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Notes.
1. This is the first Gorillaz fanfic I've done, so please keep that in
mind.
2. I'm writing this through the discoloured eyes of Murdoc, so bare
with it.
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Asia, the last place you really expect an axe princess to come out of
isn't it? Specially if she was shipped to you in a crate with only one
air hole.
Hey, I'm Murdoc. You know me, of course you know me, since my band
Gorillaz is doing quite well if I do say so myself. This is my idea of
how
that ten year old axe queen known as 'Noodle' came to be shipped to us
in a crate.
Well of course the story should start in Asia, where Noodle was
supposeably born and raised. Well, if you can call that being raised...
anyways she probably was brought up in one of those Zen Hu places, what
is it
called again...
"Chinese-ish places."
Yeah I'm sure 2-D, stop catching flies for a moment. So, brought up
where martial arts is a, well art form she probably was taught it since
she could walk. Heh, imagine, baby Noodle just learning to walk and being
trained to kick a guy in the balls. I'd like ta see that.
Well I'm figurin' her Dad was the martial arts dude, while probably an
older brother or Mother was the musician which gave her those sweet as
lessons on an exe. Probably started those lessons as soon as her
fighting lessons. Poor little brat, two big lessons like that from toddler
hood.
Wish I'd had that. Better then getting a boner at eight. Anyway back
to
Noodle, even though you guys love me. Now I heard that some time in
like, last year there was huge massacares in Asia-n places, so I'm
guessing her folks were just shot dead, kinda like how Russel's friends
were
killed. But I'm guessin' Noodle was busy with her lessons when her
family was shot.
Judging by her hair style, I'd say she lived by herself for a while.
I
mean what parents would let ya ten year old daughter have that kind of
hair? Besides a punk bitch who got knocked up like a cheerleader on
homecoming. I mean, her kind of folk are meant to be all righteous and
good and stuff. Maybe a lack of food or vitimins gave her that hair...
eh,
whatever.
Now, she probably kept up her lessons by teaching herself. That's my
best guess, cause this little girl's got some moves I never seen Simon
Chang or whatever his name done. And he's a star man, I mean not as big
as us but hey, can't all be Gods.
How she got to come to our place on the same day our add for a
guitarest she arrived same day... but my guess is she just picked an address
and pasted it on a crate, carried it to the post office, jumped in and
shut it up. There she sat, in a crate for I don't know how long, probably
a while since she's so thin. Damn anorexia.
So now I know what happened that day, let me recap.
Russel was scoping out the newspaper, he asked if we really thought
anyone would reply to it. 2-D said something about how many kids these
days wanna be famous like us. I was quick to remind him it was famous
like
me, since it was my idea the whole band. Then he kicked up a fuss about
his ruined eyes.
But before I could make him cry like a little girl, Russel got up to
check the mail cause we heard it arrive. WHAM! That must have been some
heavy crate. We walked outside to the letter box, which was crushed by
the box. I muttered about how much it'd cost for a new one while Russel
tried to open it with his bare hands.
Finding that wouldn't work, I got 2-D to fetch a crowbar. He came back
with one, so Russel got to work with that. I then noticed a hole at the
bottom corner, and an eye was looking at us. I pulled Russel back as
best as I could since he is a big guy I admit. 2-D asked what was wrong,
and I told him about the eye.
2-D reckoned it was a tiger from somewhere since it was making weird
noises. Russel said that was whacked, an whacked the crate with the
crowbar, and the top sprung up. A few moments of silence followed. 2-D
asked
if whatever was in there dead, I took a step forward but then two hands
appeared on the crate from inside.
It was followed by the head of an asian girl, Noodle. But we didn't
know who she was then. She stared at us for a while, looking from one
to
the other. At least I think so, her eyes are too squinty to tell.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked after a while, seeing how Russel
and
2-D weren't about to ask.
"Noodle!" she declared, well we thought it was a she. It was
hard to
tell. She then leaped out of the crate, she was wearing some red
dress/smock/pant get-up. This confused us even more about it's sex.
"...what is it?" 2-D asked.
"I reckon it's an Asian." Russel said.
"How'd you figure that?" I asked, since he suddenly was acting
like Mr.
Know-It-All.
"The eyes." he said. Well course he'd know a lot about eyes,
having
white ones I mean. We looked at the girl, as she yabbered on in some weird
language. After she finished, we stared s'more. You can tell we're very
lively, can't you?
She then leaned into the crate and pulled out her axe, a red one. She
then strummed her hand over it and let out a riff to end ALL riffs. She
then did a karate kick in mid air, then bowed to us. I raised my
eyebrows while Russel looked like his eyes would pop out of his head,
and 2-D
just blinked.
"I like her." Russel said.
"She'd be useful..." I murmered, I then leaned down to her
level, since
she was short. "How old are you anyway?" I asked. She stared
back at me
for a while, blinked, I think, and held up her hands. Ten fingures.
"Ten?" 2-D asked.
"Shit, hope no one thinks we're pedophiles or something." Russel
commented as she gazed in his direction and smiled happily.
"Naw, they only think that if your really pal like and stuff. And
kiss... it." I replied as I observed her freakish hair, it was like
a
mo-hawk, only on either side of her hair was black scraggled bits. She
picked
up I was observing her hair, and ran a hand through it, as if
attempting to make it look better. Didn't work.
"So, little, um, thing... you wanna be in a band I take it?"
I asked.
"Hai!" she declared and nodded vigerously.
"What's your name kiddo?" Russel asked.
"Noodle!" she declared. We exchanged glances.
"Noodle.. is your name?" 2-D asked after a stoney silence.
"Hai!" she repeated.
"And bingo was his name-o. Look kid, are you a boy or a girl? Cause
I
realy dunno what to make of you." I went on. Noodle stared back at
me,
not understanding the question.
"Uhh... wee-wee?" I asked, indicating my crotch. She stared
at my
crotch, then at my face again. She pointed to my forehead.
"Wee-wee!" she said. 2-D found this oddly funny and chortled.
"Shut your hole 2-D." I turned back to Noodle, and indicated
it's
crotch. "Wee-wee?" I asked. I felt pretty stupid, talking baby-like
talk.
Noodle observed the crotch, then seemed to get this. She, since I knew
then it was a she, shook her head.
"Oh great, now people ARE going to think we're pedophiles."
Russel
groaned as 2-D glanced at the crate she came in, which wouldn't help what
with shattered eyeballs.
"Shut it!" I declared. Noodle tilted her head to the side and
smiled at
me still. I looked back at her, she was now looking at my necklace.
"Um, anyway, Noodle. So you want to be in a band, we're looking
for
someone who's got your experties. Welcome aboard little gal." I held
my
hand out to her, but she simply bowed.
Now I think what I wrote before is true or not, so eh. I done my best.
^_^
Hey, Noodle here to just say I just mailed myself away from home.
[END]
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