Post by Noah Puckerman on Jul 19, 2010 0:20:39 GMT -5
noah isaiah puckerman
is here for your entertainment!
is here for your entertainment!
so hot
can we pick up the pace?
out the box
"So, tell me about yourself. What's your name? Any story behind it? How old are you? Do you have any nicknames? "
"You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. Do you live under a rock? Everyone in Lima knows who I am. I used to be known for my signature ‘hawk, but since it got shaved off, I’m just known for being the guy that knocked up the chastity queen. Yeah. That’s me. My full name’s Noah Isaiah Puckerman, but I hate having the same first name as my deadbeat dad. Friends call me Puck. Actually, everyone calls me Puck. Got the nickname at football camp in the sixth grade and it’s stuck ever since. Puck. Puckerman. It’s…just short for my last name, kid. I turned seventeen earlier this year. One more year and I’m legal, baby."
can we pick up the pace?
out the box
"So, tell me about yourself. What's your name? Any story behind it? How old are you? Do you have any nicknames? "
"You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. Do you live under a rock? Everyone in Lima knows who I am. I used to be known for my signature ‘hawk, but since it got shaved off, I’m just known for being the guy that knocked up the chastity queen. Yeah. That’s me. My full name’s Noah Isaiah Puckerman, but I hate having the same first name as my deadbeat dad. Friends call me Puck. Actually, everyone calls me Puck. Got the nickname at football camp in the sixth grade and it’s stuck ever since. Puck. Puckerman. It’s…just short for my last name, kid. I turned seventeen earlier this year. One more year and I’m legal, baby."
close your eyes
and let me into your soul
not your mind
"Fabulous. Now, what's your personality like? Are you the punk bitch or the sweetheart, or a mixture of both?"
”If you asked anyone at school, they’d probably just tell you I’m the typical asshole jock. And they wouldn’t be totally wrong. I’m the guy who started the slushie wars at McKinley and I’m the one who was tossing geeks into dumpsters a year ago. I’m known as a womanizer, painfully honest, and just plain mean. Honestly, I’m kind of a cocky bastard. I know what I want and I usually know how to get it. I’m a smooth talker. I can talk myself out of –or into- almost anything…or anyone. I’ve got so many pickup lines I’ve got comedians coming to me to ask for some. I don’t do one girl at a time. I don’t do commitment. And I sure as hell don’t do long term. I’m that guy, the one your daddy warned you about. Everyone in Lima knows me as a bad boy –the worst boy, maybe. I have a total I-don’t-give-a-shit and I-can-get-any-girl-I-want attitude. I’m not the kinda guy who does well with authority. In short, I’m pretty fucking awesome.
Now, I’m not a complete jackass. I’m actually a pretty honest guy. To people I actually give a shit about, I’m a pretty good listener. I’m really loyal. Look, I’ve been best friends with Finn since like the second grade, and I’ll still fight for him now. Let’s ignore the I-slept-with-your-girlfriend thing for now. Other than that, I’m a pretty loyal guy. I’m honest, too. I tell it like it is. I’m not the dude who will lie to you and say you look good when you don’t. Some call me blunt, but I’m really just being honest. I’ve also got a really strong protective streak. Since my Dad left, I’m the man of the house, so I’m really protective over my little sister and my Ma. That kind of extends into people I care about at school and stuff. Like, I may not like listening to Rachel Berry go on and on about Broadway, but someone messes with her –or any of the other Gleeks- and they get to answer to me. I mean, they’re my Gleeks. No one else gets to mess around with them except me.
I can be nice…when I wanna be. The key words there being when I wanna be. If I don’t like you, you’re pretty much screwed. But if you can get me to open up a little, maybe you’ll see a little less Puck and a little more Noah. Don’t call me that, though. Only a few people can get away with that and not get a slushie to the face."
and let me into your soul
not your mind
"Fabulous. Now, what's your personality like? Are you the punk bitch or the sweetheart, or a mixture of both?"
”If you asked anyone at school, they’d probably just tell you I’m the typical asshole jock. And they wouldn’t be totally wrong. I’m the guy who started the slushie wars at McKinley and I’m the one who was tossing geeks into dumpsters a year ago. I’m known as a womanizer, painfully honest, and just plain mean. Honestly, I’m kind of a cocky bastard. I know what I want and I usually know how to get it. I’m a smooth talker. I can talk myself out of –or into- almost anything…or anyone. I’ve got so many pickup lines I’ve got comedians coming to me to ask for some. I don’t do one girl at a time. I don’t do commitment. And I sure as hell don’t do long term. I’m that guy, the one your daddy warned you about. Everyone in Lima knows me as a bad boy –the worst boy, maybe. I have a total I-don’t-give-a-shit and I-can-get-any-girl-I-want attitude. I’m not the kinda guy who does well with authority. In short, I’m pretty fucking awesome.
Now, I’m not a complete jackass. I’m actually a pretty honest guy. To people I actually give a shit about, I’m a pretty good listener. I’m really loyal. Look, I’ve been best friends with Finn since like the second grade, and I’ll still fight for him now. Let’s ignore the I-slept-with-your-girlfriend thing for now. Other than that, I’m a pretty loyal guy. I’m honest, too. I tell it like it is. I’m not the dude who will lie to you and say you look good when you don’t. Some call me blunt, but I’m really just being honest. I’ve also got a really strong protective streak. Since my Dad left, I’m the man of the house, so I’m really protective over my little sister and my Ma. That kind of extends into people I care about at school and stuff. Like, I may not like listening to Rachel Berry go on and on about Broadway, but someone messes with her –or any of the other Gleeks- and they get to answer to me. I mean, they’re my Gleeks. No one else gets to mess around with them except me.
I can be nice…when I wanna be. The key words there being when I wanna be. If I don’t like you, you’re pretty much screwed. But if you can get me to open up a little, maybe you’ll see a little less Puck and a little more Noah. Don’t call me that, though. Only a few people can get away with that and not get a slushie to the face."
take the pain
i'm the master of both
take the pleasure
"Now, can you tell me some of your likes and dislikes, and perhaps a bit explaining?"
"I like pina coladas, getting caught in the rain, and long walks on the beach…Are you fucking kidding me? But seriously. I’m your typical teenage guy. I like sports, sex, and girls, not necessarily in that order. I’m pretty athletic. Sports don’t come easy for me. I have to work at it, getting up early for morning runs and doing lifting like every day, but I love playing the game. It would help if our team didn’t suck so bad, but I really do enjoy playing football. I’m good at it. I’m not a bad basketball or baseball player, either. I’ve liked girls since right after that cooties phase ended. I got my first kiss at, like, eight. And I’m good with girls, too. Probably the best. Sex. Come on, man. What guy doesn’t like sex? Like any teenager, I’m practically a black hole, so I like to eat. A lot. Video games are cool. I’m a huge fan of the Super Mario series. Some of the best games ever to come out on a platform system. A year ago, this might have come as a surprise, but I’m actually really into music. I love playing the guitar and my voice is pretty awesome. So Glee club’s pretty cool, too.
This is easy. I don’t like commitment. My first instinct is to run headlong in the other direction when confronted with it. I’m not a fan of girls who tease, girls who play hard to get, and girls who won’t put out. Basically, I’m not a fan of girls who won’t sleep with me. I think school’s for suckers, so I’m not into homework or exams or…well, I don’t like the learning part of school at all. I mostly only go so I can play sports and stay in Glee. I hate that I lost my reputation by joining Glee. And that that slushie thing really came back to bite me in the ass. Oh, I really hate my deadbeat dad, too, but that’s a long story."
i'm the master of both
take the pleasure
"Now, can you tell me some of your likes and dislikes, and perhaps a bit explaining?"
"I like pina coladas, getting caught in the rain, and long walks on the beach…Are you fucking kidding me? But seriously. I’m your typical teenage guy. I like sports, sex, and girls, not necessarily in that order. I’m pretty athletic. Sports don’t come easy for me. I have to work at it, getting up early for morning runs and doing lifting like every day, but I love playing the game. It would help if our team didn’t suck so bad, but I really do enjoy playing football. I’m good at it. I’m not a bad basketball or baseball player, either. I’ve liked girls since right after that cooties phase ended. I got my first kiss at, like, eight. And I’m good with girls, too. Probably the best. Sex. Come on, man. What guy doesn’t like sex? Like any teenager, I’m practically a black hole, so I like to eat. A lot. Video games are cool. I’m a huge fan of the Super Mario series. Some of the best games ever to come out on a platform system. A year ago, this might have come as a surprise, but I’m actually really into music. I love playing the guitar and my voice is pretty awesome. So Glee club’s pretty cool, too.
This is easy. I don’t like commitment. My first instinct is to run headlong in the other direction when confronted with it. I’m not a fan of girls who tease, girls who play hard to get, and girls who won’t put out. Basically, I’m not a fan of girls who won’t sleep with me. I think school’s for suckers, so I’m not into homework or exams or…well, I don’t like the learning part of school at all. I mostly only go so I can play sports and stay in Glee. I hate that I lost my reputation by joining Glee. And that that slushie thing really came back to bite me in the ass. Oh, I really hate my deadbeat dad, too, but that’s a long story."
do you know what you got to do
'cause it's about to get rough for you
can you handle what i'm about to do
"Now that that's over with, what's your life been like so far? Anything interesting happen? Anything bad happen?"
"Sit back and get comfortable, because this is a long story and it ain’t pretty. My Ma and Pop weren’t married when my Ma got pregnant. They were –get this- still in high school. Pretty sure my Ma was sixteen and my dad was seventeen at the time. So, once the story got out there was this big shotgun wedding and they moved in together. My Pop never graduated high school, just dropped out pretty much as soon as he got the news. So he got a job at some factory while my Ma went to school. I was born on February 14, 1993. Yeah, I know it’s Valtentine’s Day. Shut up. So my childhood was pretty normal. My Gran watched me a lot when I was a baby, at least until my Ma got done with school. After she graduated, she stayed home with me while my Pop went to work. I had a pretty normal childhood. We weren’t a wealthy family, but my Ma always cooked and my Pop…well, he wasn’t around much, but that was okay. He still taught me how to ride a bike and how to throw a football. When I was around six, my parents signed me up for soccer like every other little kid in America. I was more interested in tackling other kids than scoring goals. I remember my Pop would always laugh and say my boy’s gonna be a football star.
Things went downhill the year I turned eight. That was when my baby sister, Sarah, was born. I remember being so pissed when Gran took me to the hospital to meet her. I didn’t want a stupid girl. I wanted a baby brother instead. I told Gran that we were just gonna leave her at the hospital. No such luck. We took my loud, annoying, bald sister home. And that’s when all the trouble started. My parents figured out that having another kid really screwed with their income and that they needed more money. Ma picked up shifts at a local diner and took classes at night and Pop kept his job. Sometime during that year, he got laid off and was around the house a lot more. He was always complaining about how Ma never cooked dinner right or how I was such a disappointment and how he shouldn’t have given me his name. On good days, Pop passed out before I got home from practice. On bad days, I yelled back at him. We almost got into it a couple times, but my Ma would always cry and the baby would always cry and I’d just storm off, usually to go to Finn’s place and cool down. One night, my Pop got into his old junker and drove off. Now, I tell my Ma that it was the best thing that ever happened to us. He was a deadbeat anyway. But back then? I was just a little kid. I was upset, and I always figured he’d come back someday. He never did, at least not for long. Sometimes he’d come asking for money, but he always smelled of alcohol. Ma always gave him some, though. He really messed her up.
When I was in the sixth grade, I went to football camp with Finn and the other guys. The coach gave me the nickname Puck and I latched onto it instantly. I hated being compared to my deadbeat dad, even if he was a football star in high school (‘til he dropped out, anyway). I started dating girls around middle school and figured out I liked kissing a lot (and the other stuff a lot more). I got my first mohawk at fourteen and never looked back. Being on the football team gave me instant status in high school. I was living large and loving it. High school was my playground. I could get any girl I wanted. I was popular. I had a solid group of friends. If only the team was actually good, it’d be awesome. There was one thing I didn’t have, though, one girl I’d never been able to catch. Anyway, Quinn Fabray and I hooked up after some party and that really started my downward spiral. She got knocked up, said Finn was the father, and it was all a big mess.
Sometime after that I joined Glee club. Yeah, I know. I was setting myself up for disaster. Well, long story short, the truth got out, Finn punched me in the face, and Quinn and I gave the baby up for adoption. I really don’t know what to call things between us –all three of us, me and Quinn and Finn. I mean, he was my best friend since…forever and I really screwed him over. I kinda wish things would go back to normal. But, anyway, things are really complicated. And Glee lost Regionals last year, so that sucked. Hopefully this year’s better…But who knows how that’ll all turn out."
'cause it's about to get rough for you
can you handle what i'm about to do
"Now that that's over with, what's your life been like so far? Anything interesting happen? Anything bad happen?"
"Sit back and get comfortable, because this is a long story and it ain’t pretty. My Ma and Pop weren’t married when my Ma got pregnant. They were –get this- still in high school. Pretty sure my Ma was sixteen and my dad was seventeen at the time. So, once the story got out there was this big shotgun wedding and they moved in together. My Pop never graduated high school, just dropped out pretty much as soon as he got the news. So he got a job at some factory while my Ma went to school. I was born on February 14, 1993. Yeah, I know it’s Valtentine’s Day. Shut up. So my childhood was pretty normal. My Gran watched me a lot when I was a baby, at least until my Ma got done with school. After she graduated, she stayed home with me while my Pop went to work. I had a pretty normal childhood. We weren’t a wealthy family, but my Ma always cooked and my Pop…well, he wasn’t around much, but that was okay. He still taught me how to ride a bike and how to throw a football. When I was around six, my parents signed me up for soccer like every other little kid in America. I was more interested in tackling other kids than scoring goals. I remember my Pop would always laugh and say my boy’s gonna be a football star.
Things went downhill the year I turned eight. That was when my baby sister, Sarah, was born. I remember being so pissed when Gran took me to the hospital to meet her. I didn’t want a stupid girl. I wanted a baby brother instead. I told Gran that we were just gonna leave her at the hospital. No such luck. We took my loud, annoying, bald sister home. And that’s when all the trouble started. My parents figured out that having another kid really screwed with their income and that they needed more money. Ma picked up shifts at a local diner and took classes at night and Pop kept his job. Sometime during that year, he got laid off and was around the house a lot more. He was always complaining about how Ma never cooked dinner right or how I was such a disappointment and how he shouldn’t have given me his name. On good days, Pop passed out before I got home from practice. On bad days, I yelled back at him. We almost got into it a couple times, but my Ma would always cry and the baby would always cry and I’d just storm off, usually to go to Finn’s place and cool down. One night, my Pop got into his old junker and drove off. Now, I tell my Ma that it was the best thing that ever happened to us. He was a deadbeat anyway. But back then? I was just a little kid. I was upset, and I always figured he’d come back someday. He never did, at least not for long. Sometimes he’d come asking for money, but he always smelled of alcohol. Ma always gave him some, though. He really messed her up.
When I was in the sixth grade, I went to football camp with Finn and the other guys. The coach gave me the nickname Puck and I latched onto it instantly. I hated being compared to my deadbeat dad, even if he was a football star in high school (‘til he dropped out, anyway). I started dating girls around middle school and figured out I liked kissing a lot (and the other stuff a lot more). I got my first mohawk at fourteen and never looked back. Being on the football team gave me instant status in high school. I was living large and loving it. High school was my playground. I could get any girl I wanted. I was popular. I had a solid group of friends. If only the team was actually good, it’d be awesome. There was one thing I didn’t have, though, one girl I’d never been able to catch. Anyway, Quinn Fabray and I hooked up after some party and that really started my downward spiral. She got knocked up, said Finn was the father, and it was all a big mess.
Sometime after that I joined Glee club. Yeah, I know. I was setting myself up for disaster. Well, long story short, the truth got out, Finn punched me in the face, and Quinn and I gave the baby up for adoption. I really don’t know what to call things between us –all three of us, me and Quinn and Finn. I mean, he was my best friend since…forever and I really screwed him over. I kinda wish things would go back to normal. But, anyway, things are really complicated. And Glee lost Regionals last year, so that sucked. Hopefully this year’s better…But who knows how that’ll all turn out."
don't trip
that i'm 'bout to display
off the glitz
"Interesting... Now, do you mind telling me which school you go to and what activities you're in? Oh, and what would you be labeled as?"
"McKinley all the way. Go Titans! Yeah, I know we suck. Shut up. Anyway, I’m on the football team, the basketball team, and the baseball team, so I guess you could call me your average jock. Only problem is that I’m in New Directions, too. I’m a pretty strong singer and I play the guitar a little. So the other guys on the football team aren’t exactly friendly to me and the other Gleeks lately. Oh, I used to be in the Celibacy Club, but after Quinn got preggers that kind of fell through. So, yeah. That’s me."
that i'm 'bout to display
off the glitz
"Interesting... Now, do you mind telling me which school you go to and what activities you're in? Oh, and what would you be labeled as?"
"McKinley all the way. Go Titans! Yeah, I know we suck. Shut up. Anyway, I’m on the football team, the basketball team, and the baseball team, so I guess you could call me your average jock. Only problem is that I’m in New Directions, too. I’m a pretty strong singer and I play the guitar a little. So the other guys on the football team aren’t exactly friendly to me and the other Gleeks lately. Oh, I used to be in the Celibacy Club, but after Quinn got preggers that kind of fell through. So, yeah. That’s me."
it's alright
baby, i'm in control
you'll be fine
"You must be really busy. So, I'm just curious, what's your sexuality? Are you single?"
"Um, hello? I’m Noah Puckerman. I like girls. There’s the thing with Quinn and I used to date Rachel Berry…and Santana Lopez…and Mercedes for like two minutes. But I’m technically available. Want my number, babe?"
baby, i'm in control
you'll be fine
"You must be really busy. So, I'm just curious, what's your sexuality? Are you single?"
"Um, hello? I’m Noah Puckerman. I like girls. There’s the thing with Quinn and I used to date Rachel Berry…and Santana Lopez…and Mercedes for like two minutes. But I’m technically available. Want my number, babe?"
turn it up
i need to be entertained
heat it up
"Okay, duly noted. Now, do you have any secrets? My lips are sealed - for a while."
"No way. I have to? Who the hell are you? Fine.
Um. I guess it’s a secret that I really didn’t want to give the kid up, but I’d put Quinn through enough shit and that wasn’t really my decision to begin with. I guess I just wanted the chance to prove that I could be a better dad than my asshole of a father. I don’t know.
Another one? I don’t know how big a ‘secret’ this is, since I sang that pretty awesome song for her that one time, but I do kind of like Quinn. I’m just not sure how much of that was feelings for the baby or whatever. I’m trying to figure it out but…Well, it’s complicated."
i need to be entertained
heat it up
"Okay, duly noted. Now, do you have any secrets? My lips are sealed - for a while."
"No way. I have to? Who the hell are you? Fine.
Um. I guess it’s a secret that I really didn’t want to give the kid up, but I’d put Quinn through enough shit and that wasn’t really my decision to begin with. I guess I just wanted the chance to prove that I could be a better dad than my asshole of a father. I don’t know.
Another one? I don’t know how big a ‘secret’ this is, since I sang that pretty awesome song for her that one time, but I do kind of like Quinn. I’m just not sure how much of that was feelings for the baby or whatever. I’m trying to figure it out but…Well, it’s complicated."
push the limit
baby are you afraid?
are you with it
"Everyone's scared of something. What are you afraid of?"
"The Puckerone isn’t afraid of anything. I worry about a couple things, though. I worry about my sister a lot. I don’t want her to get hurt or screw up or anything. I’m really protective of her. I worry about the future, because I know I don’t do that well in school. Since our football team is so bad, it’s kind of a long shot that I’ll get a scholarship. I don’t even know if I wanna go to college. I just kind of try not to think about it. The closest thing I’ve got to a fear is a worry that I’ll turn into my dad. He was such a loser and I never wanna be like him. But teen dad and all, I know I’m heading down the wrong path. Whatever. I’m definitely not him."
baby are you afraid?
are you with it
"Everyone's scared of something. What are you afraid of?"
"The Puckerone isn’t afraid of anything. I worry about a couple things, though. I worry about my sister a lot. I don’t want her to get hurt or screw up or anything. I’m really protective of her. I worry about the future, because I know I don’t do that well in school. Since our football team is so bad, it’s kind of a long shot that I’ll get a scholarship. I don’t even know if I wanna go to college. I just kind of try not to think about it. The closest thing I’ve got to a fear is a worry that I’ll turn into my dad. He was such a loser and I never wanna be like him. But teen dad and all, I know I’m heading down the wrong path. Whatever. I’m definitely not him."
oh, i bet you thought that i was soft and sweet
well i'm about to turn up the heat
you thought an angel swept you off your feet
"We want to know more, more, more about you (the roleplayer). Are you the girl kicking the coke machine? Anyways, what's your name? How old are you? How many characters do you play? How long have you been roleplaying? Oh, and is there a password you want to mention?"
"The chick behind the curtain? Name’s Lucky. She’s sixteen years old and has been role playing for about…oh, maybe four years? You can get at her through PM or via e-mail or windows messenger at into.the.dark@live.com. Oh, and that password you mentioned? I'm thinkin' it's. Unless you prefer Finn's suggestion...then it's Drizzle. "
well i'm about to turn up the heat
you thought an angel swept you off your feet
"We want to know more, more, more about you (the roleplayer). Are you the girl kicking the coke machine? Anyways, what's your name? How old are you? How many characters do you play? How long have you been roleplaying? Oh, and is there a password you want to mention?"
"The chick behind the curtain? Name’s Lucky. She’s sixteen years old and has been role playing for about…oh, maybe four years? You can get at her through PM or via e-mail or windows messenger at into.the.dark@live.com. Oh, and that password you mentioned? I'm thinkin' it's. Unless you prefer Finn's suggestion...then it's Drizzle. "
no escaping when i start
there's no way to ring the alarm
once i'm in i own your heart
"Wonderful. We'll review your answers shortly. Now, it's time to give some credit to the person who coded this."
"'Ello world. The super awesome Anna ELECTRIC !? of caution made this, so please keep this credit on and don't claim this as your own. Thanks. Also, the lyrics are from Adam Lambert's song 'For Your Entertainment', which she does not own. The colours are inspired by Jam Robot on colourlovers."
there's no way to ring the alarm
once i'm in i own your heart
"Wonderful. We'll review your answers shortly. Now, it's time to give some credit to the person who coded this."
"'Ello world. The super awesome Anna ELECTRIC !? of caution made this, so please keep this credit on and don't claim this as your own. Thanks. Also, the lyrics are from Adam Lambert's song 'For Your Entertainment', which she does not own. The colours are inspired by Jam Robot on colourlovers."
