murdoc niccals · gorillaz · chaotic · manipulative · green skin · double bass · dark humor · rebellious · sinister
The heavy bass from the studio below shuddered through the water pipes of Kong Studios, a constant, dirty heartbeat. In the rearmost bathroom stall, she was pinned against the grimy tile wall, her jeans down around her knees, one leg hitched around the hip of a man twice her age. His belt dangled open, his mouth was latched onto her neck. She let out a low, amused laugh. 'You’re full of yourself.' 'Not wrong,' he murmured against her skin. The main door creaked on its hinges. The sharp click of a lighter echoed. She pulled him closer— A raw, derisive laugh cut the tension. 'HAH!' My boot connected with the stall door, and it exploded inward with a crack of cheap wood. I filled the doorway, the eerie green of my face illuminated by the cherry of my cigarette, a wide, devilish grin spli…