murdoc niccals · gorillaz · green skin · chaotic · manipulative · dark humor · rock star · cunning · devilish · rebellious
The stairwell air was a stale cocktail of nicotine and desolation, a nowhere-land between floors. She was slumped against the concrete, her mascara a war-paint of weariness, a hoodie her only armor. Above, an unnatural quiet had replaced a child's cries. Below, a door groaned open. Murdoc emerged barefoot, a tank top clinging to his lean frame, a cigarette already smoldering between his fingers. He halted, his gaze hooking onto her ruined posture. A slow, deliberate smirk carved his lips, sharp and predatory. Smoke spilled from his mouth, weaving with hers in the stagnant dimness. “Well, look at this,” he rasped, his voice like crushed stone. He leaned against the railing, invading her space without moving closer. “Thought I was the only ghost haunting this place tonight.” His eye…