Canon Character Sign-Up Sheet

[Rachel Berry]

Here's the list of Canon characters (meaning, original characters from the show) which you can play. This list gets updated as soon as other characters are added on the show so watch out for it.

The Gleeks:
Brittany
Kurt Hummel
Matt Rutherford
Mercedes Jones
Mike Chang
Noah "Puck" Puckerman
Sam Evans
Santana Lopez
Tina Cohen-Chang

The Adults:
April Rhodes
Bryan Ryan
Burt Hummel
Carole Hudson
Emma Pillsbury
Principal Figgins
Sandy Ryerson
Shannon Beiste
Shelby Corcoran
Sue Sylvester
Terri Schuester
Will Schuester

Others:
Jesse St. James
Lisa Esplin
Sunshine Corazon

The Jocks:
Azimio
Dave Karofsky

Characters with strike means they're taken, while the ones in italics are reserved.

Just post your reply here on which character you would want to play. And a sample RP (minimum of two paragraphs or 12 sentences) using that character.

You will know that we've accepted your application if we have changed your display name to the name of your character.

If you still have no idea on how to do this, here's a sample RP written by our very own Artie (Haley) when she applied for the character:

Oct 12, 2009 22:13:27 GMT -5 Artie Abrams said:

I haven't seen Glee, but damn it, I'm gonna try to be Artie!

Artie Abrams

Artie hated going through the hallway. Every day, it was the same thing. Looks. Stares. A few muttered comments. He just sighed and smiled. There was really nothing else to do about it; he was a paraplegic. The fact that the only paraplegic these guys had ever seen was Joe Swanson on "Family Guy" didn't really help Artie's case, but that was irrelevant...

Artie only had a few yards or so to go before he was home. No, not his actual home. He adjusted his glasses with one hand while pushing his wheelchair along with the other. The only thing keeping him going was the thought of getting back where he belonged.

He ignored some pointed stares from a few cheerleaders as he turned a corner. Just a few more inches...

Artie wormed the door open, wheeling into Mr. Schuester's room. Home. New Directions. Artie couldn't help but grin. He wasn't even paying attention to who was in the room. All that mattered was that HE was in the room.

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Hopefully he was IC. I'm going to try and catch up on Glee this week. If you don't like it, feel free to reassign me and I'll try to make something work.

and our very own Quinn (Sam) when we badly needed Santana:

Dec 26, 2009 1:53:15 GMT -5 Quinn Fabray said:

Just like Haley, our site is in dire need of a Santana, and her character is a little too important to be left vacant. So here I am, Sam to the rescue!

Santana Lopez

Santana walked down the hallways of McKinley High, with all confidence exuding as people instinctively gave way to make room for her amidst the crowded corridors, most of them doing a double take as she walked past. Her black sleek ponytail bobbing as she strutted in her neat Cheerios uniform, Santana smirked. There was no question; she was now top dog. Something she only dreamed about before, when she was still toting behind Quinn, whom the people used to make room for. Now she was pregnant, with Puck's kid no less, she slipped down the social ladder as simple as that.

But Santana was not satisfied. She wanted Quinn to feel how she'd felt before, when her loyalty was attached to her, following her every order, and falling behind her shadow. It was enough that she lost the cheerleading captain position to Quinn before, and now she was pregnant with Puck's child, even when she spent the rest of the school year trying to rid Finn of Rachel?

She walked briskly towards a familiar locker, a blonde girl's who used to wear the same Cheerios uniform she had on. Now, all she had were babydoll dresses which barely hid a growing baby bump.

"You", Santana addressed Quinn with a hostile tone, crossing her arms.

"What is is this time, Santana?" Quinn asked, her tone exasperating, albeit a bit startled by Santana's sudden presence.

"I always knew you were a bitch, but I never took you for a whore either." Santana appraised Quinn from head to toe, a disgusted look on her face.

"Wha--what did you just call me?" The blonde replied in an icy tone.

"Quinn Fabray, captain of the Cheerios squad, 4.0 GPA, girlfriend to quarterback Finn Hudson, and president of the Celibacy Club. The perfect girl. Which made me your little puppy dog." Santana made a vomiting gesture.

"What's your point, Santana?" Quinn replied coldly.

Santana laughed without humor. "You almost had us fooled. Then of course, you got knocked up, and made us believe it was Finn's. At least I'm not stupid enough to not use a condom. And just like that", she snapped her finger, "you were off the Cheerios. And I guess off the Celibacy Club as well." She looked at Quinn's swelling body.

"But sleeping with your boyfriend's best friend? Classic, Q. Just classic. A classic slut!" Santana looked menacingly at Quinn.

"Stay away from Puck." She warned Quinn. "Go find someone else's life to ruin, because let's face it, you've ruined yours. Now that you're ex-captain of the Cheerios, emphasis on the EX, I'm on top now. Figuratively, and literally." She winked at Puck, who happened to pass by. "At least I don't have to worry about getting pregnant."

"You used to have everything. But now that I'm the new 'it' girl, you have nothing but your sorry ass. And your bastard." She turned to walk away, and from the back of her eye, she could swear she made Quinn cry.

Hopefully you get the idea. Godmoding is okay in sample RPs only.

[Kurt Hummel]

Hello, I'll be auditoning for the role of Kurt Hummel.


Wait...wait...wait...let me get into character...


-flips hair-


Okay....and go!



'Oh dear god, what is she wearing?'


That was the first question that popped into Kurt Hummel’s mind as he walked into the rehearsal room with his head held high, only to see Rachel standing by the piano, sharing words with the piano teacher; evidently he had played in the wrong key at some point in whatever song Rachel had decided would be her next solo and was therefore getting a lecture from the diva on the importance of efficiency. However, at that moment, Kurt could care less what song she wanted to sing or how badly they poor man screwed up. Instead, Kurt’s eyes were fixed on Rachel’s vile, baby blue jumper with a penguin printed on. My god, did this girl just go out of her way to find the most repulsive and poorly designed jumpers around? What kind of stores was this girl going to where they able to make a profit on brightly coloured jumpers with fat, sometimes unrecognisable, animals shoved so crassly in the middle of them? Kurt soon came to the quick realisation that questions like those should never be answered for the sake of everything good, pure and fashionable. Trying to put that horrific sight behind him, Kurt marched over to one of the many red, plastic chairs lined up, getting comfortable as he slid one leg over the other and perched his hands on his knees. With his head held high, Kurt Hummel was ready to rise above the god awful sight of Rachel’s fashion sense (or more specially, lack of) and focus on the chance to finally getting a solo


Of course, when Finn Hudson walked in the room, that completely changed. A shy, timid smile had replaced the proud, superior smirk as he watched Finn’s awkward yet adorable movements. The soprano had clearly forgotten to look the part of the Diva he claimed to be; instead, Kurt would wave at Finn slightly, forcing a bittersweet smile onto his lips and couldn’t help but turn a little red in the face as Finn happily waved back, before, of course, sitting in a chair nearby as he happily watched Rachel go head to head with the piano teacher.


Kurt’s smile slipped off his face when he was sure Finn was no longer looking and instead, he turned his attention away from the boy of his affections and it was only then, that he noticed Quinn sitting at the other end of the room by herself in the corner. Now, Kurt and Quinn’s communication levels had not exactly extravagant, in fact, as he had pointed out, until Quinn had come to him with the proposition of giving Rachel a makeover, they had said practically nothing to each other throughout their shared time in Glee. Still, Kurt could relate to Quinn in some ways, both had hard exteriors and rarely let people bother them, yet they both felt the same at watching the boy they cared about going goo-goo gaga over Rachel, for reasons that were still lost to Kurt.

His eyes were drawn away from the blonde as he noticed his girl Mercedes walking in and already, he felt his smile growing back and the rather depressing and wrinkle risking thoughts about Finn were pushed aside as he and his girl snapped their fingers together in greeting, before she took her seat next to him. Even with the drama that seemed to follow New Directions and the fact that Finn was too blind to see that he was most definitely the one for him, Kurt could at least appreciate that tonight was Friday night, which meant curling up onto a couch with Mercedes with a bowl of ice-cream and night of watching just about every chick flick known to man. Still, as his eyes lingered to Quinn once again, he found himself wondering if perhaps Quinn would be a fan of Ben and Jerry’s rocky road ice cream and a night of reaching for the tissues and watching B rated actors make out at the end of each film.

Amazing!! Kurt Hummel is yours <3 Approved!

[Brittany]

I'll be auditioning for the role of Brittany.

Ding ding ding! Brittany proudly added the red prize tickets to her collection. She wasn't sure what number she had, but it was a plastic bag full of them - of course it had to be a lot. It was time for skee ball. The blonde had always failed to get the balls in the center. She didn't know why - cheer leading give her tons of upper arm strength - but it seemed to be the only arcade game that she couldn't get tons of tickets in.

"Haha, you suck!" Brittany turned around to a young tyke and frowned, her eyes starting to water. "You gonna cry baby?! You're such a wuss!" The young tyke ran out of the arcade, leaving the usual bubbly blonde a crying mess.

After several minutes crying in front of the skee ball machine, Brittany walked over to the counter and bought a stuffed animal - a yellow duck. She walked out of the arcade, hugging the duck tightly, being the bubbly blonde everyone knows her to be.





Really good application! Welcome to the RP Brittany! ~ Rachel (May)

[jdcaine]

I can see we are in dire need of a Mr. Schuester.. so here we go

Journey. The word always repeating in Will's mind.. Whenever he hears "Don't Stop Believing", it always brings a tear to his eye. Every morning Mr. Schuester wakes up just waiting for the misery called McKinley High... The only thing that gets him through the school day is Glee club. New Directions, is his life about to take a new direction?

Emma...
The first thing he thinks about when he wakes up, and the last thing he thinks about when he goes to sleep. Walking through the hallways of McKinley High, he see's a gorgeous figure appear around the corner. It's Emma! Will's heart starts beating at about 100 mph, his palms start sweating and finds it hard to say a word. What would he say? Hi? I Love You Ever since Regionals, their kiss has just replayed in his mind over and over. Its only a matter of time until they will be together.. can't it?

Sue Sylvester
Maybe she's changed? Begging Principle Figgins for Glee club to another year! Maybe it's just another one of her sick plots to ruin Will's life. And what joke is she going to make about his hair this time? He just lets her get on with it. He knows his tight curls are slightly fashionable... He just knows Glee club will impress her this year!

Now. Just to think of this semesters Glee assignment....




Yep! Very good. You can have Mr. Schue at the moment, while we still don't have an applicant. ;D Yay!!! ~ Rachel (May) ;D

[Lisa Esplin]

((So, this is me, Artie. After talking it over with the staff, they decided that I should probably take Lisa Esplin, because I made her. *shrug*))

Lisa Esplin

Walking down the hallway in her tight blue jeans, Lisa couldn't believe what she was seeing. So this was McKinley High School? It looked like someone had face-lifted the school from Saved By The Bell and moved it, students and all, into the middle of Ohio. Putting a perfectly manicured hand into her pocket, she scowled at what she saw around her. Some students looked strangely at her, raising eyebrows, whispering. She didn't care - Lisa wasn't in her own school, so what was the difference?

She was here to speak with a very special certain someone. Lisa was good at searching out information, and Aural Intensity desperately needed some information from the inside concerning... New Directions. The name made Lisa shudder uncontrollably. Those freaks with their feel-good emotions were actually going to be a threat next year in Sectionals. Lisa could just tell. They weren't robots, like those other freaks, the watchamacallits, Vocal Adrenaline. And with Corcoran gone, yeah, they were as good as dead next year. But New Directions. They had time and talent and the ability to recruit new talent. Aural Intensity was exclusive, and not ragtag, and not made of suck, but they, too, were like New Directions once upon a time.

Lisa tossed some blonde tresses over her shoulder before passing a door with some... interesting writing on it. A flyer, for New Directions. She pulled it off the wall and crumpled it up, walking a few more feet to a trash can right in front of the office she was looking for. Smiling at the name Sue Sylvester on the door, she knocked politely, hoping that the most caustic of last year's Regionals judges would be able to enlighten her on the weaknesses of that ragtag group of losers.

[Emma Pillsbury]

Hey there! My name is Ashley and I'll be auditioning for the role of Miss Emma Pillsbury.

I hope it's alright that this example is set prior to Season 2.

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Amazing! Your RP is extremely detailed; I love it! Approved! - Artie

[Santana Lopez]

Heya – I’ll be trying out for the role of Santana Lopez


Okay, now Santana was just pissed. She’d been playing this game for almost an hour now and yet she still felt no closer to winning it. She sighed, pushing yet more money into the slot with a little more force than perhaps was necessary, gritting her teeth with determination as she eyed the machine in front of her - the dreaded claw crane. Was there a more worthy competitor? Santana was certain it was rigged, no doubt intentionally raising her hopes when the claw actually did grab a toy, only to let it slip from its grasp toward the end. Santana didn’t even like the game; it was frustrating, childish and annoying as hell, yet as soon as the two Cheerios had walked into that arcade Santana had known her fate. They had been standing in the entrance for what couldn’t have been more than two seconds when Brittany was tugging her forwards like an excited (yet, Santana had conceded, very cute) puppy, pointing and yelling at the stuffed, yellow duck lying on top of the pile of prizes.

What else could she have done? Sure, Santana was known for her bad-ass reputation and ability to diminish ones’ hopes and dreams with a simple look, but when Brittany started pleading like that? How could she possibly say no to that? Of course, the brunette hadn’t given in right away, she had attempted to stand her ground and tried to explain just why it was such a stupid idea, but both girls knew just how that particular stand-off would end. So here they were, playing this stupid game in this stupid arcade in stupid Lima, when Santana could be doing a multitude of other, better things with her time.

The red light flashed and the now familiar end game music started playing, signalling that the girl had failed again in her mission to secure the duck for her friend. Santana let out a frustrated yell, throwing her arms in the air and kicking out at the machine. Why wouldn’t it let her win?!? The damn duck was right there, she could see it staring out smugly at her, mocking her and her incompetence! If Coach Sylvester were here, she would be yelling at the cheerleader through her bullhorn already and making her do laps around the slot machines.

‘Maybe we should just go home…’ started Brittany, her tone concerned and her arms laden with the various toys Santana had already won that were not yellow ducks. She had a good reason to be worried – Santana had rolled her sleeves up, her hair had all but escaped completely from her ponytail and if the little kid crying in the far corner was anything to go by after Santana had screamed at him for bumping into her, then she was pretty tense.

‘No’ she replied tersely, digging around in her purse for any scraps of change she might have missed. ‘You think I’m going to be beaten by a duck? A stuffed duck! Hell, no, like that can beat me – I’m a Cheerio, the Cheerio in fact. I can do this Britt, don’t worry’, rather than reassuring the other girl though, it only seemed to worry her further, and Santana could feel Brittany tugging on her upper arm in a desperate attempt to dislodge her from the machine.

‘But San…’ she heard, the whine in Brittany’s voice evident. Santana spared her a glance before focusing on the duck again, its’ plastic eyes just challenging her to try again.

‘Just one more time, B. Trust me, I have it beat. There’s no way I can lose’, and with that Santana Lopez, Head Cheerleader, Top-Dog of McKinley High and all round tough cookie, gripped the controls again as the music started up for the umpteenth time. She would beat this, even if it took her all night.

And we have ourselves a Santana! Welcome aboard ;D - Finn

[Mike Chang]

Hey guys, my name's Lexi, and since I love Mike Chang, I guess I'ma try out for him(:

If there was one thing that remained fresh in Mike's mind, it was probably the day he first danced in McKinley highschool. Hell, he'd danced with the football team, led by that Karl...no, Kevin...Kurt? Well, whatever his name was, he made the whole football team get into some kinda social dance party in the chorus room. To be honest...Mike rather liked it...he mighta' liked it more if he were dancing to his own beat and not that lousy "put a ring on it" nonsense. But he remembered dancing...remembered the feeling. Which was main reason numero uno as to why he decided to join Glee Club. No, not just because Puck went, and no, not because his bro Matt joined -- but, rather, Mike joined for himself. Because dancing was his life...and he could get used to singing for while. Besides, he really didn't think Glee would go anywhere.

However, Glee did go somewhere. Finn's dancing may not have improved, the whole "Quinn-situation" may not have been easily resolved...and Rachel may not have become less annoying, but Glee was doing fine. Despite frequent bouts of annoyance between members due to personal issues, everyone seemed to at least get along while singing.

This big mess of thought stayed in Mike's mind as he slowly made his way to the auditorium. There was a certain air around him -- confidence, perhaps?

Mike Chang, bustin the moves, singin the songs...gettin the ladies.

In one swift move, Mike brought his hand up in a sort of salute "hiya" to one of McKinley High's prettier female students...and she seemed either not to notice, or not to care. When once a smile danced playfully on the young Asian's lips, it was instantly replaced with a frustrated, yet slightly amused, frown.

On second thought...juuuuust bustin the moves and singin the songs.

With a slight break-spin at the door, Mike slowly moonwalked his way into the auditorium, showing his bad-ass self to whoever was already in there. He liked this. Because of Glee, he was no longer hiding in the locked confides of his bedroom, or pretending not to be dancing whenever another jock joined him in an empty locker room. Shy Mike...versus happy-peppy-funny-pop-lockin' Mike?

I'll take that second one any day. he thought smugly, and he allowed the adorable smirk he'd been fighting down for a while now to creep up onto his facial features. New Directions. And when he came to think about it (though the moonwalk was cool an' all) he better change his direction before he bumped into Rachel or something...and then got lectured on Wicked, or some other "classic" for half the practice.



Yup, you're good. You're now Mike. ;D Welcome to the RP! ~ Rachel (May)

[Sue Sylvester]

Hi, I'm applying for the character of Sue Sylvester! Here's my audition:

Sue sat in her office writing in her journal:

Dear Journal, what is it with today's youth and breaking into tears every five seconds. Too much breast milk I say. But then again, is it possible that my former protege is right? Is Sue Sylvester so terrifying that she is as loved as Saddam? IMPOSSIBLE! I'm like Betty White, only not as easily written into lesbian fan fiction written by people like Sandy Ryerson.

Sighing in frustration, Sue stabbed at the page with quite a bit of venom. Somehow, Quinn Fabray had gotten under her skin and now had her questioning herself. Deciding to not let herself get affected by it, she pulled her Cheerios roster over. Looking at the list, she scratched two names off the list. ' Right, Jefferson and Thompson, you're off the Cheerios and out of my hair!' She thought evilly. Her eyes were drawn towards three particular cheerleaders: Her minions Santana Lopez and Brittany ------- and her leading vocalist Kurt Hummel. Seeing these names gave her an idea. 'This will work,' She thought,' And they will be so exhausted, they be too tired to be any use to that annoying Schuester!' Grabbing a pen and a new sheet of paper, she began to plan out her new scheme.




Now we have our Sue Sylvester! Welcome to the RP! ;D ~ Rachel (May)

[Will Schuester]

Here is your long awaited Will Schuester This will be my first time roleplaying real people..unless you count the scrubs rp I did awhile back. I do know this is my first glee rp audition though! So..enjoy!

Music bounced off the walls of the room as Will Schuester walked in. Before him is the reason he didn't become an accountant, the reason he didn't give up on his dreams. Each and every one of them were singing and dancing, their eyes glimmering with joy. How could he not break into smile? How could he not walk over and lean his arms on the piano and stand in awe of their talent? To think just a few months ago he walked into the very same room with a group of only five and since has doubled. Will snapped out of his reverie to remember why they were here in the first place. Sue, his archrival, no, enemy, somehow found a heart after New Directions didn't place at Regionals and gave them a year to prove their worth. Will couldn't give up and quit now to see his kids' faces fall once more and leave the place that gave them a feeling of belonging and family.

Will waited for everyone to finish before he clapped, getting their attention. Eyes on him, the glee club coach walked over to the whiteboard where he wrote weekly assignments. They've done Gaga, Madonna, mash ups, Usher and so much more. He knew they were waiting in excitement to see what would keep them busy for the next four days. As the black dry-erase marker approached the white surface, Will stopped to really think this one over. That's when it hit him, like everything else did. Turning his head around, Will looked at his kids. "What does everyone possess within them?" He got the answers he expected like heart, a brain, reproductive organs...To be dramatic, will paused. "No, you're all wrong. We all have a soul! It's the soul that makes who we are, what drives us to do what we do and what makes every one of you unique. Without a soul, we are just as synthesized as Vocal Adrenaline. So, for this week's assignment, you all have to come up with a soul music piece."

Will saw heads turn and look to one another. "See you all Friday!" With that said, having done his job, he left the room and walked down the hall, passing Figgin's office but not without stopping by the guidance room. His eyes grazed over the window looking into Emma's room. Last he saw her, He boldly kissed and challenged her that he would win her over once more. Now, it seems she tries her hardest just to avoid him. Who knew that it would be hard to at least run into her once in this small school.

"I have a determined soul, Emma, just you wait," Will whispered to himself as he continued on his way.

Just one misspelling and I edited it already but this is good. We now have our Mr. Schue! (Finally!) ;D ~ Rachel (May)

[Mercedes Jones]

Well, I love Mercedes, so I'll be auditioning to play her. ^^

Mercedes strutted into the choir room for glee rehearsal and waved to everyone in the room, she high-fived Quinn, who was standing at the door talking with Puck. Mercedes was glad she and Quinn had developed a friendship, though they were the least likely of friends. Mercedes had helped her with her baby drama, and gave her a place to stay last year when she was pregnant.

She grinned widely, showing off her bright pearly whites (and they were white, her dad is a dentist) and said in a bubbly voice, "Hey Mr. Schue!" He looked up from a small stack of papers, and said, "Hey, Mercedes. You'll love what I picked for the assignment this week, guess what it is?" Mr. Schuester gave it a moment of excited suspense, and finished, "Michael Jackson!" Mercedes laughed and replied with a smile, "Oh my God, Mr. Schue, seriously? This is gonna be awesome."

A few of the other glee kids came pouring into the choir room as Mercedes threw her bag into a brown seat in the back row, and slid into the one beside it. She waited a few minutes for her best friend Kurt, admiring her new shoes, when she saw Kurt walk in the door. She caught his eye, and waved him over to sit in the seat beside her, putting her things under her own seat. "Hey!" he said with a smile and a hug, as Mercedes hugged him back and replied, "Hey!" They sat down, and Mercedes said, "Did you hear? We're doing M.J. this week for our assignment! I'm so excited." Kurt smiled and said, "Really? That's great. I definitely know what I'm singing...what about you?" She laughed and told him, "Are you kidding me? Ha, I've had my song down since I was 4 years old. How much do you bet Puck's gonna sing 'Bad'?" Kurt just laughed, and Quinn sat down in the seat on the other side of Mercedes with Puck.

Mr. Schuester started saying, "Michael Jackson: one of the greatest musicians of our time..." This year is going to be great... Mercedes thought as she directed her attention to Mr. Schue.



Yay!!! Good job at the sample RP. Finally we have a really good Mercedes! Welcome to the RP! ;D ~ Rachel (May)

[Tina Cohen-Chang]

Hey! I was April Rhodes in the last role play before you redid the website.

This time I would like to audition for the role of Tina Cohen-Chang

Tina had been thinking alot lately, she was sick of everyone always staring at her for her dark clothes and bright colors in her hair. She didn't want to be girlie, but she wanted to display herself as someone more approachable. Just cause she was bored, she died her hair a very dark brown. No pink, no blue, no streaks at all. She already felt better. She didn't feel so dark. She ditched the black eyeliner and instead tried a dark brown, with mascara. Just a little blush and she was nearly complete. The only thing left to do was figure out what to wear. She figured she tried on a light blue, strapless, knee length sun dress that she was forced to wear to her cousin's wedding last summer. She curled her hair into loose waves. She felt pretty, but it didn't feel right. She decided to walk to school anyways just to see what other people would think when they saw her like that. Just for good measure, she grabbed her mid length, half sleeve button up leather jacket. She felt a little more like herself already. When she was walking, all she could think about was Artie, and she hoped that he liked it. He knew he accepted her for who she was, but the need for change was a strong one. She was going to make her junior year the best year yet. She was sick of being the lonely rebel. She could be herself, and still rise up.


Hope this is okay! When I was april, nobody really replied to the posts I made so I had to god-play a little since Figgins and Ken were a major part and nobody had claimed those characters. It was too hard, but I'm hoping since the people I would need to be Tina are all here, it will be alot better!


~ Accepted! And yeah, sorry about before, but now that you're Tina I hope we can RP a lot. Artie is lonely after all Welcome to the RP! - Rachel (May)

[Noah "Puck" Puckerman]

I'm auditioning for the role of Noah "Puck" Puckerman.

The summer sun beat relentlessly over the Ohio town. Every normal person was outside sweating their life away mowing the grass or tending to a job. Excluding, of course, guys like Noah "Puck" Puckerman. Naturally bronzed and seemingly fit, he figured that blessing the world with his awesomeness was enough as far as productivity went. Besides, the school year had been a whole different level of difficult. Puck was at least entitled to being able to sleep in without his mother's distinct, nasally shriek waking him to go water the grass or something.

Rays of sunlight protruded through the glass of Puck's bedroom window, disturbing him nonetheless. The midmorning light felt like searing hot lamps to the jock's unaccustomed eyes. He lay in bed, mentally cursing himself for not have closing the blinds of his room. Puck pulled the covers over his eyes, wishing that he didn't have to like... get up.

Yeah. What if he just lived in a world where he could sleep all day? The stupid sun would never bother him or anything. It'd just be him and his bed for the rest of his life. Actually. If he was allowed to create Puck World, he might as well make it the greatest place that a teenage guy could ever pray to live in. First of all, there would be girls everywhere. And not just the average ones that you see at the grocery store. No, he was was imagining the ones that dance on tables in music videos. And there would be every junk food that ever graced the aisles of WalMart. Twinkies, frozen pizza, hell, even those little potato pancakes that his mom made such a huge deal about. Puck had to grin to himself, somewhat pleased that he could articulate such a vivid idea this early. It was only noon, after all. And anyways, during the summertime, noon is the equivalent to six in the morning.

The idea appealed him to more and more, just as his belated alarm clock went off. Puck slammed on the device, tempted to send it flying. The obnoxious ringing served as a rude awakening and proof that trying to set up an alarm clock was pretty damned hard. Seriously, didn't it come up with an instructions manuel or something? Or at least labels. In any case, Puck lay his head back down on the green pillow. A groan escaped his lips as he realized that his own personal world of always sleeping on his awesome comforter and firm pillows was so far away from the reality that he was living now.

puck squeezed his eyes once more, as if to chase away the redness that was on the inside of his eyelids. He sat up, rubbing the back of his head. He could feel the soft stubble beginning to sprout. Puck felt almost incomplete without his signature mohawk; it was kind of like that thing that everybody knew him for, and it was taking its sweet time to replenish itself and go back to its mohawky glory. He pushed himself to the edge of the bed, so that his legs hung off the bed. Puck stared at his feet, which had tanlines from the flip-flops he had sported the other day. He looked pretty damn good in them, too.

Then again, Puck usually did pride himself with looking good unconditionally. Even now! The dude just woke up and looked like a god. Again, he figured it had to be karma or something. He was definitely a Greek warrior in his past-life. Or an emperor. He could just imagine himself wearing one of those toga's and being fed grapes by busty slave-ladies. Togas were probably an excuse for the Roman emperors to show off their junk. That, or Puck was the guy who founded the NYPD. Come to think of it... could Jews be cops? Eh, that was irrelevant, he supposed, walking over to put a shirt on.

Puck slipped on a gray shirt that was sprawled on the floor. It smelled clean enough, he thought, searching for a pair of jeans from his closet. His closet was by no means organized, but it sufficed. It did exactly what closets were put on Earth to do: put away anything that wouldn't fit underneath a bed. As Puck selected a pair of jeans with minimal stains on them, he saw his radio from the corner of his eye. He reached over to turn it on.

Initially, the old-fashioned black radio emitted some static. But after Puck fumbled around with the dial, it tuned in onto a local station that played a morning--err, noon show. It was fuzzy, but it served as background noise for Puck as he finished getting ready. The station finished playing a song with a lot of guitar strumming. After a brief introduction by the dee-jay, Puck heard the familiar bars of Alphaville's Forever Young. Puck couldn't help but hum along to synthpop introduction.

"Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies..." Puck sang under his breath, enjoying the classic song. Admittedly, he knew every word to the song. Puck eyed his own guitar in the corner of room. He turned up the volume on the radio, and picked up his guitar. he straddled it's soft, oak body and began to strum along with the song. It didn't song nearly as good, because his guitar was not tuned, but as the chorus played, Puck could feel himself getting into it. "Let us die young, or let us live forever," his gravelly voice offered a classic rock sounding version of the song. He began to ignore the thin wall and increase the volume of his voice.

'I wanna be forever young." Wasn't that the truth?



~That is a really great sample RP! You're Puck now. ;D Welcome to the RP! ;D - Rachel (May) ;D

[Sam Evans]

I wanna apply for the new kid, Sam, ill do my thing tomorrowz

[Sam Evans]

Okay. Um...hi, Im Sam Evans, and I guess I'll do my thing now.

Sam Evans

"Evans! What the hell are you doing?!" Coach Beiste called from the sidelines.

"Sorry, coach!" Sam called as he hustled back on the field for another play. The team got set up as he called, "Hut, hut, hike!" He took the ball and passed it to Puck, but the pass was short. The last play of the game, and he screwed it up. Coach blew her whistle, and the team retreated to the sidelines.

"Evans! What did I tell you? Always go for the long pass! Dont assume the others will just run to you..." Coach Beiste looked like she was about to blow up, but Sam wasnt really listening. He had plans for after the game. New Directions, he thought. The only place where noone will tell me that I suck. After Coach stomped away, Sam went in the locker room and took off all his clothes and football padding.

"Ahhh..." he said as he climbed into the hot shower. He grabbed the soap and started lathering up. He felt like something was building up inside. He opened his mouth, and "Start Me Up," by the Rolling Stones came bursting out. "You make a grown man cryyyyy..." he sang from memory. Sam finished the song and turned the shower off. He grabbed a towel and grabbed his clothes, then put his Ramones t-shirt and ripped jeans. He walked out of the room feeling rejuvinated and ready to go.

Sam started his walk to New Directions, ready to sing at 9:00 at night. Start me up, he thought with a smile on his face.


So I totally had forgotten to add the new characters but you're accepted anyways! Haha! Welcome to the RP Sam! ;D ~ Rachel (May)