He knocked on the tall box set in front of him.
Clunk. Clunk.
No movement.
He put his ear to the one of the holes in the box. Possibly air holes? Hmmm…
He thought he heard light breathing. He backed away, looked at the box, and slowly inched toward the hole to peak in. Closer, closer, and suddenly…
"AH!!" the lanky man screamed.
A green eye appeared in the hole as he drew closer. Scared, he was taken a-back and fell into a small collection of beer cans that the bassist had left there the night before. A large and intimidating man came in. He was short, but large in width. His weight was maybe an estimated, 291 pounds. His eyes were white; an eerie effect against his dark mahogany skin. He wore a yellow cap on his head, a large white-tee that said Dunkin Dignuts (yes it was ment to be spelled that way), typical blue jeans, and size 16 Nike's.
"What's going on man?" he screamed.
He looked at the blue haired man that had collapsed onto the floor. Yes, the man with the blur hair. Eccentric? Quite. Now his eyes were a sinister black that lay against his pale skin. Why were his eyes black? That's a whole other story.
He was tall and very thin, boney, and lanky. He wore a clever shirt, "T-Virus." T-Virus is the name of the virus that turned people into zombies in the famous game series, "Resident Evil." This was an obvious statement he made, showing that he loved zombies. The fact that he looked like one was very ironic. He also wore very tight jeans and worn out, green converse.
"Eh? We'll, there's somethin' in at box over there." He explained, pointing to it fearfully, with a heavy accent.
The large man walked over to the box to peek inside. He saw nothing but darkness.
"There's nothing in there man. Go open it. It's probably a blowup doll for Murdoc or something." He explained.
Blue sighed.
"Fine. But if 'ets a monsta, then you're in trouble." He warned.
Blue found a crowbar and began to pry it open. When it was finally open, it was empty. He stuck his head inside. Nothing. Suddenly, something fell on his head.
"…an 'airclip?"
He looked up. All he could see was a small dark figure, positioned at the top of the box, their arms, and feet, pushed onto the walls of the box, to hide up there. Suddenly the figure jumped onto the Blue's head.
"AHHHHH!" he shouted.
The fat man let out a loud laugh. Blue just kept screaming. All he could see was darkness with a slight bit of light that showed a pair of 'Hello Kitty' panties. Finally, the figure released itself for the Blue's head. He shook his head and opened his eyes. Then he saw her.
She was short. Tiny actually. Maybe, 9 or 10 years old? She was defiantly Japanese, had a large and complicated looking helmet on her head, where her dark shiny hair fell out from the bottom. She wore a strange brown dress with many different and colorful patches on them, and had a green, Les Paul guitar with stickers on it, in her right hand.
"あなたはだれ?!" she shouted in Japanese.
The two men looked confused.
"I 'ave no idea what shes sayin'" Blue said.
"Neither do I." responded the fat one.
She shouted more things in Japanese that neither one of them could understand. Then, the girl said the only word she knew in English.
"Noodle!" she cried.
"Noodle?" the two responded.
"Noodle! Noodle!" she shouted again.
"Is 'at you're name little girl?" Blue asked.
"Noodle!" she shouted once more.
"Umm…okay than. Noodle is you're name. I'm 2D, and this is Russel. I think you're tha guitarist that Murdoc planned ta add ta our new band."
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