2D was sitting on the balcony one afternoon. Watching the clouds moving steadily across the sky, as the warm sun beat down on the crumbling ruins, that were once Kong. Murdoc had already put the old building up for sale and had begun looking for a new place for he and the blue haired young man to live. Russel and Noodle had parted company with the band and Murdoc had given out the story that Noodle was holidaying somewhere nice and warm. In truth the young girl was somewhere warm. In Hell, fighting demons. Not that any of this actually affected Murdoc. So long as they were available when he called, he had no real concern at all for what they did in the meantime.
2D sighs deeply and leans his weight back on his heels. Gripping the railing tightly in his hands. He slowly rocks his weight back and forth, as his black hole eyes follow the flight path of a raven, as it flies slowly by. Behind him, Murdoc steps into the kitchen and heads straight for one of the overhead cupboards. The old man glances quickly out the kitchen window as he opens the cupboard door. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head slowly as he takes out a bottle of Rum from the cupboard. Cracking the bottle open and making his way to the balcony door. The old man rolls his head on his shoulders and cracks the bones in his neck. Wincing a little and reaching back with a hand to massage his tired, aching muscles. Murdoc had taken note of the years that had passed him by. And how much more quickly he was finding himself becoming tired at the end of the day. Fast and hard living, he continued to tell himself with a chuckle. But he knew it was just old age slowly taking it's toll on him. Even 2D was starting to look tired though. Mind you. That probably had more to do with Murdoc s nightly visits to his room than age. Stepping onto the balcony, the old man grins at the back of the young mans head and swigs from the bottle of Rum in his hand. 2D still blissfully unaware of the old mans presence as yet.
"Oi! Watcha doin there Faceache?!" Murdoc snaps loudly, bringing the bottle back up to his lips for another sip. 2D, who at that moment was leaning his weight as far back as he could. Using the railing to keep from falling over. Startles and accidentally looses his grip, falling heavily onto his bottom with a loud thud. Murdoc stops and eyes the young man carefully, as 2D quickly gets back up to his feet. Trying to look as though nothing had happened. The keyboardist smiles, blushing a little with embarrassment while dusting himself down. The old man smiles and continues tipping the bottle back. Taking a large swig and gulping the contents down loudly. 2D clears his throat and watches Murdoc steadily. Not really sure if the Bassist really wanted an answer to his question or not. He scratches his arm and looks back out over the railing to the clouds once more and slightly zones out. The Bassist licks his lips and furrows his brow. He looks over in the same general direction as 2D. Wondering what the keyboardist is looking at. But apart from the clouds and the occasional passing Raven. He can't really see anything. He looks back at the young man annoyed and steps over to the Keyboardist. Checking out over the horizon again, just in case he missed something. Still seeing nothing, he grits his teeth angrily and waves a hand in front of the young mans face, trying to get his attention. 2D blinks and snaps out of his daze, looking once again at the old man. He grins, showing the large gap, where his front teeth used to be.
"Oh. Hi Muds. When did you get back? Did ya find us a new place yet?" The Keyboardist asks, stepping sideways and out of the old mans way as Murdoc moves forward to lean on the railing. Murdoc swigs from the bottle again, shaking his head slowly in answer to the last part of the keyboardists question. 2D mouths a silent 'Oh.' And steps back up to the railing. The two men stand together, leaning heavily against the rail and watching as the light slowly begins to fade as the evening draws near. The orange light, slowly making it's way across the landscape. Bleeding it's way into the sky and turning the blue to purples and blood reds.
"Wot are we gunna do next Boss?" 2D asks the silent old man, not taking his eyes from the scene playing out before him. Murdoc continues to stare quietly ahead as a large piece of plaster falls from the kitchen ceiling and crashes down onto the table behind him. 2D turns his head and looks back into the kitchen at the sound. Raising an eyebrow and wondering what that noise was. Murdoc ignores it and swigs from his bottle again.
"You know those meetings we go to? The ones with that idiot Jamie and his even dumber friend?" Murdoc hisses at the young man, still not looking at him. 2D turns his attention from the kitchen, back to the old man. He tilts his head slightly to his shoulder thinking. His mind slowly pulls up an image of some people sitting around a large table. But the Keyboardist isn't really sure if that was what Murdoc had been referring to. He taps his index finger gently on his bottom lip and decides to nod anyway. Hoping that Murdoc will give him a little more information and not realize he didn't really know. Murdoc turns his eyes sharply towards the side of 2Ds head and sees the same vague expression he normally sees when the Keyboardist has no idea of what he's talking about. He drops his face to the railing, resting his forehead on the back of his arms. He breathes out loudly in desperation. Tired of having to go through everything a hundred times over, for the dim minded young man. "The ones where we! As in Me, Russel and the Japanese Tornado do all the talking and you either sleep or play with Jamie s PSP, or whatever he happens to of brought ta amuse ya with!" 2D looks sharply at the Bassist and nods as the image comes clear and he realizes what Murdoc is talking about. Nodding rapidly with a broad grin.
"Oh yeah. I know Muds." He responds happily. Murdoc sucks a sharp breath and lets out a low painful moan, before lifting his head again and carrying on. 2D stops smiling and looks with concern at the old man. Not sure how to react to the sound that Murdoc had made. Murdoc rolls his shoulders and looks quietly into 2Ds face. He studies the young mans features carefully without emotion. Taking in all the lines and circles round the Keyboardists dark eye-holes, before he decides to continue talking.
"Well. If ya actually sat there and listened to what we were talking about. Instead of fartin' about with all the other stuff. You'd know now. And ya wouldn't be askin' me these stupid bloody questions. Would you?" Murdoc responds smoothly, with hardly any emotion in his voice at all. 2D stares back into the old mans odd eyes and feels the hairs prickling on the back of his neck. He reaches back a hand and rubs it, trying to calm the feeling down. Then looks down at the side of his shoe, through the railing and then back up. Pursing his lips as if about to say something. Murdoc drops the now empty Rum bottle over the railing and rapidly reaches forwards. Grabbing the Keyboardists lips between his fingers. Pressing them closed and stopping 2D from speaking, while holding his other finger against his own lips in a shushing gesture. Then he slowly wags the finger from side to side. While slowly shaking his head. 2D blinks absently and slowly nods, whereupon Murdoc lets go of his lips. 2D moves as if about to speak again, but Murdoc looks threateningly at him, making the young man back down.
Both men return to their former positions at the railing. The sunset has now died away and the stars have come out. Murdoc and 2D almost seem to mirror each other for a moment. As both men sigh deeply and lean their forearms against the railing, arching their backs and resting their weight forwards onto their arms. Somewhere behind them more plaster drops from the ceiling with a crash. But this time, both men ignore the sound. And continue to stare ahead and off into the distant horizon.
