A Blast from my Past

Chapter 1: Attempted Prologue.

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Ugh. I seriously don't know why I bother anymore. Ok. Here's something to smeck at. Well not really… just don't expect your usual daily tragedy from me, alright? I've given it up due to a lack of interest. I'll try something more… err… less… sentimental. Perhaps more romance? Hmm… well, we'll just wait and see, won't we? Enjoy people.

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I don't occupy Gorillaz. Mr. Hewlett and Mr. Albarn are the proud owners. Good for them. "I've never been satisfied with anything I've ever done." -Damon Albarn. Aww. Ok, from now on, I'm just going to randomly throw blur quotes at everyone 'cos it's my current obsession. Just read them and laugh, some are just pure class. Seriously.

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"Morning, Noodle," Russel greeted warmly as the sleepy guitarist mindlessly walked into the kitchen. She smiled and murmured a 'good morning' back as she went to the bench and got out her daily cereal and a clean bowl and spoon. She strolled to the fridge and opened it with caution and scanned for milk. She reluctantly picked up the cartoon and examined its best by date. 2 days more of freshness. It would do. She poured it out onto her muesli and mixed it together as she took a seat next to Russel with toast, coffee and the morning paper.

She silently ate while Russel thoroughly read the articles in the world news section. She peered over to see the main headline and saw the words 'Mysterious atom bomb explosion wipes out 100's in France'. Noodle gapped at the title and looked up at Russel still engrossed in its information.

"'Mysterious atom bomb explosion wipes out 100's in France'? …That's… inexplicable. How could that happen? Who did it?" she questioned her father figure a bit disturbed by her eager mood towards the devastating tragedy. He scanned over the article again with raised eyebrows.

"It doesn't say who dropped it… no one knows. And even if anyone did see something going on, they're all a pile of dust now."

"I don't understand. Where would they get a nuclear weapon capable of destroying absolutely everything within its range?" Russel shrugged.

"Military? I have no idea." Noodle continued to chew her breakfast slowly with a disgruntled expression. It just didn't make sense… but it seemed awfully familiar to her. She sighed depressingly and watched her spoon slowly churn her cereal.

"All those unsuspecting people… it was so close to England… When did it happen?"

"Just yesterday about 1 in the afternoon in their time zone. One of the busiest times of the day."

"… This is really going to bring my whole day down," she whispered and pushed her unfinished meal away from her. Russel looked up at her sympathetically as he folded up the newspaper and put it down beside him.

"It's not your fault, Noodle. That was a freak of nature."

"The second freak of nature, have you forgotten the same event that happened in China about a month ago?" Russel's eyes widened in surprise as though his mind has just been reawakened.

"Oh yeah… I remember that," he muttered. Noodle shook her head sadly and Russel tried to reassure her. "… But… that was somewhere closer to the deserts, wasn't it? Not that many people were killed or injured." Noodle sighed hopelessly and got up out of her chair. Russel raised an eyebrow.

"They still were though…"

"Where are you going, Noods?"

"I need to clear my head… I'm just going for a walk. I'll be out for a while." She walked out of the room before Russel could say anything and he sighed wearily and let out a low-pitched groan. He shook his head heavily and picked up his black coffee to take a gulp of caffeine.

"Man, that girl has gotten moody."

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SHORT CHAPTER!!! HA!!! OH, THIS IS FUN!!! TO MAKE FICTION INTERESTING AGAIN, I'M GONNA BE SOOOOO ANNOYING!!! MORE CLIFFHANGERS!!! YOU GUYS HAVE TORTURED ME IN THE PAST AND NOW IT'S MY TURN!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Ok… phew… calm down now, love… awright… here's another quote: "You're about as sexy as a stuffed fish, pal" -Graham Coxon on Damon. Aw, nice mate, real nice. Then again that was quite a disturbing picture that came with that comment… I tell ya, the respect that 90's rock bands have for each other is awesome, isn't it? I should tell you all about what Damon said about the continuous incidents of him, his fists and his band mates. Hmm… should I worry…? NAH!!! They can't kill each other. They're too wimpy.

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