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[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

There's wind and a bit of snow outside as a man in a hideously orange and white scarf throws open the door and stomps in.

Once he's in however, Carl relaxes. There's only so long that a man can be angry. Not to mention he's angry about petty matters anyway. Millie and Danny and their constant heckling about the monkey-the studio-a new script.

Ah, the burdens of being a filmmaker.

So he sits, but not before depositing a stack of bills and some coins on the bar.

"Tips."
The tips vanish.

Carl is a good tipper.
Afterwhich he procures a pad of paper and a pencil, trying his best to write out a story idea he's had for a bit. Hey-he can write. He's just...um...bad at it.

He's trying to write a first person narrative about an astronaut in space orbiting Jupiter with a giant black triangle.
Or square. Something like that.


You can talk to him.

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark grins. "That sounds really cool actually, Carl." His eyes twinkle. "Space stores are awesome on film, actually. They make for some amazing adventure stories." Oh, look. Carl found one of Mark's favourites.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl, "Yeah. Bit problem is that writing and I go together like...Fred Austaire and Ginger Rogers."

His eyes narrowed, "Not good bedfellows."

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark cracks up. "Hey, I know what you mean. The last screenplay that I attempted to write literally went up the chimney. My roommate and I burned it for heat." He smirks, though. "It's an awesome idea, however."

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"Burned it for heat?"

Carl stops short, "-Damn-I thought I had problems...but well-you've seen."

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

"My roommate and I were basically squatters in our building on eleventh and B." Mark shrugs. "And we were -damn- broke. So we burned Roger's band posters, and my old screenplays. Didn't do an awful lot, because the next day, our ex-friend decided to go back on his promise that we could stay for free, and tossed us out on our asses. On Christmas." Mark shrugs. "It really sucked."

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl lowered his head, "Ow."

He nods slowly, "....yeah. There've been a couple of times when I've been heatless. They evict you?"

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

"He tried. But we broke down the door and got back in." Mark smirks. He eventually gave up on trying to throw us out. And then I bought the building. So no one can toss us out."