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[OOM (with rocks in): Mark ~~comes out of the~~ raids Roger's closet.]

The door opens, and a stereotypical musician walks through. Messy blonde hair, leather jacket, band t-shirt and ripped jeans. Not to mention the Fender guitar case. He sits down at a table, pulls out the guitar and tries to tune up.
This won't tune. So we hear.
That's not a musician, though. That's Mark Cohen, sans camera, scarf, and glasses, and looking one hell of a lot like his roommate. Feel free to boggle.

[ooc note: Mark is under the influence of Music with Rocks In. It can be contageous. But it doesn't have to be.]

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Carl grins, "Carl Denham. Showman, Artist, purveyor of the strange and mystical."

He does his little trick with his businesscard, making it appear out of nowhere.

"And believe me, I hear ya." He leans down to pat the fellow reassuringly, "Dames, the stories I could tell ya kid..."

Mark takes the card and reads, then grins a bit.

Strange? Strange is gigantic mutant bugs, strange is Kong..

"Enjoy it while It lasts kiddo." Carl says sadly, "Man how I envy you kid. Enjoy it now cause-"

Well? to be perfectly frank, a strange life's bound to be filled with adventure, and of course- And Carl's liking that idea until-

Then he freezes, "Did you say she left you for a woman?"

Mark laughs, "

Carl whistles, "Livin' the hollywood lifestyle-well not maybe hollywood, but boy howdy some of the quirks those people have out in the southland..."

He nods to the kid, eyeing him, "What'd you do before the depression son? or well..."

Carl thinks on how to rephrase that.

"What Do you do? Besides play that?"

"

Mark shrugs. " Other than that, I'm a filmmaker."

"No kidding?" Carl grins, "That's what I do! Animal pictures mostly, Safari Epics, that kinda thing. Exploring the world and explaining the unexplainable."

A grin, "Bringing it to the public in a way that the stage can't anymore-film, that's the way of the future. But that stuff..."

He points to the guitar, "I've never trucked much with musicans admittedly..."

Mark beams. "Oh really? That's awesome. I've made a film rather like that too, actually.

"Cinema Veritas." Carl says, "Filming from life, Filming from truth. Never had the guts to do that, but I can't Stand somebody butchering a point of view in order to justify a story or a plot."

Carl's smiling a real smile for the first time in...well...a long time.

He pauses, "So, you play that , and film? You write your own scores?"

Carl's mind is somewhere else while musing on that.

"Exactly." Mark's grinning. "

Carl shakes his head, puzzled, "You know-it's funny? I never realized how much I

he points to Mark's guitar,

"
He's grinning. Sure it's not documentaries, but it's the same kind of thing.

Now this is what the music likes to see.

Carl

"

He brushes off his jacket and puts on his charming face, more then ready to get to work. Without knowing how easily he was snared.

After all, what self respecting artist doesn't have

Mark leans the guitar against the table and stands, holding out his hand. ""

Carl nods,

He doffs his non-existant cap at his new partner, "Now, I'm a man who doesn't believe in wasting time. I'll get started right away and see you," A "As soon as time permits."

He's grinning as he sweeps off grandly.

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