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

"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.

"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...

"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.

"Gee. Thanks."

Pencils. How...handy.

He takes them and looks at them cynically.

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?"

"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.

Carl looks, throwing up his hands, "Hey-Hey I'm sorry, I didn't think this place was...full service if ya know what I mean."

He grins at Jack, then sighs, "C'mon Jack, I was jus' trying to think of what you'd need and-"

"Oh!" He gestures to the sack of apples, "Brought you some of these."

Carl goes to the bar, "Bar?...person? can I have a knife?"
And a knife materializes.

"Gotta love technology right jack?"

"I've already had an apple for breakfast."

Jack thinks maybe Carl is trying too hard.

Carl shrugs, "Whatever. Mille did want apples, she was gonna bake pies tonight."

Carl starts peeling the apple, "...you workin' on anything lately?"

So he'll try harder to convince Jack to give into his demands.

"Oh, is she? Is there any chance I can get a slice?"

Jack shrugs and takes an apple. What the heck, it couldn't hurt, could it?

"I'm writing if that's what you want to know."

"Yes, but Jack m'boy-what are you writing?"

These are very normal, very New York apples.

Carl hands him the knife, hilt first.

Jack accepts the knife, giving Carl a wry glance as he slices the apple. "A short story."

[ ooc: *points, whistles innocently* (http://www.livejournal.com/community/good_rpers_rock/36322.html) ]

"Yeah?" Carl jabs at him with an elbow, "They make the best kinda stuff to be produced for movies ya know?"

He chews his apple thoughtfully, "I've gotta get back inna game Jack."

"They also make excellent plays." He takes a bite of his own apple. "I don't know. Maybe...safari epics isn't your thing."

[ ooc: *hugsback* np :D ]

"Well, that's what people say. Nobody'll let me near animals now."

He grimaces.
"I mean, for Chrissake Carl, Mille didn't want me around Danny's dog." He snorted, "As if there was anything special about that goddamn mutt anyway. I picked him up off the street. I did. Me."

"Carl, why would they let anyone who isn't a trained animal specialist near their animals?"

"I've always had a way with animals Jack. Not-well-not apes."

No. never apes.

"And besides, Animal pictures. No trainer worth their salt'll come near me with one of those ten-foot sticks. One of um had the nerve to say that I shoulda put myself on display instead of-"

He frowns, "Well...I'm sure you kept up on the papers right?"

"No."

He takes another bite, looking at Carl curiously.

"...they're not pretty."

Carl sighs, "Inhumane monster, parasite, I just wish I could get away. One of the reasons why Millie and are I thinkin' of packin' it in. She doesnt' wanna have anything to do with me either."

A grimace.

He tilts his head. "What are you taking about, Carl?"

This might be a case of conflicting timelines.

Carl waves a hand, "It's all nonsense, nothing you need to worry about." Cause Carl's after the fact, after kong.

A grin, "...sure you won't tell me anything about this short story?"

"What's going on, Carl?" he asks firmly. You don't give someone forebodings of doom and gloom without telling them what caused them. You especially don't say such things to friends. Jack is unlikely to send Carl on a guilt trip, however.

"Well..."

Carl frowns, "Studio's not too happy with me for one."

"I know that. But what does this have to do with animals?"

[ ooc: juuuuuuuuuust after they get back from Skull Island. So somewhere in the...er...between the later 3/4ths of the picture? >.> ]