The Gorillaz Intern Incident

I do not own Gorillaz. I just own the plot and the original characters. (Ame and Carol for your information.) Somewhat influenced by “Things to Do When You’re Dead….” At http/ -Enjoy both stories (and Chia’s comic!). If you know Gorillaz, you will know what to expect. This is quite a departure for me-a mix of dark comedy and light drama. (Sounds weird but hey-it’s true.) Also another note: While Ame doesn’t know who Rebecca/Tank Girl is, I do.

PS- To my Utena Forever Fans, that story is on hold until I finish it. Thank you much for your patience.

-Cassie

Chapter 1: Intro Vouyeur of all Sorts

It was fairly early and I grinning over the moment to come: The often daily ejecting of the girls that had spent a night in Murdoc’s ‘bago. They would be deeply disappointed and angry but raving about the incredible night they had. Idiots. Imbeciles. The one thing they should be thankful for is that they is that they don’t have to work with him everyday-which I do. I smiled. This was one of those things I rather liked about working as an intern for the Gorillaz: The simple joys of watching the band members work and play; or make an idiot of himself as 2-D and Murdoc are wont to do quite often. 2D on account of his brain-damaged stupidity and Murdoc on account of his near-constant parade of girls and his barely there, over-inflated ego.

I heard loud yelling and blatant swearing and prepared myself for the treat to come. “Get out of my ‘bago and don’t come back!” There was only one chick this time. She scurried off in a hurry and I muffled a chuckle.

Gotta love the little things. I sure do.

I took off, beating a hasty retreat. I briefly wondered if the sodder heard me, but it didn’t matter much to me. It was all the same to me, day in, day out. The little things we interns do… we take bets on how many times they argue, have a drinking or wizzing contest or the like.

I’m originally American, believe it or not. Most think I’m either Japanese or just a chick from the same area as Murdoc. Hate to disappoint them, but I claim Minnesota, US of A as my port of call. I used to have this real monotonous voice and as I picked up the accent and expressions I was around most (or noticed more from a certain point of view) my voice became more melodic and sing-song-y. (Did I just sound like 2D? Oh Gods…)

As a result, I can spout what I’m almost sure is profanity and insults in broken Japanese and a slew of Satanic remarks-though I am not Satanist-I’m Wiccan! …among other things. Kill me now if I mention anything about a melodica.

Now then-who am I? (Besides a very bored intern?) My name is Ame, as in “ah-may”. It means “rain” in Japanese. I happen to have black hair and have American Indian features and I’m kind of short, so many people thought I was Asian for my first month here, even though I have blue eyes. For a while I was called “Chop-Suey” but it got on both Murdoc and Noodle’s nerves, so they got scared into not doing that. Murdoc was charged on what happened, but was acquitted. I won’t go into it, but he must have been really ticked about it-though why is beyond me. Who gives a flayed whammy about a foreign intern?

I guess that was about the time I started watching Murdoc fool around. Soon enough, I was chatting with the girls, steering away the under-aged or the just plain crazy ones. He never gets more than two girls a night anymore, but there haven’t been as many restraining orders put out recently and no lawsuits on that account in a while.

Moving on here… I got into the mixing room a little early, as I always do and Carol, the Skinbird look-alike that runs things as loose and smoothly as possible, was already there. Much like 2D, she was a chain-smoker. I don’t think that I have ever seen her without a lit cigarette… somebody once said that she looked like a red-haired Tank Girl. Though a likely comparison, I have no idea who or what Tank Girl is. “Ready for set up, Ame? Early as usual, I see. I really would like to see the look on the face of the bonehead who tried to call me a Skinbird yesterday. My, I let 2D have it.” She chuckled.

“Angering the in-house engineer with no taste can dangerous but fun.” I said faux-sagely. “I heard a couple of chuckles about that.”

“Didn’t really bother me, you know. I was just in a bad mood. I’ve heard it many times before.” She grinned. “Just a little fun, you know.”

“I’m wondering if Murdoc will notice the staff or if he has scruples I have yet to see.”

“I’m betting on this week. Today I’ll get double if he makes his move on one of us. He has no scruples about his love life.”

“Yeah. Glad to know that while he’s a fiend, he’s not a total weirdo about that. No teen for him!” I chuckled.

“With Noodle around, we would have found out. While he is indeed a deviant, he isn’t that kind of deviant.”

“Now let’s start talking about something else. Gossip while fun, can only be overheard.” We kept giggling over the chat but hey-it was fun.

It was four hours later after all the dull work for set-up was finished when the other crews came in and a half hour after that when the band came in. I could hear everything, as I stayed in the studio rather than go back to the flat I had rented nearby.

Not that I used it often-I am a complete insomniac, but I can run on four hours of sleep. Only 2D could beat me at insomnia. The other band members are so unfortunate. Murdoc looked like he had stayed up all night and had used the four hours between when I saw him kick out the girl and now as naptime. He was very obviously in a foul mood, scowling at everybody and growling.

It was a rather dull day, just everyday things I have seen a million times until it was time to go home for the interns. The four other interns then came up to me. Only Devin was here as long as me, and I had been kind of shy like Carol, so we didn’t talk to many people. “All the interns are quitting. This place is creepy, the people here are rude and I don’t want to be a zombie.” Devin told me, looking fairly frightened. “You should leave with us back to America!”

I laughed at him. I couldn’t help it. “I don’t want to be a zombie either, but I’ll stay. Looks like you’ve seen too many of 2D’s zombie movies.” I chuckled again.

“Suit yourself, Chop-Suey.” He shrugged.

“Before you go, I have something to say.” I had a clear image and the words I wanted to say in my head, too. “First of all, here is my reply to the suggestion that I quit and go back to America. Read between the lines, you spineless jerk.” He narrowed his eyes, exasperated. “I’m not done yet.” I said as he turned his back on me.

“So what else do you want to say?” He asked dryly.

“I like working here. If you can’t handle it, go back to your cookie-cutter life and get yourself a cookie-cutter job, find yourself a cookie-cutter wife so you can have a cookie-cutter marriage and kids who I hope are nowhere as boring and scared as you to live a little. That way, you can wonder why you have nothing memorable about yourself. Me, I’ll remember this time and smile and say I had one hell of a life. What will you say?”

He said nothing. He just walked away in a huff. I would never see him again, but I don’t mind about that. What happened the next day is where the story really begins….

NEXT Chapter: The Watcher in Action
Ame’s story continues. Yet another ordinary day ends with an extraordinary night.

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