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[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Jack storms into the bar. He is full of rage.

Yes, that is rage you see on his face, not constipation or a really bad sunburn. RAGE.

Have at. :)

[ ooc: el warning: mun's body is slowly dragging her towards the happy land of sleep. which means she will dissappear within the next...ten minutes or so. or maybe later than that. but soon! ]

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[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Pity. Now she'll think Jack is a misogynistic sailor-slash-idiot who thinks WOODEN CHAIRS are good weapons against GIANT APE HANDS.

"No. Everyone except the people who've actually dealt with the ape, and Carl, think the thing's going to be a huge smash. Financial smash."

[sistersxkeeper.livejournal.com]

Uh...OBVIOUSLY they are. JACK SMASH! JACK MAD?

".....is he retarded?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"He's Carl."

Carl Denham is his very own brand. Like Tom Cruise.

[sistersxkeeper.livejournal.com]

Oooh. That makes so much more sense. Granted, Anna's before the 'omg i'm effing INSANE' Tom Cruise outburst too.

"Hmm. So basically...you're fucked." She might turn a little pink. Not often she uses the word...but it seemed fitting.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Unless something goes terribly wrong and the ape stays calm."

[sistersxkeeper.livejournal.com]

"How likely is that?" Anna looks at him, head tilted.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"About as likely as a sudden economic recovery."

[sistersxkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. So good luck. Don't die. Or anything." Anna sighs.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. I'll try not to."

[ ooc: and fade/wrap here? ]

[sistersxkeeper.livejournal.com]

Anna nods silently, drifting in the silence.

[ooc: oui! ♥]