Author's Notes: Hello, everyone! This is my first fan fiction for my new favorite band, Gorillaz. I was inspired by their creative views and talents. After I've learned everything about them, especially the creators, Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett, I was so amazed by their hard work, diligence, and eccentric yet brilliant ideas which lead them to incredible success. But these past few years, I've never heard about them anymore. They say the cartoon band was in hiatus for now, due to the creators' parted ways. But still, I'm happy for them.

Anyway, this fanfic I've created is set during their process of album 'Plastic Beach". And I made myself an original female character for the story. I wanted to elaborate what it feels like to live in an isolated island together with the band, as well as the peculiar lifestyle of everyone who resides on it.

So for anyone who is also Gorillaz fans or G-fans, I hope you'll like this.

INTRODUCTION:

In a seaport somewhere in Europe, people were gathering around for the cruiser ship's departure. A lady in white dress pulls her black luggage and makes her way through the crowd. She was one of the passengers of the enormous sea ship called "M. Harriet". As she looked down at her wristwatch, it was exactly 9:00 am. She sighed and brusquely walked through the bridge which leads to the entrance of the ship, where other passengers are boarding as well. She took her passenger's ticket from her pocket and spontaneously gave it to the ship crew who guards the entrance and lets her pass. She goes in and a cabin crew approached her.

"How can I be of service?" He says courteously.

The lady showed her ticket room, "First Class, please?"

The crew nodded, "Oh, yes. Please come with me and let me help you with your luggage, Ma'am."

The lady smiled and handed her luggage to the serviceable man and she followed his lead.

They walked through random people who were busy doing their own business; an old couple asking for the assistance of a female crew, a young boy playing around who were being chased by her worried mother, an irate rich man who complains about a young cabin boy's clumsiness and a girl in odd mask declining a ship crew's offer of assistance. The lady looked twice to the masked girl but her attention was interrupted by the cabin crew.

"Please come in, Ma'am." She looked at the man who's offering her to come in an elevator.

"Oh, thank you. You're such a gentleman." The lady said in amazement and goes in. The cabin crew just smiled and pressed the circular button on the side part of the lift and the double doors closes with a ding. Whilst the lift is going up, the lady stared on the space and having some thoughts. The cabin crew noticed her in deep thoughts and examines her radiant face. She was indeed a lovely lady. He wondered what her race is. Is she a Brazilian? A Mexican? An English woman? Or maybe perhaps a half American and half Greek? He couldn't tell…When the lady looked at him, he quickly turned his head to the other direction in shame. She only grinned at the man's shyness. As the elevator made it to the First Class, the man escorted the lady through the main lobby. The place was very luxurious. The wallpaper had beautiful drawings and paintings, floors were polished and covered in silky carpet, elegant furniture around and expensive chandeliers on the ceilings. Time passes by and the two were already in a long corridor, and the cabin crew showed her the designated room for her. She thanked the man's kind service and she received back her luggage. "Are you sure you want to carry the luggage on your own, Ma'am? If you want, I'll help…" She heard him asked, yet she insisted, "No, it's okay. I'm fine."

The man understands, "Alright, Ma'am. Give us a call if you need our service. Have a NICE DAY!" He bowed to her respectively and left. The lady pulled her luggage into her cabin room and closed the door.

'Thank God, I'm here.' She sighed in relief.

Her room is simple, but suits enough for someone in high class.

When she's done unpacking her things, the lady observes the blue sea outside of the window whilst the ship is sailing. She began having thoughts.

Departing wasn't really her decision in the first place. She only did it to run away from her supposed marriage which her adoptive father harshly commanded her to do so. When the time has come to her betrothal to the man she never even knew, she made a plan of escape and not even turning back.

Genevieve Bellie grew up in a very rich and conservative family. Her step father owns a huge manufacturing company of electronic auto parts. His business was always successful these past years and he had built ten branches in some continents of Europe. Everyone may say she's so lucky to have an easy, satisfying life. But Genevieve never really was. In her entire life, she and her known family were never even close and with that, she's always treated unfairly. Worse, her step father disinherited her, thinking she would take advantage of his fortunes and for another reason; she wasn't really part of the family. She had half-sisters, on the other hand, whom she never felt any signs of affection from them. They keep bullying her, saying she was an illegitimate child of their mother who died because of an illness a long time ago. Grown tired of her family's endless judgmental approach and mistreatment, she had earned lots of money with the help of her colleagues and the servants of his step father, whom became her friends as well. And after her graduation in college, she leaves the mansion the night her step father and half-sisters were away. Her loyalty and her hope of being loved back had finally fizzled out.

And here she is, in M. Harriet, free as a bird. Her plan worked smoothly. It doesn't even matter where this ship is going. What's important now is that she's far away from the home of snobbish monsters where she was raised and lived for a long time. She was now a full grown woman who learned how to take care of herself. In fact, she was independent and flexible, and she knows how to provide her needs, unlike her whiny and bratty half-sisters.

'New place to live means new life…' She thought to herself.

She picked up her most beautiful dress in the closet and retouched herself. Thinking too much will only make her insane. Having some fresh air outside will make the bad memories go away.

Trivia:

I chose the name "Genevieve" for my OC which means "White Wave" and "Of the race of women."

-People with this name have a deep inner desire to inspire others in a higher cause and to share their own strongly help views on spiritual matter. They tend to be orderly and dedicated to building their lives on a solid foundation of order and service. They value truth, justice and discipline, and may be quick tempered with those who do not. Their practical nature makes them good at saving money, and at building things in the material. At times, they may seem overly cautious and conservative.

And I chose her surname "Bellie" which means, "Companion".

-People with this surname had the passion of helping others who are unable to defend themselves. Protecting the weak and innocent are their main purpose when it comes to civilization.