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milliways_bar2006-03-19 12:11 pm
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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.
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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"Nothing. It's...it's pathetic, really. Nevermind."
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No way this is going unnoticed.
"Jack. What happened."
Carl's planted himself in Jack's path.
A short yet broad wal.
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[ ooc: and I must slink away to church. dunno when I'll be back, depends on if mom wants to go out later, but I should be able to squeeze in one tag when I get home if that happens. ]
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Like he believes him.
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Carl hesitates.
"I mean people say stuff about me all the time. but I don't let it get to me. You've just gotta...well-"
He shrugs.
Not that good at helping people.
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He's heard it could be done.