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[Croc sat in a comfy chair in the lounge. He had a large cigar in hand, and wore a clean white suit. He'd been here a while, and has been able to find items to his liking. On top of that his closet seemed to supply him with nice clothes, tailored to his odd body shape. He likes that he's being taken care of in a way, but still not happy about being here against his will.

[He tried getting answers out of the Lunch Lady, and the Nurse, but he couldn't get anything. Any harm or torture he tried didn't work or he'd black out while trying to get answers, and wake up in his room. He tried swimming off the island, to see what they may be close to, but that too didn't work. He wonders maybe if working alone wasn't enough. Maybe he needed to get a gang started on the island. He'd focus on getting a group together, then taking control... but who on this island was cut out to team up with? He wasn't going to work with any losers, that's for sure.]

((ooc: Croc is chilling in the lounge. Pester, mingle with other people, look for snacks what ever you want :>))

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[Okay. Giant crocodile in a suit sitting in the lounge and smoking a cigar. Nothing too strange here, except the fact that the suit was white. Talk about an odd colour choice. It didn't look quite right with green. Something darker might be better. And didn't crocodiles go in the water? That suit would be pretty much transparent before long.

Realizing he's debating the fashion sense of a reptile, he shakes his head and just goes to go get his cards from the card machine against the far wall. Today's going to be a weird day.]

So did someone summon you, or are you just another 'student'?

[Croc turns away from the little tv and dvd player he set up.]

No body summoned me, and I ain't no student.

[Yeah this guy looks like a loser, so he goes back to mainly focusing on Seinfeld.]

Someone brought me here against my will. An' when I figure out who, they're dead meat.

Get in line!

[The cards he's drawn in the first pack aren't a bad haul. More Synchro bullshit thrown in, though. He really needs to figure out how that works. He doesn't even look around as he continues.]

The first person to find her'll be the one to have all the fun.

Killer Croc don't wait in line boy.

[He gives Bakura an annoyed glance.]

Anyways, it'll be me that finds her first. So it's not like it matters anyways.

[Then he'll take over the island for his own operations. Or give it as a gift to his pal Ivy.]

"Boy"? [His laughing tone is filled with mocking.] Heheheheheh... Hahahahahaha~! HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[Oh, that's rich. What an overconfident fool... He really can't stop laughing for a moment. Even when he calms down enough to speak, the laughter's noticeable in his voice.]

You talk awfully big, for someone spending their time sitting and watching television! I wonder how long that confidence of yours will last.

Will you keep it down with that annoying laugh a yers.

[He really couldn't care less about what Bakura is saying.]

I'm Killer Croc, I'm gonna be King kid. Don't you forget it. Now go play someplace else, I'm busy.

[With the best show ever so shut yer trap >:(]

"King"? Heheheh...

[Despite the cutting words, he doesn't seem offended in the slightest. Rather the opposite. He's amused on a massive level.]

It's a common room! If you want privacy, go watch your show in your dorm, False King.

[He's half-tempted to pull the plug...]

I'm not interested in listening to the bleating of an over-arrogant fool.

[Besides, he has more cards to get.]

You better watch yer mouth.

[His eyes narrow.]

It ain't a common room anymore, now scram.

[He's claimed it in the name of... himself...]

Hoh~? Scary, scary! But I'm not afraid of you.

[Not even turning to look at him, he sits on the floor, crossing his legs and looks through the cards he's drawn.]

I'm not losing access to this place. So either put up with my presence to watch your show, or get the hell out. I won't hesitate to kill you if you get in my way.

[And now it's Croc's turn to laugh.]

You, kill me? Sure kid.

[He waves his hand dismissively.]

What ever kid, ya got guts... so I'll put up with ya, fer now.

Heh. It's appreciated.

[Bakura likes this guy a little. He's cocky and kind of creepy. Now if he could just learn not to act like a superior asshole, maybe he'd even recruit him as a subordinate.]

Then I'll shut up and let you watch your show.

[See, False King? Tolerance opens more doors than being a smartass.]

Good.

[And Croc goes back to his show. It's too bad that Croc would never work for him, or change.]