A/N: Hi, this is my first OC. I promise no romance :) Sorry for all you romance lovers. There is one childhood crush reference, but not much. But that's later, so don't worry.

I really I hope you enjoy this. Listen to Aphra's story, kay?

Disclaimer: I don't not own Gorillaz.

Chapter One

That day was strange. It changed me completely. This isn't like those cheesy Gorillaz stories you hear. I was there. I thought I was normal. I thought I was some normal emo-ish girl, who stupidly never went to college, got addicted to smoking, and decided to work for a stupid company that ships guns by sea. But this day I'm about to tell you about… Listen to my story. I think you'll like it.

I looked upon the horizon. The sun was just starting to set, and the boat jumbled over the thick, salty waves. The water around me was unnaturally greenish, polluted and strange. I took a cigarette from my pocket and lit it. I then put it quickly by my lips and breathed in… then out. Nothing made me happier than smoking. It had become a bad habit, but it relieved my stress. I blew out, letting out a long sigh and a puff of smoke. My bleached blond bangs with red streaks hung in my eyes. It felt dry and salty from the sea air. I held the cigarette in between my two fingers, looking around at the smoky, dull ship. Boxes of guns surrounded me. At first when I got that job it creeped me out. Now I'm not even afraid to sit on a box of them.

Thinking about how I skipped college made me smoke more. I went through the sequence again, putting it to my lips, breathing in, then breath out, ending with a puff of smoke. That's when I felt a tap on my back and I turned around.

It was my ship mate, Kayla, with her curly red hair and pirate-like smirk. Everyone on the stupid ship was like me. Either terrible, mischievous, and/or they don't know what the hell to do with their life.

"You gotta stop smoking Aphra, just because you're depressed isn't a good reason," she said, twisting her hair on her finger, a beer bottle in her hand. I breathed out a puff of smoke in her face, and she coughed. "Have you ever thought of just crying?" She asked, waving around her hands to shoo the smoke away. I would've punched her in the face and threw her off the ship if she wasn't the only girl on the ship. She seems preppy, right? No. For one thing she's been in Juvy about 20 times. She steals. A lot.

"I don't cry." I answered, looking at her straight in the eye.

"What kind of bitchy answer is that?" She said smirking.

"It ruins my eye liner." I lied, sounding girly all of the sudden. Why I really didn't cry was that I tried. I couldn't. I don't know why, and I think someday I'm going to explode because I always try to cry. I don't know why. And don't get your science text books out. I don t care. I don't understand. So shut up.

She laughed a bit, pushing on my head and then looking blank.

"What the hell are you looking at?" I asked, seeing her eyes straight forward.

"That stupid pink island," she said pointing. I thought by now she would be used to it, this was the place we went maybe once or twice a month. They ordered literally tons of guns. And when I say tons I mean tons. We had no idea why, and no idea who ordered them. That stupid mountain-like island, with a future-like building on top. I just sat there, staring at it. Kayla looked at it too, her eyes telling me she was desperately searching for clues, for answers.

"What if it's like a military base, and we're helping them like destroy the world or something?" she said, starting to sound panicked.

"The question is why the world can't be destroyed." That was Jet, probably the most negative, emo, person you'll ever meet. "Man, I wish it did," he mumbled. He put his hands in his sweatshirt pocket, looking at the pink island ahead. "That place is annoying. Ordering all these guns? These are enough guns that it seems like they're starting another holocaust," he said, sounding calm. I looked at him, scowling. It's pretty hard to cheer yourself up when you're with people like this all the time.

I looked at the island again, squinting my eyes and glaring at it, just glaring. Usually we got the barrels, just as our boss said, "the way client instructed," we pushed the box towards the beach, and let it to the shore made of who-knows-what.

"Lets anchor here tonight, tell the captain we heard warnings of a hurricane, and if we stay in this spot we won't get hit." I know that was such a stupid excuse, but the captain wasn't so bright himself. I flipped my bangs out of my eyes, putting the cigarette back at my lips. I looked at Jet, who was standing there looking at me confused. "Go tell him, idiot." I said blowing out smoke into his face.

Jet sighed, looked at me suspiciously, then I saw him go below deck. He looked back at me, giving me the look 'kill me now and my ghost will tell him.' I shook my head. He scowled and kept walking. Kayla looked at me confused, then at the sky that was now dark and filled with stars.

"I'm going to bed," she said, taking a last look at the pink island. "Enjoy your hurricane," she said sarcastically giving me a terrible glare, similar to Jet's. I waited. I heard the boat come to a stop. I sat there, going through my smoking sequence, looking at the island. I flipped my hair, and looked at my gloves that showed my fingers and were black and red plaid, with laces and rings. I messed around with them, tying the laces, then loosening them and tying them in bows.

Finally I threw my cigarette in the water, and looked around the boat. No one was on the deck, and it was silent except for waves crashing together. Bugs were biting my arms and I slipped on a sweatshirt, slapping any bugs that went by. I got the row boat from the emergency area and threw it in the water, once again looking at the horizon. I was going to figure out what was going on… Now. I started rowing towards the pink island, my mind set on figuring out my mess of thoughts.

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