[fic] futuristic orange: gravity visor PART TWO
Yes, yes. This is "section two [Jones] / 'Jenny' "
Forgot to post this hours ago. Almost done part three.
Remember, it's not edited.
At night, in the middle of the city, a crossdresser was being harassed by mistaken thugs. The scene was a naturally occuring object around downtown, especially after dark.
Jones, who crossdressed as a young girl with short blue hair and dressed in warm white clothing, was being backed up against a brick wall by a group of nearly five thugs. He was fairly experienced in fighting, but he wondered what the outcome of the night would be. Five verses one? He nearly laughed at himself for allowing to be caught in a mess like this.
"You don't have to be scared, girl. I promise we'll be real nice. So nice, you'll never want to run away," one of the thugs said and grinned as he pulled out a flickblade, licking it slowly.
Just before Jones was about to knee him in the gut, an older woman with white hair stepped into the scene and pushed the closest thug back. "Don't come closer!" she shouted firmly.
"What you got to do with this, old hag?" another thug asked, his voice a little squeaky. "Just back off... or maybe we'll bring you along with the girl, hm? You'd like some lovin', wouldn't--"
"Oh!" she shouted loudly, catching the attention of some passersby. "Five strong men trying to take advantage of a girl and an old woman? How cowardly! How pathetic! Let's take pity on them!" She began howling and some people were standing along the plank boardwalk to watch. A scene was being created.
The thug with the knife, who was apparently the leader, put the knife away and started walking down the closest alley. "Che! You'll regret this night, bitch." The other four followed him, equally enraged.
"Be careful," she shouted after them, "you stay angry like that, you'll get into a fight!" She laughed at them as they walked away. The people who were watching turned away and continued with their business.
The woman turned to Jones and smiled. "You okay?"
Jones nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you, ma'am," he said, and was about to leave, but the woman started with:
"It was nothing!" She grabbed Jones' upper arm and stared walking with him down the plank. "Say, how about I take you to the carnival tomorrow? It's going to be a lot of fun, I bet!" She leaned down to his face, and it occured to him that she misunderstood, too.
She thought Jones was a girl.
He didn't particularly mind it, but he always thought it attracted the wrong kind of attention. Even so, crossdressing was a passion of his, and thought he'd never be able to let it go.
"I don't think..." He bit his lip as he thought.
Jones didn't like carnivals. Bad people were always drawn to him, whether it was guys trying to pick him up, or girls trying to make him look bad, or children trying to play fairytale with him as the princess. One after the other, bothersome things would cling to him, and make him feel heavy. After years, Jones had given up on looking for someone, and decided to only believe in himself.
Was this woman any different? If his mind was the only place he can be sure of anything, how does he know everything outside it isn't a dream? Can he be sure everything up the point he's living wasn't fake? His own self, full of his own thoughts, was all he could believe in. It was all that was real.
But despite his obvious reluctance, the old woman pestered: "Oh, come now! I'm not an old beast! How about I pay? You'll enjoy it, I promise!" Her smile was still bright, shinning down infectious rays of joy.
"I don't deserve it," Jones blurted and instantly regretted it. He was too lost in his thoughts to think about what he was saying. What would the old woman say? Would she reject him? Be offended? Yes, probably. She's just like the others, isn't she?
"Hahaha!" she laughed and Jones stared at her. Was she laughing at him? She was, wasn't she?
At first Jones felt appalled, but then she continued:
"You're so cute! You know, everyone deserves a little bit of happiness every once in a while, at least. I promise I'll pay for everything, and you don't have to pay me back one cent. How about it?"
He looked at her and then down at his feet. "Yeah. Sure." His words were quickly spoken, and then he began to walk away.
"Alright! I'll see you at the carnival tomorrow!" she called after him, but he didn't turn around to reply. He just kept walking, his mind blank, until he reached the door to his apartment. It was a small apartment in one of the old buildings, only slightly modified to suit the new situation. There were many scratches on his door, obviously from those who hated him.
Crossdressing was less popular than unpopular. It was very looked down upon, and crossdressers, who were revealed to be crossdressers, were often harassed and beaten. Sometimes they were killed. Most thought crossdressers were gay, and lied a lot. It was shameful to hit on a crossdresser, but most would never know they were trying to pick one up.
Jones entered his apartment and deadbolted it from the inside. He quickly shed all his clothes, leaving a trail behind him to the bedroom, where he put on some baggy shorts and a tight short-sleeved shirt before falling back on a helium futon. He stared at the ceiling, and thought about how, back in the normal world, the ceiling would be the floor, and the floor would be the ceiling. He had to go through considerable hardships just to make the apartment habitable, like nailing a stool to the ground so he could reach the fridge, as well as buying a helium futon.
Why did this have to happen? Were humans given up on? Did God leave them to die? To suffer? Because that was what was happening. Everyday, all the time, around the world.
Over a century ago, humans were happily walking on the solid ground. On soil. On Earth. People were afraid of falling into the sea, not the sky. But one day, Earth decided to turn its back on humanity, and reverse their gravity. Over half the human population died, just like that. Not to mention the backlash, which caused thousands of suicides, and even more to simply lose all morality. Many people just stopped caring, and many people turned into empty shells.
Plank Government was set up, and some semblance of order was maintained across the globe. Even to this day, it is the Plank Government that rules over everything.
But, why did it turn out this way?
Jones turned over to look outside, the sky dark and ground darker. He always felt like something was wrong. It was probably the fact humans were supposed to stick to the ground, and not fall into the sky.
Forgot to post this hours ago. Almost done part three.
Remember, it's not edited.
At night, in the middle of the city, a crossdresser was being harassed by mistaken thugs. The scene was a naturally occuring object around downtown, especially after dark.
Jones, who crossdressed as a young girl with short blue hair and dressed in warm white clothing, was being backed up against a brick wall by a group of nearly five thugs. He was fairly experienced in fighting, but he wondered what the outcome of the night would be. Five verses one? He nearly laughed at himself for allowing to be caught in a mess like this.
"You don't have to be scared, girl. I promise we'll be real nice. So nice, you'll never want to run away," one of the thugs said and grinned as he pulled out a flickblade, licking it slowly.
Just before Jones was about to knee him in the gut, an older woman with white hair stepped into the scene and pushed the closest thug back. "Don't come closer!" she shouted firmly.
"What you got to do with this, old hag?" another thug asked, his voice a little squeaky. "Just back off... or maybe we'll bring you along with the girl, hm? You'd like some lovin', wouldn't--"
"Oh!" she shouted loudly, catching the attention of some passersby. "Five strong men trying to take advantage of a girl and an old woman? How cowardly! How pathetic! Let's take pity on them!" She began howling and some people were standing along the plank boardwalk to watch. A scene was being created.
The thug with the knife, who was apparently the leader, put the knife away and started walking down the closest alley. "Che! You'll regret this night, bitch." The other four followed him, equally enraged.
"Be careful," she shouted after them, "you stay angry like that, you'll get into a fight!" She laughed at them as they walked away. The people who were watching turned away and continued with their business.
The woman turned to Jones and smiled. "You okay?"
Jones nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you, ma'am," he said, and was about to leave, but the woman started with:
"It was nothing!" She grabbed Jones' upper arm and stared walking with him down the plank. "Say, how about I take you to the carnival tomorrow? It's going to be a lot of fun, I bet!" She leaned down to his face, and it occured to him that she misunderstood, too.
She thought Jones was a girl.
He didn't particularly mind it, but he always thought it attracted the wrong kind of attention. Even so, crossdressing was a passion of his, and thought he'd never be able to let it go.
"I don't think..." He bit his lip as he thought.
Jones didn't like carnivals. Bad people were always drawn to him, whether it was guys trying to pick him up, or girls trying to make him look bad, or children trying to play fairytale with him as the princess. One after the other, bothersome things would cling to him, and make him feel heavy. After years, Jones had given up on looking for someone, and decided to only believe in himself.
Was this woman any different? If his mind was the only place he can be sure of anything, how does he know everything outside it isn't a dream? Can he be sure everything up the point he's living wasn't fake? His own self, full of his own thoughts, was all he could believe in. It was all that was real.
But despite his obvious reluctance, the old woman pestered: "Oh, come now! I'm not an old beast! How about I pay? You'll enjoy it, I promise!" Her smile was still bright, shinning down infectious rays of joy.
"I don't deserve it," Jones blurted and instantly regretted it. He was too lost in his thoughts to think about what he was saying. What would the old woman say? Would she reject him? Be offended? Yes, probably. She's just like the others, isn't she?
"Hahaha!" she laughed and Jones stared at her. Was she laughing at him? She was, wasn't she?
At first Jones felt appalled, but then she continued:
"You're so cute! You know, everyone deserves a little bit of happiness every once in a while, at least. I promise I'll pay for everything, and you don't have to pay me back one cent. How about it?"
He looked at her and then down at his feet. "Yeah. Sure." His words were quickly spoken, and then he began to walk away.
"Alright! I'll see you at the carnival tomorrow!" she called after him, but he didn't turn around to reply. He just kept walking, his mind blank, until he reached the door to his apartment. It was a small apartment in one of the old buildings, only slightly modified to suit the new situation. There were many scratches on his door, obviously from those who hated him.
Crossdressing was less popular than unpopular. It was very looked down upon, and crossdressers, who were revealed to be crossdressers, were often harassed and beaten. Sometimes they were killed. Most thought crossdressers were gay, and lied a lot. It was shameful to hit on a crossdresser, but most would never know they were trying to pick one up.
Jones entered his apartment and deadbolted it from the inside. He quickly shed all his clothes, leaving a trail behind him to the bedroom, where he put on some baggy shorts and a tight short-sleeved shirt before falling back on a helium futon. He stared at the ceiling, and thought about how, back in the normal world, the ceiling would be the floor, and the floor would be the ceiling. He had to go through considerable hardships just to make the apartment habitable, like nailing a stool to the ground so he could reach the fridge, as well as buying a helium futon.
Why did this have to happen? Were humans given up on? Did God leave them to die? To suffer? Because that was what was happening. Everyday, all the time, around the world.
Over a century ago, humans were happily walking on the solid ground. On soil. On Earth. People were afraid of falling into the sea, not the sky. But one day, Earth decided to turn its back on humanity, and reverse their gravity. Over half the human population died, just like that. Not to mention the backlash, which caused thousands of suicides, and even more to simply lose all morality. Many people just stopped caring, and many people turned into empty shells.
Plank Government was set up, and some semblance of order was maintained across the globe. Even to this day, it is the Plank Government that rules over everything.
But, why did it turn out this way?
Jones turned over to look outside, the sky dark and ground darker. He always felt like something was wrong. It was probably the fact humans were supposed to stick to the ground, and not fall into the sky.