Collision Course (Meeting Murdoc)
How exactly did the two meet? Here’s a short story for you all:
Murdoc sat outside on the stoop, preparing to greet the new collaborator they had hired. 2D swore up and down that their sound would be perfect for their new album, and absolutely to Murdoc’s chagrin went ahead and hired them.
Without consulting him at all.
Of course he has gotten an earful for it, and a swift smack to the back of the head. Apparently he had spoken to Russel and Noodle about it, but left him out the loop intentionally. Something about him not listening? Absolute rubbish. He tapped his boots against the cement impatiently, puffing on his third cigarette within the last five minutes. He wanted to see this singer himself. Who did they think they were? Coming in and recording without his permission…
His brooding was interrupted by the squealing sound of tires.
A busted up white truck, adorned in graffiti and full of what appeared to be a bunch of darkly street - dressed young men; hurled down the road. Murdoc folded his arms. This must be them.Laughter could be heard coming from the truck, and Murdoc’s body went rigid.
Oh great. a bunch of giggling hyenas. He rolled his eyes as they locked on to the opening car door, which squeaked a bit from the rusty hinges. His expression twisted to one of surprise and confusion however, when the figure hopped out onto the asphalt.
She was young, in her twenties, most likely. Exceptionally short, roughly 5'3 or so from what he could observe. She had extremely pale skin, and a large tattoo of what appeared to be a black serpentine dragon trailing up her left forearm, which disappeared under the rolled up sleeves of a dark grey hoodie. Her hair was colorful and asymmetrical.
Long, trailing violet side swept bangs gave way to a very spiky pixie cut in the back, dyed black. Her eyes, two large blue-green orbs stared him down as she made her way over to him; pep in her walk.
Murdoc felt his lip twitch in annoyance.
Great. He thought to himself. Some punker chick thinks she can come in here and muck abou-
“Hey there! I’m Vixen! You must be Murdoc!” Her voice was full of excitement. She extended a hand out. Murdoc’s bitterness faded a small bit as he took her hand and shook it, quickly retracting his hands back into his pockets.
“Thas’ right, leader of Gorillaz. Bassist.” He made sure his announcement was clear and concise. He didn’t want her getting any idea other than he was in charge.
She snickered and a huge grin spread across her face; a small, sharp, upper canine tooth spilling over her bottom lip.
“Neat! 2D called me, asked if I could record some backing vocals over a bass line you’d written? Could I have a look?” She shifted her weight to one leg, cocking out her large hips. Murdoc raised an eyebrow underneath the oily black fringe flopped against his forehead.
What an odd one for sure. He mused. His eyes swept over her figure. She was curvy, excitable, clearly passionate about the project already. Lovely little waist line. Great skin, too…
“Whadjya say your name was again there, love?”
“Vixen.” She replied shortly. Her words hummed with energy.
“Vixen.” He repeated, mulling the name around in his mouth like a flavor. “Cheeky stage name.”
Vixen shrugged and let her hands slip into her jacket pockets.
“No need for a stage name, really. ’S just my name.”
He paused thoughtfully for a moment, debating whether she was lying or not.
“Come on then, lil’ fox. Lemme show you ‘round the place.”