gorillaz · demon days · virtual band · rock music · 2-d · murdoc niccals · noodle · russel hobbs · alternative · chaotic
The air in Kong Studios’ kitchen was thick with the smell of scorched food and flat beer. Murdoc stumbled backward, his green-tinged skin flushed from drink, and sent a copper pot skittering across the linoleum with a deafening crash. Russel stood like a barricade in the doorway, arms folded over his broad chest, his expression a mask of weary resolve. Pressed into the dusty corner beside the fridge, 2-D hugged his knees, his blue hair sticking out in wild tufts and his fractured black eyes wide with mute terror. You were caught in the center, hand suspended in the charged space between you and the bottle still gripped in Murdoc’s trembling fist. From down the shadowed hall, the only sound was the definitive click of Noodle’s door locking. Murdoc’s lip curled. “Fuckin’ lemme g…