Note: This is just based on a series of dreams I had. There will be no pairings unless a whole bunch of people ask for them. Also, I do not own Gorillaz. They belong to Jamie and Damon. I don't own Game Boys, either. That's Nintendo, I think.
Also, it's kind of just starting the story, and there isn't a lot of the band in this chapter, but it will pick up, I promise!
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"Bye, Honey. Remember to call us as soon as you get there, and to have fun!"
She glanced back at her parents, already tired of their fake cheeriness. She knew that they weren't going to stick around long enough for her to call them. In fact, she figured that the second she was on the plane, they'd be packing to go on a trip of their own.
"Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad! I'll miss you!"
She smiled, though she knew that they probably weren't even going to remember that they had a daughter the second she boarded that plane.
"Also, remember, your guitars and softball gear are with your other bags, don't forget to pick them up, too!"
She nodded, and they waved one more time. She entered the gate, showing the stewardess her ticket. The woman smiled and walked her to her seat, then left her there. The girl yawned, gazing out her window. England was pretty far away. A whole ocean away. Good. She needed to put as much space between her and home as possible.
"Please fasten your seat belts and turn off all cell phones. The plane will now begin take-off."
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Noodle sat on her bed, feeling more restless than usual. It was late afternoon, she'd had a pretty slow day up till then, and now, when she craved something to do the most, no one was around to do anything with. Well, they were around, but not really "around". She grimaced at the thought of Murdoc and 2D downstairs, watching women's mud wrestling, (Ew, not something she wanted to watch.) and sighed as she pictured Russel off somewhere, working on a pig or something. Which is the lesser of three evils?
She sighed again, flopping across her bed. Why was she stuck in a house with three men? Sure, she loved them all to pieces, but it seemed that whenever she was really bored, they were doing something she either didn't want to do or couldn't do. If there was just one other girl in the house, maybe she wouldn't be so bored. Another girl in the house, she mused. What a funny thought. The only other females who ever came into the house were usually with Murdoc and never went farther than his Winnebago. Another girl in the house, she thought again, before getting up to search for her missing Game Boy.
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"Arriving in Essex, England. Please fasten your Seatbelts."
The girl yawned, stretching her arms above her head. They were there, already? That was fast. She straightened her t-shirt, unbuckling her seatbelt and standing up. After retrieving her carry-ons and leaving the plane, she was forced to wait for her baggage.
One mishap and a few hours later, her bags were the last to show up. 'Just my luck,' she thought, lugging her stuff to the front of the airport to hail a taxi. Another half an hour and she was on her way. 'An all-expenses-paid trip to England for a free education at a boarding school? That would never have happened to me,' she thought bitterly as she leaned against the car window. It was the farthest she'd ever been from her home country, the United States of America. The girl almost smiled at the idea of being so far from home, but suppressed it.
Anna Wilkins was a normal girl. She felt she was plain-looking, first of all: a five-foot and ten-inch tall natural blonde, with murky hazel eyes with dark bruises under them, a nose she felt was too big, huge feet and hands, and a bit of a tan. Her family was normal: two parents, a house, an angry cat, but all in all it was pleasant. Not many friends, but she loved them to bits, anyways.
No, what made her different was her luck; she had none. Misfortune seemed to follow her everywhere: rides at amusement parks she went to broke down as soon as she wanted to ride one, her clothing went missing all too often, she'd wait for buses and the like for hours and then the second she'd leave, it would appear… That sort of thing. So, a higher education in England came as a shock. Her parents were thrilled, but she was waiting for the catch. So far, there wasn't one, but she knew there would be one, soon. It was all a matter of time.
"We're here."
The cab driver shook her out of her thoughts, and Anna nodded.
"Yeah, thanks."
She reached into her wallet and paid him his fares, grabbing her smaller bags and leaving the car to get her stuff from the trunk. The cab driver seemed oblivious to the fact that she had more bags, however, and began to drive off. Anna, caught off guard by the driver's sudden memory loss, dropped her things and ran after him.
"WAIT!!!! WAIT!!! YOU STILL HAVE MY STUFF!!!"
After a couple blocks of chasing and a whole lot of yelling, Anna finally trudged back to her dropped belongings, bags in tow in a toy wagon she'd found, to find that she'd dropped her bags in mud. And, someone had gone through her wallet and took all her money.
"Wonderful," she sobbed, crouching next to her muddy bags, "Absolutely wonderful." She let herself cry for a minute, before wiping her face and standing."I suppose I should find the dorms before they run off," she whimpered, piling her muddy belongings into the wagon.
We're very sorry, but these dorms are currently under sudden renovations. If you were to stay here, please contact your supervisor and they will put you in the emergency dorms you were assigned to. Thank you, and have a nice day.
'I wish.' Anna stared at the sign in disbelief. Sure, she'd never been too lucky in the past, but now someone seriously had it in for her. Emergency dorms, emergency dorms… Had she been assigned those, at all.
"Honey, we know it's just in case, but we are not spending a hundred dollars on another dorm for you. The chances of having to go to another dorm are very slim, so you won't need it, right?" Mrs. Wilkins asked.
"Sure," Anna replied, glumly, not wanting to start anything.
She mentally kicked herself. Okay, so let's see what is going down at this point in time: No money, no place to stay, no contacts in England. She pulled out her phone. The battery was dead. Yep, nothing like it. She let go some curses and left, dragging the wagon behind her. There had to be a house with a phone around here, somewhere…
An hour or so later…
She checked her watch; 5 o'clock PM. She'd arrived in England at 11 o'clock AM. Six hours of pure British Hell. She looked around again; she was still lost in the middle of nowhere. Where were the houses? Stores? Signs? Roads? She looked down at the dirt road that she currently stood upon. It hadn't been driven on for a few days. There had to be life out here, somewhere. Her head drooped a bit. She was going to die out here! Sure, she had a bottle of water and a bag of trail mix, BUT HOW LONG WOULD THAT LAST H- OW!
She rubbed her head, looking up. A gate peered down at her. 'KONG'. Where had she heard that before? 'Oh well,' she thought, looking around, 'There are fresh tire tracks on the ground, and there's a house up there. Might as well give it a shot.' She slid the gate open enough to squeeze her and her wagon in, then examined the long walk it would take her to get to the house. 'Wow, big lawn.'
About halfway on her walk to the house, a sound caught her ears. Was that… moaning? She glanced behind her to see… Nothing. She shrugged, turning back around and taking a step forward when she heard it again. She looked up to see… WAS THAT A ZOMBIE?! The sound came from behind her, too. She whirled around: zombies had her surrounded. Now, she'd seen enough zombie movies to know what they craved, and she wasn't going down without a fight. Slowly, so she wouldn't alert any of the still (For now) undead, she reached for her softball gear and pulled out a bat. She tested the weight in her hand, then analyzed her odds of survival. They weren't too good.
She stood still waiting for the first walking corpse to come near. WHAM! Her bat swung around as fast as she could make it go, separating the zombie's head from its body with a sickening POP! She brandished her weapon, again, waiting for the next zombie to come near.
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Noodle arched her back, yawning. Finally, the horrid mud wrestling had ended, leaving Murdoc to retire to his Winnie and allowing her to come to the living room and sit down next to the band's lanky singer. 2D had fallen asleep sometime in the last hour, snoring softly next to her as she watched some reality show play on the screen. She could hear the zombies outside moan and groan as they prowled Kong's ground, searching for prey, and turned the TV up louder, trying not to think about it.
When the clock said 6, she decided to get up and go look for Russel so they could start dinner or order pizza or something. However, before she even left the room, the doorbell rang. 2D, startled by the sudden sound, yelped and fell off the couch. "'Ew the 'ell would be comin' up 'ere at 'is hour?" she heard him murmur as he pulled himself up.
Noodle followed him down to the lobby, where he glanced around for a moment, then looked at her, "'Ey, Noods, did Russel order a pizza, or sumfink?" Noodle shook her head, "Not that I know of." He nodded thoughtfully, before answering the door. They were shocked to see who was there.
It was a girl, maybe Noodles age, completely covered in blood, with an equally blood-covered baseball bat in one hand, that she rested on her shoulder. In the other hand was a wagon, filled with a few bags including three guitar cases. She nodded at them tiredly, "Um, hey. Do you have a phone, and uhh, maybe a bathroom I can borrow?"
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Author's note: I know that it may be a bit boring for you big Gorillaz fans, but I promise that it will get better. Critiques and reviews will receive much love and cookies from me. Please, don't abandon this one after only the first entry!
Lots of Love,
Hurricanes and Butterflies