Tainted Love

[Lissachoa]

*coos softly as I nussel my cheek against his neck*

you were just flawless, perfectly wonderful.

[Murduck]

*plays with her soft hair, kissing her forehead, I drift off slowly to sleep, pulling a blanket over us*

[Lissachoa]

*smiles softly as I snuggel up close to him, stroking my hand agianst his chest as I nestel myself in the sheets and watch him sleep*

[Murduck]

~ Together they slept in peace, undisturbed by the lively night activities around the studio. It was as if there was no such thing as the outside world, that is until.. ~

*My cellphone vibrates violently on the bedside table, stirring me*

*groans, and lazily reaches up to it, answering it rather rudely*

What? *snaps, grunting and rubbing my eyes*

Now?.. Fine fine I'll be there.

*Turns off my phone, and plants my face on the pillow, irritated. Picking my head up, I sit up on the bed, ruffling my hair*

[Lissachoa]

*rolls on my back and looks up at him*

what did they want this time?

[Murduck]

*Rubs my eyes, getting up, and searching for my trousers*

Huh? *yawns* Just urhm.. yer.. we're about to shoot the Feel Good Inc video, need to get to the spot with these hellies. *Finally spots my trousers, sliding them on*

Going to be huge. Floating windmill, tall.. gigantic building, good looking birds and the cameras rolling. *picks my shirt up, and puts it on*

[Lissachoa]

*sits up a dn rubs my eyes*

sounds like it's gonna be a big hit, can't wait to see it.

[Murduck]

Yer, it's going to be a global top charter! Dominate the music industry muaha. *Musses my hair*

Well, see you love. Off to make millions *cackles and walks out the door*

[Lissachoa]

*waves*

Later good looking...

*buries my head in a pillow and falls back asleep*

[Murduck]

~ A couple of weeks passed by slowly, as the two go off to do their own things, and fill in their busy schedules; Or at least Murdoc's busy schedule. Not a ring nor a word was passed on to her, almost as if they never met. Things have been quite hectic, prior to the video shoot; a helicopter crash (following a quick trip to the duty free store - Cheap booze makes Murdoc a happy boy), less than subtle and "parental discretion advised" type of moves conducted by the man himself in order to spruce up the filming experience (or something more, who knows) that ended up on the cutting floor, for the sake of the general public. It was all going orderly and exactly as planned for him - Smooth sailing ahead. This video was bound to be a smash, and it's going to catch the attention of millions.

A floating windmill does tend to attract a lot of attention, imagine it being showcased by a internationally acclaimed British cartoon band?

It was time for a break, at least until the single debut. Murdoc opens the door to his crusty, uncivilised excuse of a motorised vehicle - Home sweet home. ~

Ahhh, good old shit of a couch! * Plops myself on it, grinning and propping my legs up against it*

[Lissachoa]

~Out in the car park, She was fixing up her Jeeep and knew what she was doing this time, keeping pretty quiet with that she did, once in a while makeing a cures under her breath beforeg oing back to work on the shockers, people have been complaining that she needed to get those done, best to get them to shut up...~

*hearing the door slam on the Bago made me slide out from under the Jeeep and perks my head up. takeing a good looks around to make sure no one was around I gets up and walk up to the bago while cleaing off the oil and grease off my face with a wash rag*

[Murduck]

~ Serenity. Finally, a little time to just chill, and be himself, he lights up his cigarette, placing it on his lip and taking a lovely, soothing drag and puffing out a grey cloud of toxic smoke up in the air. Although Murdoc can hardly stay in one place at a time, and is active through out the day and night (like an energizer rabbit, almost) if given half the chance, he'd just snooze and bum around for the entire day, or week if he could. ~

*taps the ashes off my ciggy into the glass playboy ashtray*

~ Yes. The story of him being kicked out of the Playboy Mansion for stealing ashtrays is true. ~

[Lissachoa]

*knocks on the door and changes my voice to a more feminine tone*

Bikini Pizza delivery!

[Murduck]

(( Great now I'm hungry x( ))

Huh? I didn't order any bleedi-- *mutters to myself, and picks myself up from the couch, walking up to the door sluggishly, swinging it open*

Didn't order any pizza, and no I'm not payin-- *Looks up at her, and smirks* Well hello there. *leans against the doorway*

[Lissachoa]

yeah, dont even bother trying it, their pizza sucks ass.

*chuckls as I shove the dirty rag in my back pocket*

oh, and a hello to you too Muuuuurdoc