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The bed creaked as Noodle rolled over in her sleep, but the high-pitched squeak startled her, and she jumped, opening her eyes to gaze around the vast, unfamiliar room. She sat up, forgetting where she was for the moment, but the thick smell of cigarettes and possibly illicit drugs reminded her exactly where she had ended up, with Murdoc no less. But he wasn't in this room with her, but the one across the way, right outside her locked door. She climbed out of bed, pulling her blanket along with her, shuffling her feet as she slowly moved toward the curtains and pulled them aside to see the vast city outside, far down below her feet. It was already the afternoon, but nonstop air travel and a slow rental driver was a good enough excuse to sleep the day away.
As she stared, transfixed by the city, she watched as the dozens of tiny cars drove by recklessly, without a care in the world. People walked down the streets, seemingly guarded and constantly on alert. The sites were vast and seemingly endless, and totally unlike anything she remembered. She only hoped it wouldn't overwhelm her when she actually experienced it head on, but she knew well that it was an unlikely possibility. A sharp rap on the door at the opposite end of the room made her jump, and she wrapped her blanket closer to her body. When the knocking grew louder, she quickly walked toward it, opening it cautiously to greet a familiar, though maybe not very friendly face. "Welcome ter the City of Angels, love," Murdoc smirked. "Though, I thin' that's a bit of a stretch, ya know? I've ain't never seen er single person wit' wings an' haloes aroun' 'ere," he rambled drunkenly.
Noodle rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her stomach, letting her blanket fall to the floor. "Whot're yeh still doing in yer jammies, love? Get yer arse dressed and go explore! Yeh've got the entire city at yer fingertips, an' only fortnight ter enjoy it, love. Go to a boozer, meet a dowdy bloke, 'ave a party, mosey the Hollywood Boulevard, or sumthin or another. Don' jus' 'ide in 'ere awl day," he hollered, walking inside and around Noodle.
"Murdoc, we only came here for one reason, remember," she poked, annoyed. "We do not have time for partying… or getting piss drunk," she scrunched her nose at the smell of booze emitting from him.
"Relax, girly. We've got plenty o' time ter enjoy ourselves -tha's why we came 'ere," he told her, waving his hand in dismissal. "Yeh've only got one life ter live, love, migh as well 'njoy ih ter the fullest. Ain't nobody 'ere oo's gonna tell yeh otherwise! We'll get what we came for in a shivvy, I tell you." He hiccupped, and seemed to look over his shoulder at nothing in particular, then moved his focus back to Noodle, one of his eyes opened more that the other.
With a heavy sigh, Noodle picked up her blanket, crossing the large room to throw it on her bed. "Okay, Murdoc-san, then you go enjoy yourself," she told him, not wanting to divulge herself in the vast amount of binge activities Murdoc associated himself with. She was actually almost surprised that he'd managed to get himself into some decent clothes, and that he wasn't running around half naked. She shook her head.
"Already 'ave been," he told her with a devilish smirk.
She continued, "I will be just fine here."
Unconvinced, Murdoc shrugged. "'ave ih yo way, love. Buh jus' remember, I don' give a fock if yew decide otherwise. Yew can go wherever the bloody fock yew wan', Noodle," he told her with a nod, his face serious, and his face red with alcohol.
She shook her head, "Whatever you say… I shall see you around later then." She dismissed him with a wave of her hand.
He grinned, stumbling just outside the door. "Good. Now go an' be a teenager –yew 'aven't missed ou' on ih yet!" He sniggered, with an idea of where he wanted to be right now already in mind, but still determined to see noodle out enjoying herself as he was.
She waved him away again. "Leave please," she told him, closing the door behind him. She shook her head as she heard him singing as he wandered down the hallway to the lift. He hiccupped, staring at the closed door in confusion for a moment before he turned on his heel and began to leave.
"Oh, whot do yeh do wiffa drunkun sailor," his words were slurred as he sang, or rather yelled. "Whodda yeh do wiffa drunkuhr sailor…" He hiccupped, then continued, "Whoddyeh do wiffa drunkerd sailor, earl-eye in tha mornin…" His voice became inaudible as the lift doors finally closed, and Noodle was somewhat glad that Murdoc had rented out the entire floor for themselves.
Sighing, Noodle soon knew that she couldn't handle two weeks cooped up in a hotel room on her own, while Murdoc was out looking for a constant supply of tail and hanky-pankies… Getting even drunker along the way, if it was even possible. He was a violent drunk, when he actually got there, but he always seemed to know better around Noodle. Of course, depending on his current state of mind when he was drunk, he could actually be overly enthusiastic, and quite entertaining.
Within minutes, she had on a pair of black shorts, black combat boots, a loose belt that hung on her hips, and a red shirt that hung off one shoulder. She wore a black cap, a pair of sunglasses, and ruby-red lipstain to top it off. Feeling acceptable, Noodle began to hesitate as she was about to leave, so she searched her bag for just what she needed and popped a couple of pills to calm her nerves. Promptly, she left her room, locking the door behind her, and ate her complimentary dinner/breakfast in the diner on the ground level of the hotel, whilst she awaited her limo to take her to Hollywood Boulevard.
Once the young girl had gotten there, she wandered along the sidewalk, watching as people passed by, observing the antics of Spiderman and Batman, doing what seemed to be absolutely nothing. She looked at her feet as she walked over the many handprints and signatures embedded in the cement below, and continued to wander until the sun had gone away, and fluorescent lights illuminated the city.
Curiosity took over when Noodle discovered a line of people, many sitting or leaning against the walls of buildings. She didn't stand in the line, but instead walked alongside it ahead of the people that continued to wait as she passed them, following the line for what seemed like half a mile or so, until she finally began to encountered red velvet ropes, indicating where the line began. Bulky, intimidating men, with their arms held crossed in front of them stood at the very front of a building, a short distant from the doors, blocking anyone from entering the building. When Noodle approached, they instantly recognized her, a Gorillaz band member, and allowed her through the ropes. She nodded as she passed them, entering the building.
She'd always heard of this place when she was younger, and Murdoc told her about the wild nights he'd had, while dragging 2D or anyone else he could find along with him. She was positive that this was the Highlands Hollywood Nightclub. Very popular. She was only there for a minute before a tall, handsome young man came up beside her, offering a drink. She accepted without thought, following him to the bar. As she sat, he took off his jacket, sitting down in the next seat beside her.
"What'll yeh have, dear," he asked
"Ano… er, a martini… dirty," she told him, watching the lights dance and listening to the music pumping loudly. He looked somewhat surprised, but ordered the drinks anyhow.
"So what brings a pretty lil' thing like you to a nightclub like this," he asked, his voice smooth and deep. As he spoke, she studied him carefully. He was pleasant to look at; light, chocolate eyes, dark hair, and a hint of an Irish accent. He was slender, but thick and toned. He wore nice clothes, a dress shirt, jeans, and black coat, and clearly had experience with the clubs in the area if he was able to get into one such as this.
"Um… I don't know," she began, her eyes still wandering. "I was bored, I guess." Once their drinks came, she lifted the glass to her lips, the swung her head back as she poured the liquid into her mouth, downing it quickly.
"How'd yeh geht in here," he asked, his voice immersed in curiosity. One simply didn't just wander into this club out of boredom. She had to have something special about her to just be able to mosey on in without a care in the world. Was she even over the age of 21? Did they even check her I.D?
She fixed her eyes on him now, nervous, "Oh, that is not very important…" She pushed her empty glass away, toward the bartender.
One of his eyebrows became scrunched, and he began to ask another question. "What do you –"
"'Ey love! Yer made ih te me party," Murdoc's overenthusiastic voice called. She turned, startled as she saw Murdoc pushing through the crowd toward her, and her new 'friend' watched as well. Once he reached her, Murdoc looked her up and down, then smirked approvingly at her new look, "Not bad. Look, yeh awready 'ave an admirer." He nodded to her guest.
The man held out his hand. "I'm Connor Marston," he informed the both of them.
Murdoc smiled impishly, taking Connor's hand and shaking it a little too roughly, "The name's Murdoc Niccals –bassist and leader of Gorillaz, and a sex god." Noodle blushed –he hadn't needed to throw in that last part. She sighed, knowing that this was going to be an interesting night.
"Nice the meet you, sir," Connor smiled, then pointed to Murdoc. "I've 'eard o'you. 'S a fuckin' great band, by the way…" He spoke, dropping the polite façade he'd had before.
Murdoc nodded, "The best in the world…" Not a second had passed, and he turned to someone they didn't see, yelling something inaudible and stepping away from the two.
Connor turned back. "How'd yeh two know each other?" He asked, dumbfounded and wondering if she was currently one of Murdoc's ladies.
She coughed, "Um, I'm Noodle… the guitarist." She held out her hand, and Connor took it, kissing her hand airily. She saw a spark in his eye as he spoke again, "Ah, lass. That explains a wee bit, don' it?" She nodded, looking away to try and spot Murdoc once more.
Like a flash, the green-skinned man came through the mass of people again, with another more professional looking man beside him. Murdoc took Noodle by her wrist, grabbing her and pulling her out of her seat. "Where are you taking me," she yelled her question, barely heard over the crowd. Alarmed, Connor followed after the three of them, quickly grabbing his coat.
The more composed man spoke as he led their way through the crowd, "Our current entertainment has cancelled, and we need a replacement."
"Yeah, love," Murdoc grinned, still drunk, but awfully chipper. "I wanna watch the show."
"Why do I have to come," she complained.
"You are the show, dear," the man told her gently, but his tone still stern.
Murdoc slowed his pace, "Ey, I didn't bloody agree to a free show!"
"You will receive payment…" the man cut in. Murdoc huffed, unable to refuse a show if he was promised payment. The three of them, with Connor now joining, stopped once they'd reached the backstage area. The man gave Noodle a guitar, telling her it was already set up, and he attached a microphone to her, no wires necessary. Noodle groaned loudly, not wanting to have to perform. Murdoc took off her glasses, placing them on a table, and the scheduled makeup artist masked her bruise, but did nothing further as Noodle didn't allow it. She growled, shoving their hand away when they tried to touch her hair.
"Ey, love," Murdoc took hold of her arm again as she began to get frustrated.
She pulled away, threatening him, "You are fortunate I did not refuse."
"I know, girly," he told her, his voice still thickly drunk. She took her glasses and placed them on him, covering his bloodshot eyes.
"We don't need you getting in trouble for public drunkenness," she spoke firmly, looking away.
"Nobody gives a bloody fock 'ere, love," he cackled, but not removing the glasses. Connor came up to her then. "So what are yeh doin," he asked the both of them.
"I'm just going to wing it, I believe they say," Noodle said, getting ready to walk onto the stage, with people clearly only interested in the DJ currently. She looked at Murdoc once more, pleading, "Why am I doing this if there is already music?"
"They're goin' ta cut ih when yer play. Live entertainment is much more fun anyway! How else are t'ey gonna keep this place so 'igh in popularity," Murdoc sneered, staring out at the clueless audience.
"I guess I'll watch from the audience," Connor said, quickly exiting. Murdoc watched after him, confused as to why Connor was still following them around when he'd only just met Noodle. He leered, hoping that he wouldn't have to deal with another clingy fan. He shook the thoughts out of his head, and moved his focus back to Noodle.
"Go on ou' there, love. There ain't nuthin' ter fear," Murdoc encouraged.
She sighed, taking a deep breath as the music faded, and the people began to cheer for whomever was supposed to be playing. Slowly, she stepped out, and people began to become quiet. She climbed onto her stool, pulling the guitar onto her lap, and she adjusted the strings, making sure they were in tune. As soon as she was satisfied, she played a tune unfamiliar to most, especially Murdoc, and sung as the entire room listened. "…Step in front of a runaway train… just to feel alive again... Pushing forward through the night… aching just to blow aside… It's so far, so far away… It's so far, so far away… Cold wind blows into the skin… can't believe the state you're in… It's so far, so far away… It's so far, so far away… Who are you trying to impress, steadily creating a mess? …
"Step in front of a runaway train… Mmmhmm, just to feel alive again… mmmm, pushing forward through the night… mmm, aching just to blow aside… aching just to blow aside… aching just to blow aside…" after a long set of beautiful chords, she repeated that last line, humming softly when the words ceased.
People were clearly enchanted for the time she performed, and listened in awe, the guitarist clearly unrecognized as she hummed so pleasantly. Once she finished playing the chords, and the song ended, people began cheering loudly, jumping up and down. The chaos quickly became elevated when Murdoc stepped out, a bass guitar strapped onto him, and a devilish smirk on his face, while another darker man came up behind them, setting himself down, ready to play the drum set. Noodle stared at Murdoc, dumbfounded… If people hadn't recognized her a moment ago, they certainly did now.
He laughed, raising his hand to the audience, and then saluting them. He wrung his chords, playing them loudly. "5/4, love!" He yelled, directing it to Noodle.
She nodded, not bothering to protest in front of fans, and began to play the chords loud and clear, jumping down from her stool and mentally preparing for a brutal night. She cleared her throat, and began to sing roughly once her part came, though it was 2D who should have been the one singing.
"Magic on me… magic make no sound... It good for me –it good for me underground… Magic on me… really got me down –Invade my city, it make my heart beat no sound, beat no sound, beat no sound, beat no sound, beat no sound, beat no sound… And made me tell myself –Tell on… She turned my dad oooon… She turned my dad on! Dad on! Dad on! ..."
Somewhere along the blur of flashing lights, midnight struck, and both Murdoc and Noodle found themselves back in his hotel room. Murdoc slept with his back on the ground, his feet on the couch, his arms spread out, and a lamp shade on his head, whilst snoring obnoxiously, but it was barely noticed by the crowd of random partiers behind the low music pumping throughout his room.
Noodle was on another couch, a martini glass in her hand as she listened to the stories Connor had to offer, lounging next to her, his arm on the backrest behind her. They laughed drunkenly as they watched a devastatingly underdressed women trip over her ridiculous heels, then proceeded to leave. As the hour dragged on, more and more people left, until it was just the three of them.
"So, how do you get into these clubs, Connor," Noodle asked, taking a sip from her glass.
"Well," he began, shifting in his seat. "I own a nightclub, in downtown LA, and one in London… and a pub in Ireland, got a nice plot in Hawaii, believe it or not… a hotel… somewhere…" He looked away, his face scrunched. "Huh… well fuck…" He looked back at Noodle, speaking in a nonchalant tone, "For the life of me, I can't remember where the fuck it is."
She chuckled, setting her glass aside. "So how did you come to be so successful?"
He took a breath, "Well, some of it wasn' easy… but most of ih, I got from me father… He was a good workin man, an' I'll miss 'im."
"I'm sorry," she apologized, not meaning to touch such a subject.
He shook his head, smirking. "Nah don' be… I can never seem te get rid o' the bastard," he thought aloud, looking at Noodle, and the two both began to laugh.
A soft knock on the door caused a small mass to stir underneath the thick covers of the bed in the dark room, hidden from the bright world outside. The tapping on the door was quiet and patient, but in the ears of Noodle, someone may as well have been screaming in her ears and shaking her madly. She clutched her head tightly, moaning as her head pounded, and then she licked her lips, her mouth dry and pleading for water. How could she have let this happen? One night in the city, and she had already succumbed to the addictions of the weak and the hungry. She would have to be more cautious. She knew she was lucky to only have a headache, when much worse could have come from her binge drinking the night before.
She dragged herself out from under the covers, squinting even in the darkness of the room. She stumbled to her feet, and slowly shuffled to her door, opening it carelessly. She looked up at the tall stranger, her head tilting to the side as she stared at him blankly, her mouth popping open slightly.
He smiled, chuckling, "I thought yeh might be wantin' somethin' for yehr hangover." He pulled something out of his pocket, then held out his hand to her. She moved her hand, opening it under his own, and he dropped two pills into her palm. "S'good for headaches…" She stared at the pills, unsure of what to do. "Yeh might want some water with tha'," he advised. She looked up at him, nodding. As she stood there for a moment longer, he smirked, and then cleared his throat before he began, "May I come in?"
She nodded, turning to enter the lounge of her room once more, pacing to the couch to set down, and he closed the door behind him as he entered after her. He turned, going towards the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. He walked back to Noodle, unscrewing the lid as he handed it to her, and then took a seat by her. She took the bottle, pausing for a moment before she lifted the pills to her lips, opening her mouth as she threw her head back, and lifted the bottle to her mouth, swallowing mouthfuls of water, until the entire plastic container was empty.
"I see you're thirsty," he spoke jokingly.
"What are you doing here," Noodle asked in a raspy, tired voice.
"I've come the offer a young lass a nutritious breakfast," he smiled, winking as she looked up at him.
She looked at the empty bottle in her hand. "Thank you, Connor, but I cannot accept," she answered nervously.
"Ay, it'll be good fer yeh," he lifted his hand, refusing her rejection. "Get out o' this dusty ol' room, and inta the smoggy city," he chuckled. "I'll give you a tour o' the place, y'know?" Connor grinned at her, as she continued to gaze forward, thinking carefully. He nudged her, and she seemed to let out a breath she had been holding. "Go on an' get ready, lass, I'll be waitin out 'ere."
She looked back at him, sighing as she knew she couldn't refuse, and nodded. She pulled herself up from the couch, and he began to fiddle with his phone as she walked away. She looked at him from across the room as she dug through her suitcase. He was wearing a black suit and jeans, with his jacket opened lazily and his dress shirt not tucked. His hair was shaggy and slightly wet, and his shoes seemed to be the only thing in order… then again, he may have been wearing mismatched socks, but Noodle wasn't about to ask him to lift up his trouser's legs.
When she found a decent outfit, Noodle took them with her to her bathroom, locking the door behind her. She took a hot shower to relax her muscles and calm her aching head, thankful that the numbing effect of the pills seemed to have kicked in. After a short ten minutes, she climbed out of the shower, and dried herself promptly, brushing through her wild hair.
After her underwear, Noodle pulled on a pair of tight black jeans, a long-sleeved deep-blue shirt, and an oversized black sweater that she left opened. After her socks, she managed to get her knee-high boots on, and finally unlocked the door of the bathroom to exit. She went to her bedside to find her sunglasses.
Connor's voice seemed to make her jump as if she forgot he was there. "I never noticed… how bad tha' bruise on your face is," he pointed out, walking up to her. She remained silent, reaching under her bed for the glasses, and then sitting on her knees to place them on her face. She used the bed as a support to get to her feet easily, and turned to face him, her hands in her pockets. "How did you get that?" He asked curiously, and somewhat worried.
"I do not wish to talk about it," she looked away. "But… do not worry… It happened… a very long time ago…"
"So, you've been raised from the dead, supposedly, and with unexplained bruises and scars all over your body… You must 'ave 'ad quite a run there, lass," he told her.
Her eyes grew wide, "How did you know?"
He chuckled. "Heh, it was all over the news… Tha' floating windmill o' yours fell, and you along with ih. O'course, I'm sure most o'the world hasn't gotten as far into the puzzle as I 'ave, so there's nothing to worry about," he told her reassuringly.
She nodded, "I see."
He grinned understandingly, holding out his arm to her. She stepped forward, resting her hand on his arm as he led her out of her room. "Now, are you ready for that breakfast?" He asked her.
She nodded, "Yes."
As they got outside, his ride pulled up, and he opened the door for her as the valet stepped out of the driver's side and handed the keys to Connor. He thanked the man and gave him a generous tip, then took the driver's seat. "So, where do you wanna go?"
Noodle shrugged, "I don't know… you pick."
He smirked, "I know just the place."
An hour later, the both of them were enjoying their food, and just beginning to strike up more of a conversation. "So what brings you to L.A. this time of year," Connor asked, taking another bite of food.
"Murdoc and I… we're looking for a few things, for a very advanced and hard working computer… I'm trying to fis it for him, but he doesn't exactly have the parts… and it's had a lot happen to it…" she explained.
"What for," he asked curiously. She only stared at him, and he decided she may not want to answer. He cleared his throat, "Well, I could get what you need and have it by next week."
Her eyes lit up. "Would you really?"
He smiled, "Of course… Now then," he signaled for the waiter. "Could we get a nice bottle of your finest red wine."
The waiter nodded, "Of course, sir."
He looked back to Noodle, studying her. "Noodle…" She looked to him, her eyes tired. He smiled gently, "Don't worry, lass. I'll take care o'you."
She grinned slightly back at him, "Thank you… but it's not myself I am worried for…"
Alone in his dark room, 2D lay on his back, his head pounding with worry and sorrow. He pulled another fag in between his lips, lighting it and taking a deep drag. He hated his room, the strewn carpet, the constant worry of his silent stalker, the loneliness –he was getting sick of it. He always felt as though the end was near, but it would never come. It just hung there, waiting for someone else to make a move to be closer to its grasp, and he was in the thick of it.
He wanted to be with Noodle, but he knew she couldn't handle him right now. She needed time to discover herself, and find her feelings. But all he needed right now was for her to protect him from all that he was to himself. Just to save him for the fuck of it. He knew she needed him to protect her from herself as well, before everything was lost on both ends. The only problem was, he had no idea why he needed to be saved in the first place. He refused to allow himself to be weak and selfish enough to take his own life, but he could feel it… the end was nearly here. He just didn't know what was going to be the cause… but he knew that it was going to be himself in the midst of it. Oddly enough, he wasn't afraid. He accepted it –that he may be near the end soon.
He became annoyed and scrunched his eyebrows as the same question that had been repeating itself since Noodle had left clawed its way into his thoughts once more. Am I forgiven? Was he? It certainly didn't feel as though he were… but Noodle had vowed to return. Didn't she?
He shook his head, grunting. He'd been lying there for days now, only getting up to relieve himself, or eat if Russel forced him to. The bruising under his eyes was darker, but the large bruise on the right side of his face was beginning to fade. He frowned, wondering if Noodle's would never heal as his did. Was it a scar? A permanent abrasion that marked her as a survivor from Hell? Why did it even matter to him right now?
The days where she was in his arms seemed further away than ever before. He'd never felt so hollow and so useless. He rubbed his forehead. She wos just 'ere the other day, wosn't she?
Or did I jus' imagine that? I dun remembah when she lef'… But, whot if she was nevah really even 'ere? I felt 'er in me arms… buh, I've 'ad dreams like tha' before… but, er voice wos righ' there, wosn't ih? I 'eard 'er.
"I fink I'm going mad," he whispered to himself, rolling onto his side and flicking his spent cigarette butt across the room.
This dark room
Another cigarette
The carpet's strewn
I'm getting sick of it
The end is near
I'm in the thick of it
And I'll be there soon
If you can handle it
Just save me
From all that I am
You save me
For the fuck of it
Save me
Just hold out your hand
You save me
From all of it
I try to speak myself
You can do it too
I need no one's help
I'm needing only you
So just pray for me
And deliver it
You never take from me
What I'm given
Just save me
From all that I am
You save me
For the fuck of it
Save me
Just hold out your hand
You save me
From all of it
And all that I've become, is you
The only good in me, is you
And after all of this
The day will come to find out
Will you take me
Or forsake me?
So pray for me
Am I forgiven?
For what you take from me
Just save me
From all that I am
You save me
For the fuck of it
Save me
Just hold out your hand
You save me
From all of it
Come save me
Pray for me
Am I forgiven?
Staind - Save Me
God, this chapter sucked! Ugh, I feel like I didn't put my heart into it at all… I feel like I didn't convey things very well … )X
The song Noodle sang is called Far Away by José González.