This choice: With Cerys Porter, for a Goth Punk Combination • Go Back...Chapter #16When Darkness overlaps with Darkness by: Trampltrum   Booting the door open with one foot, Jean began to stomp her way into her new dorm room in an over-the-top fashion. Or she would have if not for a sudden blast of loud heavy metal music had not washed over her instead.
It seemed the doors around here were pretty soundproof; or at the very least Jean had just not been paying attention until that point to notice it.
Not that Jean didn’t enjoy the booming rebellious cacophony that was spilling out of one of the set of bedrooms, in fact it tickled her a little, in that her roommate might be just as much a rebel as she was.
Tossing her suitcase to one side, Jean decided to investigate.
“HEY!” the diminutive red-head barked, her voice temporarily drowning out the heavy bass. The music came to a sudden stop and the sound of footsteps replaced it.
“What?” came a low voice as Jean’s roommate revealed herself. She was a tall lanky girl with long black hair that trailed to her waist, a pink skunk-stripe running past her left eye with a small scowl on her pursed lips; and her clothing choice just was as dark as her raven-colored hair. A black corset with metal rings clung to her thin waist, while a mildly frilly black skirt dangled below. The black corset lead up to a modest bust; covered by a thin black material that served as a top, running down her arms until it ringed her middle finger. Heavy makeup gave her a pallid skin-tone (or perhaps it was just genuinely a lack of sunlight), while her lips and nails were painted just as black as her clothes.
“Nothin’” Jean shrugged, “just wondered if my roommate was gonna be a total bitch or not”.
“Nah, bitches are three doors down the hall on the left” the goth stated flatly with a light smirk, causing Jean to let out an involuntary laugh. “Name’s Cerys Porter,” the gothic girl added, seeing that she had managed to break the ice, “You?”
“Jean” the spunky red-head replied, Cerys raised an eyebrow at the lack of a last name. Not questioning this, Cerys changed the subject.
“So you a freshman? Haven’t seen you around before” the dark-clothed teen commented. Jean huffed at this; she may have just arrived, but she was seventeen, so that didn’t mean she was some newbie right?
“Maybe” Jean replied. She wasn’t sure if she liked this girl yet. She was asking some annoying questions...just like everyone else she ever met, but her taste in music and clothing made her appear like she had more in common with Jean than not.
“Well if you need someone to show you around, let me know” Cerys continued, “I have been around here and know the ins and outs like the back of my hand; how to get to class and avoid the crowds, where the rich girls keep their booze and where to go if you need to disappear for an hour or two.”
This caused Jean to reconsider; Cerys was certainly not like the carbon-copy overly-helpful overly-cheerful overly-annoying girls who acted like they could do no wrong and were just being helpful to further their standing with the teachers. “Perhaps I shall take you up on that” Jean replied after a bit of deliberation.
“Awsome” the lanky goth replied. As she did, a loud gurgle cut across the threshold of the room.
“Uh-Huh, looks like someone is starving though...” Jean noted, nodding towards Cerys’s midsection.
Yeeeeeah, how about the first place I show you is the dining hall?” Cerys almost sheepishly suggested.
Chuckling to herself, Jean agreed. The pair then left together, discussing the music Cerys had been blasting out of her speaker system as they walked.
It was not a long walk to the dining hall, and it was certainly an odd one if you paid attention enough. As they walked, Jean kept noticing out of the corner of her eye how…big the other girls were here. Everywhere she looked there were strained taut clothes, tops missing a button, pants undone to allow massive guts to breath. “Was this just one of those states where the obesity level was sky-high?” Jean thought to herself. Satisfied with her answer, she turned back to her new friend as she regaled stories of the latest concert she had been to.
Both teens lined up for the self-service buffet, observing the massive smorgasbord of culinary delights before them. It was heaven for the heavyset girls that flanked the punk and goth pair; but the duo barely filled anything on their plates, contrasting heavily with the food-based mountains on their contemporaries dishes.
Swiftly leaving the line, they found a bench far away from the rest of the social circles. As the duo made their way to the table, Cerys felt something bump her in the bony hip, something soft and squishy.
“Hey Cer!” came a cheery voice to the gothic girl’s flank.
“Hey Violet” Cerys replied, which swiftly changed the new girl’s expression from cheerful to pissed-off.
“Ugh! I am so sick of that name, just call me Vi!” she snapped, as Cerys smirked away.
“You know I am only joking” Cerys almost purred. As the commotion escalated, Jean peered around her new friend to get a good look at who dared to interrupt Jean talking to her new friend.
This annoying new girl was about Cerys’s height, with caramel-colored skin, black hair in a drastic-undercut style that slowly turned a blood-red color and piercings galore in her ear and nose; largest of which was a large ring like a bull’s running through the front of her nose. She wore ripped jeans with a spiked belt, big spikey boots and a tank-top that was not only ripped but doing a pathetic job of containing this girl’s impressive pair of assets.
As Jean sat down, she found this “Violet” girl sat her plump rump across from her, while Cerys sat to the new girl’s right. As Jean began to eat her food in silence (a courtesy Violet did not extend back), Cerys began to return to the previous topic of their favorite bands. Good, this took Jean’s mind off Violet, who was currently making pleasured “coo” noises as she helped herself to the mountain of rich decedent food on her plate.
As conversation petered out between the roommates, Violet jumped in. Coughing loudly, the spiked-up girl caught Jean’s eye. Or rather, her bust did. It was almost lewd, the way Violet’s frankly huge chest seemed to wobble and jostle with only the scantest of movement; occasionally resting on the table due to their huge size and girth.
“Hi hun, name’s Vi” the dark-skinned teen almost purred as Jean broke her stare with the vast canyon of cleavage that seemed to almost pour from Violet’s inadequate top. “Checking me out were you?” Violet continued, placing her elbows on the table and giving her chest a bit of a squeeze as she scooped up a heaving forkful of apple-pie and pushed it past her bat-colored lips, licking her mouth as the heavy lump of food wound its way into her plump belly.
“No not really” Jean dryly responded, turning back to her meager portions. Violet seemed a bit taken aback at this; how could someone just simply…NOT give her attention like that?
Seeing the shocked expression on her friend, Cerys stepped in. “Easy Vi, if she isn’t interested she isn’t interested; now get back to your food…” the goth stated calmly before adding, “not that I think you should unless you want to get your butt stuck in the chairs by the end of the semester, like that upperclassman did.”
“Hey, at least I eat real portions” Violet snapped back huffily. At this Jean looked over, watching the friends little spat once again.
“Hey” Cerys retorted, “you know why I can’t eat that much…”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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