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It's hoped that words never fail a writer but what can I really say about myself?

There's introductions for a start. My name's Jack Driscoll and I was born in New York City, Upper West side. My dad was a cop and my mom (god rest her soul) was a seamstress until my little sister was born (she died a few years later but that's the way things go)

The rest of this is going to be quite boring I assure you. I don't believe in embelishing the truth of an actual life, and the latter half of my own doesn't require any embelishment. Mom had some wealthy family so I was sent to Columbia where I studied writing and discovered to my surprise (Not my parents of course. Dad had this notion early on that I would follow in the footsteps of the driscoll men and become a cop but mom quickly disabused him of that) That I had a talent for it.

Having talent and being able to use it are too different things completely; as my best friend Carl Denham said. I met Carl while I was still a student and while he was making grandious plans to go off to Africa and Assistant Direct with some glorified Asshole from United Artists who'd decided to sell a backlot safari picture based on the true actions of a bunch of cannibal tribes. Ironically carl and I hit it off because of that lackadasical oaf and his need to sell tickets. This was before film got big of course, and before the war.

Did I mention that I have...well...had an older brother? when the Great War hit Tommy was the one they sent off to die so I was allowed to attend college in the first place. When he was killed in action I went over to Europe for a few years, studied at Oxford in England and knocked Around Germany where-surprise-I ran into Carl Again. Carl tried to introduce me to the hollywood set but that resulted in a few very embarassing dinner parties that-

Heh. You can ask him about those. And why the Kaufmans (who introduced me ironically to Carl in the first place) don't ask me over for dinner anymore to my mother and father's shame.

When Hoover's great mistake hit I ended up back in the states working for the Federalist theater. Thankfully I'd written "Goodnight and Goodbye" which is still being performed (somewhere. I have no idea where. I just know I keep getting checks for it) So I had good credit and so far I've been able to produce a few modest successes. The latest is Isolation, which is a story about a man, a woman, and a doctor if anyone from the government asks. But in reality stands as an apparently powerful outspoken memoir of the common man. Proud member of the Government's Federal writers project, even though I disagree with them extensively and hate them for what they've done, essentially crippling america...


What can I say? I'm no Tolstoy and definately not an Ibesen. (although I freely admit that there are parts of characters that I drew inspiration form for Goodnight and Goodbye. And Isolation.)

Carl's been convincing me to get into pictures lately. I did some script review for RKO and I do alot of work for Universal (a hell of alot of work actually) I wrote some lines for Harryhausen and his Argonauts but he said that it was too cliche and far too historical for his taste. Directors. They're almost as bad as actors, especially directors who like to play around with special effects.

I suppose that's what drew me to Carl in the first place. He may not be that much of a person, and he may be totally obsessed with the "film" as he calls it but his obsession's catchy and hey- it's Real. He and I disagree about that actually on several fronts. He says that special effects are going to help the industry grow, make people sit up and take notice. I say that they're going to be the death of the story and the character in favor of alot of flash in the pan and "ooh and aww" spectaculars. The Death of the American Attention Span...and it's already upon us.

But he's still believing in real, he hasn't totally succumbed....yet.

So I'm a Closet Socialist, a writer, a daydreamer, and a college-educated miscreant. I'm supporting FDR in the next election, I'm currently starting rehersals for Isolation (the ingenue's going to be amazing) and I'm working on a not-yet-titled safari epic starring Bruce Baxter and Maureen Mackenzie. No doubt it'll be recut six ways from Sunday and the studio will demand far too much of the "nudie angle" but writers are used to taking all kinds of personal abuse.

Before you even ask, no I do not do love stories, and no I am not seeing Fae Wray. I don't know who started that goddamn rumor (it was probably Carl...the bastard) but I will answer questions about Ellen Queen and Joseph Parker and their relationship if you'd like.


Now if you'll excuse me, I'm meeting Carl onboard the Venture in ten minutes. If you don't mind?

Jack Driscoll is the celebrated playwright of the depression, writing for various theaters in New York working for the "Federalist" theater specifically, notorious for it's democratic ideals and it's thoughts ahead of the time. Visually he stands at six-two, a lanky yet well muscled individual who resembles something of a stork with a hooked nose and a mop of black hair.

Personality wise, Jack's a quiet individual who's passion is masked by a deep shyness stemming from his childhood and an overly boisterous mother and father. His older brother passed away as he was starting college (at the start of the great war) and as far as relationships go he's currently rumored to be seeing many starlets and ingenues, however his real mistress is the work, his lover whatever female character he's penning for the stage and screen. However Jack Driscoll doesn't do Love stories. Of course not. he's all about drama and the human condition.

Jack Driscoll is property of Merian C. Cooper and Edgar Wallace (the Original Authors) He was borrowed by Fran Walsh, Phillippea Boyens, and Peter Jackson (a few of the remarkers) and he's PB'd by Adrian Brody and Bruce Cabot (hey, props to old school) While the fella doesn't mind being overly used (and no, he doesn't miss the semantic pun there) he'd like it to be known that he's being borrowed once again by me and all credit for him should go to Merian Cooper, and the rest of the re-writers cause this is for milliways_bar from which no profit is being made. My jack's mostly Peter Jackson's Jack, but there's some Cabot in there as well for spice, true to old school as they say. Names not mine. nothing mine, nothing.