The Authoress sighed deeply, she felt as though anymore sighing would result in her soul suddenly being released from her body, he'd locked her in for the night and though she was not surprised in the least she felt rather exasperated. "I wonder where I am on this god forsaken island..." Trying to peer through the dirt riddled window helped her investigation no further and she resigned to simply resting her head on the cold cement wall, she stood there for simply a brief moment before deciding it was time to type up the second part of the biography, 2-Ds side. Again another sigh. Although the blue haired man was as sweet as they come he really wasn't quite all there, she supposed being in two car accidents would do that to ones brain matter. Resting her notepad against her coffee cup she began writing the indescribable mess that was 2-Ds chapter.

/'I fink da first time i saw Mudz was earlier the same day 'e ran me over...I' weren't to nice..." 2D spaces out for a moment before a sudden hand slams against the back of his head. My hand.
'Git on with i' ya prat, she ain't go' all day, gotta do my part some more later on.."
'Oh hey Mudz i was tellin the Author 'bout when ya ran me-'
'Git the fuck on wiv it mate, Plastic Beach yeah?'
'My eyes stung like when i was gonna get one of me bad migraines, the ones that feel like me eyes are gonna fall out and me brain'll melt out me ears...It were painful and the sun weren't helpin at all. At first i was surprised.. I though' i was in a coffin or somethin', this tight space like a hole. But it weren't. Cuz i was in a suitcase' 2-D gives a big broken smile to the Authoress as she worked.
'Yeah i dunno how Mudz found me though, i was teachin' lil kidz 'ow ta play music and all i was doin' was seein' if i were gonna 'ave to wear sunblock, suddenly everythin' went black...It weren't nice and i didn't appreciate i'." 2D stares at me with a frown to which i could care less and he could shove it if he didn't like my way of doing things, it was the easiest way ta do things, quickest too, i mean who's got the time, money or effort to be getting that twit on a plane with comfy chairs and blonde chicks with big tits. No. everything goes my way on this island even the guests, but you knew that already didn't ya love?
'Woow tusspot a-p-p-r-e-c-i-a-t-e, that's a big word comin' from a dead brain like you..'
'...When i woke up from bein' out cold i knocked meself out again, it were an accident I swear! I tripped over the lamp wire and bashed me head in the door, now i go' a bump.' 2D sat there swinging his legs like he was bloody five years old, i'd had enoughhe wasn't going quick enough, although with a brain like mush i don't expect his brain goes much faster than a speed dial connection.

'Oy Dentface wake up! We got some recordin' ta do with tha' voice o' yers.."
A solid kick to the side of the bed jolted the whole thing a few inches to the wall and 2D jolted up entangled in his sheets looking like some muppet, angular hair sticking to his face. He always looked so bizzare waking up, he just looked like a corpse when he slept so waking him up was like being back at Kong where the dead were...always waking up...Really the idiot was gonna get on my nerves i knew that much
'W-wait...what time is it?'
'I don' bloody know, GIT OUTTA BED YOU BLOODY IDIO'!'
Me hand went at the covers to unwrap 2D out of them, WHO SLEEPS IN THEIR BLOODY UNDERWEAR THE FIRST NIGHT OF BEIN THERE i mean it's a joke, the bloody fool gotta be joking me, I just walked away telling the borg to bring him up when he was ready.
I don't blame him really, it was a new and wonderful place to escape from everything and everyone, well i mean that's why i chose it or rather it chose me, this-this paradise of plastic on point Nemo, no mans land! Err well after the malarky of actually gettin the dullard up he barely said a word, well i suppose he was a bit busy spacing out like he normally does, yep can't put him near a window otherwise he'll completely forget his existence and there'll be too many things to see, his tiny monkey brain not able to focus on everything...Mmh i'm rambling, after finishing my pina colada i saw him just standing there watching with his fucking holes like some sort of puppet.

'Are you just gonna stand there or ya gonna come over and take a look a' the material?' I handed him the single greatest and most precious piece of paper in his nulled life and watched his face, Stylo.
'Mudz this is wicked blud!' 2D held the sheet out in front of him, testing a few lines he was doing one of those moronic grins when he seemed excited, irritating bugger.
'Sing yourself, out of depression, rise above, I'll be searching if I know your heart, electric is the love...Wai' Mudz...who's dis abou'?

Don't look at me like that woman keep writin, listen love ya can't curb an artists feelin's, Stylo is the car i own, beau'iful machine, anybody withou' a car like that ain' livin! I mean of course she's one of a kind, know what i mean? I wouldn' le' no-one 'ave her i mean, she was almost gone i tell ya, the recordin' went smoothly, too smoothly, it pissed me off 2D weren't pissin me off so i just sent the little bugger back down to his ocean floor room to be guarded by that bloody whale... Funny story that one, the one time i do an act of kindness and the bloody whale won't leave me alone afterward! But i suppose things worked out..Eventually i devised a plan, it was fantastiche to say the least, but honestly how could you not think i couldn't come up with the perfect plan eh? (insert another set of rather perverse sounds here) See the problem with running an entire island is the bloody thing don't run on air! Soooo we went and robbed a bank, simple really, 2D pissed me off then, started singin stylo as i was trying to evade that pig!

'Mudz we're gonna die...MUDZ!' A bullet went pinging the side mirror of my precious Stylo, yeah she was a bit of a banger but she had her moments of glory and this was to be one of them.
'Shit, not the car, not the car you pig fuckin' trollop!'
'Mudz, we're gonna die..."
'Fuck, shit cyborg do somethin, we ain't gonna make it.'
Peering back quickly i realised that the Cyborg Noodle had short circuited, this was a better time than any to speed up.
'Ooh yeah go nitrous and make me feel all warm and fuzzy in me nether regions...' I hit that lovely big red button and a sudden G-force was put on my facee, i wonder if that's what getting a facelift felt like.

(Pauses to sip) I'll tell you one thing i'll never forget, 2D's pissy little face as we hurtled into the ocean at whatever satanic speed it was, he looked as though he had fallen into the mouth of a shark, or the kraken i mean for satans sake the man acts like he was three in the head but 2D didn't know Stylo was sub-marine, 'e was screamin all sorts. "Mudz no stop! Da whales gonna eat us!" He was screamin' like a little girl all scrunched up in his chair like he weren't a grown man, no balls i tell ya... Mmmh good drink, settles the stomach 'ey you're not bad looking yaself, nice pair of ...eyes ya got there ehehehehe, what you say you and me have a ...private session in the master bedroom?
Ouch lady you could glare daggers through 10" steel, y'know it's quite the daunting prospect not having human contact fer a while, i knew all that after a few months of just dawdling around getting drunk and plucking at el Diablo, of course after i had my plan and 2D came along (unwillingly i might add) i realised it was kind've nice to have the Dullard around, he ain't the greatest of conversationists but ya can pretend that he's listening, even if ya ramble he seems to sit there staring as if he understands. No' tha' 'e could understand anythin', starin' a' tha' white wall, ey D you okay there? Feelin a bit thick skulled? (no response) 'See wot i mean? But makin' music together was the best feelin' ya realise how much you missed her when ya start again. but even with all this going on and the ingenious of my mind tickin against me it still felt dark, the music, she 'elped me through. gave me hope through all the darkness. It's a mad world my amigos BUT Murdoc Niccals is madder and after feelin' sorry fer meself and havin a little whack alone i decided on renaming the album Plastic Beach, a new ray of manmade sunshine if ya will. Doesn't smell the best of the tramps and it sure as satan don't look so great but it's home and that's when i realised the music could make sense around ere, maybe i really had lost the plot but it seemed to speak to me, the beach speakin to me ooh sounds like a night on LSD, one hell of a drug...

People always ask you, they always ask don't they. "Who would you be shipwrecked on an island with?" Or the best one is "What would you eat?" but until you're actually stuck on said island you 'ave absolutely no idea, scary ain't it, those types of questions make ya ask yaself who ya really are, how dark you can think and the what ifs of survival. If there were a group of people on a desert island, who would be eaten first? When you start thinkin like that there's no life for you in the normal world anymore, same goes for when you seek the warmth of a decent hole...

The Authoress stopped clacking on the keyboard and gave herself a break the noises of the beach intruding in her thoughts, It had been a while since she'd been out the room, being forced to type up all of what she'd gathered about the 2members of gorillaz for the biography, it wasn't nearly enough but she could use filler paragraphs here and there, a loud thump down the hall made her pause and suddenly her door was opened, just slightly ajar as if to be discreet, nobody was there, on the otherside. Perhaps this place was haunted too, perhaps it was like Kong, she shuddered, Kong was... the gates of hell, the biography about the band back then was more hectic than it was now, especially when it came to talking to Noodle who used a translator. Half the time what she said confused her but nevertheless she'd write it down. The woman smirked to herself, wondering where Noodle was, she wasn't fooled by tweedle dee and tweedle dumb, they certainly were hiding a lot. Another loud crash jolted her from her thoughts and she moved to the door to get out. Running down a corridor into another darker corridor and another louder thump that seemed to come from behind a locked door. She pressed her ear to said door and listened intently. She didn't expect that, not at all. Although it was Murdoc Niccals...