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[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl Denham's being drawn to this place.

That's the easiest way to put it. That and Jack's here, and he's worrying that-well? His friend might be even more crazy then he is.

So, Carl has a stack of magazines under one arm, and some apples, and he's looking out for Jack.

But hey, others can tag him too.

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[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Jack, is always, is here, and for once is not trying to hide from Carl.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"Jack!" Carl waves, "Buddy! I brought you some playbills and stuff, and some LIFE magazines with the big articles on broadway...and uh-oh! there's an issue on hollywood right there..."

He hands Jack a large stack of magazines, either he bought out the store or...well...

"Oh! and um-I was going to grab your typewriter but your housekeeper wouldn't let me in."

Carl looked down at his feet.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"I could always give you my key."

That was nice of Carl. Really. And the magazines, too, except for the one on Hollywood. Then again, if he had a fireplace in his room...

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"Naw, somehow I think the old biddy'd still be a little fearful of me." He clapped Jack on the back, "I did bring you pencils though."

Carl holds them out like a puppydog.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Gee. Thanks."

Pencils. How...handy.

He takes them and looks at them cynically.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Hey, he's trying.

"I figured cause-you know-I know you man...ya itch if you can't write right?"
Just like him with a camera.

"So uh...still...trapped here?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Yes. But I could easily get pencils and paper from the bar. Which I have."

He glances at the wall-that-was-a-door to answer Carl's question.

[whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com]

Watching seems to be her game. She's not very nice today, then again, neither is Carl. Nevertheless he is being surveyed with chocolate colored eyes.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl's not one to avoid someone who's lookin' at him.

And so he turns, grinning, a grin that widens when he sees a rather-attractive female figure. Even though Carl's not interested in such things.

No. Really. He's a man who see's the woman's "inner presence"

And those eyes...

"....Hello."

[whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com]

She's much too young for Carl. Though in hindsight, eighteen is perhaps not so bad.

"Hello." Her voice is low, but that comes with the 'I am so evil' territory.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl's not that kinda man.

"Kid? You in pictures? didn't I see you in something from ah...paramount?"
He snaps his fingers, "Or Universal? you look like ya should be acting with Fae."

[whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com]

"Pictures, me?" False modesty was one of her best acts.

"I'm afraid not Sir, I'm much too plain."

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"What? You plain?" Carl oozes over, "Take my word for it darlin' eyes like those are definatley not plain. Trust me."

Carl smiles, "And I'm someone you can trust."

He holds out a hand, "Carl Denham."

[monster-made.livejournal.com]

Carl is being eyed by a tall, pretty redhead.

"What's with the apples?"

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl's...well-never been one for attracting girls-that's Jack's job. But still...

"I brought um for Jack...that and they were on sale." Carl examined them, "Probably rotten, but I don't think so, never can tell with New York apples."

He smiles, "Want one?"

[monster-made.livejournal.com]

"No, thanks, I can't." And won't it be fun explaining why. "You're from New York?"

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl nods, "Born and raised. Although I might be moving out to the southland soon, you?"

[monster-made.livejournal.com]

"I grew up on Long Island. Been in LA and London more recently now."

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"LA?"

Carl frowns at her, "L...A? Los...Angeles?"

Carl studies her, "How is the southland? I hear they're developin' it quite a bit." Calling it the motor city."

He snorts.

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

Sure, why not.

"Looking for someone?" Catherine nods to him over her drink.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"I uh-was looking for my friend...and-I dunno, I keep getting drawn to this place."

He shrugs, "It's better then smuckies. ta tell ya the truth."

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

"Where's Smuckies?" Raised eyebrows, a slight glimmer in those eyes.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"New York." Carl says, with a tone of disbelieve, "You know-its the place all around us?"

"By the way," Carl points to the window where the universe is ending, " That's a great trick."

Denial ain't just a river in egypt.

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, of course, right--I'm from Las Vegas." Better to cruise down denial for now... She smiles disarmingly. "You're... new to here?"

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"Nevada? Wow, how is that? Pretty dangerous for a dame like you right with all the organized crime?"

Carl. 1930s. Vegas. Den of Scum and villiany and Frank Sinatra.

Carl is completely disarmed, "Naw, I've been poppin' in and out. This place is somethin' else yeah?"

He looks at her, serious.