Alone at home, in an empty townhouse where they had found security after the incidents of Plastic Beach. A real mess, it was. A rotten place of pink sand and broken glass. She hadn't stayed during the boys' time there, but she knew it was a filthy little island only Murdoc Niccals himself could call home. There was no getting through to Murdoc. He was a stubborn-ass, vulgar man, if even a man, at that. Still, he was family, and Noodle couldn't help but shake her head in amusement at the mental image of he and 2D living in that place of chaos.
It was raining. She hadn't noticed until now. Explained the utter black and white that consumed everything. Noodle thought of turning on some lights, but rather found some sort of comfort in the gloomy place. It was like a security blanket; made her feel like she could really just be alone in her thoughts.
She stepped around all the clutter in the halls, the rooms, and even the walls. Noodle didn't think she'd ever seen a Gorillaz home that didn't look like it had been turned upside-down. Even she had to admit that she wasn't the best at cleaning up after herself, either. Guess that's what living with a bunch of nasty men does to you. It was amazing Noodle had maintained any sort of femininity at all growing up. Then again, Muds and 2D did always have women going in and out of Kong Studios. Mostly Muds, though. Perhaps seeing all those strange women is what got Noodle so curious about girly things in the first place? She'd never even given girlish things a thought before.
Sigh. Where did they all go? As much thinking as Noodle did, sometimes it wasn't the best thing for her. She always seemed to entrance herself, completely lose herself in thoughts of hypothetical events. She'd scare herself, at times. Give herself nightmares, bring back memories of Hell.
She often times wondered what her life might be like had she not been born the way she was. Noodle sometimes thought herself a monster in a skinny body.
Those boys. Must be up to no good. Or no good is after them. Lord knows Murdoc and 2D couldn't stay out of trouble if you payed them. They were walking targets, and all ridiculousness was aimed right at their centers. Idiots, she smiled, My brothers are idiots.
Monsters didn't have families, did they? Yeah, she didn't think so. Noodle couldn't very well be a monster, because she had a family. A destructive, corrupted, and vulgar family, but a family nonetheless.
She continued to walk around the cluttered halls and passed the rooms. There was only one room missing. Russel's. What must he be up to? She'd give him a call, drop him a line. Plastic Beach had caused him some sort of problem. He couldn't very well leave that place anymore, not until they could find a cure.
The phone rang. No answer. Voicemail, though. She smiled. He didn't sound too rough. Left a message. I'm not gonna leave you out there. I'll be back, Russ. Then hung up.
Hours and the boys still weren't home. The rain was getting a little depressing, a little sleepy. A yawn, a real bore. Snoozefest…
WHERE IS THAT BLASTED MATCH?
I-I DON'T KNOW, MURDOC, I DIN'T TAKE IT!
What sort of ruckus? What the hell was going on downstairs?
BANGBANGBANGBANGBBANGB-BANGBA-BANGCLANGSMACKSLAAAAM!
Door slammed open wide. Noodle barely had her eyes opened; she could see a blue blur and a green one. As her vision cleared, she could see that the blurs had been 2D gasping for air and clawing at Murdoc's dirty hands that were clenched around his neck.
I'LL BURN ALL YA THINGS, I WILL.
N-NOODLE, KICK 'IM! K-KICK 'IM IN 'IS FACE!
Straight face. Smile. Her brothers were home.