"Good things sometimes come in big packages."

Independent rp and ask for Noodle from the band 'Gorillaz'. Read links before interaction.

[hyphemaz-blog]

2D placed a curious finger to his lips, having to lean over to see what Noodle was holding well. His eyesight was just getting worse and worse, everything had a bit of a blur to it anymore. “You’re bleeding–” He pointed now. He took the shard from the young girl’s hand carefully as not to cut himself. “It’s cool and all but uh, you should prolly wash your hands? Don’t wanna get an infection or nuffin.”

It’s not like he was some sort of clean freak or something, but Murdoc and Russ would kill him if he just let Noodle go bleeding. She needed her hands! Especially with working on albums.

“Here. Uhm. I’ll wrap it up for you–” 2D stepped over to the counter, grabbing a few paper towels to wrap the broken bit of pottery in. That should be better. No more sharp edges. “Where’d you find this anyway?”

[noodleisms-blog]

“Huh?”

Having not noticed the smears of blood on her hand, it was a small shock for her to see. Now that she had been made aware, the stinging had started to take effect. Not that she cared much. She wasn’t a baby.

“’S nothing. Just a bit of blood is all.”

Still, she knew he wouldn’t give in until she’d washed it, so she made her way over to the sink. His reaction to the treasure hadn’t been her expectation. Perhaps it was a bit ambitious, but Noodle had hoped that maybe it was worth money. It sure looked pretty enough.

“Uh.. I don’ know.”

She shrugged then, putting a finger on her lips as she thought.

“Outside somewhere. What does it matter?”

[nosestealer]

Lou Ellen prided herself on a lot of things. Different things for different days. Today, she prided herself on the fact that she didn’t get lost yet. She supposed, however, that it must’ve been some kinda ‘the balance of the world must be restored’ kinda thing because she herself didn’t get lost but her brother did.

Emmett Riley Shea was two years younger than her, but boy oh boy was he tall. The redhead stood at, what? 5′7″ or something? Maybe 5′8″? Whatever his height was, Lou’d been sure, so sure that she could pick him out of the crowd. She knew him; she’d recognize him anywhere just by his stature and freckles alone.

Thus far, she hadn’t managed to do so yet: “—Hi. ‘M lookin’ fer mah’ brother. His name is Emmett, have y’seen him? He’s ‘bout this tall…” A slender hand gestured to the space above herself. “…an’, eh, I kinda lost sight o’ him.”

[noodleisms-blog]

“Uh..”

Noodle was suddenly lost for words, glancing at their immediate surroundings. There was hardly anyone around; A few cars going past, a mother with her toddler, a group of teenage boys doing some lunchtime drinking. No brother.

“No. Nobody.”

Somehow she didn’t think that those words would be enough on their own. Still, she didn’t want to stand, instead looking up at the strange girl with the odd accent.

“I think maybe he isn’t ‘round here. There’s not much to do, you know. Maybe he’s having fun somewhere else that is not here.”

[blxxdyniccals]

Ziggy rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Oh boy how is he gonna back out of this one now? Madeline had a wide grin as the guitarist made a comment about having the same surname as the bassist.

“My my, what a coincidence! Wouldn’t you say love?” Madeline inched closer to her. Ziggy went over as well and grabbed his sister’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, too bad out name is spelled like the coin!” He gave a really tensed up smile. Madeline rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, maybe for you. But mine is spelled N-I-C-C-A-L-S.”

[noodleisms-blog]

Noodle wasn’t stupid. She saw the looks shared between them, a raised brow directed at them both. What were they getting at? That they were related to Murdoc? She’d seen enough TV to know that it happened a lot, people claiming to be the long-lost children of celebrities.

But why would they choose Murdoc? Sure, he was old enough to be their father, but he wasn’t the greatest paternal figure to have.

“So what?”

Tilting her head, the girl suddenly had a guarded expression. The bassist wasn’t exactly in her good books at the moment, but he was still family, right?

“So you know him?”

[noodleisms-blog]

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[ohalbarn-blog]

Gorillaz.

(Via ohalbarn)

[blxxdyniccals]

Madeline raised an eyebrow. Ziggy was a fan of her work? What work? Who was this bird? Why was he so starstruck? Madeline continued to eye her up and down to see if she could recognize this woman. Out of instinct, Madeline brought a hand up to cover the other girl’s forehead and it just clicked. This was..

Ziggy gave a small laugh due to his nervousness. After all it’s not every day you get to meet your father’s guitarist. Ziggy had a lot of respect for this artist. Who wouldn’t when she started out so young and had great talent!

“Oh well that’s too bad then love. I’m surprised you’re not bein swarmed by fans as we speak.” another nervous laugh escaped his lips.

Does he have a name? Why of course he has a name! Madeline gave a wide grin.

“My name is David. Da-” Ziggy was cut off with a shove from his sister.

“His name is David Ziggy Niccals. And I’m Madeline Niccals!” Madeline interrupted.

Leaving Ziggy in shock due to the secret that was supposed to be kept. Giving a small smile, he prayed she wouldn’t believe a word his sister said.

[noodleisms-blog]

Swarmed with fans. Noodle hadn’t known that in quite a while. Not since Phase Two of the band, with the announcement of Demon Days. Nostalgia hit her at the thought of a time before all of this. She must have grown so much in the few years that had passed.

“Oh, no. I don’t think I’d like being swarmed. It would get a little, uh.. scary, don’t you think?”

She allowed her grin to widen then, relaxing in their company now that they had a common ground between them. For a moment, Noodle didn’t catch on to the girl’s words, merely nodding in response.

Then the suddenness of their surname rung in her mind.

“Hey~! You have the same last name as Murdoc, you know!”

“’S weird, ‘cause I never met anyone else with his last name before.”

[twcdents-blog]

Finding himself unable to get to sleep, and unable to find the particular copy of ‘Death Becomes Her’ that he wanted to watch, he’d wandered away from the confines of his own mess of a room, rubbing at blackened eyes. If it weren’t for Noodle questioning him in a hiss, he might not have noticed her, in a daze brought on by lack of sleep, and his pain pills.

“Noods?” He questioned, leaning forward a bit and squinting at the young girl, “Y’know I fink I could ask you just ‘bout the same fing. Where’re you goin’ this late?” 

[noodleisms-blog]

“Oh, uh.. nowhere!”

Sending an innocent grin his way, Noodle only hoped that it didn’t portray any guilt for lying. She just didn’t want 2D finding out about her late night escapades. Maybe he wouldn’t let her do it.

“I was just, uh..”

Come on, Noodle, think!

“Um.. I was getting a.. a drink. Some water from the, uh.. kitchen.”

[noodleisms-blog]

louellenthenosestealer

Knees pulled up to her chin, the girl had sat herself down on the street outside the studios, breathing in the fresh air. She loved her bandmates, really she did. They were her brothers, her family. Yet sometimes, she needed a break from their company.

However, her alone time was brutally taken away when she felt a shadow looming over her. Craning her neck upwards to catch sight of the stranger, Noodle peered through her thick fringe to see them.

“Hello!”

[noodleisms-blog]

taxidermism

Noodle generally had a heightened sense of caution, especially when darkness was involved. Like now, as she stumbled down the stairs in her half-awake state, she suddenly had a sense that she wasn’t alone.

The girl managed to make it to the kitchen before noticing the intruder. A scowl appearing, her hands clenched into fists, and she readied herself for a fight. Quick as a flash, legs kicked out, hitting the silhouette upon the head with a yell.

Until she recognised the voice that followed the attack.

“Uh oh.”

[hyphemaz-blog]

How long had 2D been staring at this puzzle? However long it was, his eyes burned when he closed them again, finally brought back to Earth by Noodle’s yelling. “Huh?” He turned in his seat.

His toothless smile appeared at the excited guitarist. “Uhhh, your DARE helmet?” 2D got to his feet, one of his awkwardly large hands pointed out towards the top of her head. “I’m not good at guessing games.”

[noodleisms-blog]

“No..”

Her grin failed to falter at his guess, although her helmet had been another find that day. Having lost it weeks before, she’d worn it all of this afternoon, running around the studios, exploring the surrounding streets.

“Give up?”

That was when she held out her hand, opening it to show her outstretched palm, a treasure resting in place. A shard of deep blue, only a few shades darker than her companion’s hair, and sharper than a needle. Indeed, her fingers had been cut slightly from where she’d held it so tightly, yet Noodle seemed oblivious.

What was it? A piece of broken pottery, most likely. But a treasure in the young girl’s eyes.

“Cool, huh?”

[noodleisms-blog]

hyphemaz

“2D, look! Look at this!”

The girl’s yells could be heard before she’d even entered the room, and were even louder when her small frame burst through the door. A grin had spread across her lips, and although her eyes were hidden behind a thick fringe, they were lit up with wonder.

“Look! Guess what I found!”

[blxxdyniccals]

“Yeah well next time don’t stand there like a statue.” Madeline stuck her tongue out.

Madeline glared at the fallen girl as she rejected her brother’s help. Yet he didn’t seem to mind cause he was now gawking at her. Madeline rolled her mismatched eyes. Who does she think she is? Sure she was a pretty bird, but she shouldn’t be thinking she’s got the right of talking back to her.

Ziggy snapped back to earth as the question rang in his ear. He realized he was gawking and probably making her uncomfortable. Blinking quickly, he cleared his throat. What should he say? That he was a fan of the guitarist’s work? That the band she’s in is one of Madeline’s favorite? Or that said band is the concoction of their father’s mind? Perhaps not go that far into it. She probably doesn’t even know the old man had kids. Cause if he didn’t know, how could he rest of his mates know? 

“Oh um, it’s nothing just.. um.” Ziggy tried grasping at straws on what to say.

With a huff and crossing of her arms Madeline spoke up. “You’ll have to excuse him. My head might be up in the clouds from time to time, but at least my tongue doesn’t get tied with every pretty bird I meet.” 

Ziggy didn’t even hear his sister. A trick he improved over the years when he needed to tune her out. A thing he never really got the hang of was speaking with out thinking. 

“I’m just a huge fan of your work.” he blurted out.

[noodleisms-blog]

There was something about the two of them that seemed oddly familiar, although Noodle couldn’t place her finger on it for a second. The boy seemed friendly enough, someone who she wouldn’t mind conversing with. But the girl had an air about her that the guitarist didn’t like. Perhaps it was just the way she looked at her.

Ignoring the petty remark, Noodle realised that her assumption had been right. So he had recognised her from way back. Granted, she hadn’t really been a true member of the band since her adolescence, what with her disappearance and alleged death. Even now, when she had reunited with her old family, the band still hung on tenterhooks.

But being recognised, admired, had a nostalgic joy.

“Oh, uh.. thanks!”

She allowed a small grin to spread across her lips, eyes lighting up with the compliment. Her foul mood seemed to subside slightly, letting in the childlike demeanour that she was famed for.

“I haven’t met a fan in a long time, you know.”

“D’you got a name or something?”

[rolandoporlanoche]

Gorrilaz

[noodleisms-blog]

warsiren

Perhaps three or four years away from the safety and comfort of home had made her paranoid, yet she could not shake the feeling that somebody was close by. Even out here, in the middle of a wasteland that she could not navigate, was she truly alone?

The answer was no, she came to learn, when she heard a noise nearby. Turning abruptly, fists clenched as she readied herself for a fight, the girl scowled at her counterpart.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on people.”

“Its rude, don’t you know?”

[noodleisms-blog]

bodywithapricetag

It was strange, wasn’t it? Falling asleep peacefully at home, waking up somewhere completely new. It wasn’t the first time it had happened to Noodle, yet this was different. She had woken over an hour ago, and nobody had come out to claim it was a prank yet.

Wandering hazily around the wasteland, disorientated and dizzy, the girl felt an overwhelming surge of relief at the sight of a person. Without a moment’s warning, she blurted out the only words she could think.

“Where am I?”

[2dizzle]

Stu shook his head with a small, nearly guilty, smile as he continued into the room. He sat down next to her, throwing an arm over her shoulder with a small sigh. He had rarely gotten more than a few hours sleep since they had returned from Point Nemo. 

“Nah, sleep is for the weak and abled.” He laughed tiredly, leaning his head back on the hind of the couch.“That said, why’re you up so late?” 

[noodleisms-blog]

If sleep was for the weak, then Noodle must have been one of the strongest people alive. It was hard to rest easily when so many thoughts and nightmares swam around in her mind. After all, how many people could say that they’d literally been to Hell and back?

“’S none of your business.”

Yet, despite her blunt words, a grin spread across her lips as she spoke. It was strange to be able to joke again, to allow carefree smiles and laughs.

“Just couldn’t sleep is all.”

[noodleisms-blog]

justacasualty

“Hey! Hey, you!”

Nobody else seemed to take much notice of the young girl pushing through the busy streets of Japan. At least this one man had caught her eye as he walked past, giving her an incentive to believe that he had seen her. Maybe he could help. Somehow.

“Sir! Man!”

“Stop walking!”