SOUND CHECK (gravity)
Author: Verbally Insane/Twilight Phoenix
Beta-ed by: me, myself and I
Notes: vaguely inspired by Nine Inch Nails and fruitloop cereal.
All Standard Disclaimers Apply
Gorillaz © Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett
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"Where ships of purple gently toss on seas of daffodil, Fantastic sailors mingle, and then –the wharf is still."–– Emily Dickenson
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They rode on in the dark, streetlamps illuminating their sleeping visages, and reflected in his mismatched eyes. His foot jammed into the clutch as he shifted gears quickly and sped on down the major highway, absentmindedly hoping not to encounter a large, very out of place, moose.
Murdoc Niccals, bassist and Satanist extraordinaire, let a little, teeny, tiny, small, minuscule, microscopic smile curl up his chapped lips. He felt a certain responsibility to bring his brood home safely; he was their leader after all. They couldn't go shit without him there to hand the toilet paper over. Except for Noodle, who was all grown up and woman-like now, and could kick his ass across the country.
He inhaled the cool polluted air, wind whipping his oily locks into mangled disarray. His crimson orb lazily watched Cortez twirl in the inky night sky above his head; the black crow held something alive and squirming within his left talon.
Demon Days' gospel melody wrapped around the occupants of the car in a warm dreamy haze, keeping the grouchy leader in a rare, and much appreciated, tolerable mood. The sound of the fruit of their labor left a good aftertaste that only the highest quality of beer and women could account for.
He was proud of them, all of them, even that bloody fuckin' dullard. Sure the blue-head could be infuriatingly idiotic and spacey, but the man did have a one of a kind voice and dexterous fingers that flew down the dichromatic keyboard. He wasn't sure how they'd all survive without the black, fat ass, New Yorker percussionist, whom fed them and acted as a surrogate body guard. And Noodle, he couldn't even imagine life without her now, he'd never ever admit it, but he'd do anything for that little emerald eyed axe princess.
They were his, all dysfunctional and mismatched together, and he supposed at the end of the day he was happy with that. Not that he'd ever let it on.
2D, who was sleeping peacefully in the backseat, fell over onto Noodle's chest, causing her to awaken with a surprised shriek. She shoved the tall lanky blue-head into Russel, who snapped awake, his big meaty fist swung out in disorientation, hitting Murdoc in the shoulder, thus making the whole jeep swerve uncontrollably on down the highway.
"Stupid, bloody fuckin' idiots!"
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Exeunt