A Blast from my Past
Chapter 2: One Faithful day in the Graveyard…
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"In the sixties people took acid to make the world weird, now the world is weird people take Prozac to make it look normal" -Damon Albarn. Hmm. Too rite, mate. This is fun! I love quotes! I found them all on a random abandoned forum a few days ago when I was just pissing around on the net. I kind of regret it… the amount of time I spent looking at all of those… and all that money… oh dear… anyhow! Here's a chappy!
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I don't own Gorillaz. Poor, insecure, confident, cheeky, energetic Damon Albarn does along with… err… talented… and brig- … an awesome artist named Jamie Hewlett. Sorry, man… I should really do more research on him now that I practically can write a 10 page essay on Dan Abnormal. Speaking of which- oh, no, I won't. No one cares.
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The Japanese teen quietly strolled through the deserted graveyard. An ominous chilling feeling swept over as she passed the various shady graves of the deceased. She gripped her scythe tightly in her clammy hands and scanned the area for the walking corpses. But nothing. She continued her journey till she reached the large gate with the wiring spelling out her home's name: KONG. She rested her sharp scythe on a stone pillar and leaned on the iron bars. The heavy weather clouded over her as she stared out into the vast land where death and disease once flooded through satellites brainwashing and creating the celebrity conformists and stereotypical followers. (Wow… now I remember why I admire Gorillaz.)
She sighed and looked up into the sky fighting back tears. That was what her mission was, to bring back the peace and stop the war. That was the message the Gorillaz were trying to communicate and warning people of. For some, it obviously didn't work. Everything faded into silence for a while until Noodle was brought back to reality but a faint whipping sound of… blades. She searched the skies and out of the dark grim clouds burst out a large black helicopter. Noodle gasped and watched in fear thinking she was about to suffer the same fate as the 100's of people she was mourning for. It hovered in the air a bit and gazed at her. She couldn't move, she froze transfixed upon it waiting for its attack. It slowly lowered down and landed abruptly on the ground.
Noodle darted behind a pillar and took her scythe in hand. She peered from behind and saw the helicopter's blades slow down and the door pop open. She kept well hidden and watched in amazement and confusion as several teenagers stumbled out of the aircraft and fell into a pile on the dusty grounds. They erupted in an endless chatter of hormones and bickering as they stood up and dusted themselves off. Noodle quickly counted them up… 9! Nine kids! What the hell were nine kids doing driving around in a chopper through the middle of nowhere?! Noodle gapped at the sight before her as they grouped together and one was the distinct leader who tried to quieten them down.
"Guys! Guys! Just be quiet for a minute!"
"Say please," one girl spoke snootily. The other girl leader gave her a glowering look and carried on as they all fell silent and thoroughly examined where they had landed.
"Where are we?" another asked.
"Britain…?"
"Yeah, we are, we did cross an ocean. The… err…"
"Pacific?"
"No, it was the red sea, wasn't it?"
"I thought it was black!"
"SHUT UP! I will kill you all for your lack of geography skills! We crossed the English Channel, that's why it was such an ephemeral trip. Anyway-"
"Where in Britain are we?"
"Get an atlas."
"This doesn't look like London…"
"No where near, mate."
"PLEASE SHUT UP, EVERYONE!" the leader screamed again. By now Noodle had no idea who was talking and who hadn't even uttered a word yet. She just quietly watched in awe as they tried to sort themselves out. Probably a school trip gone wrong or something. They arrogantly fell silent once again. "… Thank you! Now I can concentrate and, don't worry, I'll find out where exactly we are on the globe and how we can get back to Japan inconspicuously… so there won't be a fourth loss…" A few looked down sadly and one even turn away from the others and dug her face in her hands. The leader coughed nervously.
"… That's a nice home," one guy said impressed by its structure. Noodle raised her eyebrows in surprise of his unusual taste. A girl beside him cringed in disgust.
"I hate it, I wouldn't even be caught dead in there," she spoke with a strong exaggerated ego and American accent. Noodle snarled at her and watched the leader walk over to the guy who liked her home as the rest started quietly talking amongst themselves. Noodle could just make out one conversation.
"You said that you saw someone…? A girl?"
"Yeah, I did, she was standing by the gate when we were landing but now-" Noodle hastily pulled her head back behind the stone as the turned towards it. From here on in, it was too risky to secretly spy on them. "-She's gone… I think she ran inside. I lost her when we got out of the chopper."
"Well, maybe that was because WE SCARED HER AWAY WITH OUR CONSTANT ARGUING!" she fumed turning to everyone behind her who tried to act all indigent. She sighed in frustrated and Noodle could pick up her footsteps coming closer… should she run… or greet them? "I'm going to go inside this… KONG…? And find out where we are and if they have any supplies."
"Yeah, well, a house as big and fancy as this is bound to have a rich owner… owners…?"
"We might even make some new friends!"
"We'll be lucky if we can get an ant to smile warmly at us with YOU around. The only people who respect us are us. Everyone else hates us."
"It shouldn't be us they hate, it should be them."
"Too right. Anyone want to stay behind, stay by the gate and DON'T wonder off again! Stay put! I'm going in…" Noodle silently ran behind a large gravestone and held her breath as they walked up to the gate. They pulled them apart and swung them out with the sinister creaking noise to set off the whole scene. They set their eyes on the graveyard before them and gasped. It was a good thing the zombies were staying dead during this hour… actually, it was unfortunate that they couldn't get eaten and chased far, far away. Noodle kept petrified as 5 walked right past unawares of her presence. She watched the lone boy dawdle behind the rest of the gang and Noodle couldn't help but smile at this guy who distinctively stood out to her.
He was a bit taller than the rest of his friends and quite lanky like 2D with an arched back. His black hair shone in the rare light of the sun and was straight and short. His face was very pale and had a pair of beady black eyes with a thin mouth and coy smile. He had a very strange style of clothing that, unexplainably, gave off a sort of creative an artistic attitude. He wore a plain white t-shirt which had like splattered red on the front along with black skinny jeans and red chucks. (Ok… think Alex James for a lack of my descriptive skills) Noodle rather liked this guy and as she was watching them from behind her rock, she completely forgot that a few stayed behind her…
"ALEX! ALEX! IT'S YOUR GIRL! IT'S YOUR GIRL!" a boy screamed hysterically and pointed straight at Noodle with a murderous glare as she glanced at him. Noodle's crush turned around urgently and the leader pushed passed them all and ran to Noodle's grave. She didn't think there was any point of running so she stood up and walked out to greet the leader with a nervous smile.
"H-Hi, erm… And what brings a bunch of adolescents to Kong Studios…?" There was awkward silence where the 9 teens just stared at her each with their own individual looks of judgment. She rubbed her neck and she waited for a verdict from the leader. Noodle stuck out her hand warmly and smiled more confidently just trying to be her usual cheerful self. "I'm Noodle. Guitarist of Gorillaz." The leader looked at her hand vacantly and then at her face as she studied her with an unsure expression. Finally, she smiled gratefully and shook her hand.
"… I'm Melanie. Rebel and… ex-conformist from Canada."
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Ok, I'll avoid the story and stick to my quotes ('cos I love them so much) Alright! Here's one: 'I'm not a shag athlete… I'm really not' -Alex James. So modest. Let's have another, eh? Meh… maybe next chapter, I don't want to distract anyone from the main reason you come to this page on the net. Anywho…! Actually… that's all I wanted to say. So Ciao!
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