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Plastic Emotion: I do apologize for the wait. I've been busy with two studio art courses and of course, my own personal art among three other classes. But every day I did my best to think where to go with this, and when I finally sat to write, it came to me, which I'm pleased with. And now, without further ado.
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The carton was smacked out of the man's hand before he had fully extended his arm. Ignoring the fact was the best thing the Brit could do, pulling out a lighter as he shielded the end of his cancer stick from the rough, choppy winds of Plastic Beach. A peace offering, and this was how she thanked him, arms crossed firmly over her small chest, glaring out those dazzling emeralds under all that violently cut hair. And with a face like that, it only brought attention to the bruise cleanly healing up around that right eye, the specifics of its origins still a mystery shrouded in the murky darkness. He could almost see the anger pulsing in sclera of the eye, a faded red from the vessel damage. Much more and her brains would be pouring from her ears, cooked and ready to serve, right next to Super Fast Jellyfish, just in time for breakfast. Or mid day snack, rather.
"So ridiculous, it's disgusting." the young woman sneered, the insult obviously sniped at her elder taking a long and hard drag to slowly release into the toxic air of his beach. The bassist smirked, twirling the fag between his middle and ring while pointing at her straight on, "Yo' Uncle Muddy never disappoints, darlin'. I'm the alpha male, yeh know that." Giving it a sharp tap, he rid the butt into the sand, or air, tucking his thumb between the elastic band holding his only form of clothing onto his body. Tan lines...There was one odd design...or concept...he hadn't thought about. Oh, well. "I believe you've changed for the worst." muttered the Asian, locking eyes with the bassist when he glanced up momentarily to only turn on his heel towards the entrance. Rubbing her fingers along her sockets, she grumbled incoherent grunts of self purification, cursing the creator of open ended jockstraps and venders who sold them to men like Murdoc. "Me? Nah...Never change. I am wot I am...I ain't the one 'ew's changed." he called over his shoulder, waving the cigarette in the distance.
Noodle sat alongside the singer's motionless body, save for the shallow amounts of air his lungs were managing. And like that she sat for more than an hour in the baking sun, eyes rarely leaving the poor man's face. As much as she despised to agree, Murdoc held some truth in his words on rare occasions. Fate had destined her to be here, and with determination, she had made it happen...but at what costs? Years had gapped between them. Confusion had even led to a replica of herself. Leave it to Murdoc and his insanity. And even 2D had thought she had been a strange and reoccurring hallucination from the drugs or paranoia feeding off him down below in that prison cell Murdoc liked to call a room. Since her arrival with Russel, things had flown into better winds, 2D's sanity especially, and their bond stronger than ever. Neither needn't say it. These things were understood. But to what extent?
As Noodle tucked her left arm under her head, her right hand gently brushed along the singer's, revving up an engine in her chest. She slowly glanced to her right, his face calm and tender (and a bit sunburned), cheek pressed up against the plush cushion. Within the hour he had rotated onto his belly, and somehow closer to her, his nose nearly pressed against her bicep. She could feel his muggy breath whistling soundlessly through the gap, and instead of outer discomfort, adding onto the sticky air of the tropics, it brought a cold sweat beginning right under her skin, teeth almost chattering from what she could only deem as a burst of nerves. "Calm yourself," she repeated, mentally throttling herself as she remained calm and relaxed alongside the young man. "I've touched him before...this should be no different."
But it was.
How she longed for him to grasp her hand back, or even tickle with wiggly fingers along the back of her hand. For him to cradle up in her arms whenever fear struck his heart, or empathy struck hers. To run her fingers down his stubbled cheeks and pinch his neck close while he supported her in his gawky way she loved so mu-...love. Her cheeks flamed darker than any burn could threaten her with as she imagined the gentle affection she would pull from his lips, or perhaps the rough desire he would have from hers, and maybe they would want more. Could be more.
She only took notice of her dry throat when she attempted to swallow in embarrassment. She had changed...and so had her feelings for the young man from Crawley. She was no longer that hyper teen ready to explode with creativity and hormones to boot. She had grown...gotten snarky when prodded, learned to defend and hold her own. She was woman now. But...would 2D understand? Could he understand? She wasn't a child anymore...but deciding the first move...
The bluehead's eyes lazily lifted for a moment, craning his neck up from the slight dumbed down drool he so often received as a side effect from a toxic Murdoc mix. His nose pressed up against her arm as he tried to move it with care, though everything he had taken did get him a bit heavy headed after a nap. Waking up from one dream world into the next was never a fun adventure for the poor lad, but in this one, there seemed to be a beacon of hope peering down at him with the loveliest of faces. If he could only touch it...to see if she was real...
The ramming in the young woman's chest nearly screeched to a halt as the singer who had begun to lean so closely to her own face flipped over violently to vomit the entirety of his breakfast and lunch over the side of the Sunball. Her Romeo...in all his unexpected glory. Her eyes rose up at the massive chuckling shadow peering down at the view from up so high. Noodle's blush curled deeper to her shoulders. Of course he had to witness that of all moments. However, his voice was far from joyous when he squatted down, 2D weakly glancing his way while wiping the sides of his mouth with his right thumb and pointer. "Hey, babygirl...do me a favor and get Captain Nutjob...there's somethin' off the horizon headin' this way, an' it don't look good."
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I hand the baton to All hail the mighty Shim.