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Kindle Foster

"Work hard, play harder!... And pray you passed the exam."

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a character in “Sam White and The Seven Losers”, originally authored by LunaTwilight, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Kindle Foster


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Name: “Kindle like the nook thing and Foster like the celebrity.. I think.”
Kindle Foster
Age: “Almost a legal adult! Not that I’d start to act like one.”
17 going on 18
Gender: ”Seriously? Do I have to give you proof?”
Female
Role “Whatever it is, I want to be the penguin.”
Loser girl 4

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Written Looks: “I’d rather hear what you think.”
Kindle stands at 5’ 5” and about 105 lbs. Her frame made to be very stringy but strong with a light tan. Her hair is a blonde and brunette cross, about as random as herself; but it can be guaranteed to stay straight as a board no matter what she tries to do with it. She likes to wear several shades of lipstick, not sticky lip gloss mind you, and makeup to match her hair.

Wears: “Wouldn’t a mirror be easier for this?”
Right now she’s sporting dark skinny jeans with a pair of lace up boots. Her top is a cotton knit stripe of white and navy with several random necklaces piled together.

Style: “A bit of this, a little of that, Oh! And A LOT of what-cha-ma-call-it.”
Kindle’s style consists of jeans in various stages from new to worn-to-death. Everything else is whatever catches her eye, especially if a sale tag is attached. And not’s forget the jewelry, friendship bracelets, and straight hopeless hair.


Likes:
~Music
~Color
~A good laugh
~Old movies
~Climbing trees ”Childhood habit.”
~Rocking out and jumping on the bed “Best stress relief EVER.”

Dislikes:
~Bugs
~Fleece blankets
~Bees ”Of any kind I might add.”
~The word panties. Underwear is better.
~Math

Fears:
~Flunking mathematics. ”I have a long way’s before that happens, I still don’t like the possibility though.”
~Falling in love. ”To much hasel. To much worry. Pain. No thank you.”

Habits:
Kindle has a habit of biting her bottom lip when she smiles.
She tends to get off track sometimes.

Personality:
Kindle prefers to live free and enjoy every second of her time. She has a tendency to skip topics randomly in conversations, or coming up with just about anything random. At time’s she’s been called a tomboy as well, not that they’d be wrong. A little dirt never hurt anyone and she’ll gladly shove a few witch’s faces in it; but sadly there are rules against such things. “Maybe I can pour water on them instead… Go Wizard of Oz on them. Her friends are the highlight of her day and she hope’s to bring a bit of light to there’s as well.

Family: “Just me, momma, pops, and the farm. Ok, so there’s no farm.”
Father ~ Mechanic at Sears
Mother ~ Trust-fund and heiress to the whole farm joke.
No Siblings
Best Friends: “I’ll get back to you later on that.”
TBA
Friends: “My awesome partners in crime against prepville!”
The Losers
Crush: “Nope, not going there. Uh-uh.”
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History: “Like I said, it all started on the farm.”
Kindle grew up in a two story suburban home with both her parents ”Who are still far to lovey-dovey in my opinion. Get a room, please! Her mother grew up on a family operated farm and production line while her father worked part-time on any odd jobs they had. The two fell in love as teenagers, got hitched, survived the mother-in-laws, and had a happy giggly baby girl in their late twenties. Growing up was nothing out of the ordinary. Visits to her mother’s parent’s was always fun and led to her tomboy romps with her cousins ”All boys I might point out in my defense. And though her father one out on living as down to earth as possible, her mother and grandmother won on the education debate; only the best for their little girl. ”Though they could have thrown in a few bribes saying I was a math genius and had no need for it. Yeah, the idea didn’t fly to well with them either.


“Say that ONE more time."

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So begins...

Kindle Foster's Story

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Alice Bethany Bryant

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Alice dug her face further into the pillow as the beeping of her wrist watch slowly dragged back to conscious. Snatching the small device off the nightstand she quickly turned the small beeps off to keep from disturbing her roommate; the same reason she used a watch instead of an alarm clock in the first place. But she was a light sleeper luckily.

Carefully sliding out of bed in a sleepy haze, Alice made her way to the closet dug for today’s outfit while holding back constant yawns. Last night’s homework in business refused to balance out, and she had spent more time finding her mistake than actually sleeping; but at least it paid off two hours later. Though at the moment her body protested the thought as she shuffled around and pulled on a light weight sweater and a pair of black pants; fumbling around even more to locate her favorite ballet flats and jewelry.

Just as quietly as she dressed, Alice gathered her books for first hour and slipped carefully out the door; she was leaving a bit earlier this morning than usual, but she knew every minute of moving around would help her stay awake through history better. Whoever had thought of giving US History first thing in the morning must have been found of slow and unusual punishment.

Making her way towards the school building she took a slight detour past the game fields. Sure it added a few extra minutes on her track to class; but it was important to get exercise! After all, a lot of people came out to the fields to practice before class; something she was going to have to start doing with tennis starting back up. There were baseball cages, track fields, football fields… people on the fields… guys who looked too much alike on the fields… “Class Alice. Class. You’re going to class.” Shaking her head with a slight blush, she realized she had started to slow down; not that there was any particular reason mind you!

Alice picked her walk up to a sprint as she made it the last bit of distance to the building, slowing back to a walk once she was through the doors and heading to class; only stopping at her locker long enough to deposit the books she was working on the night before.

Already there were people starting to arrive, so sticking to the far wall Alice slipped as carefully as she could not to jostle into anyone; relieved to make to her classroom and slip through the door.

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Kindle Foster

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Kindle let out a groan as the annoying alarm yelled through the layers of pillows and feather comforter she had buried her head under. Maybe if she kept really still it would all go away and let her sleep… Nope, the blaring was still there.

Sticking only her hand out from underneath the cocoon she was in, Kindle fumbled around and found the alarm; slamming the button a few times to shut it up. “Why do they have to have school in the morning!” she grumbled into the mattress to no one in particular before kicking and twisting to get the covers off of her and to sit up straight. Needless to say her hair looked like a total rat nest decided to have a party in it, like it did every morning; so first grabbing her brush from inside the nightstand drawer, she started the battle of tugging the mess back into its straight floppy self as she surveyed her closet and floor for clothes. Not saying they weren’t all clean; she did put the dirty ones in the hamper, but jeans are good to be worn more than once.

Poking a particular pile around with her foot, Kindle pulled out a pair of dark blue jeans then scrambled through the actual hangers and pulled out a striped top. After slipping today’s choice on and shooting a few clothes hoops to the laundry basket, Kindle grabbed and handful of jewelry out of her disorganized box and slipped a hobo bag over her shoulders. Letting the door slam on its own accord behind her on her way out, she made her way to class while putting on whatever jewelry was in her hand; today being mostly all necklaces from the looks of it.

The morning’s agenda was easy enough. 1. Survive class. 2. Survive class. And 3. Don’t break down crying in Trig. Not to bad, maybe a little difficult on the last one, but livable. Then there was still practice after school she needed to get through… and one more thing… it had bugged her all last night she couldn’t remember what it was…

“Crap.” Stopping mid step as she rounded the corner, the answer stood right in front of her holding a rock. Hamlet. The class was covering Hamlet today. And there was the proof right in front of her, kneeling like a proposing man talking to a rock. “Hey Johnny, if you’re going to propose to that thing you need to get it a ring first.”

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The large smile slid across his face, and he would have laughed, but while on one knee laughing would have been awkward, "Good morning beautiful." Johnny said still posing, "No need to be jealous of Bessy here," he said petting the rock, "You are still number 3 in my book!" He said pivoting his upper body and giving Kindle a large thumbs up with his free hand, and before he had a chance to follow up with it, Dara showed up... and Johnny couldn't help but play along by pouting at her 'hurtful' words, "Hey... what's that supposed to me.." He said then stopped pretending to consider what he was about to say, "Oh nevermind, point taken." He conceded. Johnny, Gods gift to the world settling down with one girl and sharing everything with her? Not going to happen.

"Such a shame polygamy is not allowed." Johnny said pretending to be distraught, "Me, you, Kindle, and of course Bessy here all one happy dysfunctional family." He said sighing before tossing 'Bessy' over his shoulder and letting it crash to the ground, "Oh well, no use getting depressed over not being able to have some kinky man on rock action." Johnny said popping up and smiling, "So whats up?" He glanced at his watch... oh, ten minutes to class that is what was up. Oh well, at least he would get to see samyyyy!!! He loved her name, just one you wanted to yell to the world, but the downside was she would be staring at Ken-doll the entire time.

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Data snickered as Johnny understood her point. Johnny then went on about his rock and polagamy and Data snorted. "Yea, I'd rather date the rock." She said with a roll of her eyes. She actually had small feelings for Johnny only because either he was brave enough or stupid enough to flirt with her. She had violent tendencies towards....well almost everyone but especially guys. Flirts usually sent her in a rage but not with him. She either blew it off completely or had a barrage of insults waiting for him but now, having the same drama class with him and -more recently- her having been casted as the leading lady and him, the leading man. They've had to hang out alot more.

It was then Data was knocked to the ground, her sketchbook and pencils spilling out of her bag and rolling down the quad. Data looked up to see Hannah lurking there. Admiring her work. Data was on her feet in seconds, She felt a small burning on her arm. She looked down to see a bit a skin missing on her elbow. Blood dotting the exposed skin and Data almost snarled. "I got your Red Sea, right here!" Data spat and she lunged after her, hands curled into fists "How about I bloody that plastic nose of yours!?" She barked but she felt her arms on her before she could make a move.

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Johnathan Hills

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Johnny stood pretending to be baffled, "Dear god... I didn't think she could spell Red Sea much less reference it" He said stroking his chin, "This is going to be a problem if she is going to become wife 643." He paused so lost in his thought he pretended not to see Data rush at her because there was no way in hell he was getting in between a good ol'fashion cat fight, please God allow clothing to be ripped off. He could see it now, Data punching aiming it at Hana's face that powerful rage exploding as Hana screamed and scratched, her nails catching Dana's shirt and ripping them a little, the outrage of Dana's face as she tears Hana's clothes more, and then his mind wandered off to some scenes better left not told, but somehow there was a lot of whipped cream and Kindle had joined in on the party. A shout snapped him back to the world as Data was grabbed and held, and everyone walking by had stopped to see the show, and sadly his fantasy was only a fantasy.

Johnny gave a depressed sigh, before stepping forward determined to grab peoples attention, "Ladies, Ladies." Johnny said holding up his hands, "There is plenty of me to go around, no need to fight over me, unless we got some mud and bikinis around." A few nervous chuckles crept into the cloud, many refusing to smile or laugh simply because they didn't want Hana to see them laughing at her. Johnny bent down and scooped his backpack up and started for the door before turning on his heel and pretending his two hands were guns aimed at Hana, "Stay feisty for me beautiful." He said before entering the building.

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Lucy Saunders
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The sound of her roommates alarm blaring in her ears awoke her from her slumber. Which was a pity, seeing as she was having such a nice dream. A dream which she couldn't repeat out loud without being expelled. This girl's thoughts weren't exactly pure.

Unfortunately, Lucy had slept in. She usually woke up an hour earlier, just to get ready. A few minutes later, once Kindle had left, she climbed out of bed, messily making it in a hurry, before straightening her hair, which she had turned on as soon as she got up. She did her make-up, picked an outfit and rushed out the door, probably late for class.

She sighed as she made her way to class, the heels on her shoes making it impossible to run. She took out her phone as she walked, yawning, and texted her friend.

To: Hannah<3

heeyy hannah miss you :( wua? x