I do not own gorillaz
AN: I'm making this first chapter up as I go, so I don't care if you give me shit for it. I actually encourage you to give me shit. Now, enough of me, enjoy or don't enjoy this story. (Nip/Tuck fans will understand where most of these ideas and outlooks sprouted from.)
"I'll get it! I'll get it!"
Noodle ran to the door and looked through the peephole. She saw a man with a frown on his face, stubble, and dark shades. When she opened the door she saw a smile on his face, a smile so happy she couldn't tell if it was fake or not. He confidently held out his hand and introduced himself.
"I'm Alex Niccals, Murdocs cousin." She daintily shook his hand and cocked her head to the side. "Murdoc's down stairs in the carpark, just look for the Winniebago." An amused smile spread across his face. "He still has that piece of shit?" "I don't appreciate your language," She said in a soft tone of voice. From then on he knew she was his. Girls like that were his specialty. She lead him to the elevator and pressed the button that lead to the carpark. "So... how old are you?" She looked upwards to the tall, dark man and frowned. "Fourteen." He also frowned. The elevator came to a stop and he walked out. "Nice meeting you." She gave a shy smile and the doors closed.
BANG, BANG, BANG
"Calm tha fuck down, I'm coming." Murdoc slipped on a pair of black pants and grabbed the Jim Beam bottle on the floor. Before he could reach the door Alex walked in, uninvited. "Jesus, zip your fly, your pubes are sticking out." He one arm hugged him and pulled out the pack of lucky lungs. "Smoke?" Alex nodded and pulled one out of the pack. "My god, they still make these?" He lit the fag and took a long drag. "Sit, sit." Murdoc threw the clothes off the leather couch and they both sat down.
"So, what don't you like about yourself?" The question made Murdoc cringe. There were a lot of answers to that one. "Your the professional, you tell me." He took out a red marker and pulled murdocs face closer. He began to draw lines on and around his nose. "A nose job would do the trick, we'll have to reconstruct it, the cartilage Is cracked and bent." He began drawing lines around his mouth. "A face lift would take off ten years, but you might look a little fake if I did give you one." He finished drawing more lines on his four head and put the cap back on the marker. "Take a look in the mirror." Murdoc walked to his mirror and gasped. Every little imperfection, even the ones barely noticeable were mapped out on his face. "Sweet Satan."