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.o0(This was all the Pms IN order of what happened before the thread. Here we go mates!)
I mean having a lovely lady like yourself interested in a rock star like me....*takes another swig off the vodka bottle* what more could I ask for?...*chuckles* you don't put any stock in that movie do you? That bananaz movie....Cheri portrayed me terribly wrong....even if we did iron out the wrinkles...*laughs again looking at you* so we going to do this love or what? My Winnebago is all ready....

Hell no I’m not doing to sleep with you. And no I did not put anything in the bananaz movie

Well then....*looks at you questioningly * what are you doing here? Am I supposed to be somewhere? *Takes another drink* Tell me love, what brings you to see ol' Murdoc? Hmm?


Well I really like the Gorillaz and I like see you play your bass

Ah yes....a god on bass....isn't that what all the girls love. At least you have good taste, others are all stupid over whatshisface....*offers you the bottle and taps the seat next to me with a sly smile* so....you like the Gorillaz, who doesn't we're the best band in the whole world!

I can't drink. *set down next to you* yes I do. Ya I know that some girls like the singer or anyone other the guy on the bass but and I find that mean

You're far too kind...heh. *takes a swig from the bottle noticing that it’s getting a little low on contents* so what is your favorite song then love?

Well I like I like Feel good inc., Dare, and Clint Eastwood

Oh yes...the singles. Very good very good....so then...love, you come all this way to talk to me, how old are you any way mate? *looks at you with a smile showing discolored and crooked teeth*

I'm only 15, but I wish I was a little bit older *Smiles back*

15....15...what is the world coming to. Hmmm.....*looks thoughtful a moment* so then....what would you like to do eh?

I don't know. I'm sorry Mr. Niccals

Mr. Niccals....my word love no need to fall on such terms with me. *smirks* no reason for that at all.....So that’s it then, you come in here without a plan...very like me....very much so....I like it. Very spontaneous.....*stretches and puts arm on the back of the couch behind you* I heard a rumor about you love....

And what would the rumor be? And my parents told me to all ways call a man older then me 'Mr.'

I see....huh....*looks off for a moment* well I had heard there was some young person here who had an interest in a bassist.....and since I am the only bassist here and you've already admitted you love my band...now there is no reason to be throwing the 'Mr.' word around...*uses clawed hands to make air quotes and then rests a hand on your shoulder.* So then....

That is true so what is new with the band? *Smiles again then looks at your hand*

You of course heard me on Radio 1. I made an appearance right? talked to Steve a bit, had a few laughs....got to play some music and our demos...but other then that I've put Kong studios up for sale, haven't heard a thing from that faceache of 2d or Mr. Mental himself Russel. Noodle is still on hiatus after I rescued her from hell....never even got a thank you....*sighs deeply*

Why would you sale Kong studios? And where are you going to sleep?

I've got my Winnebago darling, no need to keep the studio....its been for sale for a while though so who knows...I'm just tired of the zombies and the hauntings and the fact the Beelzebub still feels like we have 'unfinished business' its complete shite love, nothing more to it then that. *shrugs*

That is true but. *cracks neck*

Neck a bit sore is it love? *laughs* I know how that is *picks up a pack of cigarettes and pulls one out with the help of the longest tongue in music history, then lights the smokable* You should relax once in a while

No it’s not sore I just do that every day. *sighs* ya well being 15 is not that easy

Not easy eh? You got a dad like mine or something? I know how harsh parents can be...*I look at you out of the corner of my eyes* I also know how tough life can be love.....and to be honest its not all fun and games as I make it out to be....though most of it is...

My father is.....ok at times but I just wish that he would let me date someone, he would like me to just go my whole life not having someone that is not from my family that loves me.....I’m so sick of it. *rubs eyes* but what are you going to do right?

Well love...I guess go against the old pompous wuzzacks wishes....*smiles* and anything that goes against the parental decree is good in my book. I'll help you....*takes in your image for a moment and nods with the cigarette dangling from my mouth* you're pretty enough eh? *laughs and squeezes your shoulder lewdly*

I'm a little confuse here, what are you saying

What I’m saying darling, is that you can hang with me. That’ll show old pops won't it...teach him not to keep you down or whatever.....I mean it’s every girls wish to be around me...if they know it or not! You just happen to get to be the lucky one who CAN hang around. *again ashes the cigarette, this time into the mouth of one of the odd animal concoctions dreamt up by the Gorillaz's odd drummer; some giraffe hamster* So take it or leave it.

Hey I'll take it I like hanging out with you. *Smiles a cute smile* its not every day that you get to hang out with one of the Gorillaz

And its not everyday you get to hang out with the best bassist on the planet either....heh*grabs for the bottle I'd been drinking from earlier and goes to take a swig, only to be rewarded with an empty mouth* damn it.....looks like we've got a mission to go on. Are you willing to try the streets of Essex with me, just to get another bottle or four....or maybe a case...perhaps go burn Cheri's house....*moves to get up and looks down at you offering you a long nailed green hand* well?

*grabs your hand* Ya I can try the streets of Essex. *gets up* besides I should get to around the town that I’m thinking about moving to.

Moving to Essex...right when I’m planning on leaving....Heh, well that will give me a reason to come back to this dump. *still holding your hand begins to walk down one of the corridors to the car park stepping over some rubble and attempting to help you over the fallen roof pieces here and there* I had my old bike from Hollywood flown in. A real nice bike....glad to have it back....*grabs the cape which hangs discarded off the lobby desk, and puts it on over the long sleeved grey sweater.* Much better.....shall we then? *I try to open the door with much ceremony but find it jammed and so kick it several times cursing the whole while under my breath*

Well I have some family here so that is why I’m moving her. *tries not to giggle*

*finally the door pops open and I stumble through, almost tripping, but manage to catch myself.* Damn disrepair....*looks back at you then corrects the hanging of the cape as if shrugging off something.* Shall we? *begins to walk over to the motorcycle, a few scrapes and dents can be seen on the body, but it looks stable and oddly well maintained.* Isn't she beautiful....named her Lilith...seemed like a good name.

It's a good name but to me not of a Motorcycle. *walked to the bike and looks at it*

*Shrugs* It was that or Asmodeus and I didn't feel like riding on the back of a guy devil, if you catch my meaning. *Throws a leg over the seat then looks at you* It's going to be a snug fit, with the two of us....heh *looks thoughtful for a moment, then a sly smile crosses my face* Of course being close won't be a problem for you now will it love?* kicks down hard after offhandedly turning the key, making the bike roar to life, the sound of the engine reverberating loudly against the walls of the parking garage*

*set on the bike side ways* No that I will not be a problem of me *lets me hair down from the pony tale that it had been in for the whole time *

*revs the engine in a very James Dean style and does a little pop wheelie before speeding off through the exit of the garage, as we practically shoot off a landfill created ramp (think old highway sign and cinder blocks) I let out a loud WOOOHOOO! of enjoyment. We land hard in a skid but maintain the balance. The trip into town seems to take no time at all and the brisk autumn air has refreshed the spirit as I park the bike outside a liquor shop* You still holding to that 'I can't drink crap? *I ask as I kill the engine and slip from the bike in the most sexy rocker-ish fashion and look at you, pulling cigarettes from my pocket and attempting to light it with a match, which quickly goes out in the breeze.....another attempt....then another....finally I throw the book of matches and pull out a lighter*

Why would I want to drink anything other then beer that my father got me hooked on. *pushes my hair back from my face* And I think that I would like to try a little *Smiles, I looks around the town and see that it's a nice town from were I set*

Beer eh? *laughs richly and walks into the shop grabbing up a few bottles of various liquors...rum and vodka, and Jagermeister.* you like licorice? *It was a simple question I asked over my shoulder as the bells on the door ring in response to the door closing. The man behind the counter seemed less then happy to see me "What do you want Muds, I told you not to come here" he said with a sneer. I wave him off as unimportant and put the bottles down pulling out some money, then looking back at you as he totals up the purchase* I'm not a big fan of Jager myself...but I know how the kids love it....So you like licorice right? *I’m leaning over the counter, cigarette hanging from my lips, and both my eyes looking into yours. The shop grumbled as he took the money from my hand and bagged up the purchase. I turned to face you fully taking the bag from him without even looking back, the paper sack rustling as I take the handles*

Just a little * looks at you with my bright blue eyes and smiles* ya some kids can't get enough of it but me it's just when my parents have the money *looks at the man behind the counter then back at you* so tell 'Muds' it there any place for some one like me to find a place to sleep for the night? *cracks my neck again and see the man shiver in disgust, I have a small smile on my face after seeing him do that* but if there is not then I can call my aunt and see if they have the room for me tonight, *Shrugs* but then again my father could be then waiting of me to take me back home.

Well I imagined you'd be staying with us at Kong....I mean....I’m sure I can find you a place to sleep, Russel's room is vacant, though even when the tosser was there it was....- You know or you can just stay in the Winnebago with me, Its got an extra couch and what not, and I would hate to see you succumb to an attack or whatever. The place IS haunted. *Walks towards the door, bag in hand and begins to strap the package onto the back of the bike, still leaving enough space for you to slide in behind me.* I wouldn't want your dad to come get you any how....seems rather stupid if we're trying to make a point don't you think?

Ya...*sits on the back of the bike* I think that I would like to stay with you...you know cuz I don't know my way around Kong just yet.

That’s funny* again a kick start of the bike sent the motor whirring. The trek back through the landfill was hardly eventful, passed pile upon pile of garbage and a few rotting corpses as well. As I pull into the parking garage I take a look around, noting the dilapidated Geep still sitting by. I kill the engine and wait for you to get off the bike, but am some how enjoying the feeling of your presence; a type of youthful innocence. I shake the thoughts away and grumble a bit to myself* Like damn Lolita....*coughing slightly then looking back at you* You know it really is funny you don't know Kong yet. We do have the virtual tour online....and on the DVDs as well. You do have the DVDs don't you? I'll sign them for you if you like.

I find that things like that some what dumb because you never know when if it's true or not. *hops off the bike, and stretches a bit* and I know a little about Kong I just don't want to be like some other girl that are like 'oh my god I know every thing about the Gorillaz' that is just annoying and stupid, they can't know every thing about the band again because you don't know if it's true or not.

Well we don't have any chavs working our page, so it’s all really reliable. They always report to me on it. Which is good, keeps things honest...not that honesty is necessary...heh. *chuckles a little as I climb off the bike and begin to untie the package from the back, having already lit a cigarette which hangs loosely from my lips* So what got you listening to the band to begin with? Radio? Television? *gets the bag off the bike and pulls the rum out and opening it, taking a deep drought, followed by a belch.*

Well a friend of mine back in the states told about the band so that is how I started listening to you guys. *shows a smirk, gets off the bike*

yes well.....*puts cigarette back to my lips and smiles* Where are you from? You know I am of course from Stoke, but then again some of the best musicians are from Stoke...take Slash for example. Can't beat that. *Begins to head inside, letting a slight swagger enter my walk as I puff away on the cigarette and drink from the bottle, back and fourth between the two*

*picks up my bag and follows you* I'm from a small town in IL

Illinois....that’s back in the states then....heh....hmmmmhnn.....*the alcohol began to set in even harder, speech becoming a bit more difficult, as I flop back on the couch we had originally occupied still holding the rum in my hand and smiling up at you drunkenly* You know.....I...I...you are quite lovely you know? *again deep drink of the rum before offering it to you, the Sailor Jerry logo easily seen as it remains pro-offered.*

*Rolls my eyes and sets down on the couch* Thanks....but that may be because of my contacts. *takes the bottle and takes a little bit*

o0(Okay mate I am going to start using my style for RP, Its going to read like a book. Speaking is in quotes and the actions aren't. Colors differentiate the characters. 2d is in this color, noodle in this color, russel in this color. and of course Muds in this color. I will be using Muds in first person to keep up with the illusion, but the others will have to be done as 3rd person. HERE WE GO!)
"That may very well be...but...you know...you hardly give yourself credit...." I look at you with a smile before I hear a door open.
"Hey...um....Muds?" 2d walks in his blue hair bouncing slightly with his long legged gait. He stops and looks at you with his seemingly absent eyes, and then back at Murdoc, "Who's this then?"
"Well....this is...um...this is..." A confused look passes over my features as I try to remember your name, "Um..." I look at the bottle again before I take it from you. While enjoying yet another drink and shrug while i guzzle, closing my eyes to enjoy the slight cherry flavor.
The young band leader shrugs as well and looks to you expectantly hoping you will fill in the blank where the intoxicated Murdoc continues his drinking. He pulls out a pack of smokes and lights one up, leaning casually against the lobby wall.

i smile a little as you try to remember my name. "I'm Kira" i say to 2D as i look up at him and smile back

"Kira? Hmmm...Are you a friend of Noodle's?" He looks you up and down once more, noting especially your age. "Well welcome to Kong." He shrugs his slight shoulders and again looks to Murdoc, "Um...have you seen Russel? His mum rang and said it was urgent."
I sputter a bit as I tear the bottle from my lips, "She always rings and says its bloody urgent. Now sod off you arse I'm entertaining a lady if you don't mind."
The singer looks at the oddness of the situation and sighs, "If you see him, just tell him I'm looking for him okay?"
With a wave of my hand as if the comment were meaningless, "You've got to be joking. I'm not delivering any message to that lump of fat. Oi, did you check the kitchen by the way? That lummox is always eating. I'd start there mate. Now bugger off!" I throw and empty beer can at him which hits squarely in the middle of his forehead before bouncing off.
"Why you have to be so mean Muds? I've not done nothing to offend your new mate. Have I?" He looks at you with a slightly vacant expression.

I look at you and blink a few times before looking up at 2d letting my eyes bore into him, "He knows I saved his life, nursed him back from being a vegetable, he owes me." The conversation had turned in a direction I hardly wanted it to go, and it was ruining the steady buzz i had going. The whole thing easily remedied though through another drink. Again I take the bottle from you harshly, "And don't you concern yourself with that worthless tusspot."
"It would be kinda cool if you were nicer to me Murdoc...." 2d scratches the back of his head with a sad look on his face, then he brightened suddenly, "So do you like Zombie movies?" the young front man takes a seat next to Murdoc looking over the drunk form of the bassist at you.

"I did for a while...but i can't make the new album all by me one-sy. Supposed to get it out to the rest of the world some time next year. You heard Radio 1 right?... So I woke the little bloke up. Speaking of which how is that liver holding up there D?" I laugh and look at the azure haired man with a smirk, "Still giving trouble?"
"What you mean?"
"Oh....nothing. Heh heh." The laugh was purposefull, the singer had no idea what i had done to him, and that made it all the better in my opinion...especially as i pulled another drink from the bottle. I look at you again, the red iris of my eye catching the light as i note that you now had an ever so charming nymphish smile on your face, "And whats got you so chipper all of a sudden Kira?" I ask, letting some of the rum dribble down my chin as i take the bottle away.

I look at you, "Lucky to get a signal up here. 2d seems to be the only one who can manage it. Isn't that right D?"
"Yee....i mean i got a motorola phone, like a really good one. Better then they gave even Murdoc for his commercial."
"Don't remind me." I take another drink, the bottle getting much lighter as we continue to talk. I notice your eyes roaming the surroundings, "What are you looking for?"
The singer giggles a bit, in his well recognized falsetto, "She's drinkin' beer Muds."
I nod in understanding, "Down the corridor to your right, second door to the left." I point to the door leading to the corridor, "Mention my name and you'll get a good seat. heh." i chuckle to myself and look over to 2d, "Hey faceache, have you heard from noodle?"
"Yee. I got a card in the post the other day, just a quick hello, she said she was going out to the Buddhist Temple and thought of me...you know the one with the 2 bronze statues?""Oh god, are you doing that stupid buddhist thing again?"
"its not stupid to want to save the soul Murdoc..."
"I'm souless in case you forgot...had to square that debt away with Beelzebub, or did you forget....Hail Satan." I put up the devil horns with my fingers and smile at the singer, letting our conversation carry on in this manner.

I look at you, "Oi...you should...we should...well I'm too damn drunk for that but...oh just come here." I hold out my hand to you.
2d takes another drag off his cigarette and looks at you, "So have you been to Kong before then?" even when speaking his voice had a calm melodic quaility about it....even in the odd feminine sounds, it was a pleasure to hear.
"She just said she'd toured our house online you sod. And who hasn't seen the greatest episdoe of MTV Cribs?"

I look at you for a moment then back up at 2d, "She fell asleep! I mean....she's with the greatest band in the world....AND SHE FELL ASLEEP!" I stand up glancing once at you then back at 2d grabbing the blue haired man by the collar, "You bored her to sleep you dullard!"
"I..." he stammered back, "But you were the last one to say anything.?.?" his voice was shaking, the had a feeling that the bassist was going to him.
I smirk and toss him aside heading back to the car port and my dear winniebago. "Tell her to find me when she wakes up." I stumble drunkenly through the door but glance back once again at your sleeping form before stalking off angrily.
2d looks up at you from the floor where he'd been tossed and sighs deeply as he picks himself up and heads towards his own room in the basement.
.0(yee thats fine mate.)

The keyboardist turns to look at you, having meandered a ways down the corridor, "Um...nowheres I don't think...." He shrugged and walked back to you, wondering what you had been dreaming about to make you think he had taken you any where. "Um...if you are tired i could get you a blanket or somefink...i mean...." again the lanky man shrugged.



I had my ear pressed against the door listening through the shoddy wood to your talk with 2d and muttered undermy breath when i heard your question to him, I was half tempted to burst through the door and tell him to put you down, but then realized that he must not of picked you up to begin with as I heard his steps coming back. "Dullard..." I sighed and listened, wanting to make sure his typical frontman attitude didn't win you over.