Murdoc sat at his desk in the study, listening to the single, Stylo, over and over again quietly. This was nothing like Demon Days, not even close. But, it wouldn't be anyway.

Noodle was still in hell, and Russel was now the size of a cruise liner. It was only he, and 2d left who were 'normal' per se. Christ, nobody in this band is normal. If they were, they'd be like every other band out there, and that wouldn't be fun, would it?

This was something Murdoc liked about it, though. It was a certain security that would keep this band afloat for time to come. This was basically all he had as it was. This band, Gorillaz.

But, he couldn't even keep them together, no matter how hard he'd try. It end up corrupt anyway, so there was no use of fighting it. Let time do it's worse, was all he could say.

Concentrating on the song, the bassist hadn't realized the lift was coming up and opening on this floor.

He was sitting with back to the lift, but turned slightly to find the singer walking off and looking around with wide eyes.

"Wot do you want?" he questioned in mumble.

2d inhaled sharply, and answered with a simple "Wot?"

Murdoc turned his body to him, resting his arm on the back rest of the chair, and repeated slowly, "Wot do you want."

"Oh, nofing. Just exploring."

"Exploring?" This was something he'd expect out of his mouth, but this wasn't the time he'd expected it. "Exploring wot?"

2d shrugged. "This."

"Meaning…?"

"The, uh, island."

Murdoc looked at him with a sneer, taking in his band-mate's appearance. He looked boney and leggy, as always, but something a bit more in that general area. He was wearing a tee-shirt and light jeans rolled up just above his ankle, large bare feet dragging as he took small steps.

He turned back around, simply saying, "Do not break anything."

This was curious, considering the man locked up 2d for his stay here, hiring that damn whale that kept watch over him. This was giving him ample chance to leave, and runaway, never to reflect on the band Gorillaz ever again.

What was this?

"M'kay. I won't."

There was an awkward silence between the two. Murdoc was still attempting to listen to the song, but could feel 2d's eyes still on him. 2d, though, was studying the man as quickly as he could.

They stayed in silence until Murdoc growled "Sod off!" from which 2d complied, staggering off to the large set of windows in the opposite side of the room.

The sun was setting, finally giving 2d the time, considering he'd been under water for a long, long time. The beach below was an eyesore, cluttered with so many objects that made the beach look ugly. Kong just looked so much better than this. It made so much more sense then this. Kong was the Gorillaz, this wasn't. There was no choice now though. No turning back.

The ocean was choppy, it's waves a deep blue. Its soothing, really. That is until the stalker-ish whale popped it's ugly head out of the water, and glared the singer with a deep, traumatizing look.

He screamed, throwing himself away from the window, falling hard on his back due to a tangle of his gawky legs.

Damn cetaphobia.

"Wot the 'ell are ya doing, ya twit!" Murdoc turned to look at 2d, finding him hyperventilating on the floor with his knees pulled up into his stomach.

The bassist smirked, knowing he saw the whale.

That was a interesting back story to that one. While escaping from the pirates, Murdoc had seen that whale on a beach, and was extremely annoyed with the noises it was making, so he stopped the captain, making him find some way to get the blasted beast off the shore. Not knowing this would be his future headquarters, Plastic Beach, he spent four hours keep the stupid thing alive. Finally getting the beast off, this island was found to be empty and desolate (or a real island at all). This was going to be the new home of the Gorillaz.

As Murdoc moved in, the whale remained, hoping to repay the man for saving his life.

When Murdoc gassed 2d, he needed to find something to keep the singer here, at least long enough for the album to be recorded. He had remembered a time ago when 2d had mentioned he had fear of whales to Noodle after she found out he had a diary, and the next day he confirmed it by blindfolding him, taking him to Sea World, and placing him in front of the orca exhibit.

Finding a way to communicate with the large mammal, Murdoc convinced it to watch over 2d, and to make sure he doesn't escape. That probably the only reason he's still there.

"Th-the whale. It's the whale!"

"Wot whale?" Murdoc asked, the sarcasm in his voice flaunting. He stood up, humoring the idiot on the floor, and headed to the window, finding the whale gone.

2d stood up quickly to window beside the window Murdoc was standing at, and searched the water. No sign of the whale. It must have left when Murdoc looked. It had to of.

"It…was there…"

"You're such a drama queen." Murdoc rolled his eyes, walking back over to his chair, kicking his feet upon the desk. He yawned, stretching his long arms toward the ceiling.

His skin was so green, 2d noticed right away. The shirt he was wearing had sleeves that only covered about half of his arms, revealing his elbows, forearms, and hands. He'd gotten skinner, his face showing that and age. He was how old now? Forty-three? Wow, it has been a while. His hair hadn't changed to much, maybe a bit longer then before, more his bangs then the rest. His eyes weren't different colors anymore, both settling on the black then the red. He was starting to almost look normal (except for the skin, of course).

This wasn't a redeeming quality that was attractive, of course. Murdoc's looks, again wasn't his style. He hadn't actually appreciated being called a 'twit' or a 'drama queen' either, but it wasn't his worse. Not even close.

It was nice he hadn't hit him though.

This room was interesting. A study, and also a theatre. The vast array of books made him curious though. He hadn't known Murdoc read anything. The title on the spines were interesting.

There was something about the title towards the top of the far-most shelve to the left. Along the various leather bound books, there was one that jutted out from the rest. It's spine was simple, the detail around the book's title was red, the background white, and in black, bold letters it read "The Bastard". That was an interesting title.

Reaching up, he slightly pushed it, and found himself the entrance to a secret passageway.

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This was longer then the first, and somewhat in character. Although, my accents could use some work, it's all around good… I think. Oh, and Murdoc's story in here doesn't comply with his actual story… I just kinda realized that a bit after writing this.

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