Dialogues.

This week, Justin and I went out and picked two people (that is, we had a couple of people each) to write imaginary dialogue for. Here is what we came up with.

Justin's Dialogue:
Herbert hovered over Coleen while the computer booted up.
“It’s not gonna change anything, babe,” she said, rubbing his hand and at the same time stilling his fingers from drumming on the table.
“That’s easy for you to say,” he snapped. She removed her hand. “I’m sorry—I’m just scared is all.”
“There’s nothin’ you can do ‘bout it, so why not just let it lie?”
“They might not’ve posted it yet,” He said, crossing his fingers. “Court systems ain’t always on top of things.”
When the computer was up, Coleen clicked on the internet and typed in a website.
“Want to do it or you want me to do it?” she asked. Herbert looked down at the floor for a minute as if the answer would swim to him through the blue and gray of the carpet.
“You better,” he replied finally.
Coleen clicked and typed for a minute while Herbert’s eyes avoided the screen.
“You’re in the clear, babe!” she exclaimed, pulling on his sweatshirt. He looked at the screen, just to be on the safe side, and sure enough, she was right. There was a violent offender named Jeremy Sullivan, but there was no sign of a sex offender named Herbert Sullivan.
“Phew,” he sighed, “I knew if you checked I’d be in the clear—you’re good luck.”

Phillip's dialogue:

"I don't know," Roy said. "I mean, if you look at all the contributing factors over the past couple decades, it was bound to happen."

Roger nodded.
"Shit. I know. We shoulda seen it comin'."
He leaned back and adjusted his cap.
"Hindsight's twenty-twenty, though. That's what they say, right?"

Roy shook his head.
"Still. Why the hell didn't anyone do anything? I mean, what the hell was the SEC doing for twenty--shit, thirty years? Where was the oversight?"

"Hell, I don't know. I don't know."

"I mean they act all confused. They shoulda known."
Roy took a sip from his coffee.
"I mean, they just act like the stock market is this big monster. They think we don't know shit. They're playing us for fucking fools."

Roger stretched and let out a yawn.
"Fuck, I don't know man."

"Well, it just pisses me off, ya know? Christ, we're all losing money because some lazy fuckers didn't do their goddamn jobs."

Roger nodded and stared absently at his coffee cup.

"For fuck's sake. We should fire 'em all. Put 'em all in prison. Burn 'em all at the goddamn stake. Those goddamn sons of bitches."

Roger nodded.

"If I was in charge, that's what I'd do. That's what I'd do."
Roy's voice trailed off a bit.
"That's--that's--that's what I'd do."

Roger and Roy both looked down at the table, lost in their thoughts and silent.
Suddenly, Roger sat up straight.

"Shit, man. I gotta piss."