ScriptWorks 30/60/90 - 26 August 2013

Prompt:
Choose two previously written characters that interest you.  Let them converse  in iambic pentameter or rhyming couplets.-Katie Pearl, writer/director/performer

Response:

KIKI, 24, a pretty young girl with long dreads, dressed in dirty clothes, sits next to a dumpster eating fried chicken from a greasy box.
ROY, 35, in his wheelchair, rolls up.  Roy gives Kiki a nod.

KIKI
Hey.

ROY
Hey.

Kiki hesitates and then picks up the box of chicken and holds it out toward Roy.

KIKI
Hungry?

Roy looks in the box, makes a little face and shakes his head.

ROY
No.

Kiki lowers the box and goes back to the piece of chicken in her hand.

ROY
Is that all you got to eat?

Kiki sets the chicken down and looks at Roy.

KIKI
Beggars can’t be choosers.

ROY
Not for me.  I had a good dinner.

KIKI
Then what you doin’ back here?

Roy rolls his eyes and looks at the heavens.

ROY
This judge said I needed to go to a therapist...

KIKI
Judge?

ROY
I shot a dog.

KIKI
What!?  Are you crazy?!

ROY
That’s what the judge wanted to know.

KIKI
Still don’t explain what you’re doin’ around back here.

ROY
So the judge sent me to a therapist...

KIKI
I’ve heard that bit.

ROY
The therapist said...

Roy stops and rolls his eyes.  Kiki waves her hands motioning for Roy to get on with it.

ROY
The therapist said I had to go out and talk to some... strangers.  She wanted me to read some poetry.

KIKI
Fuck poetry.

ROY
That’s what I said.

KIKI
This therapist sent you out to talk to stranger and you couldn’t just go to the local block party or the country club or the mall or somethin’.

ROY
I hate those places.

KIKI
But stinkin’ alleys...

ROY
(hesitatingly)
I... got shot in Iraq.

KIKI
(annoyed)
Boo-hoo.

ROY
(angry)
I was saving your ass!

KIKI
My ass?!  My ass!?  How was killin’ people in Iraq savin’ my ass!?  I sleep under a bridge and dig dinner outta the garbage.  Ain’t no Iraqi ever hurt me.

ROY
I... it’s... complicated.

KIKI
Bullshit.

ROY
(angry)
You... you little bitch!

KIKI
Some therapist sends you out to make friends and you’re such a loser that the only people you can find to talk to are... are...

ROY
Other people like me.

Silence.

KIKI
Sure you don’t want some chicken?

Kiki holds out the box.  Roy takes a piece.
Curtain.