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The Rejects of Society (Milenko x Dr. Nibbles)

xMILENKOx

Supernova
Joined
Jan 16, 2009
Location
UK
All was silent, only the sound of the tide gently crashing against the sandy shores and the cries of seagulls could be heard throughout the seemingly abandoned Paradise Springs housing development. As the sun rose over the horizon the partially constructed ghost town emerged upon the coast, it was not far from the beach but a good distance away from the chaos of city. Rows upon rows of houses in different states of construction were lined up in a typically suburban style, some were almost finished and just missing windows, electrics and water while others were just foundations in the ground. Paradise Springs was supposed to be a brand new housing development that would have provided high quality low cost living to many local families, however the recession came and the project fell through and for almost ten years the skeletal houses stood abandoned and forgotten. Surprisingly they remained untouched by the local homeless and criminals, leaving this pseudo hamlet open to anyone willing to travel the long distance from town. Though the seclusion of Paradise Springs was a welcome setting to the local alternative scene looking for a place to party.

First came the punks, settling like anarchist pilgrims they made themselves at home and their parties became the talk of the town amongst the cities youths who chose to reject mainstream society and it did not take long for Paradise Springs to become a small community for alternative youths looking for a place to party far from their parents and the police. However to live in such a lawless land came at a price and in Paradise Springs that price came adorned in swastikas, combat boots and shaved heads. Unfortunately the city had a major problem with white supremacists and Neo-Nazis, the young ones of which found their way to Paradise Springs.

It was 6:15am and those who did not make the long journey back to the city the night before and those who chose to live here in Paradise Springs were sound asleep, fatigued from another night of partying. Though one person was awake, a tall slim yet slightly muscular punk stood leaning against the open window frame of the main punk house. The actual window had never been fitted and only a large rectangular hole was in its place, with his left forearm resting against the window frame the young man who was clad only in a pair of red boxer shorts stood casually smoking as he watched the sun rise through tired blood shot eyes. This was Blake Talbot, the self proclaimed leader of the punks and savior of Paradise Falls. Blake was a 25 year old punk and one of the first people to come here, like most he wanted to get away from the city and of coarse his family.

Blake's naked arms and torso was almost covered in tattoos in a punk rock style, spider webs and skulls making up the most of his ink while a large anti-fascist logo was worm proudly tattooed on the left side of his chest. Blake had a long bright red mohawk with the sides shaved down to the scalp, his face was clean shaven and piercings decorated his handsome features; a silver horse shoe ring hung from his septum while a a pair of silver rings were in his lower lip in the snake bite fashion and numerous silver rings adorned his ears. His ice blue eyes were blood shot and dark rings surrounded them, he led a life of sex, drugs and rock n' roll and saw no need to change his ways. With a sigh he finished of his cigarette and tossed the but out of the window, his mouth was dry and his head a little sore. The empty whiskey bottle next to the mattress on the floor that he called his bed was obviously the cause.

With a playful grin his eyes fell upon a naked punk girl wrapped in his bed sheets snoozing away.
"Oh, shit.. who are you?" Blake whispered to himself not really sure who she was before rubbing his tired eyes. The parties that took place in these houses were known to get wild, bands would play, people would get fucked up on what ever drugs or booze they could get their hands on and at some point later in the night it was no surprise to see people fucking. Carefully Blake sneaked toward the bed, trying not to wake the woman in his bed, lifting a sleeveless black 'The Casualties' t-shirt from his pile of clothes at the foot of the bed he covered his naked torso before leaving the room.

As he walked out onto the landing he was greeted by the familiar site of unconscious punks and other misfits sprawled all over the house, as he descended the stairs he had to step over bodies to get down to the living room which was even worse. Snores and grunts occasionally came from some of the seemingly lifeless people who lay on the furniture and floors of the house, Blake was used to this and without a care entered the kitchen in the hope of getting some coffee. The kitchen was strangely darker than the rest of the house, but then it was one of the smallest rooms. With no real appliances in it, it did not look like much of a kitchen however there was a gas powered camping stove and a few pots and pans one of which Blake lifted and carried over to a large bucket of water. Dunking the steel pot into the water until it was almost filled Blake then carried it over to the camping stove to boil it.
 
Chris Wexler was a goth girl from the wrong side of the train tracks. Believe it or not, her new found friends and family in the alternative world are more supporitve and loving than her real family ever was. Her family was in the most basic terms, white trailer trash; abusive, alchoholic sloths who only cared their daughter ran away because she was a tax write off. Chris was 19, and though such a youth living on her own seems odd to most, she left much earlier. Dropping out of high school at 16 and roaming the streets panhandling, drug dealing and sometimes worse for money. Finally she found refuge in Paradise Springs, the abandoned project along the coast. It was a chaotic haven for those to be free from oppression and sorrow. It was a constant party for most, especially Chris.

Chris was still a bit cross-faded, naked and dizy, lying in the bed of the unspoken leader of this Alternative Eden, Blake Talbot. She remembered vaugly how last nights events unfolded, and if the several used condoms in the trash beside her were any indication it was one hell of a good one. Chris couldn't get back to sleep as the summer sun rose. Her head pounding and her body sore. She got up, grabbing her lace panties she stole from a Fredrick's outlet and a torn-up, sleavless Misfits t-shirt from Blakes pile of clothes. The sun illuminated her pefectly, small, perky tits and tattooed ribcage that were made to look like exposed bone through torn flesh, down her cleavage a chinese dragon curled and squrimed its way to her delicate womanhood, eyeing it as if it were the very treasure it gaurded. She swam in the shirt, making it more of a night gown than anything.

The tall, pale brunette made her way down stairs, her short, black hair teased and messy, just how she liked it. Her eye shadow was a bit smeared but it only further enhanced the "smokey" look she strode for. Her gentle curves were covered by the oversized t-shirt, though anyone could see everything she had to offer from the sides of the torn shirt. She finally arrived in the kitchen to see if there was any Advil, there he was, the mohawked, tatooed adonis that pleasured her mere hours ago.

Chris bit her lip and snuck up behind him, walking on the balls of her feet before finally lazyily falling onto his back and wrapping her hands around him and feeling his tense, toned body.

"Good morning, handsome." she said with a smile.
 
"Oh.. hey!" Blake replied with dazed surprise as he was still half asleep and did not hear Chris enter the kitchen, his eyes soon looked down to her arms wrapped around him and he could not help but smile. Even though he could not remember her name or what they had done the night before, Blake welcomed this loving embrace that was never normally the response he got from most girls the morning after. Usually they would sneak away regretting what they had done or stay in bed for hours thinking of how they were going to look him in the eyes when they next saw him.

As the pot of water began to boil on the camping stove Blake turned around to face Chris, he remained in her arms and casually reached his hands behind her placing them firmly on her ass as he pulled her close and kissed her softly on the lips.
"Coffee?" He whispered as he broke the kiss, his eyes fixed on her's as he awaited a response. The smokey eyes of the young goth made Blake shiver and he grinned as he looked down to see her wearing his t-shirt. Blake really liked goth girls but most of them avoided him like the plague, after all it was not cool for the goths to hang out with the punks and it was even less cool for them to let a brutish punk fuck them.

((Sorry its so short, had abit of writers... :/ ))
 
(Don't worry about it mate. Thats what bugs me is people always think that you ALWAYS have to write a shit ton but sometimes doing that just makes you drag on. That actually killed a roleplay in the past)

Blake's lips pressed softly against Chris', she blushed slightly and slipped her tongue into his mouth. She stood a bit on her toes and kissed him deeper, loving the feeling of his strong hands on her tight, young ass. Blake pulled away, Chris fought a frown that it was over.

"Sure, I could use some." Chris replied, blushing when he turned. Blake was probably the hottest guy in Paradise Springs. Chris usually stayed away from punks, but this one, this one was different. And she liked it. She looked at his short boxers and bit her lip at his hot ass, incapable of holding back her lust. If he was down, she'd totally let him fuck her on the table, right here, right now, no condom.

Chris was never known as being a "conservative" girl. In fact she was most often considered the opposite, almost always hooking up during parties and at clubs. But seldom did she actually feel so good about someone after the fact. Sure when she was rolling, high or drunk she would be all over the guy (or girl) but it wasn't often that she cared two shits for the person the morning after. Not that Chris was thinking about going straight and settling down with the guy, but it probably won't be just a one night stand this time around.

Chris slapped and gave a little grope to Blakes ass before walking to another cupboard. "Do we have any asprin or something, my head is still a little murky." she said still smiling.
 
As the water came to boil, Blake lifted two mugs from a cupboard and began making their coffee. It was still early and all the other people in the house were asleep and for now Blake and Chris were the only people awake and in the kitchen. "So whats your name?.. I don't normally make too cups." Blake asked with a grin as he he lifted the two cups of coffee as Chris grabbed his ass, he could not help but laugh as she caught him of guard and he spilt a little hot coffee on his t-shirt. Setting the two cups on the counter he then took off his t-shirt and used it the wipe the coffee of his chest. His slim yet muscular torso was now on show as he stood in just his boxer shorts, the slightly tanned flesh of his torso arms and neck were covered in tattoos with only a few patches of white flesh visible. Most were pretty generic punk rock symbols like skulls, spider webs and statements such as 'fuck the system' which was tattooed across his belly but the large anti-fascist logo on the left side of his chest was the most noticeable.

As Chris then asked him for Aspirin he pointed to a cupboard at the far end of the kitchen with a red cross crudely spray painted on it, this was their makeshift medical station after all they were miles from the local hospital and people were always getting hurt through fighting or just being drunk and stupid.
"In the medical box!" Blake replied as he set the damp t-shirt on the counter before he picked up his coffee and began to drink it, it was not the best coffee and lacked sugar and milk but it helped make him feel some what human on these early mornings after a wild party.

Blake's eyes watched Chris closely, as he tried desperately to remember last night. his eyes widening a little as he caught a glimpse of her breasts through the big holes in the sides of his t-shirt where the sleeves should have been. Biting his lip a little he admired her tattooed ribs as he continued to watch her while drinking his coffee. The sounds of snores grunts and the occasional farts echoed from the living room next door where most of the people in the house were sleeping.
 
"You really don't remember me huh?" she said a little disappointed but not unsurprised "I'm Chris, your most recent piece of ass to add to your tally remember?"

Chris moved to the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of, most likely expired, asprin. She took a few and downed it with some ripe, hot coffee. She let out a sigh and finally saw Blake in all of his glory yet again. She smiled and sat down in the chair adjacent to him. She sat cross-legged, her dainty, pale foot toying with his. The two sat in silence for a few moments before she spoke again.

"You're Blake, right?" she smiled biting her lip a bit and eyeing his bare, tattooed chest. "Is there anything you remember about me... Blake?"

Chris spoke with seduction in her voice, her gestures clearly stating that she wanted more of what the glorious punk leader had to offer.
 
As she answered his question Blake rubbed his dizzy head as he tried to remember last night, taking a seat in front of her he just looked at her but could not help but memory's of the night before were lost in a drunken and drug induced daze. "Nope!... I remember taking some pills, not sure what they were... they kinda' looked like skittles!" Blake replied with a playful grin, his eyes soon looking down to her foot as she rubbed it against his foot. He bit his lower lip before finishing his coffee and setting his cop on the counter before standing from his chair, walking over to her he got down on his knees in front of her and gently reached his left hand behind her head and pulled her head forward toward his as he then kissed her softly on the lips while his right hand casually slid between her crossed thighs without a care. "Why don't you remind me.." He teased her before kissing her again while his right hand reached for her warm sex clad in lace panties.

placing his hand flat against the lace her began to cunt through the lace as he kissed down from her lips to the left side of her neck, playfully sucking and biting at her flesh as he continued to enjoy the younger goth girl. The risk of being scene by the any of the people who lay sleeping in drunken stupors next door only made Blake enjoy this more.
"Take off the t-shirt!" He whispered into her ear before nibbling on her earlobe lovingly.
 
Chris chuckled as Blake told of what little he recalled of last night. She smiled and played with her wild black hair. She laid back in her chair as the mostly naked Blake knelt before her, his hands reaching between her soft, tender thighs and immediately attending her womanhood, still freshly ravaged by the same man.

"mmm, alright, no need to ask twice" she said biting her lip and giggling as she took off Blakes shirt to reveal her small, perky, pierced tits and tattooed torso. Chris spread her legs and ran her hands along Blake's buzzed scalp beside his mohawk. As he continued to rub through her quickly dampening panties she moaned and spread her legs wider, placing the arc of her foot on the edge of the cheap, scarred table.
 
Blake kissed down from her lips to the left side of her neck after she removed the t-shirt, her naked torso was so inviting and he was eager to get hold of those perky pierced tits. Softly his lips kissed along her collar bone as his right hand continued to rubbed hard against her lace clad womanhood. A bulge now growing in his boxer shorts as without a care he bright his lips to her left nipple and playfully sucked at the pierced fleshy nub, his tongue flicking against it up and down and around it in a lust filled frenzy. Even though he had fucked her the night before this all felt so new and the added risk of one of the many people asleep in the house walking into the kitchen only spurred Blake on.

With another playful grin he pulled his head away from her chest, licking his lips as he looked down to her panties. Reaching both hands to her sides he took hold of the lace panties and forcefully pulled them down her thighs and eventually off her completely and throwing them to the cold tiled floor. Still on his knees he leaned forward his head moving between her legs as he guided her thighs onto his shoulders and held them firmly in place. The smell of her sex right in his face made him shiver with delight as he his tongue stretched out and slowly licked up her lips to her clit while hi eyes looked up at her full of lust
 
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