While some stories in this work are loosely based off true stories, and some characters are loosely based off real people, this story is fiction.
The photo is of J.A. Blanchard from 2014.
The blonde is in Carol's Theater with Jannah, wearing a black, mini sweaterdress, and cowboy hat with southwestern-style, 'hidden' wedge boots. Jannah's wearing a black, spaghetti minidress with some high heels. The young-looking women are seated in a recessed, balcony booth on the second floor, overlooking the stage, and dance floor with a great view.
There's a beautiful woman belly dancing as well as Kira Lebedeva on the stage. She's wearing a very golden, sequined, belly dance outfit. Her height is difficult to make out this far away, but her vividly orange curls that drape down to her knees are quite eye-catching, like her attire. Her skin's apple green. And, her ears are pointed. She has a prehensile tail with a heart tip. The dancer's irises glow orange. "I had no expectation of someone so beautiful, and talented locally," says the blonde. "Well, this technically isn't local. I mean, it's Mesa, but this is a big city." "There's no way she'd be interested in me, but it's worth a try, if they let me meet her." "Why wouldn't she be interested in you?" "Because I don't know how to dance, while she's passionate about it."
"You don't necessarily need to have everything in common to hook up with someone."
"Well, once she finds out I hear voices, she'll run." "I guess. What if she hears voices?"
"What are the odds of that?" "Well, you never know. If she doesn't take an interest in you, maybe she'll want to surprise my husband tonight." "Tonight? That's kind of fast. Do you already know eachother?" "Nah. But, it's worth a try." "Excuse me," says another soprano. They look over to their right to a 5' petite who looks akin to the dancer; but, wearing a maroon minidress; and, maroon, southwestern-style, 'hidden' wedge boots. "There's no way that my sister would be that quick to bed, or interested in someone who can't dance." She sits beside the blonde, "But, I don't dance either. Can I buy you a drink? What'll it be?"
"I don't drink, and while I don't know much in dance, I do enjoy it." The dancer's sister smiles, "I don't drink either. I'm my sister's sober driver. I'd dance more, but I haven't had time for lessons. While she went to dance school, I went to college, and worked my ass off for a doctorate. Now, I'm an English professor." "Oh, you write?" The blonde smiles lightly, pleasantly surprised, because most people don't these days. "Yeah, I occasionally dabble. More honestly, I write quite frequently, and get lost in fiction." "Where do you write?" "Oh, a website called QuoteV. You've probably never heard of it."
"Actually, I used to write on Quizilla, the original site, with a fan following. But, I haven't built up fans on QuoteV. Actually, I just made my own website to blog on. I realized I should pursue to make money off it, instead of just sharing it freely."
"Yuh know, I should probably do that, too. But, I'm always writing fanfiction, and you can't really monetize that without permission. I'm just so infatuated with Nightcrawler from the X-Men, and Excalibur. Are you familiar with Nightcrawler?" "I'd say I'm pretty familiar."
"Great! By the way," she next whispers, "I hear voices, too." She looks to Jannah, "Kidding!" Then, she focuses on the blonde again, "Or, am I? So, what are your voices like, or were you just kidding?"
"They bully me," her face is serious. "They bully you?" Her brows briefly furrow, before continuing, "Why would they bully you? You're so beautiful, and probably skilled, so why do they bully you?" "They're behavior suggests that their men are into me, and that they're jealous. Though, I don't know these men."
"Oh. So, do they seem ugly?" "Yeah. They're pretty ugly. In every way." "Are you being treated for your voices?" "They're not my voices. And, yes, they give me the dopamine-lowering shot to try to stomp out my telepathy. It doesn't work, though. I'm too happy."
"So, do you believe your friend has telepathy, or do you think she's just crazy? In these parts, I've been told, people don't really believe in the X gene." "I believe she's sometimes crazy."
"What a shame. So, you think this is a costume, and makeup?"
"My mother calls the X gene, "A funny chromosome," and tried to explain that we officially have it from Grandmother to Mother to me," the blonde explains. "She mixes up the X gene with the X chromosome, because she's not very DNA-savvy."
"See? Her family officially has the X gene." "It was diagnosed by doctors." "I'm not sure diagnosis is the right way to put it. But, in this backwards cult town, I'm not surprised you used it." "Backwards cult town?" The redhead asks. "You didn't know? Your city is a backwards cult one devoted to denying the X gene." "Which cult?" "Which one says they founded it?" "Oh. So, you're saying that outside of Mesa, people believe in the X gene? I've got some years of travel under my belt, and I never noticed anything." "Well, who'd you travel with, and where to? That's bizarre that you say you're well-traveled, but you don't believe in the X gene. You do realize it's real, right?"
"How could it be real? Marvel's fiction. they made it up." "No, that's just what they want you to believe here. You're friend officially has the X gene, giving telepathy. So, how could it be fiction?" "No. My friend is a paranoid schizophrenic." "Is that what they tell you? You really believe their brain is producing the voices itself? You actually believe their brain creates these messages itself by some kind of random chaos? If that were real, wouldn't the messages floating around in their heads be themselves quoted? It's clearly telepathy when people hear voices by way of their minds. Especially if you listen to them about the voices. Their voices are always saying things that they wouldn't be the source of."
"I know who one of my harassers was. I caught her catfishing with my photos online. How could I catch a catfish by the voices if it weren't telepathy? The woman obsessed over my golden hair for years before she decided to start catfishing. I also heard her snapping regularly over an African-American with long hair, because she's racist, so she was mad that an African-American managed to grow long hair." "You caught the origin of the voice?" Jannah asks. "Yes. Her name was Dariah Hill. She was highly unstable, and ultimately committed suicide. I think. They don't actually say how she died. I just figure it was suicide because she was so nuts, and miserable."
"Well, if the X gene is real, then why does this city call it fiction?"
"Most of this city refuses to believe in genetics, and mutations. Then, the ones who do believe in mutation usually negatively stereotype it as a third world problem that is never functional, or attractive." "But, isn't Marvel popular?" "No. It's not. Not here, it's not. And, most the fans of Marvel here refuse to believe it real, and they like it as just fiction."
"Well, how do you know it's real? You've only ever lived in this city." "Because I'm a mutant."
"So, what do you think of devils?" The dancer's sister asks the blonde. The blonde sighs tiredly, "They're superior to humans. And, more civilized. Humans are deceptive, and antisocial compared to devils. It's all in their hands, and tails. Their tails are emotionally expressive, telling you they like their honest feelings known, unlike humans whom gave up their tails. And, their hands can't play as many musical instruments, telling you they'd rather sing than use a musical instrument. Thus, devils are more civilized than humans. Humans are also more criminal-leaning for why they are deceptive, and reserved. Humans usually don't obey laws, or rules. And, they do not understand them. They whine about nannystates, wanting the civilized world to let them run wild. It's a wonder that humans can dress themselves, or use plumbing." The dancer's sister reaches a hand to the blonde's on the table, and holds only three out of five of the fingers, then smilingly says, "I think you've got a little devil in you."
The blonde smilingly laughs out loud. After, she takes ahold of the green woman's hand via the one being held, then uses her free hand to pull her jaw toward a mouth-to-mouth kiss. The scene fades away.
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