Noodle looked at the bank in front of her; Clydesville bank, with, as she had expected, a large chandelier atop it's cieling. Her plan: to use the samurai sword that she brought with her from Kong to cut the chandelier off of the cieling, after huddling the people inside into the area of which it would fall, and then grabbing the money that she needed. It was an expert plan, she thought to herself over and over again. She took the sword and hid it in her shirt. She then went into the bank, not acting suspicious at all. Just a normal adult, going in to get some money from her bank account. Or everyone else's bank account... She took a gold bar out from her pocket, from Kong, and stood directly beneath the chandelier. "Free gold anybody?! I've got a FREE gold bar here! Come and get it!" she exclaimed to the masses. Instantly, a swarm of people ran over to her. Even security gaurds and officials! She then nimbly jumped to the chandelier. With a single slice of her blade the chandelier fell, and a scream was heard, followed by many others. Noodle looked down upon the entrapped mass below her. She leaped off of the chandelier and climbed to the registers taking thousands of Euros. She strided off with a child-like skip in her step, followed by the harassed moans of victims of her little stunt. "Ha!"
Noodle ran off from the scene, never to return.
Like a child, she impulsed to return to her home, but she could never do that. 2D would hate her, and so would Russel. She wasn't even sure what Muds would think... She had never valued his opinion anyways... He was a tosspot. She started to feel stupid- she was just walking around London with a huge handful of Euros and a samurai sword in hand! She immediately sat down and stuffed it in her suitcase, along with the samurai sword and bar of gold. She walked over to a little bakery and bought some donuts and a coffee. Noodle hated the taste, but at least it kept her awake. She kept walking until she found a motel, Motel sle-z. She took a room and a sterio and listened to Coldplay and Blur all night, and a bit of Franz Ferdinand. "Viva La Vida" was her favorite album ever, and drew much inspiration from it. She laughed abolut memories from times with the band, and pondered a solo project. Throughout the night she thought about lots of things, including herself again. At about 12:20 she fell asleep, the best sleep that she had had for a week. When she awoke, she heard gunshots, and shouts of police officers. "Oh shit..." Noodle said to herself. "They found me..."
She looked outside the window and saw them taking away a gruff man with a gun, and a woman being carried away on a stretcher. "Whew... They're takin away some shooter..." She got up and got dreesed, and went to a caffe across the street. She ordered a triple shot, and puked a few minutes after having it. It made her feel... Sick. She got a bagel and left, bored out of her head. Across the street she saw a paper. On the cover it proclaimed: MASS FORECLOSURES IN LONDON! GET A GREAT PRICE ON A GREAT HOME! PLENTY HOMES ARE OUT THERE, SO START SPENDING! "Hmmm... Perhaps I could by a home..." She bent down and checked her suitcase. She still had plenty of money to put down a down payment. She bought the paper and browsed the homes for sale, and she found the one she wanted. "Great home! North london, wrap around deck, 2-story, pool, all-new appliances, new carpet, STAINED GLASS WINDOWS! Get it while it's hot!" It had a number on the lower left corner. She decided to call it. She took out the cell phone she had gotten for her 19th birthday and dialed the number. "Hello?" A voice on the other line. "Hi. This is... Umm... Lisa... Emmet... Nadalia..." Noodle replied, using a fake name. "Okay. Now, are you a potential customer?" The lady asked. "Yes. I would like to buy the house in North London." It was on. She was doing it.
Noodle met the woman on the other line, Brandine, at her office to put down a down payment and fill out some documents. The entire process was quite boring and tedious, but Noodle was happy to have done it. She took a Taxicab over to the home and found it to be quite beautiful, exactly like she had imagined! It was everything the newspaper had said, plus more! The pool was great! It had a deep end and a shallow end like most pools, plus a diving board! Inside it was fully furnished, ready for her to move into! She lay down on the couch, leather. It was cozy and comfortable, and she sighed a sigh of contentment. This was Noodle's new life, fully furnished. Of course, her journey wasn't over yet- she still needed a job, and possibly a car. She coundn't spend too much money in the country since officials would get suspicious, and so she decided to wait to buy a car. Decisions, decisions... So many decisions... What job would she get? What car would she get when she needed to? Would her new life turn out better, or for worse? She didn't know. She went out to the grocery store later to buy some food. Still desicions- cucumbers or zuccini? Noodle paced through the grocery store, afraid that somebody would shout "There she is! The bank robba from the paypas! STOP HER!!!" Noodle made her way quickly through the store, avoiding eye contact with anyone. When she got to the checkout line, she simply loaded her groceries and stared at the floor. "'Ey pre'y la'y. 'oo new in 'own?" The cashier asked. "No. I've lived here all ma life." She replied saunterly. The man frowned at her displeasure and rang her up. "Dat'll 'e 139.5219 Eu'o." Noodle handed the man a wad of cash and he just sat ther, dumbfounded; the girl had given him 3,000 Euro too much. She ran off holding her groceries. She stopped another yellow colour taxicab; the same one as from earlier. The driver tried to make converstion but Noodle simply gave him the evil eye. They arrived at her house shortly later and she tipped him a few pence. She put away the groceries as quick as she could and watched Hot Fuzz- her favorite movie brought from Kong. She sat back and relaxed, content with her new life. Oh yeh. She could get used to this.