed his teeth together in pain, and bared his ribs. Luckily enough only one had broke in the fall. After realizing what he was sitting in, he took in all the cardimine he could get to.

Smeagle lied in a hospital bed after he managed to gain enough energy from the Cardimine and walk his way to the nearest medical building. Within several hours of treatment, he climbed out of the bed, still in casts, and went outside to see where he could steal a decent ship. There was a port nearby, so he proceeded to go there. Upon arrival there was a sign that showed the specific ships and where they should dock. He moved his finger down the sign till he reached the R's, and found the Roc Civilian Bomber docking bay. He smiled, and walked toward the area. When he found the Roc with the best design and cleanest polish, it was his.

[Death.RunningVerminator]

"I suppose this will do."

Smeagle closed shut the door to his new home on board The Joker's Asylum. There was blood on the floor, crooked portraits of serial killers on the walls, and no window. It was perfect. Smeagle put his stuff down, stretched for a moment, then decided to go catch his food for the night. He quietly opened the door to the main halls to find two janitors walking side by side to the exit.

"Hey!.. Uh. One of you. Come here."

The two janitors looked at each other, then one shrugged and proceeded to approach Smeagle while the other left.

"Ya.. Uhm.. There's this thing on the wall an-."

Smeagle quickly stretched out his arms to grab the neck of his next victim, and devour it. He brought the janitor to his room and bashed his skull open with a book labeled, "It's time for compassion." Brains were now everywhere, but at least Smeagle got his meal.

After a long night's sleep, it was time to go back to New York.

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// I found this and felt this was relevant to Smeagle's RP.