(A/N: Okay, so here's chapter 2. Now I forgot to say this last time but I don't want to offend anyone! Somethings in my story may be offense to people. Like the way I type the accents. If it does offend you I'm very sorry! I know not everyone in the U.K. Sounds like this. I just think this is how Sky sounds. Hence, since she's my character she could speak in Russian if I wanted her to!....But she doesn't because she's English. Also 2-D does sort of talk like this. "I can' catch it! Look is' to slippery. I can'- I can' kill it!" "MELT IS' FACE!!"lol. If you didn't know I was making a reference to "The eel" Gorillaz bite. Anyways this chapter may be a little more offense then the rest but I'm not cracking on any ones race or anything. I just mention some of the stereo-types every ones heard about. Like all Americans being fat and ignorant and all Canadians saying "eh" at the end of their sentences. I don't believe any of these stereo-types myself because I dis-like ignorant people...a lot, hence I'm not ignorant, I can be though and I'm not really fat either. I may not be Canadian,(my great grandparents were) but I say "eh" at the end of sentences a lot and, again no offense, but my teeth are pretty bad, playing on the term "all British people have bad teeth", my friends even joke around with me about it, it's all in good fun though. :D Anyways not much of the Gorillaz in this chapter but the rest of the chapters will have them a lot. *Wink, Wink* Again I forgot to mention this but I don't own Gorillaz. Well, please give me some feed back about what you think. Good or bad, please be dignified though if your telling me I need to fix something.)
Chapter Two.
After waiting for two weeks I decided to un-pack my bags from my trip to the U.S. of A.
Sticking the last pair of pants in my dresser I go down stairs and put my dirty laundry in the washer, I live in a apartment complex you see, I went back up stairs and turned on my PlayStation an put in Silent Hill, the game.
Sure any normal person'd get the willies playing this game by themselves but I saw it as more fun.
After an hour of game play I saved my progress and turned the PlayStation off. As I did so Bailey came storming into my apartment, going into the kitchen.
Sitting back down on my old fashioned, 70's print couch, I click through the television programs and stop on "Skin Walkers". The banging and clanging in the kitchen had stopped and out came Bailey with a bag of potato chips and about seven cans of off brand beer.
Sitting down beside me she drops a can in my lap, opening one for herself and tearing open the bag of chips.
Opening my own beer, I take a sip and focus on the movie. I'm pretty sure the next second Bailey starts to talk to me but all that reaches my ears is that "wont wont" sound that the adults in the peanuts make. Honestly, who can understand them? I smile to myself at the though.
Next moment though, a screech like a bird's echo's through the room and the back walls of my brain.
Looking over at Bailey I swallow the saliva that had gathered up in my mouth. "Uh, yeah?" I ask, nervously.
"I wos talkin' to you dumb shit. I'm only gonna' repeat myself once. WOT....DID...YA....NEED....TA....GO....TO....THE....U.S.....FO'?" She speaks loud and clearly like I'm retarded or I'm deaf. I honestly hate when she does stuff like that. I'm not mentally disabled or anything, I just tend to take in information slower than "normal" people. I'm not deaf either. Sometimes I just block out what's going on around me and get lost in my thoughts or the music that always seems to play in the back of my mind.
If I told Bailey that though she'd probably just snicker and say something like, "Wot thoughts? Your 'eads like an empty nut shell."
Stuffing a hand full of chips in her mouth she waits for me to answer.
"Well......thea' wos a concert I 'ad been dying to see an' so I decided to go ova' thea' and see it." I answer and set my gaze back on the television.
Smacking me, she rubs her temples soothing a vein that had began to pop out of her skull. "You 'ave the money ta go an' see a concert in America but you don' 'ave the money ta pay ren'?!" She hollers in my ear. Getting up, obviously annoyed, she heads toward the kitchen and puts up the chips.
"Yeah. Wai', I mean no. I'm gonna' get anotha' job! I only got fiad' 'cause my bosses a prick." I wave my arms a bit.
"You were playin' computer games." She replies blankly.
No comment. Yeah that's true.....but, "I 'ated my job anyway's. Sittin' at tha desk fo' like eigh' 'ours straight!"
I had a office job. I'm sure you could already tell.
I hated my job. No really. I HATED it. Loathed it is a better term.
Bailey was the one that had hooked me up with the job but I don't think she did it to be nice. I had told her once that if I had to work in an office all day I'd go barking mad. All those cubicles. Lined up like you were supposed to get lost. I honestly had no idea what those people did all day. Just sitting their typing....and typing...and TYPING! I had no idea what I was doing to be honest. Going crazy a little bit each day? Most likely.
That's why on the news you see those business guys in suites and stuff standing at the edge of like fifteen story buildings, threatening to jump. I can already imagine what their thinking, "I'd rather die than go to that damn job again."
Let's face it though. I'm 24 and can't keep down a job. Can't talk to boys without them thinking I'm mental, can't really do much of anything useful. My parents probably knew I was gonna be a screw up in the early years of my life so they dumped me at an orphanage when I was about six or so. I can still remember them though. My mum was Irish and had shocking blond hair while my dad was British, grew up in Whales, and he was a red head. A ginger to be technical. That's where I get my unnaturally red hair from, my dad. No freckles though. I don't remember having any siblings, that doesn't mean I don't have any though.
In all though I'm a pathetic excuse for a human being. Bailey on the other hand surprisingly was well off. Had a job at the local pub, a vehicle to get around in and a permanent residence above the pub. Once when she was sober and being nice for a change said to me, "Look 'ere you. I'm 33 and gettin' on up in tha yea's. Tha's why I've got a job and ca'. 'Cause I've been workin' fo' a long time ta get it. You' still young. You've got plenty of time ta worry about gettin' settled."
Remembering what she had said I smile.
Chuging the rest of her beer Bailey comes over and pats the top of my head in a somewhat friendly manner. "If ya get evicted don't come cryin' ta me. I 'aven't got any room for you. Well I gotta run. Jus' came by ta steal some beer." She says, staggering out the door.
Turning back to the movie my mind wanders again.
Just two weeks ago I had meet 2-D, along with Noodle, Russel and Murdoc. Me and 2-D have talked almost every day. We haven't go a chance to hang out any though because Murdoc has been busting every body's nuts about getting their album finished, even though they only have a few songs written and haven't even started recording yet. That's what 2-D told me.
Thinking of the Gorillaz that reminds me that I've only heard two of their songs, "Clint Eastwood" obviously, and "19/2000".
Getting off the couch, I stretch and walk over the the counter, scooping up a couple of pounds. Sticking the money in my pocket, I pick up my hoodie off of the back of the couch and slip it over my head, then slip on the hammy down shoes Bailey had gave me, they weren't hers but her younger brothers, and pick up my book bag out of a dinning room chair that had been set beside the door for no particular reason. Throwing my book bag over my shoulder I head out the door and down the street to the "Aqua Music Shop" or that old ass Record shop with the pimply cashier from whales who was Canadian. That's what I called it though. That's just a matter of opinion I guess.
I went in there all the time and the cashier knew me pretty well, even asked me out once, but I didn't even know his name. Not that it mattered. He was their to do his job not make friends or girlfriends in my case.
As I walk into the shop the bell jingles and pimply cashier boy looks up from his Dazed and Confused magazine and smiles at me. "Hey Azura! Back again?" His voice was high pitched probably because he was hitting puberty late, he was about 17 last time I checked. He always called me Azura though, even though I persisted he call me by my nickname, Sky. Bailey had gave me that nickname when we first met about 6 years ago. She was stumbling along the streets, drunk as ever and a pair of guys were harassing her. Normally she can take care of herself but she was drunk, like I said and couldn't really do much, so when I walked over to her and the guys I told them she was a friend of mine and took her home. When she came to she had a fit but after I explained what happened she wasn't so angry. I told her my name and you wanna know what she said, "Ha. Azura. Tha's Sky in French. Ya don' look much like an Azura. Moa' like ah Sky though."
"Azura? You okay?" The pimply boy asked.
Just like the magazine cover I was dazed and confused but then I realized I was at the music shop. "Oh. Tha's righ'" I mumble to myself. He gives me an odd look but smiles despite himself. "If you need any help good old Roderick'll be right here." He points to himself. That's right. His names Roderick. Could of sworn it was something like Perry. Canadians are so funny. I'm not just speaking randomly either, Roderick is from Canada, I remember him telling me so once before.
Looking through the shelves of CD's, I pick up one ever so often and read the back.
"Hey, If your interested, the new Massive Attack CD is out. You said you liked them, right?" Startled by the sudden noise I turn and look at Roderick. It had been about an hour since I came in and he hadn't spoken a word but I could see why he had spoken, he had clearly finished his magazine.
"Ah. Yeah.", I start, heading towards the counter. "I jus' wen' to the States to see 'em not to long ago."
He looks at me bewildered for a moment and then scoffs. "You went to America?! How can you stand it there? Everyones so......ignorant! Thinking Canadians always say "eh" at the end of sentences. Saying all Asians look the same and saying the English have bad teeth!"
I butt in and say, "Bu' I do 'ave bad teef. No' everyone does though."
I'm not sure if he ignored me or just didn't hear me but he continued, "They should look at themselves in the mirror! Most of them are obese! Fifteen year olds getting pregnant! Not to mention their all violent!! Air raiding other countries for oil!" He finished, slamming his fist on the counter.
Sighing, I shake my head.
"What? What is it?" He asks.
"By sayin' thea' all ignoran' you' the ignoran' one. Thea' not all like that ya know? Mos' of them ah' real nice people. Is' mostly the govamen' tha's makin' ya think thea all like tha." I explain.
He gapes at me but lefts of a huff. "Well here's that CD. Anything else?"
I think of what I came in here for and nod.
"Uh, do ya 'ave the Gorillaz album?" I ask.
He heads into the back room and comes back out a few minutes late with a White CD case with the band sitting in their Geep. He rings both of the CD's up and puts them in a bag. "Enjoy" He grumbles handing me the bag as I pay.
" 'Ey. Don' be mad at me 'cause of wot I said. I jus' fink tha' if everyone goes aroun' hatin' on everyone then no ones goin' to be able to trus' one anotha'. Tha's wot I fink anyways. Well 'ave a nice day Rodger." I say waving to him.
"Roderick!" He corrects me as I leave.
Walking home, I enjoy the scenery.
Not the kind of scenery you'd think someone would enjoy like flowers and sunshine but the gray clouds blocking out the sun floating over brick buildings and graffiti on the box cars of the passing by train.
As I got to my apartment complex I noticed large pieces of furniture scattered over the lawn and boxes filled to the brim with clothes and books and the such. People we're looking threw it all like it was a yard sale.
As I went to go up stairs I remembered I had laundry in the wash and back tracked to go get it. Someone had done me the courtesy of putting my clothes in the dryer.
Getting them out, I stuffed them in my pack and headed up stairs again. This time I noticed an elderly couple dragging a 70's printed couch to their flat along with a few boxes of stuff. They looked up at me and I waved to them. The women's eyes went large and the man waved at me nervously.
" 'Ey, Miss Regan, Mista' Regan. Nice weatha' we're 'avin, considering all tha rain we've 'ad." I greet them.
Mr. Regan nods enthusiastically.
Shrugging off their odd behavior I head to my flat.
Going around the corner I notice a few small boxes and bags propped against the wall. When I got to my door my heart nearly popped out of my chest, an evicted sign had been stuck to my door, all that stuff people were taking was mine!
Reading the evicted notice I saw what appeared to be instructions. "Please return your keys to my office. -Mr. Paul. O. Kent"
A ripple of anger like none other serges threw me.
Taking my keys out of my pocket I chunk them as far as I can, when they land a nasty looking teenager weasels his way over and scoops them of the ground, clearly thinking their something of importance.
Stacking boxes onto one another, I pick up the two bags full of, what I can guess is clothes, then pick up the boxes and head down stairs.
Setting all my things down beside a box about half my size, I sit on the pale green, browning grass and pull out a few pieces and weave them together, making a grass bracelet like I used to when I was a kid.
"I can' believe this." I mumble. It was official, I was "homeless". Fan-freakin-tastic.
A car horn blares and I look up. " 'Ey. Wot'cha doin' down thea?" The passenger asks.
"Well. This is whea' I live now. What'cha doin 'ere? Thought Mudds 'ad you all workin' on the album." I ask, standing up and walking over to the Geep.
"Trus' me. 'E did but we managed to convince 'im we'd work betta if we 'ad a lil' break." 2-D replies, getting out of the Geep along with Russel, who was driving and Noodle who had been sitting in the back.
"Yo, Sky. What's up with all your stuff out on the lawn?" Russel asks, looking around. "I got evicted." I grumble.
Noodle looks around confused and Russel and 2-D exchange glances.
"You 'ave anyone to stay wif?" 2-D asks.
Shaking my had no, I explain, "Nah. Bailey said she didn' 'ave any room for me an I don' know anyone else really."
Russel makes a gesture to 2-D and he nods. "You wanna stay wif us?" He ask. "I know is' cliche' bu' since ya don' 'ave anywhea' else ta stay..." He adds, shrugging.
I grin at them and nod vigorously. "I really appreciate this!"
Russel guffaws as I give him a bear hug.
"Ya!! Sky-chan stay!" Noodle exclaims.
Giving 2-D a, much less tight hug, he tenses up but relaxes after a second.
Packing my stuff into the Geep with the help of 2-D and Russel, Noodle helped to but with the light stuff, we headed off to Kong.
Chapter 2 End