noah dayton prescott

[noah dayton prescott]

`go shake it NOAH !
`"i can't find out what happens if i lose the beat...".

[/b] funnybones. =P
age; 81. i'm old and rockin.
rp experience; 2 years. i think. give or take a million.
how you found us; magic.
contact; i'm always found on my broom-you can catch me on there.
other charries; mr. seider.
other; aiming for 3000 words. sike. xDD. i find myself making another musician...
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`where the hell is my chiffon.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.

[/b] noah dayton prescott
but it's okay everyone calls me; noah, prescott
i popped outta my mom's bajingo; november tenth, 1993
actually i'm some sort of; scorpio
this place was such a hit hole; baltimore, maryland
ah, so like paradise for me; baltimore, maryland
i don't look it but i'm actually; anglo-saxon
it's just the way the wind blows; straight
baddest bitch all up and through here; second year, music department, N/A
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`designers, look out for andrae.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.

[/b] John Patrick Amedori
you know i could just swim in those; light brown
does the carpet match the drapes; dark brown
i wish i could lose like three pounds; 145 pounds
she looks like a freakin giraffe; five feet ten.
and then i got one on my ass; none. this kid is deathly straight-edge.
they always seem to notice my;
Noah's hands, scratched-up, are the only part of him that doesn't keep in with his straight-edge self. they are always filled with cuts of different sizes, thanks to his constant drumming. usually, it's the first thing a person will notice with him.


you'll never see me without my;
Noah has somewhat of a nervous look about him. You can see it in his expression, reflected in his brown eyes. He is always biting his lip, or tapping his fingers. Not often will you see him change his expression to happy, or sad. It usually is a look of flatness, of wariness. His face will show distrust as he talks to someone he hardly knows, unless he's been acquainted with you for a certain amount of time, or somehow, you've gotten him to like you. When he smiles-that is, if he does, it's always a shaky one, as he hasn't had much practice with smiling.

He's a relatively wiry kid, which is appropriate, seeing as he being always nervous, no matter what, usually prevents him from eating much. His hair is always kept long, as Noah has a theory that it can hide most of your insecurities from being discovered by the rest of the world. He's very self-conscious about himself, his posture always bent over, as not to tower over others. Exercise is an enigma to Noah-he sees no point in it. The only part of his body that gets any work is his arms, and that's only from the constant drumming that he does. He is also pretty pale-the outside world doesn't hold much interest to him, as drums aren't very portable, now are they? The sun rarely meets this kid's skin, resulting in a milky color of his skin.

Noah is never seen without his special drumming gloves on-they were given to him by his uncle, whom Noah adores. Usually, you will see him with a band tee on-he loves music, mostly urban bands. He's a pretty casual dresser, other than that. Jeans fill his cabinets, with a pair of khakis here and there, which lie mostly unworn. As for shoes, Noah is prone to wear skater sneaks, just for the pure fact that they are relatively comfortable, and hug the sidewalk. Sometimes, he wears a rubber band around his wrists, just in case. He also always carries his drum sticks with him-whether in the pocket of his hoodie, in the back pocket of his jeans, or simply in his hands. It makes Noah uncomfortable to not have them on his person, as they are his number one prized possession.

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`it's a m0therfucking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.

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-solid beats
-drumsticks
-guitars
-things in perfect order
-undiscovered bands
-good earphones
-old-school action figures
-sharpies
-macs
-being alone
-pretty eyes
-nice hoodies

i'm about to get wickety-wack all over;
-techno music
-loud people
-being around strangers
-getting touched
-bananas
-animals
-when someone touches his things
-no ink in a marker
-obnoxious people

it's like my signature kinda thing;
-really good drummer
-brilliant observer
-able to know what a note is by ear
-knows many random facts
-can concentrate on one thing for a prolonged set of time
-excellent at staying quiet


oh god not this again, i so suck;
-tendency to stutter, even though there is nothing medically wrong with him
-embarrassed easily
-incapable of talking to those that he hardly knows
-hard to get close to
-has a tendency to clean
-will go along with what he is asked to do, doesn't rebel

it's like children of the corn but worse;
-falling in love
-being touched
-breaking his beloved drumsticks
-spiders
-affection
-conversations

you know one day i'm going to;
-getting over his fears
-join a rockin band and make decent music
-compose and finish an entire song
-get a segway transporter

it's just this weird innate thing;
Noah tends to spaz out at the slightest touch, his reaction varying from a flinch, to a punch on the face, depending on where and how long the touching lasts. He can't stand contact with people, something that just developed ever since he was a little boy. Always is he in motion-something typical of a drummer. He can and will get restless in a span of twenty seconds, and begin to move any part of his body that he can. Also, if you place a piece of paper and any writing utensil in front of Noah, he will begin to write random tidbits of sheet music onto it-these just run through his head constantly. You will never find a piece of homework he has completed without notes on it. He also loves keeping things in order, and gets upset if someone messes up what he had just cleaned.

some things just make me scream;
-space
-shy smiles
-soft voices
-pretty eyes
-can play an instrument

that is the most digusting thing ever;
-clingy
-sneers
-too touchy feely
-weird laughs
-too pretty


you best remember this bitch;
Noah is a soft-spoken kid, compliant to everyone that wishes something of him. He hates to not go along with what people tell him, as he is irrationally afraid of punishment, which is strange, seeing as he hasn't received much punishment at all in his years. Noah hates being touched at all by others, even the casual bump drives him insane. Even with his parents, Noah refused straight-out to accept hugs-the farthest he would let them go was a slight touching of his and the other person's thumb and pinky, and that was only because they were his parents. The only person that had ever hugged Noah ever in his life with his permission was Joseph, Noah's uncle.

Noah is not a good talker in the slightest-he absolutely refuses to talk to strangers, unless online or whatnot. He is actually afraid of conversations, of sounding stupid in front of someone. This is the reason that he can count the number of friends he has on one hand-he is deathly antisocial, and very shy. He doesn't understand most jokes that people tell him-he will take them literally and ask questions about the joke, which more often than not ruins it. He doesn't trust people at all, for reasons unknown, as he was raised by good people. So he won't believe anything someone tells him, even in his classes. He's also very straight-edge-he's afraid of the consequence of taking drugs or drinking, after watching one video in the fifth grade. It makes his parents worry about him-maybe the kid really is different.

Noah is a bit OCD, even though technically, he doesn't have the disease. It's just part of him, keeping himself and everything around him deathly clean and organized. He freaks out if you mess up with what he had just fixed-even worse than if you touch him. It contrasts with the musical part of him though-as much as he loves the organized and clean in everyday life, he hates in his music. Chaos in sound is what attracts him-he hates the straightforward popular music. The randomness of music is what drew him to it in the first place, it was so unlike him that it attracted him. Well, that, and since his uncle liked it, Noah had to also.
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`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.

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Mother - Aly Michelle Prescott, 37, housewife.
Father - Nicholas Cole Prescott, 37, banker.
it's cause you were dropped as a child;
only child.
that's what i'll look like when i'm old; N/A
you know the different kind of uncle;
uncle - Anthony Jude Bacardi, 34, musician.
and the one that looks like a rat; N/A
pretty freakin sure we're not related; N/A
yea they used to eat my shoelaces; N/A


it's like hell but only faster;
It was the perfect marriage. A high school romance, Aly and Nicholas were the only one of their friends that lasted throughout high school and college, something that was rare to find back then, and even now. Their classmates, whenever asked about them, always shook their heads, smiles on their faces. "True love, it was." That was always their reply. And it was. Nick was heels over head in love with the girl, who he'd met in their sophomore year, and never looked back. It was the perfect romance-they only had eyes for the other, and they could both honestly say that they never drifted to another person, even in the early stages of their relationship. It was perfect.

Their honeymoon. They both are at the young age of twenty-two, still madly in love. Of course, this is where Noah is conceived-they have saved each other for this day, the one moment where they would reveal each others true selves to each other. It was perfect for both of them-and it left Aly pregnant. Ecstatic, they leave the Bahamas to move to their house they've established in Baltimore. All the furniture is there already when they arrive-courtesies of their parents, who were so happy about the wedding. And so, they begin to plan their lives together, with their soon-to-come baby. The sex at this time is unknown-Nick and Aly want it to be a surprise.

November tenth, 1993. It's the big day, and the about-to-be parents are absolutely prepared for this. Ice chips, tennis balls, hot water bottles, Nick has made sure everything goes by smoothly for his beloved wife. And whaddaya know, it does. Labor for Aly only lasts two hours, and soon, they are rewarded with the presence of an adorable little boy. Naming him Noah, after the ark, of course, they take him home, eager to share the love that they feel for each other with the baby. And at first, it seems like the baby agrees. It's not bothersome like the children they've read countless books about-Noah is perfect. Not crying much, not keeping his parents up until the wee hours of the morning. It's like he's obliging with whatever his parents desire, which suit them just fine.

There is something strange going on. Noah is in the second grade, a seven year old, and for some reason, he just refuses to talk. Aly and Nick know perfectly well that he can, seeing as he was as talkative as ever in kindergarten and first grade. It must be something medical, something. The child isn't even talking to his parents, for heaven's sake, that must mean something's wrong. But no, after taking him to several doctors, they have all come down to the same conclusion-he's just refusing to talk. After quietly questioning Noah, who doesn't respond, they decide just to live with it. It must be just a stage, right? A kid can't stop talking for life.

Except it doesn't seem that way. Fast-forward six years. He still doesn't speak at all, preferring to communicate with hand gestures, and facial expressions. Nick and Aly can muster a one word response from him, every once in a blue moon, but other than that, nothing. But now, something new is amiss. Even at the slightest touch, Noah lashes out, and violently. It hurts Aly-her own son hates to be held, and loved, something she desired to do ever since giving birth to him. But what else can she do but live with it? It worries them-was this their fault? Bad parenting, something that they did to him as a child? But as much as they racked their brains, they couldn't find anything that they did to blame. It was sorely the child. Noah just didn't want to talk-something that worried his parents everyday. They needed help-and the only person that volunteered was their last hope.

Anthony Bacardi. Brother of Aly, he's a talented musician, skilled in everything from the guitar to the triangle. Maybe he can connect with Noah. It's a long shot, but still, anything. And yes. Miraculously, it works. Intrigued by the medley of instruments brought into their house, Noah reluctantly approaches his uncle, making sure that a fair distance is between them, and just watches him play. And soon, as weeks past, he begins to question. Yes. Using his voice. It's a breakthrough, and Aly and Nick quietly celebrate. Yes, Noah won't talk to anyone but Anthony, but he's progressing, letting his parents touch him. It's only his thumb and pinky, but still, it's progress.

And Anthony finds himself liking the kid himself. Noah has great rhythm, apparent from the way he can follow any beat Anthony flings at him. Maybe drums would be the answer? For Noah's fourteenth birthday, Anthony hands over his beloved drumming gloves, and his even more loved drumsticks. Surprised, Noah actually yelps with happiness, and hugs the man, promising never to take any of the two off his figure for as long as he lives. The first show of real affection in seven years, and not even to his parents. It hurts Nick and Aly, who, in retaliation, kick out Anthony of the place where he was beginning to call home. Without even considering Noah's feelings, the one thing in his whole life that they have done wrong.

And so, he begins to regress. Refusing to talk at all anymore, not even the clipped phrases he was beginning to use, Noah secludes himself, preferring to stay in his room and practice with the drum set left behind in his uncle's leaving. And the boy is good. Using Anthony's tracks, he begins to adlib, and create not sound, but music. All his anger, he misplaces onto the drums. And believe it or not, his parents notice. They begin to plan, to use this newfound talent to help him in life. A school, close to home. Perfect. Darmon Academy. Without his knowledge, they enroll him, and announce the decision the day before he leaves. Silently, he complies, packing up his belongings, separating the drum set, slipping the sticks into his sweater. And so they drive off. As Nick and Aly get home from dropping their only son off, they enter their room, only to find every picture frame smashed, clothing ripped. Thank you, mom and dad, is found, written in lipstick on the mirror.

School. Noah learns how to play the guitar, the bass, the piano, even though his true love is the drums. Slowly, as a year passes by, he finds himself talking a bit more, only to those he's grown moderately close to. He learns how to write music, how to correspond it to instruments. He loves it. And so, he pursues reluctantly in the music department, and desires to get famous. Only so his uncle can find him, of course.

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`i'm not your usual uncle nick.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.

[/b] sunset horizon
i don't know what it means, something with; second year, music department
it's six am in the morning middle of winter; erm. no. except. hi?

you must be smelling your own crotch; blah. i dun't wanna. go look at dawson seider.

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