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Karin [4]
Third person writing sample:

This one time at summer camp, Karin had been sent home because she threw someone's pet lizard into the lake. That very someone, a stupid girl Karin can't remember the name of, had found the ugly little creature in the woods one day, and claimed it was her pet. She paraded around with it, and kept pushing it in Karin's face, over and over and over. Finally, Karin grew annoyed enough that she threatened to drown the animal if she brought it near her one more time.

The girl didn't listen, so Karin wrenched it out of her hands and flung it into the awaiting body of water, and when freaked out Karin pushed her in, too, just so she didn't have to hear her.

Maybe it was for pushing the nameless girl in that Karin got suspended from that camp some thirteen years back, but that wasn't what was important. What mattered is that t it was the first time that Karin had felt that snap, that quick crossing of the delicate line between zen and enraged. She could tell when it was coming, that strange building up in her chest and head, and most of the time she just let it slip out with a punch or a scream, but there were times when she had to keep herself in check.

Now was one of those times.

"Are you sure the blue one doesn't come in 5-gig?" The woman asked for the umpteenth time, holding the iPod in question up in Karins face like it would help her add another gigabite. "I really need one with five."

"It comes with four, eight, and sixteen, ma'am," Karin said, eyes nearly crossing to look at the music player. It was held so close that it bumped her nose, and Karin snapped the pen she'd been holding between her hands, knuckles pale.

If it wouldn't get her fired, if she didn't really need to get a paycheck each week, Karin would have gladly smacked the offending iPod down to the floor and punched the equally offending old woman (morals clearly weren't made for people of Karin's generation). She'd have punched her right between the eyes.

Man, did she hate having to be patient with customers.


Other Notes:
- Karin bites her lip a lot when she's thinking naughty things.
- Her toenails are usually painted bright lime green, or they are not painted at all.
- She dyes her hair when its necessary, but usually her roots do show.
- Her sense of style isn't half as good as she likes to think it is.
- She manages to look hot in what she wears anyway.


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