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 Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 6:31 pm
"Yeah, he's probably gotten lost in 'is own closet or something." Murdoc shrugged. "Twerp."
He took a few paces in a circle, realizing he'd basically been ditched.
"Well I don' see what's so grand about sleep 'r cleanliness an' all that rubbish anyway." He grumbled. "C'mon! Rockstars! Get pissed! Go driving! UGH. An' the mood in this place always goes from 'world-dominating awesome' to 'special needs daycare center' when we're not recording. CHRIST."
He wondered if the pub was still open, but he didn't want to trek through the zombies to find out.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 5:46 pm
Murasaki stifled a laugh at Murdoc's rant, then turned briefly before walking off.
"If I weren't so damn tired, I'd offer you a lift down t'the pub," she said, but then she realised something. "That might be a bit awkward, after all. Seeing as how I'm not a rockstar and whatnot."
She stumbled off down the basement stairs, after grabbing something to wear from her car.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 8:27 pm
After getting out of the shower, Noodle threw on some fresh new clothes and skipped her way to the game room. Taking the controller in hand, she fixated herself to the screen, killing the same zombies again and again. She knew these levels by heart now, and nothing would stop her.
But, she realized, they were getting kind of boring without having anyone to play with. Every once in a while 2D would play, but his painful headaches would stop him from getting halfway through. She pausing her game and jumped on the old couch, not bothering to turn off the T.V.
She pulled out some old, lost comic, or something, she found in Murdoc's Winnebago in her last "boredom raid". She casually visited it whenever she wanted something to do. Her visits didn't always end well, usually with watching Murdoc's sluggish tongue hang out of his mouth as he slept on some old pile of rubbish in his undergarments with a beer in hand. But it was always full of surprises, and many of these things she had never seen before.
She flipped open the first page, and shut it abruptly.
Note to self: never look through Murdoc's things again!
Noodle now understood that this "Porno" series was definitely not her type of book. The zombies still radiated their green-ish glow from the paused T.V.
Tossing the "book" in the trash, she went back to playing.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 8:01 pm
"Naw, s'alright." Murdoc said, waving her away, "Y'can lie 'bout anything there. People're too tanked to care. Like, I printed some fake cash wiff my face on it, just for fun right, and they totally accepted it! I haven' paid for anyfin' in that place since 2001. But I dun' want yeh fallin' asleep at the wheel, not on a hill like this. I'll drink th' stuff we got around here fer tonight."
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 9:33 pm
Murasaki snickered at his remark, and paused on the steps to reply.
"Yeah, that's good. I don't wanna die yet either. Maybe tomorrow night I'll be in the mood to go to the pub." she shrugged without realising he could not see her. "'Night, then." she yawned and went to bed, wondering vaguely if any of her sentences had made any sense at all. Oh well, no big deal, she thought just before she drifted off.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 12:17 am
Noodle just finished the last zombie of the game before "WINNER" flashed across the screen in dripping, bloody letters. She turned off the TV and the game set before throwing a quick glance over to the trash can where she had left Murdoc's book.
Might as well return it. It would be wasting money to do otherwise...
She grabbed it and quickly hid it in the crease of her armpit. Walking briskly, she hurried through the hall and down to the carpark where she snuck over to Murdoc's Winne and squirmed in through an open window in the back. Trying not to find another one of these dirty books, she avoiding finding interest in anything else. She knew she had to work fast, for Murdoc was probably coming back any second.
Noodle threw glances all around, ignoring the look of the dishwasher's staring, white eyes from the kitchen. She open a drawer, chucked the book, in and, slammed it shut.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 8:47 pm
Murasaki awoke with a yawn, sitting up suddenly, and rubbing her nose on impulse. "Oh," she remembered, she was under the bed.
She wandered up into the car park, wondering if it was past noon. Oh well, no matter the time, her stomach was growling at her furiously. She had only filled her empty stomach with a half a bag of crisps, and that was nowhere near close to satisfactory.
She leaned against a wall as she almost fainted from hunger.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 7:14 pm
"Eh..." Murdoc picked at a hole in his shirt. He heard shuffling in the carpark...light little steps. Probably Noodle, he inferred. And it was around the Winnebago, but he wasn't so worried. She wasn't a stranger, and he poked around in her stuff all the time. Besides, there was nothing to find in the Winnebago but a scraggly raven and a lot of porn.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 6:10 pm
Noodle heard the clunk, clunk, clunking of Murdoc's boots. Panicking, and with a ripped sheet of porn that refused to get uncaught in her coat zipper, she quickly glanced around the room for a place to hide. She opened the first door she could find and closed her self inside, taking extra caution not to make a loud slam.
She soon realized her fatal mistake: it was the bathroom behind his door. While holding her breath, she tried to get the porno page uncaught from her jacket zipper. The stench was overwhelming, and soon she gave up, just trying to ignore the naked people stuck to her. She heard the door of the Winne open and shut, and she knew Murdoc had entered.
She held her breath and tried to avoid looking at the toilet.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 6:54 pm
After braving the elevator once, Murdoc didn't quite feel like trekking all the way down to the carpark again. So instead, he crawled along the wall to a specific vent, the one near that elephant (RUSSEL, CLEAN UP) that fed straight down to the carpark. Riiiight down to his mobile shack. He pulled the rusting grate off and hollered, "NOOOOODLE! I KNOW YER IN THERE, BUT DON'T HAVE A SEIZURE, I'M NOT GONNA ******** KILL YOU, A'IGHT? YER SMART ENOUGH NOT TO GO CREEPIN' AROUND IN DRAWERS YOU SHOULDN'T BE CREEPING IN. BU' MAKE IT SNAPPY 'COS MY CACTUS HASN' HAD ANY FRESH MEAT IN A WHILE AN' 'E MIGHT TURN ON YA."
He tried to slam the grate back on, but his angle wasn't quite right and instead it plumetted straight down the shaft, like an actor on a bad soap opera.
"AND, ER. IF THAT HITS YOU, Y'KNOW, I CAN STITCH IT UP. MMM, PRISON DEGREES." He cackled.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 11:48 am
Noodle scrambled as soon as she heard his voice. Thinking he was right outside for a moment, Noodle freaked out, yanking at the page, finally tearing it off of the zipper. She opened the door and ran outside.
How did he know I always go in there?
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2007 6:54 pm
Murdoc might have been perpetually buzzed, but he wasn't stupid. He could tell when she had been around. Sure, she was careful not to move anything. But the real givaway was the smell - the incense she burnt in her room? Stuck to her, like the two distinctive cigarette smells he and 2D gave off. Russel smelled like red meat. But anyway, he didn't really care where she went. It didn't matter as long as she wasn't bringing 2D with her.
Anyway, she'd be out eventually, and he had stuff to do.
He eventually found he laptop in the cinema, and logged onto Facebook. He had made an account to, y'know, connect with the fans or whatever it was the record label said in their letter. Although it had only been up for a few days, he was already up to his arse in friends requests. He clicked through them all, with half a mind to chuck the laptop out the window. Too many bratty highschoolers.
Elana C - We hooked up and it was amazing.
Accept request.
He didn't remember her.
Rupert Murdoch - WE HAV THE SAME NAEM LAWLZ!1! AND U CULD MAKE ME LOTZ OF $$$
Accept request.
Jimmy Manson - I'm gonna blow your brains out.
Murdoc paused. Wasn't he dead?
Declined.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 10:41 pm
[[This RP needs pizazz. I'm goin' all out. Screw it.]]
Noodle scrambled around the Winne, hoping for Murdoc to be gone. She tripped over a pile of laundry, and thats when she realized how stupid she must've looked. She got up, straightened her outfit, and proceeded to the direction of Murdoc's voice and laptop buzzing.
Where is he?...
She found the grate, and decided to climb up. Squishing he body against one side and struggling to push her legs up, she inched her way toward the clicking of the laptop. Finally getting there, she stared at Murdoc a few seconds then grinned at the recollection of something she decided to keep this morning. She pounced on him, stuffed an old, rotting fish from the fridge down his shirt, giggled, then slid down the vent like a toddler on a slide. She made sure those vents were extra large, and for good reason.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2007 6:31 pm
Ever had an ice cube shoved down the back of your shirt? Well, it felt kind of like that. But clammier. And SLIMY. And it smelled like more than a few groupies he had hooked up with over the years.
Murdoc's jaw dropped as he jumped up to see Noodle disappear as quickly as she came, grinning like she was Steve-O himself. The fish fell to the sticky floor, gazing up at him with glassy eyes, but he quickly snatched it up again. As the oozy, fishy residue soaked through his shirt, he clumsily vaulted a few chairs in persuit, and dove headfirst after her down the vent.
"I'M GONNA GET YOUUUU!" He yelled, his voice echoing around in the pitch dark and battering his eardrums as he skated over the steel. Loose nails grabbed at his clothing.
He suddenly realized how ridiculous the whole situation was. Two rockstars sliding through the air vents in a glorified haunted house. With a fish. But that didn't stop him. He slapped the fish against the wall of the vent, creating an awesomely wet, disgusting slapping sound, and laughed.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2007 9:16 pm
Noodle looked up and could see the juice of the fish sliding down the vent from where Murdoc's grimy hand held the fish. He was laughing hysterically, and she grinned. She scrambled out the enormously wide grate leading to the Winnebago and began to laugh harder and harder, soon unable to stand.
She loved teasing the other band members, especially Murdoc since he was the easiest to tick off. Russel would just say "Hey Noodle!", then give up since he was unable to chase her for long. 2D would either be amazed or not understand the joke at all.
Plus she felt bad for him and his brain damage.
But at least Murdoc made these jokes worthwhile, and the looks on his face were always priceless. She kept laughing on the grimy floor.
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