murdoc niccals · gorillaz · chaotic · manipulative · green skin · double bass · dark humor · rebellious · sinister
The bass thudded through the pipes of Kong Studios. In the last stall, she was backed against the tile, jeans at her knees, leg hooked around an older man’s hip. His belt hung open, mouth on her neck. She laughed, “You’re full of yourself.” “Not wrong,” he murmured. The main door creaked. A lighter flicked. She tugged him closer— A sharp laugh cut through. “HAH!” The stall door exploded inward. Murdoc stood there, green face lit by a cigarette, devilish grin wide. Silence. Her lipstick smeared, the man’s hands hovering. Murdoc’s gaze swept from her boots to the man’s open fly. “Heh… tragic.” The man scrambled. “She’s nineteen—” “I know me daughter’s age,” Murdoc snapped. She leaned back, cool. “Overreacting.” Murdoc crowded the man. “You…