I just wanted to capture 2D's aloofness. He's such a funny person. I love 2D so much!
Nothing much in this piece, but I just felt like writing.
Morning Greetings
Stuart Pot, also known as Stu-Pot or the famously known 2D, sat in the front of his outdated PC, mouse clicking over the familiar e-mails that he had yet to read. He clicked on one e-mail and frowned as he read it's contents.
"Oops," he murmured to himself. He had yet to pay the money for the child support checks. 'Well, at least I gave them Gorillaz goodies.' He thought to himself, deleting the persistent digital letter. He supposed that he could always pay the money at a later time, even though he told that to himself about a month ago prior and he still hadn't done it yet. What harm could another months delay do?
2D was not at all an evil person and he could sometimes be as innocent as a primary school child, but sometimes, he was a bit blank in the head. And what I mean by that is: he basically had nothing flying around in that brain of his, or lack there of.
2D shut down his computer and stood up from the floor. He stretched out his ridiculously long legs and cracked each one of his knuckles. He then let a toothless grin take hold of his lips as he made to exit his room.
He didn't mind the eeriness that the corridors seemed to exude as he took a casual stride in his steps. Before he knew it, he was staring straight at the door leading to the Carpark. The blue haired vocalist stood there for a few moments, black eye sockets listless and wide as a deserted crater.
Was he willing to pay a visit to the Winnebago?
He made his decision by swinging open the Carpark door and stepping foot onto the cement floor. He supposed that it wouldn't hurt to drop by and give a good morning greeting to his good mate Murdoc Niccals. Unfortunately, he didn't know that last night, Murdoc had been stood up by one of his many female "Fuck Buddies", in which the skank-clad woman robbed him of a rather large sum of money. Murdoc Niccals was in a very foul mood.
However, 2D knew none of this, and continued his happy march to the Winnebago, an innocent smile draped about his face like a happy halo. 2D halted in front of the Winnebago's door and made to knock, when suddenly, the door slammed open and hit poor 2D directly in the face.
The vocalist crashed down to the ground where he landed with a sickening thud upon the pavement. For a while, all he could see were vibrant stars and a few floating migraine pills, until Murdoc's rigid voice woke him up from his dizzied stupor.
"Oi, face-ache," Murdoc grunted, poking the tip of his boot into 2D's ribs. 2D let out a small whimper, but nonetheless opened his black eyes and resumed his happy smile.
"Good morning, Murdoc," he greeted. Murdoc grimaced down at the blue haired singer and pulled out a cigarette from the back pocket of his jeans.
"Whatever," Murdoc grumbled. He then turned around, stepped back inside of his Winnebago, and slammed the door shut.
With the inability to coherently ponder the reason behind Murdoc's foul mood, 2D hazily got up from the ground and stalked off to finish greeting the rest of his band mates.
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