Daily Dialogue: My Nightingale, Part II

Here’s the link to Part I, if you missed it. Continuing a little challenge I gave myself yesterday: to write a serialized story over the course of a few days without knowing how or when it’ll end. Except with unlikable characters. Here’s Part III, too.

Alessandra
Why were you traveling?

Imogen
Why do I have to talk to you?

Alessandra
You don’t. You could scream for help. I’ll scream, too. I’ve done it for years and no one’s come to save me. But there’s a trick about you.

Imogen
I’m a puzzle? A joke?

Alessandra
You woke up in a strange place after a car accident, but you’re not acting close to anyone who would’ve been in your situation.

Imogen
What, you take in injured all the time?

Alessandra
No, but I know people. Hurt people. They fall into certain… patterns. None of which you’ve fallen into. You’ve danced around some, like wanting a phone call, but it seems like you just wanna go through the motions of what’s expected. If I may be so bold, Imogen, I don’t think you wanna leave. Not that you wanna stay HERE, because no one does. But you definitely don’t wanna go.

Imogen
I see.

Alessandra
Am I right?

Imogen
Maybe.

Alessandra
Oh, c’mon, that was worthy of some detective doctorate. Do detectives have doctorates? I’ll have to check that.

Imogen
Fine, you’re right.

Alessandra
Yay!

Imogen
Happy now?

Alessandra
No one’s truly happy. Happiness is just a delusion that falls on you twixt the bad times.

Imogen
Where’d the poetry come from?

Alessandra
It comes and goes. To stave off the boredom here, you have to be prepared for full introspection, or full-retard.

Imogen
That’s not very PC.

Alessandra
I’m at home, I can say what I want. If you don’t like it, feel free to call and report me.

Imogen
Ha. Ha.

Alessandra
Yeah, you’re right, it’s not nice to pick on the cripple.

Imogen
I don’t have to put up with this.

Alessandra
Ok, I’m sorry. Well?

Imogen
“Well?”

Alessandra
Why were you running?

Imogen
Who said I was running?

Alessandra
Why were you… traveling?

Imogen
Issues.

Alessandra
Like comics?

Imogen
No, not like comics.

Alessandra
Magazines?

Imogen
Lay off the periodicals. I meant issues as in–

Alessandra
I know what you meant. I’m just trying to lighten you up, get you loosey-goosey. Do you want some booze? Or pot?

Imogen
One of those is illegal.

Alessandra
Not if it’s medicinal.

Imogen
You’re a nurse who steals from her job?

Alessandra
I’m a nurse who picks up her prescription from her job.

Imogen
It’s not for, uh, recreation? With Bob Marley and a track of blacklights?

Alessandra
Not everyone who smokes does it for goofy shit. I fucking hate stoners. People like them make it hard for people who NEED pot to be taken seriously.

Imogen
I’m sorry. So, why do you smoke?

Alessandra
Quid pro quo, Clarice.

Imogen
I see. Well… I started traveling a few weeks ago. Family trouble.

Alessandra
The best reason for road trips.

Imogen
I guess. There was a fight, and I left to find myself.

Alessandra
You didn’t go to somewhere like Bali like the other spoiled girls?

Imogen
What makes you think I’m spoiled?

Alessandra
Imogen isn’t the most normal name.

Imogen
And Alessandra’s a name that suddenly springs to mind?

Alessandra
Your wreck used to be a Mercedes. You don’t look old enough to have earned a Mercedes. Which also helped make me think you were Sarah Mitchell.

Imogen
Fair enough. I wasn’t spoiled, though.

Alessandra
Yeah. Sure.

Imogen
I wasn’t fucking spoiled, ok?! Yes, ok, my parents were rich, but that doesn’t mean that they showered me with affection.

Alessandra
So you left because you were unloved?

Imogen
Am I a fucking cripple of a cliché over here? No, of course not.

Alessandra
What was the fight about, then?

Imogen
Quid pro pro, Clarice. Wait, shit, I fucked that up.

Alessandra
Heh, yeah, you did.

Imogen
You know what I mean.

Alessandra
No, I don’t. Latin’s a hard language, like either Chinese one.

Imogen
There are two Chinese?

Alessandra
Mandarin and Cantonese.

Imogen
That’s mean. And rude.

Alessandra
Mispronouncing a single syllable can ruin the entire sentence. So, get it right.

Imogen
Quid… Quid… Quid… Quid quo pro! Quid quo pro!

Alessandra
There ya go. Ulcer.

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