It was day, she only knew that from the sun shining though the holes in the crate. She just wished she had a way to know what time it was. It could've been 10:00 AM, or 4:00 PM and she wouldn't know the difference. Not that it mattered really, what good was time when you had no where to be? Or maybe she did have somewhere to be. She always seemed to be moving, but she didn't really know to where.
She let out a small groan hearing her stomach growl. She has finished whatever food rations she had a few days ago, and was starting to run out of water on top of that. She was starving, confused, and arguably a little scared she was going to die in a box.
Suddenly, everything jerked to a halt and she held the edges of the crate to stop herself from smacking her face against the wooden wall. It had already happened a few times before. It was quiet, save for the sounds of thunder, odd when did it get stormy? She muttered something quietly to herself, before hearing what sounded like a door opening.
"What the bloody 'ell is this?" It was a deep, raspy voice. Like someone who had just woken up. She didn't understand a word they said, but they didn't sound friendly. "AYE, FACEACHE! YOU ORDER SOMETHIN'?"
There was another moment of silence before she heard a squeakier, more timid sounding voice. "I ain't or'er nofin', maybe it 'as Russel... Awful big crate, though." She heard a knock on the outside of the box. "Maybe he got some new drums o' somefin'."
Confused, she knocked on the box as well, in the same way the second voice had. She heard both voices shout in either fear or confusion, and scrunched her face. Did they not know she was in there? She knocked again, and heard the first voice yell something before it left. Soon there was yet another new voice.
"What the hell are you guys doin' out here? What's that?"
"We don-we don' know! B-But there's somefin' in there! It w-was knockin' on the inside!"
"Out of the way, dullards!" She heard the first voice once again, then yelped when an axe made its way through the front of the crate. She shrunk down trying to hide in the corner as she heard the third voice yell.
"What the hell is the matter with you, man! Somethin' might be alive in there!" She heard a groan and soon found herself blinded by natural light as the front of the crate was removed. "Holy shit, man, it's a kid!" She let out a small whine looking at the figure in front of her.
He was a fat, bald, black man, and compared to her, he was huge. She coward more into the corner as two more bodies made their way into her veiw. A tall blue haired man who seemed to have no eyes, and a green looking man with greasy black hair. They were are staring at her with mixed expression, and it made her nervous.
"Anatahadare?! Koko wa doko?!" She shouted, but got no answers. They all just looked at each other. "Kaitō!" It didn't seem like they could understand, and it made her even more nervous.
It wasn't until the blue haired one tried to touch her that she got up, grabbing the guitar she had been left with, and slammed it into his face, knocking him back with a cry of pain. "Watashi ni furenaide kudasai!" The other two raised their hands in defense and she glared at them.
"Okay so we have a karate kid with a guitar. What should we do with her?" The bigger man looked to the green man, who seemed to be thinking.
Then he turned his attention back to her. "You know 'ow to play that guitar, kid?" He asked, and one he got nothing but a stare, he groaned and pointed to the instrument. "Play the bloody thing! Stupid li'l..." He muttered something that she didn't quite catch, and stared at the instrument in her hand. What about it? Did he want her to give it to him? She went to hand him the guitar and got nothing but a face palm from the man.
"I don' fink she speaks English, Murdoc..." The tall man had gotten back up, only to bend down to her level, and waved. "'ello, li'l luv... Sorry I scared ya..." She only tilted her head. "Uhm... You go' a name?" When he got only silence again, he clicked his tongue. "...I'm 2-D."
"Tooo..." She knitted her brows together trying to make sence of what he was saying. "Hmm..."
"My name is 2-D." He repeated a little slower.
"Toochie." She repeated back, getting a smile from 2-D.
"Yeah! 'at's my name! Wha' 'bout you? Wha's your name?" He tried to speak slowly so she would understand and after a long moment of silence she smiled.
"Nūdoru!" She shouted. "Noodle!"
"Noodle? What kinda stieupid name is that?" The green man huffed, only to get kicked in the shin by the bigger man.
"Noodle! Noodle!" She chanted, jumping up and down. "Watashinonamaeha... Noodle!"
"Nice to meet you, Noodle." The bigger man also knelt down to her height. "I'm Russel."
"Anata wa namaedesu...!" She looked at him. "Rasseru!"
"Eh... Not quite kid... Rus-sel."
"Hai! Rasseru! Rus-all."
"No not... Forget it, close enough." He gave a smile and she returned it with a toothy grin. He then pointed to the green man. "He's Murdoc."
"Mur-doc..." She glared at him a little. "Watashi wa Mur-doc ga sukide wanai..."
"What is she sayin' 'bout me?!" Murdoc growled taking a step towards the young girl. "Say it to my face, you li'l shit!" He jab her in the chest with finger.
"Watashi wa shimasen. Suki. Anata no kao." She retorted, and 2-D pulled her back a little. "Minikui midori hito..." She crossed her arm.
"She's jus' a chil' Muds. Doe'n' know no be'er." 2-D stated plainly and Murdoc growled and headed back inside. 2-D looked back down and the Noodle, and gave a small smile. "You mus' be starvin', love. You look stick thin!" She blinked, staring up at him, and he nearly smacked himself. "Oh righ'... Can' speak English..." He looked at Russel, who thought for a moment.
"Bring her inside, 'D. Let's see if we can get some food in this kid."
The singer nodded, taking Noodle's hand, and lead the small girl into the building. She looked at her new surroundings as she was brought into the kitchen. She gave as small shrug and decided that if this place was her new home, so be it.
It was much better than the box.