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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 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? >.> ]

"Well...they wanted an animal picture back from me-and didn't get one." Carl said, grinning, "Guess they're gonna get something else right?."

He's grinning.

"Carl, from what I remember they didn't want any picture from you."

"....when they saw us on the dock? Buddy? with Mr. Kong?" Carl's grinning from ear to ear, "They started raggin' on me, asking, "Where's our footage? where's our footage?" Carl sighs, "It's not enough that I brought them back the eigth wonder of the world but-"

He pats Jack, "They're coming around though, once I promised um a part of the profits." He shrugs.

"They wanted to arrest you, Carl. They didn't care about your footage. And what about the rest of the crew? Do they get a cut?"

"Huh? Yeah oh yeah, you all get a cut-" He waves a hand, "Look, we'll iron out the details with some people-"

He grins at Jack, "You'd be surprised how little people want to arreste you when you come back with something like our buddy king Kong."

"That's what you always say, Carl. So what are you doing with the ape?"

"Broadway m'boy!" Carl's grinning like a fool, "Broadway! That's where it's all about, execpt for those awful musicals of course."

A grimace.

Facepalm.

Huge, gigantic, Kong-sized facepalm.

"You're going to put him on the stage?"

"Look, ya put him in a movie, how long is it before someone says "That's the biggest most cheesiest effect ever?"

Carl grins, "This way on the stage people will see HIM, touch him-although we're still working that part out..."