A Blast from my Past
Chapter 3: Meet The Gang!
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Err… I… Am… Practically… Dead… Speechless. … Err… Damon can be a little offensive… "American kids are raised on steroids but British kids are raised on books" -Damon Albarn. Such a prick, eh? I still love him though. He was probably just drunk and whatnot...
2D: Yea', 'e probly was smokin' sommthink dodgy back then.
Shadz: -stares in absolute shock- OMG! NOT AGAIN! I THOUGHT I GOT RID OF YOU! NO! GO AWAY, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE ANYMORE! YOU ONLY BROUGHT ME AN INTERESTING CONVERSATION AND ONE WAY TICKET TO THE LOONY BIN! FACK OWFH! –Pops a… actually 10 Xanax pills-
Muds: -mock horrified voice- No! I'm melting! Melting!
Shadz: … Damn it, I forgot that line…
Russ: Wot line?
Shadz: the one from the Body Snatchers, it went something like… 'Where ya gonna run? Where ya gonna hide? Where ya gonna go? Nowhere. 'Cos there is no one left like you.'
Noods: What does that statement have to do with your current situation?
Shadz: … How long does it take for figments of one's imagination to fade away?
Muds: Well it's not instant, love.
Shadz: It bloody well should be! … RAACKKKHHH! –Everyone jumps in alert-
Muds: Fuckin' 'ell!
2D: Wot did yer do tha' for?!
Shadz: I felt calm bliss and inexplicable rage simultaneously. It's gone now though; take a chill, everything's cool.
Noods: -fumes- A warning next time would be much appreciated.
Shadz: -rolls eyes and walks away- Here's a chappy. :)
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Noodle examined the leader thoroughly. Her hair was a dirty blonde colour and layered at shoulder length, her skin reflected the bright sky's glow on her pale skin and bright green eyes, a little lighter than Noodle's. Dressed in colour coordinated summer daywear. Not exactly the perfect choice of clothing for a godforsaken, zombie-infested and thunderous hilltop in the middle of Essex though.
"It's great to meet you, Melanie. And…?" Noodle gazed around at everyone starting to cave in on her indicating for them to introduce themselves.
"Oh, yes, meet the gang!" she said merrily and randomly picked a timid looking before them. She was smaller than everyone around her and her long stringy blonde hair fell over her smooth skin with a few freckles on her pointed nose, rosy pink tinted cheeks and hidden perfect bone structure. Her baby blue eyes transfixed on Noodle with a daunting glare. Her clothes very tattered and torn that covered most of her body and were quite loose. Melanie pointed at her and smiled and made her way clockwise around everyone. "This is Nellie. She was trained- …I mean, she is excellent in paramedics, surgery and just general health and hygiene. Got an issue? Nell's ya gal." Nellie coyly smiled at Noodle and nodded lightly.
"This is Michael. If he wasn't stuck with us, he'd be in the Olympics." Mike's had short chocolate brown hair and a sort of oval face, a pair of thick black sunglasses on his eyes making his judgment of her very inconspicuous. As anyone would have guessed, he was wearing very athlete clothes of a white Nike t-shirt, navy track pants and trainers. He smiled and nodded his head also. Next?
"Our cook, Jason. He makes a mean apple pie but a bit of a tart sometimes though, he is," she said warningly and cast him a cold smile. "Isn't that right, Jas?" He didn't speak but raised his eyebrows with a skeptical ear to ear grin. He had spiky white-blonde hair and a slightly burnt face and fair skin. His light brown eyes glistened with delight.
"This be Jim… Mechanic metal head." Mel referred to the guy ahead of her with bright red hair styled into a Mohican. His hazel eyes gazed into Noodle's with an almost murderous glare and he had various silver piercings around his face. A fake leather jacket, band t-shirt, long jeans and some killer platform black boots with buckles. Yep, just what Noodle feared. Murdoc's son.
"Alex. Quiet guy but loves his art. Got sharpened pencils and everything." Alex's attention turned to the Japanese teen and she tried to avoid his eye contact as he smiled warmly at her. She bowed her head slightly allowing her bangs to cover her eyes and hopefully her cheeks which were starting to radiate a little heat of embarrassment. An artist, eh? She only wished he wasn't as… peculiar as her band's cohort and video director, Jamie Hewlett. Melanie frowned in confusion at them both but mentally shrugged it off the obscure teenage behavior and moved on.
"Ah, where am I… Stanley! Now, Stan is… what can I say? The modern Einstein."
"It's alright, Mel, you're allowed to use my average term in front of our new friend," he said.
"Nerd," Jason shot at him bitterly. Melanie glowered at him and rolled her eyes moving on. In fact, Stan really was the nerd. He had the outfit of the buttoned stripped white shirt, a light brown jacket, belt and brown trousers rolled up slightly at the ends revealing dark grey socks and brown laced shoes. The straight cut on his straight black hair, a solemn face and black ridged glasses. (I just stole Graham Coxon's appearance. Could this mean something…? I had a dream about him last night… oh, sorry, I'll smeg off now)
"This is our very own hippy! Violet. Bright girl with a bright mind and imaginative outlook. Writing enthusiast." The hippy smiled at her excited and cast her the peace sign with her right hand. This was truly getting too much. She had medium-length chestnut brown hair pulled back with a green headband. She wore a few rings and bracelets and a large necklace with the symbol she worships of peace. Totally lacking the conventional values altogether. One more to go…
"And last but not… actually, yeah, possibly least," the girl snarled at her volunteer presenter who smirked back "But she has her style. Our designer: Olivia." Oli looked away snootily and Noodle remembered this girl who insulted her home and now showed no remorse whatsoever when she knew she had heard her disturbing comment. Her blonde and brown streaked hair fell in a wavy fashion. Her azure green eyes filled with arrogance and bitterness along with her radiant and healthy-looking skin. Her clothes appeared expensive and held a great variety of culture and authentic designs but obviously a designer would make her own clothes. Melanie smiled and gestured her group again. "Despite our silence, we are all very pleased to meet you, Noodle."
"Great commentary," Noodle said and Melanie laughed.
"Thanks. Anyway, Noodle, could you please tell us where exactly are we?"
"Essex, Britain. And as far as homes go, this is mine. On top of a hill in the middle of nowhere," Noodle pointed at Kong and everyone looked it up and down in absolute awe. "Are you lost?"
"No, you just told us where we are," Jason replied dimly. Noodle decided to ignore him and waited until everyone was brought out of their impressed state.
"What are you all doing out here?"
"Well, actually we were planning to continue our unconventional odyssey onto Ireland but the chopper was on the blink. If we kept going, we were afraid we would lose power over sea or a city or something."
"But why'd you stop here?"
"Ok, no offense or anything, but we just generally thought that a strange isolated mansion like this didn't contain you're average everyday people who followed the customs, you know? Alex said he saw a girl gazing up at us like petrified and I just thought I'd dump this tragedy on you and said, 'Right! Take her down, Mr.J!'"
"Well, it's lucky you landed here. We aren't actually considered 'normal'."
"There are more of you?"
"Yes, we're a band, we all live together here. It's just me, 2D, Russel and Murdoc… and other various… companions."
"Companions, eh? Mm, very interesting."
"If you don't mind my intrusion on your own business but… why did 9 teenagers hijack a helicopter and cross the ocean over to Britain with no parental guidance at all and irrational intentions with, what seems like, thin patience?" Everyone looked impressed by her question.
"Wow. Long words."
"Um… see… the thing is Noodle, that…" Melanie hesitated and turned around to her friends with an unsure longing stare. A few gestured supportive nods and others threatening shakes. She turned back to an eager Noodle and opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by a thunderbolt striking just a while away in the landfill followed by the arrival of Essex's common storm clouds. A few people gasped and looked panic-stricken as they watched the sky and murmured fearfully. Melanie bit her lip and gazed up into the sky. She winced and put her head down and rubbed her face when a drop of rain landed in her eyes. She stared at Noodle with a keen smile and she knew what she wanted… and needed.
"Your weather doesn't too much look nasty, does it?" she joked as more rain started to fall onto them all. Noodle sighed and hastily walked up the hill to the gate and indicated for them to follow.
"Come inside, everyone, it's going to storm and you may actually like the rain but you do not want to be out here when our weather hits its worst. Follow me." Noodle turned around and walked through the gate and calmly up the hill. Everyone watched her and Melanie grinned thinking she had already made a new friend.
"Well…? You heard her, my humble siblings. I think we just found ourselves our refuge for a few days. Run amok, my loyal subjects! We are home!" Everyone turned to each other and grinned and then burst out spontaneously in a frantic run up the large steep hill as the rain built up more heavily, leaving Mel alone at the bottom as she chuckled to herself in relief. She suddenly frowned and started to make her way up the mountain in a power walking and snobbish manner and she put her hands to her mouth. "AND DON'T FORGET YOUR MANNERS, YOU UNGRATEFUL TOADS!" Noodle rolled her eyes as she reached door and stood rigid taking into account what this meant and how was she going to tell the band as everyone puffed a while back behind her. She sighed wearily and shook her head staring at the sludge mixture on the ground.
"… What have I done?"
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Alright, there's gratitude for you lot. My business is done, my mission carried out, I must now leave and complete one of my other numerous plans still to accomplish. Thanks for reading, leave a little note in the reviews section and come again in a few days or so 'cos I like you and you're my buddy. :)
2D: Awrigh'. Who are yeh an' wha' 'ave yeh done wit' Shadz?
Shadz: … -stares bewildered- I'm sorry, was that a question?
2D: … yea', it was.
Shadz: … No…!
2D: -frowns in confusion- …?
Shadz: …No…? Was it really?
2D: -sighs- I don' even know why I bother anymore. –walks away-
Shadz: … I don't believe it…! That was actually a question! …No…! No. He was lying, I knew he was, the sly git. –shakes head and walks away mumbling to self- Silly 2D, thinkin' I would fall for that old trick again…
Muds: … I'm not even gonna say anythin'.
Russ: Ditto. –Both walk away-
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