Post by noahpuckerman on Jul 16, 2011 13:24:00 GMT -5
MR. NOAH ELIJAH PUCKERMAN
Seventeen| William McKinley High School & Pool Cleaner | Mark Sailling
code word: admin edit
"You don't know who the fuck I am? I'm the Puckasaurus Rex, the Puckerone, the Puckster, Pucky-Puck and the Funky Bunch, the Am-Badass-ador, I'm Number fucking Wah. I fucking run McKinley High School, and I play football and I'm the hottest Glee stud there is. My birthday is August 17th, and I can't wait to go buy a pack of smokes with my own damn ID instead of this one I stole off of Patches."
" Why the fuck do you want to know this shit? You're not gonna go blab to my probation officer, are you? Shit, I have to tell you this crap? I like old music-- none of this Beiber shit. I love Neil Young, he's like the most badass Jew there ever was before me, even if he's a Canadian. I like Super Mario video games and Star Wars- shut up, it's cool, bro!- , and trucks, and okay, so I like football and Glee club. I make that shit badass, okay? I hate guys that don't stand up for their friends and treat their girls like shit, and I sometimes I don't keep Kosher cause damn, pork is delicious. Yeah, I'm a Jew and I'm damn proud of it, too! I clean pools for the money and sometimes I get to hook up with hot older women for it, but I don't want to do that for my entire life. I wanna get out of this shithole, you know? Maybe I'll go to New York or Los Angeles and take my guitar and be a musician or some shit like that, or maybe I'll join the Army or a police officer or some shit. Hell, maybe I'll go to community college or something. "
"I've lived in Lima all my life with my mom and my sister. Mom's a nurse and she works late, and Becca is like...nine or something, I can't be assed to remember that shit! Anyway, we're not rich or anything, but we ain't broke. My dad left when I was about Becca's age, so I'm the man of the house and I take care of my mom and sister, alright? He ran off to be rockstar and I don't give a damn if I ever see that asshole again.
And alright, yeah, I got Quinn Fabray pregnant, but she gave up Beth. That shit pissed me off. She had everyone thinking it was Finn's because fuck, he gets the girl and the glory and everyone thinks he's great, but Beth was mine, and I wanted to keep her, but you know that dads don't get any rights to their damn kids! We tried dating while she's pregnant, but Quinn's fucking boring, you know? She wants the white picket fence and 2.5 kids and a dog and an SUV and that shit's not for me and she's not Jewish, so that shit wouldn't have lasted, anyway.
I've been to juvie-- I tried to steal an ATM with my mom's Volvo, and really, it sucked cause those assholes there kept taking my waffles and they didn't have any Kosher options and you know that . So these days I'm trying to be nicer to Jews and I was dating Lauren Zizes but I think after prom we've been just friends or some shit like that. I got to go to New York for Nationals, and we lost, we sucked big balls, but maybe next year we'll place or even win! "
" I'm Lindsey, I'm almost 22, and I've been roleplaying for like half of my life. I'm an admin over at another site, and I'm a huge Glee fan, especially for Puck, Rachel, and Kurt. You can reach me via AIM and MSN, just ask for my screennames! "
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Working two jobs pretty much full time was really getting to Steven and tiring the empath out more than he wanted to admit. Yeah, he had been working two jobs for well over six years now, and yeah, those had been part time, but the twenty-two year old was wearing himself thin and he was...really hungry. He had one hour to himself before he had to go his second job after working all morning and afternoon at the diner. Lucky for him, Angie had let him have some extra food that was laying around the diner that someone had sent back, and Steven was now chowing down on the rejected meatloaf at a picnic table in the town square.
He felt awkward, sitting there in his uniform for Tinker This. It consisted of a short sleeved mechanic's shirt, a pair of Dickie's shorts and a white t-shirt and his beaten up sneakers, and yeah, it wasn't much of a departure from what he usually wore, but it was...okay, so he was slightly paranoid that someone would come approach him and ask him to work on their car. Which...which was weird, and he knew it was weird to think that way. But really, Steven just wanted to sit there and eat his dinner in peace and quiet before he had to head to the garage and start doing oil changes and tire rotations all evening long.
Steven was well aware that the likelihood of someone approaching him was slim to none, especially since he didn't know anyone in California. Well, he did know of one person that he was pretty sure was still in California, but he was pretty sure that she didn't want to talk to him, period. But there was the off chance that someone would come along and interrupt him... wow, this was superawkward. He was wondering if someone was staring at him, cause it certainly felt it like it. And he wouldn't be surprised right now if he did, because well, he was this weird new guy in this college town, and there was all this weird stuff going on according to his neighbor, and he did look weird...
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