((I'm working on the British accents, Keep bearing with me guys. ))
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Gorillaz, the Search for a Star contest or Kong Studios. They are the property of their creators and I gain no royalties from this so please don't sue me. I'm just a silly fan-girl who writes fan-fiction, I'm not even a legal adult. Again, I do not own the Gorillaz, Search for a Star or Kong Studios…Thank God.
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Yay! Another Chapter! - Go me! Anyways, yeah, I thought I'd try to get another chapter in as soon as I possibly could. I might actually get more than one chapter in on this fic. Ha-ha! Anyways, Thank you kittygirltheanimefreak for the first review and yup! That is one of Murdoc's lines in the Search for a Star contest! gives kittygirltheanimefreak muffins glee I also thank Danakagome, fat batch (),Tomorrow-Comes-Today, Gijinka Renamon, Karynia, DA Jersey Devil and WhoDidn'tKillBambi for the reviews too! …ah what the heck! Gives everybody muffins I love you people o.o
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The ceiling. It was the same beige ceiling Sarah had stared at every morning since she was fifteen. This morning though, it seemed like a new ceiling. Light barely squeezed in through her blinds and the tick tock of the many clocks on her walls created the sort of surreal atmosphere she needed. Instead of looking to one of the clocks on her wall, Sarah picked up a small digital watch lying on the floor near her bed. 10 A.M. She sat up and pulled her blanket up around her, looking around her room. It was plastered with Gackt, Gorillaz, and anime posters. She smiled at them. These posters had heard her struggling with the keyboard; they had heard her test out lyrics with music; they had guarded her when her muse occasionally ran away.
Sarah stood up and walked over to her stereo, pushing the power button and then play. The intro to the Demon Days album began playing and she threw her blanket back to her bed. She bobbed her head to the music a little bit and danced over to her closet. She threw open the wooden doors and grabbed out a blue-grey shirt trimmed with grey and the black number fifty-three on the front. She threw the shirt to her bed to join her blanket and began digging through the shelves in her closet for some pants. She pulled out a dark pair of blue jeans with white pleather stitched across the knees. She looked at them for a second then back to the shirt on her bed.
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Sarah sat in the lobby for what seemed like an eternity. She was alone and was reading the newspaper for the twenty-third time. She had gotten to the horoscopes again. Again she read the horoscope for Cancer.
"'Today is the day of fortune! You will realize your destiny with the help of people in high places.' Duh!" she recited and commented. She looked up as Kirishi walked in through the double doors. She smiled and waved to her friend. Kirishi came over smiling.
"Good morning!" Kirishi said, and she sat down next to Sarah.
"Mornin' mate," Sarah said handing the news paper to Kirishi, "I've read it more times than I'd care to count."
Kirishi laughed and took the newspaper from Sarah. Sarah stood up and stretched her legs. Sandi and Meg had already arrived and had gone off with their respective Gorillaz counter parts. She looked back to Kirishi and from the pocket of her friends skirt she saw a photo. Sarah smiled; she knew what the photo was. It was a picture of Kirishi's boyfriend Yuji. Kirishi always carried that picture with her. Sarah strolled back to her friend and sat down, sliding the picture out of Kirishi's pocket. Sarah looked at it. The boy in the picture had on a spiked collar and looked a like he was feeling ill. He also looked like he hadn't slept in well over a month. The corners of the picture were curling and there were a few creases and pieces missing out of it. Sarah smiled and put the picture in front of Kirishi's face.
"You were starting to lose this," she said suppressing a chuckle. Kirishi flushed and grabbed the picture, shoving it in her other pocket. She muttered a few things in German and then went back to reading the paper. Sarah closed her black eyes and listened to the clock on the far wall tick. She opened her eyes when Sandi came out and grabbed Kirishi by the wrist.
"C'mon, Noodle and Russel wanna jam a little bit," she said dragging Kirishi away. Kirishi dropped the newspaper in the chair and followed the normal looking girl, laughing. Sarah smirked, they still always thought of fun. Sarah and Sandi were the same age, but unlike Sandi who still cared deeply for games of laughter and joy, Sarah could never really fit into the mold. She enjoyed it yes, but she couldn't let herself go like that. She closed her eyes again and listened to the clock tick each second away. Sarah opened her void eyes barely a crack and she stared at the floor absently. No light danced across her features and she tapped her foot to a tune in her head she'd been working on. The clock seemed to further instill the song. She was working on lyrics, and the basic piano score. Time seemed to be a major factor in the song for some reason. She couldn't avoid time, and she couldn't change it at all. She could sure as hell try to figure it out though, and figure it out she would.
She looked up as the doors opened again and she stopped her tapping. 2-D poked his blue plumed head out and looked around. When he caught sight of Sarah, he smiled and called her over. She stood up, pulling her blonde hair into something resembling a ponytail and clipped it against the back of her head. She flashed a poised smile at 2-D and walked over to him. In her unconscious moment of trying to be cool, she subconsciously knew she could never be as such, and tripped on a slight jut from the tile floor. As she fell to the floor, her insane reality slowed to a crawl and the thought 'Oh, great - bloody, effing brilliant!' raced across her mind. Without warning, time decided to resume its normal function and she hit the hard floor with a thunk. She lay there, sprawled on the floor for a minute then cursed under her breath. She lifted herself up and she saw 2-D's hand. She lifted her gaze until she could see his face. He was giving a half smirk and his shoulders were shaking with muffled laughter. Sarah shot him her goofy smile and laughed.
For the first time she looked directly into 2-D's eyes. Odd as it was that they had both suffered the same injury, Sarah wondered if her eyes gave off the same impression his did. It seemed like there was a portal to his world in those eyes. For being black, they were so full of light and laughter that it made her shudder. His eyes were also sensitively cold. She felt some odd pity and remorse for him. They were a lonely pair, she realized. Most people could communicate their thoughts with their eyes, but they had lost that luxury. They were disconnected from expression in a way. She averted her eyes, not that he could tell, and she turned her head away a little bit to show she was off somewhere else. She scoffed a little bit…odd.
"Maybe that's why we've taken to music." She said distantly, taking 2-D's hand. He pulled her up and she bent over, dusting the knees of her pants off and fussing with spots of dust on the dark jean material.
"We can't express ourselves as easily as with just a look because of our eyes being as they are. So, we create our feelings all over again with music. Just so we can express them and fulfill some need that we have," she said, her voice creepily even and low. She straightened up and looked at 2-D, her deep and hollow black eyes laced with pain no one could see. Her facial features were calm, and almost aloof, but her eyes would have betrayed her, had they not lacked the ability to portray the pain deep inside of her small body. 2-D looked at her and smiled understandingly. He visibly shivered for a split second. It was terrifying that he knew the expressions the eyes of a dead man had, just from looking in the mirror day after day. He understood it though, and he knew that she did too. He reached out and wiped some dust off of her nose and turned around smiling, sticking his hands in his pockets with a childlike aristocracy.
"C'mon ya crazy moppet, let's go express ourselves," he said jokingly serious. Sarah cracked a shadow of a smile, but 2-D looked into her empty eyes and understood. They both gave each other the same smile. It was a done deal. They had a secret pact with each other now. Something that went beyond idol and idolater, master and pupil, they were prisoners of the same ironic fate; silent sufferers. Sarah laughed and began to follow him. Her eyes practically screamed to 2-D 'it's unfair that we two artists should have to be handicapped in expression. But we'll be fine and long as we can understand each other.' To everyone else though, it was barely audible above a whisper.
"I guess that we're meant to understand expression better by being unable to," 2-D said, putting Sarah's feelings into words, "like, sitting for a year in silence to understand a whisper better or somefink."
Sarah gave a murmured 'yeah', and continued about a pace and a half behind him. For someone who seemed so ready to shirk rules and play - a dullard as Murdoc would put it - Sarah admired 2-D for saying so easily the words she had choked on inside of herself for years. 'I'm lucky' she thought, and walked down the hallway after 2-D.
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Sarah's hands rested upon the keys of the piano and she stared hard at a half blank piece of sheet music in front of her. Grabbing a pen she had behind her ear for safe keeping, she scribbled in some notes on the paper and looked up to 2-D. He had fallen asleep across the back of the baby grand piano. Sarah snickered and watched as all of her friends who had come to join her attached random things to 2-D. Noodle had stuck about thirty tiny origami cranes in 2-D's blue mop of a head; Kirishi had drawn smiley faces on about ever part of skin that was showing; Meg had balanced a beer bottle on his knee, Murdoc had shoved an old cigarette butt a little ways into his left nostril and Russel was desperately trying to create an origami crane from watching noodle. Sarah mused to herself that the only thin Russel had thus far created, were origami plane wrecks.
She looked down at the keys and smiled, playing a lilting tune on the piano. She became lost in that zone she always created for herself when she composed. Her head swayed side to side a little as she created, and she smiled. This was one of the few times that her eyes expressed emotion that everyone could see. No one ever saw it though. She didn't mind. If they could feel it in the music, that was enough for her. She looked up and her fingers still grazed the keys of the piano like rain droplets. She grabbed the pen again and scribbled down a few notes. She then laid the pen on the top of the piano and looked over the last sheet of music.
"That'll do it," she said quietly. At this, 2-D gave a prodigious snort and woke up muttering something about zombie swans. The cigarette butt fell out of his nose and the beer bottle fell off of him. He looked around and everyone seemed to be acting normal, but 2-D could tell something was up. 2-D quirked his eyebrow and stood up, kicking the beer bottle away and he stretched, heading to the lavatory. Everyone watched him for a moment, and snickered to themselves. They waited a few moments, then, from the direction of the loo, they heard 2-D scream, ""What the bloody hell did you do to me!"
Everyone started laughing in spite of themselves – even Murdoc chuckled a bit. Within a few seconds, 2-D appeared with a terrible frown on his face and a few of the origami paper airplanes still in his hair. Everyone still laughed and then Kirishi piped up, "Put on a happy face!" This only made everyone laugh more because the smiles and grins Kirishi had drawn on him before were still there. 2-D tried to stay angry, but he couldn't. He cracked a smile and then laughed softly. Sarah no longer laughed, but a smile was still painted on her face. She was busy straightening up her sheet music and checking it over before she put it in her portfolio. Noodle walked over to her, still laughing.
"You want go with us?" She asked Sarah, smiling brightly. Sarah looked at her for a moment and then to 2-D. Most of the laughter had died down now, and it was a little obvious that Sarah had no clue what Noodle meant. 2-D caught her eye and laughed understandingly.
"We're all going out boozing kind of. Noodle was asking if you wanted to come along," he explained.
"Oh," Sarah said, "Well, of course! I'd love to go! Is everyone else going?"
"Yeah, you were the last one we had to ask," Sandi said smiling. Sarah smiled back at her and pulled the clip out of her hair, then she scratched her head. She looked out the window.
"Sunset already?" she asked no one in particular. She liked being in Kong studios. The building sat on a hill and you could see so much. She turned back to her friends and nodded her head.
"Then let's have fun tonight. We haven't exactly had a chance to celebrate yet, so this will be perfect," she said.
"Where do you wanna go?" 2-D asked.
"Dancing!" Kirishi exclaimed.
"That's the kind of energy we need! Alright then you lot, dancing it is!" 2-D said and walked out of the room. Everyone he left behind laughed – there were still a few origami cranes stuck in his hair.
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Ok, yes, this chapter was 'special' Haha! I'm sorry it's so short, I hit a rut for a long time, then got out of it then slid back into it. Well, please R&R and I'll get the next chapter up shortly! The story may seem tame now, but watch out! 3 - 2-D Channy
