Nov 11, 2009 22:13
[The image pans out and it is one of the hotel rooms; small little bottles line the surface of a shelf and bigger ones are stacked next to the collection. A hook comes into focus, gold and marred with drying, flaking blood. The owner huffs and brings a cloth to it, wiping the evidence away.]
[A figure finally steps into the picture, fur coat brushing the stand where the video is being recorded. He turns to the door and clicks it shut.]
[Slitted, reptilian-like eyes then shift, turning to the feed, staring it down.] Recently stocked up on supplies for bartering - we have food, dry noodle items like ramen and the like. We also found preserved food stashes for quick bursts of energy. [Crocodile turns, his movements fluid.] But, as promised, I have specialty items for those that need them - alcohol, including small bits of rum and vodka, and gasoline. Not much, maybe a gallon or two, but enough to do the job if necessary.
[The alligator shrugs his shoulders and drops the cloth from his hook.] Anything else, and I'll have to refer you to a man named Donquixote Doflamingo. He can handle any other ties of business.
[A finger extends and the feed goes black.]
sir crocodile