Disclaimer: Yeah, don't own the Gorillaz. :P Uh, decided to take a short break from Days Before Noodle to write this. Took more care in writing the dialogues. This stories based on an interview I read. :D
Operation: You Got Mail
The group sat in their living room, each staring, watching the same thing.
"Mr. Muscles, why don' you go open it? Yeh?" came Murdoc's voice. He turned his gaze to Russel only for a minute. But no one made a move to open the large box before them. Silence took over the room once more.
"What do ya think it could be?" Russel asked, breaking the silence once more. He finally removed himself from the couch and took a few steps over towards the box.
They hadreceived a lot of things in the mail before, but nothing this big, besides Noodle.
"Ya don' suppose it's s'nother one like Noodles over 'ere, yeh?" Murdoc joked, remaining in his seat.
"Well, we won' know 'til we open it righ'?" 2D said not catching the joke. He moved closer to the box and tried to pull the tape off the top of the box to open it.
Murdoc stood and pushed him aside and pulled a knife from his pocket. As he shoved the knife into the middle of the box, he said, "This is 'ow ya open a box faceache." As he slid the knife to one side, a small "eep" emitted from the box. Murdoc paused and listened.
The group exchanged glances with one another. "I think there's something in there." Came Noodle's response.
"Well that was a given." Murdoc grumbled sarcastically. Ignoring the sound that had come from the box, he pulled his knife down to the other end in a quick motion, not worrying if he harmed whatever was in there or not.
"Careful Muds." Russel mumbled, still staring at the box.
Replacing his knife in his pocket, he pulled open the top of the box only to find a set of eyes staring up at him. The expression on it's face turned from frightened to delighted.
It popped it's own head out of the box with a loud delighted scream, almost ramming Murdoc in the head in the process. "Bloody 'ell." Murdoc growled taking a couple steps back, for once surprised. The box fell over as the little person jumped and bounced about joyfully. Empty bags of potato chips and cookies littered the floor from the box, and before anyone knew what exactly was going on, the little person had its arms wrapped around Murdoc's waist.
Murdoc grumbled his distaste before prying the little ones arms off of himself. This gave the group a chance to get a closer look at their obvious fan.
The little one had short light brown hair and a cute, yet slight boyish face. Looking closer though, it was obvious the little one was a girl. She looked close to Noodle's age, perhaps 11 or 12.
"Wow, our fans are gettin' younger and more stupid each day." Murdoc spat, still holder the little one by her arms, keeping her from hugging him again.
"Murdoc! Don't be rude." Noodles gave him a stern look, but it didn't help…much.
The little girlwas smartenough to know he'd just insulted her. She frowned and her eyes grew watery. "You don' like me?" she asked with a hint of anguish in her small voice.
For once, Murdoc was actually taken aback. He was about to open his mouth and say something he might regret later when the little one tore her hands away from him and wiped a couple tears away. Her expression changed from a hurt one to a angry one.
With a brief look of puzzlement on Murdoc's face, he picked the girl up and began for the front doors of the studio. The other three Gorillaz members followed close behind, still curious about the girl. Wondering, where she'd come from and what made her mail herself to them.
Murdoc opened one of the doors but paused a moment. "Yeh, so what's your name?" he asked still holding her as if she were some sort of rag doll.
Puzzled by this question, she answered hesitantly, "Marilyn."
"Well, Marilyn, it was nice seein' ya, drop by again soon." He said sarcastically, dropping her outside the doors and slamming the door shut in her face.
Noodle was tapping her foot, a stern expression still on her face. "Murdoc, that was mean. She was a fan, you shouldn't have treated her like that."
"If we were nice every time a fan sent them self in the mail, than we'd 'ave "fan mail" every day." He joked, ignoring the looks Noodle kept throwing at him.
Murdoc removed a beer from the fridge in his Winnebago. Popping the tab, he gave the place a glance. Ah, the Winnebago, his cozy little home, the payoff. He exited into his room, retrieving a magazine from the floor. Muds about fell down as one corner of the mobile home sunk down, as if a tire popped. His magazine shook in his hand and he gritted his teeth.
"Bloody 'ell!" he yelled as he threw down his magazine and threw open the door to the Winnebago. With his can of beer still in his hand, he stepped out and looked over all his tires. One of his front tires had a pocket knife ripped into it. It looked like 2D's pocket knife now that Muds started thinking a little more clearly.
"2D! Come out 'ere right now!" Muds yelled as he banged on his bedroom door. The little weasel had locked it.
"You're not 'ere to 'urt me are ya Muds? Ya sound angry." 2D called through the door, not taking the chance of unlocking it yet.
"Yeh, yeh, I'm not 'ere to 'urt ya. Just want an explanation of why yourknifewas in me Winnebago's tire." Murdoc answered, making his voice as calm as he could muster. He took a swig of his drink while waiting for the dullard to unlock his door.
2D finally unlocked the door and opened it slowly, though, Murdoc slammed it open as his impatience once again took over. Tossing the knife on his bed, he gave it a nod and asked, "Where do ya get off popping one of me Winnebago's tires!" he growled.
"Nononono! Muds I swear I didn'! I was in 'ere the whole time, I swear Muds!" he answered as he pulled himself from the door, only to find himself hiding behind it again.
Murdoc grumbled something under his breath that sounded like "liar." "Yeh, then what was your knife doin' in-" The sound of his Winnebago's engine cut him off. Murdoc turned and fled outside of 2D's room in time to see his precious baby slowly driving against the wall, creating the most annoying sound imaginable, as well as tearing up the side with the blown tire.
"My baby!" Murdoc screamed chasing after the mobile home.
"See, I told ya I didn' do it!" 2D hollered after Muds but made no move from his position in the doorway of his bedroom.
"Yo 2D, where's Muds? Dinner was an hour ago and I still haven't seen him." Russel called as he entered the small living room to find 2D watching some sort of zombie flick.
2D pulled his gaze from the TV and scratched the back of his head thinking. "Ah, yeh, 'e's been in the car park for the past hour staring at 'is Winnebago and drinkin'." 2D answered after recalling the events from earlier.
A great look of puzzlement appeared on Russel's face, obviously unaware of the events that had unfolded. "Why? What happened?" he asked in his confused state.
"I don' know myself really," 2D said before pausing, "Russ, I think we have a ghost."
"A ghost?" he repeated, wondering if 2D was even the right person to askabout what took place. Though, he couldn't exactly say he didn't believe in ghosts. Until he had him exorcised, his friend, Del, had possessed him. So, it was a possibility.
"Yeh, a ghost. Might wanna watch your back." 2D replied before standing and stretching a bit. He was starting to feel a bit tired, perhaps a nap would do him good.
2D went straight to his room, avoiding the mourning Murdoc on his way. He wasn't sure what kind of mood Muds was in right now and didn't want to take any chances.
As he closed the door behind him, he got the strange feeling that something was a bit off, but couldn't place it. It was probably just the zombie flick he'd been watching from earlier. He plopped himself down on his bed and pushed his shoes off .
2D yawned and shut his eyes, listening to the silence of his room. For him it had been a long day, what with the strange appearance of one of their fans. And then the appearance of a ghost. Or atleast, he thought it was a ghost. 2D was almost asleep when he heard the sound of someone breathing next to him, and could feel their warm breath on him. He opened an eye to find someone staring down at him.
"Aaaahh!" he screamed, it had given him such a fright that he'd fallen off his bed and almost hit his head on the nightstand.
A girlish voice giggled, and it was only then that he realized it was the fan from earlier that day. "What are you doin' 'ere?" he asked, still a little shaken. "'Owed, ya get in 'ere?" he then added to his question as he pulled himself up from the floor.
"Your door was unlocked." She answered with a small grin planted on her face.
"No no, I mean 'ow did ya get back inside the studio?" he asked again.
The girl frowned, obviously not amused by this question. Perhaps she hadn't been expecting to be questioned when she came in here. Or perhaps she was recalling being thrown out by Muds. "Took it from Murdoc when I was hugging him earlier." She answered with a bored expression now on her face.
"Oh…well, you probably shouldn' be 'ere, Muds might get mad if 'e sees ya 'ere." 2D stammered unsure of how to have her leave him in peace. Unlike Murdoc, he didn't like being rude especially to little kids.
Marilyn as she was called, stood up and for a moment 2D thought she was leaving. Instead however, she stopped at his nightstand and grabbed his cell phone and pain killers. Pocketing the pills she flipped open his cell and began looking through his messages.
"'ey, give me back me stuff." Marilyn only ignored him as she opened his bedroom door and took a step outside, the door knob still in her hand. "I went through all that trouble to get here, and not one of you cares." she said coldly. Was she trying to get back at him for what Muds had done? Or maybe the fact that none of them had bothered to defend her or allow her back inside was the reason for her sudden distaste.
Whatever the reason, he couldn't just let her take his stuff, it didn't belong to her. And he needed his pills. By this time he'd climbed over his bed and charged across his room towards her not actually planning to run her over or hurt her, but stop her. And to his displeasure, he ran into the door as she shut it in his face. Rubbing his nose, he opened the door in time to see the girl scurrying away towards one of the doors leading to the corridors.
"Muds, 'urry, she's getting' away, and she's got me pills!" 2D called across the car park.
As 2D yelled this, Murdoc used his logic to realize it was her, it was Marilyn who had done this damage to his precious Winnebago. Who else would dare do such a thing? "Yeh, who cares 'bout your pills, that she-devil ruined my baby!" Murdoc shouted, gaining the girls attention only for a second as she slipped past the door and into the corridors. She made it just in time to miss an empty beer can fly at her from Murdoc.
2D had yanked open the door and stared down the corridors to find that the girl had escaped again. Pulling his head out of the doorway and shutting the door, he turned to Murdoc who was currently cursing very loudly at the thought that the girl got away.
"So, what are we gonna do?" 2D questioned after Muds had finished his tantrum.
"What are we goin' to do? We're goin' to catch 'er dullard." Murdoc growled in response, angrier than he had been when he thought 2D has slashed his tire.
To be continued…