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« on: December 24, 2004, 11:55:43 PM »
this has been tried several times throughout xixax history with little success, but hell, let's give it another go.

i've written a piece of dialogue between two people.

now, whoever wishes to participate must add 10 lines[/u] of dialogue.

simple, yes?

the only rule i must put forth is the following; let's keep the format the same-- no prose, no exposition, no action paragraphs... just lines of dialogue. also, i'd like to keep the story/dialogue between these two characters (introducing new characters into the scene may become confusing). beyond that, take the story wherever you want!

now go!


“Tell me a story.”
“About what?”
“You tell me.”
“I don’t have a story.”
“You don’t have a story? Or you don’t have a story for me?”
“Both, I guess.”
“It can’t be both. It has to be one or the other.”
“No it doesn’t. If I didn’t have a story to begin with, how could I have one for you?”
“Because stories change depending on who you’re telling them to.”
“Yeah, but you’re not getting it. I don’t have a story, period. Not for you or anyone.”
“But you’re not getting it either, because if you were talking to someone else right now, you would probably have one.”
“Who knows these things? Tell me.”
“I don’t know what you want me to tell you.”
“Tell me about something that has happened to you in the last month. Why don’t we start there.”
“Nothing has happened. I went to school, went home. Worked a little. Went out.”
“Went out. With a girl?”
“With friends.”
“Some of them were.”
“But we’re not talking about girlfriends here, just friends who happen to be girls?”
“I don’t have many friends.”
“Girls or guys?”
“Why not?”
“Because, I don’t feel the need to have a lot of friends.”
“Why not?”
“People only have room for a small amount of people to be close to in life.”
“Elaborate on that, if you would.”
“The most popular kid in school is usually the most hated. I don’t trust people with a lot of friends. People with a lot of friends talk shit. I only trust three people. They are my friends. Everyone else- they’re just people you know that you’re cordial with.”
“But why aren’t they your friends?”
“Because my friends, my true friends, are people I would help or maybe even would die for if necessary. People I’m cordial with, I couldn't say I would die for them.”
‘It’s a lonely world for someone without people to back them up.”
“It’s always lonely, no matter who you are.”
“You always have an answer for everything, don’t you.”
“No. Fucked my shit on my SAT’s. Didn’t have those answers.”
“SAT’s are bullshit.”
“I hear they’re racially biased.”
That is bullshit. But that’s another movie in another genre.”
“What genre are we in?”
“Something thrilling, sad, depressing, but with a heart, too.”
“No shit. I’ll wait for video.”
“You’re awfully crass for someone with a gun being pointed at their chest.”
“Look can we just get this over with?”
“Get what over with?”
“Whatever you’re here to do.”
“What do you think I’m here to do?”
“I have no fucking clue. Rob me, kill me, make me suck you’re dick, whatever, just do it. I have nothing to say anymore.”
“You saw what happened here tonight.”
“Not everything. I saw some.”
“Where were you?”
“When it happened? Upstairs.”
“Playing chess?”
“Smoking some hash.”
“Hash? Really? I’m not so sure about that, buddy.”
“How do you know?”
“Someone on hash wouldn’t be nearly as comprehensible and conversational as you are right now. I mean, maybe you’re not smoking as good as shit as you should be, but even if you were smoking the most shwag, nasty, ghetto-ass, oregano-looking, tobacco-laced, nigger-weed hash there is, you’d still be a little wasted. And I’m looking at you now, at your story, and the one thing I know, is that you’re completely sober and full of shit. So tell me.”
“What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Want. From. Me.?”
“Tell me what happened... and where she is... before I blow... your... fucking... head... off.”

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« Reply #1 on: January 14, 2005, 12:44:32 AM »
"Well, like I said, I was upstairs smoking some ha.... I was watching a rerun of The Cosby Show when there's a bang downstairs, I dunno what it is.  I got up to take a look but I had to take a piss so I went into the bathroom down the hall and I was in there when someone started knocking on the door.  I started saying to fuck off, I was in there, you know, only whoever it was wouldn't leave me alone, so I went over to open the door and tell the fucker off but when I opened it, you jabbed a gun in my chest.  Now you're talking about a girl, what girl?  The chambermaid?"
"Chambermaid?  What chambermaid?"
"I dunno, you tell me."
"There was a chambermaid?"
"I dunno, I don't live here."
"You don't?  Well, shit.  What are you doing here then?"
"Well, jesus, didn't you notice all the people downstairs when you walked in?"  
"I got in through a window on the second floor.  You were the first person I saw."
"I was in the bathroom, how'd you see me in there?"
"It's called a light switch.  When you're in a bathroom, you use it to show that the room's occupied."
"A film is - or should be - more like music than like fiction. It should be a progression of moods and feelings. The theme, what's behind the emotion, the meaning, all that comes later." --Stanley Kubrick


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« Reply #2 on: January 15, 2005, 10:26:47 PM »
"Sometimes there are those times when you want to kill a mother fucker."
"Undestandable... I kill mother fuckers, sometimes..."
"No way!"
"I am going to kill you mother fucker!"
"Hey whatever happened to the cute asian girl you wanted to penetrate?"
"I fucked her."
"Did it go well?"
"It went well, who did you kill?"
"Well, i killed her."


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« Reply #3 on: June 12, 2005, 06:09:00 AM »
"waitaminute, when exactly did you kill her?"

"wednesday the fifth"

"ah, man, i fucked her on the twelfth. well, that explains the bashed out brains all over the place"


"what was that sound?"

"oh, my tv diner is ready"

"can we share?"

"fuck you"

"ahhhhhhhhhh, but im hungry"

"well, then... you know what you must do"

"but i dont wanna suck your cock. cant i just eat your shit instead?"

"okey-dockey. open wide"



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« Reply #4 on: June 12, 2005, 06:13:26 AM »
this is a mistake.
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« Reply #5 on: June 12, 2005, 12:21:00 PM »
Quote from: Pubrick
this is a mistake.

context, context, context.


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« Reply #6 on: June 12, 2005, 01:10:37 PM »
"oh man, this shit tastes so bad!"
"yeah, I ate some okra this week..."
"okra? that's what she was found in a pile of"
"exactly. I was force-feeding her it and the bitch shoved some in my mouth."
" then that'd explain the fingers in your shit.."
"I couldn't take her whining after that, so I just grabbed a stone and bashed her in."
"you're a bad person"
"no I'm not..."
"okra? I could understand zucchini, but OKRA?"
(reminiscing)"God, Anacondas is such a shitty movie..."
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« Reply #7 on: June 15, 2005, 07:45:49 PM »
:Sra-I'm-sick!  Sra-I'm sick!
:Yes, you are.  You're very sick.
:No, no.  Say it backwards, shit-wit.  ÒSra-I'm-sick  Say it
:(working it out)
Sra-I'm-sick.   Sick - Òkiss  I'm - Òmy  ÒKiss my!  Sra-I'm-
sick - ÒKiss my arse!
:Em iram!  Em iram!
:No,  I'm not playing this game.
:No, this is serious.  Say it backwards.
:Just say it - you'll see.  It's very serious.  Em iram!  Em iram!
:Iram - Òmarry  Em - Òmarry me!  No, no!  You're a fiend.  
I'm not going to marry a fiend.  A dirty fiend at that.

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« Reply #8 on: June 27, 2005, 07:25:08 PM »
"Lets bring it back to what it's really about."
"And what is it about?"
"You know."
"I know nothing except the cold steel in your hand."
"Thats right, the gun. Still in my hand. Now tell me the truth, all bullshit asside. We both know there were no chambermaids, no hash, and definately no euro skat porn or cock sucking involved in ANY of this."
"So I was just playing dumb, and playing along. So what? I still have nothing to say to you, Tom."
"So you know who I am."
"Yes, even with your mask, your gun, the vocoder, and your delerious masquerade, I know it's you."
"Then you know why I had to kill the concierge."
"She was carrying your child, you sick fucker."
"Well, I don't know that, do I? It could have been your child. That's why I'm here. And I'm still waiting for your story. I was one of the three people you trusted, yet I could not trust you to stay away from the only thing I've ever had in life worth loving. What kind of a shit friendship is that, huh? I suppose if I couldn't trust myself I would keep acquaintences rather than friends, just like you. So go on, because the safety's off. Tell me your story."


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