So I'm really into the Gorillaz now. This stuff comes to me randomly so I really don't have pairings or anything of that nature planned (coughplotcough). Of course who knows…anything can happen =D
Please comment if you liked\\have ideas\ wanna give a shout out\whatever.
Haha I just love comments is all…o_o
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The blue haired singer was startled into conciseness by an irritating vibration. Groaning, he stared at the digital clock on the mantle until the numbers became comprehensible.
1:06pm
Sunlight spilt into his room through the cracks in his window blinds and the joyous sound of chirping was clear and annoyingly persistent outside. He had slept half the day away….again. This was becoming a very troublesome habit. He slowly stretched his limbs in all directions, letting out an incredibly noisy yawn. Why did he stay in bed all day? Surely there were better things he could be doing…
Vrrrrrrt! Vrrrrrrrrrt! Vrrrrrrrrt!
He felt the familiar vibration in his jean pocket again and pulled out his cell phone.
-Ignore my message one more time, Dullard, and I'm coming down there and dragging you by your sack. Practice Time. NOW. ~Murdoc.
"Wot'se goin'on about?....." the apparent "dullard" muttered to himself and took the opportunity to answer his question by checking his other texts. All of them were relatively the same: containing some sort of threat from Murdoc followed by the command to attend practice. The groggy figure slothfully kicked away his blanket and texted a message back to his distraught companion.
-Coming. Tell every1 I'm real sorry. B there in 5.
He got up and threw the phone onto the bed not wanting to wait for a reply. Shower. A hot shower. That was the only thing on his mind at the moment. Not only did he need one; the throbbing in his head was starting to resurface and he needed to subdue it for a while. He didn't feel like taking his pills yet and the calming rhythm of the water was the next best remedy. After grabbing a clean set of clothes and underwear, he headed for the bathroom. Clumsily, he wobbled out of his jeans and staggered into the shower, sliding the glass door shut behind him. He turned the knobs to the temperature of his specific fondness and stood perfectly still. Letting the warm droplets beat onto his skin; he listened to the monotonous song they sang as they hit the tiled floor. He tried his hardest to clear his mind; to think of absolutely nothing at all. His head tilted towards the ceiling and his eyes slid close. He allowed the soothing water to roll down his face and throat while he hummed a tuneless melody (prepping the voice he knew he'd soon have to use.)
His eyes shot open. He had soon forgot he was on a time limit as soon as he sent Murdoc the text. He quickly scrubbed himself down in record time and flew out the shower like an athlete. He swiped up his fresh clothes and jilted down the hallway while simultaneously trying to hobble into his underwear and shorts. He figured since everyone was in the studio, no one would catch him anyway. And what a sight it was indeed as he hopped on one leg full speed on the carpet desperately trying to insert his lanky leg into the appropriate pants hole. Random lingering demons whistle and howled at his charade, but other than that the semi-nude marathon had no audience.
While approaching the studio door, his arm had finally found its way into its respectable sleeve and he shuffled in to face the awaited wrath of his tardiness fully clothed. Stepping through the doorframe, he felt all eyes linger on him.
"Glad you decided to graaaace us with your presence. 2D," An abrasive voice spat, "Maybe we can start now."
2D cleared his throat but said nothing. With his head drooped in embarrassment he took his rightful seat at the keyboard. He sighed even his head dripped with shame…..no wait that was just water. He stared at the clear blue puddle that had formed on his lap. Why was he getting so lost in himself lately?.....
