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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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Carl is being eyed by a tall, pretty redhead.

"What's with the apples?"

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?"

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

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

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

"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.

"Los Angeles, yeah." She gives him an appraising look back. "What year are you from?"

Carl blinks, "This year?"

"Yeah, this year. What is it?" She can play along.

"...1933..."

"Ah. Well, yeah, LA's pretty built up. All the beautiful people end up there eventually, it seems."

"Shame really, New York was the scene, but I'm told this hollywoodland's better for the lighting."

Carl grins, "It true it never rains there? or snows?"

"Oh, it rains. Don't think I ever saw snow, but I was only there a few years. I think it does, on rare occasions." A small smile. "Nothing like New York, though."

"Nothin' like New york anyplace else." Carl grins proudly, "I hear that this Los Angeles though has gigantic stretches o' concrete for cars to drive on. That true?"

Shenods.

"Sure does. Probably has everything anyone could ever want. Buildings, big business, cars, people, beaches." she shrugs. "But it doesn't have a soul."

Carl flinches at that.

He's been accused of not having a soul alot in the past coupla weeks.
right kinda place for me then..

"...sorry to hear that. There's alot about the motion picture business that's soulless, but hey-We'd all kind of accepted we're damned anyway."

A dark laugh.

"Some of us more than others." She agrees, but for an entirely different reason.

"You're in the film industry?"

Carl nods, "I forgot to introduce myself."

He magicks the card into existence, but it's no magic, just slight of hand.

"Carl Denham. Movie Producer, Director, Jack of all trades."
He hands the card to her.

"Carl Denham." She murmurs, taking the card. She knows that name, she knows she does, but from where? And then it hits her.

"Oh my god you're Carl Denham!"

Carl, Carl beams.

"You've heard of me?"

About, damn time. Someone recognized him.

"Yeah, I have." She's still smiling, but trying to come up with a discreet way to figure out if he's pre or post ape. "That thing in New York was pretty big."

Oh.

that.

"....yeah well he was a big monkey." Carl sighed, "Fell hard too. But that's not my fault. whatever you might think."

A sigh.

Kate's seen King Kong more times than she can remember. What she thinks doesn't matter. It's what he thinks.

"Oh, no, of course not. How could it be? No one could really control him."

"Thank you!" He slams a palm on his thigh, "That's what I've been TRYING to explain!"

He grins, "Seen any of my other pictures though? The Monkey was one thing but some of my others..."

Are terrible. leave it at that."

"I can't say I've seen anything you directed." She shrugs and smiles apologetically. "But I've been gone from New York for years now. Rely on the news and all that to keep up."

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