Two Characters in Dialog

1: What was that?

2: What?

1: That thing…
Swiping hand in front of face.

2: I don’t see……. Oh! Ouch! What the fuck was that?!
shaking hand as if wiping something good and unexpected off hand

1: That!
Waving hands around head and upper body
Whatever is is it’s annoying as fuck

2: How did we get ourselves into this?

1: I think you said, “Sure, we’ll take the job.” When that weird little guy asked us.

2: Did I ask what the job was first?

1: Nope.

grimacing
2: Humph, I didn’t think so…
Shrugging shoulders and continuing to wave hands around.

The buzzing hum has been gone for a few minutes but 2 continues to wave hands around as though on auto-pilot.

1: I think you can stop now

2: What am I doing now?

1: Waving

2: What?

1: You can stop waving your hands now, that whatever-it-was is gone.

2: Oh. Good. I was getting tired. How’d we get here anyway?

1: Well, I’d say a train or something but I think it was a bus.

2: Bus?

1: Yep. One of those old fashioned school-bussy things. Multicoloured.

2: Hunh

1: That’s your response? We travel to somewhere who-the-fuck-knows on an ancient multicoloured vehicle that seats 20 and all you can say is, “hunh” ?
Shaking head and looking disgusted.

1 begins dusting self off. Clouds of dust rise as 1 brushes self down, clouds grow more and more as though adding to dust rather than subsiding as expected.

2: (coughing) Please stop doing that. You’re making it worse!

The dust cloud has become so bad we can barely see the characters.

1: What the hell…….. (coughing). I was brushing it off.. not on!

2: Well it had other ideas. Just stop what you’re doing. Stop waving your hands around like that- you’ll set something on fire.

1: Fire! Where?

2: Nowhere, (sotto voce) Yet. Just stop moving for one minute and let’s figure out where we are.

1: And then lets figure out when we are.

2: Right. I always forget the when part.

1: Why did it have to be so dusty?

2: Can you focus please? Stop moving. We’ve no idea what’ll happen if you sneeze.

1: Okay. I’ve stopped. (Standing statue-still and all of a sudden looking like an actual stone statue)

They both stand still as the dust swirls around them, covering and then completely obscuring them.

Fade to black.

– Fine –

 

 

 

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