Is that a Pokemon trainer?

Scarlet, rather than being sent out of class, had recently been told to attend her classes more often. It would be no surprise to either side of the arguement that Scarlet wouldn't be walking into a classroom any time soon either way.

Scarlet leaned against the sode machine with a can of Coke in her hands which she would intermittently swirl the contents of upon becoming bored with staring at the same empty hallway. Soon enough, her prayer for entertainment was answered as she watched the frustrated male leave the classroom with the permission of the Teacher, which caught her attention. The disgruntled boy seemed as though he was still new to the school at this point, yet, he was already causing trouble.

"He's going to make such an Angel once he grows up."

Scarlet pushed herself away from the vending machine and took a sip of her drink as she walked over to him and stood alongside the seemingly new student.

"If you're just going to make a smiley face, I'm going to be very disappointed." she would exclaim with a monotone voice and face void of any emotion.

The door that could smile

Scarlet lowered her coke can to her side upon her ears analysing the word "babe." She laughed to herself for a brief moment and rolled her eyes, watching the artist at work.

"Oh wow, you sure showed that classroom door didn't you? God forbid someone else sees it and it brightens up their day. If you want to do damage, all you need to know is simple English literature and a few of the students at school."

Scarlet held out her left hand, accepting the can of paint as she brought up her coke can in her right and took another small sip from it, her expression finally changing to that of disappointment as her can became barren of any forms of liquid.

"Tch. They really need to stop being so tight with how much coke they put in these things."

Scarlet dropped her can onto the floor and slammed her foot down on top of it in an attempt to crush it into a two dimensional shape, then, upon success, pushed her right leg forward and kicked it back with plenty of force. This action resulted in the can flying towards the vending machine she had originally been leaning on. The Coke can soon descended and slid along the floor, gliding out of view out of view as it made its way underneath the vending machine, where all that could be heard was the clatter of cans, implying that there had been many others kicked under there.

Scarlet shook the can of paint, her grin growing with each shake of the can and the wall she was rapidly approaching.
Upon reaching the wall, Scarlet wasted no time writing in the biggest letters her height would allow spelling out

"Soran Yuy is Sage's bitch"

Scarlet stood back and admired her work, more proud of the fact that she didn't spell either of their names wrong rather than her courage to write it in the first place.

"A picture may be worth a thousand words, but these five words are worth a thousand bruises. Unless you want to be the host of said bruises, I suggest moving away from this area.

Scarlet snickered at the thought of Shugo's reaction to the five meter long and two meter high message sprawled across the wall, tossing her paint can back to Sam once she was completely satisfied that her work here was done.

"The name's Scarlet Martins. You don't need to remember it though, because once someone leaves their car unlocked... she brought up her right hand and pointed to herself using her thumb "I'm out of here." Scarlet would say with a wide grin sprawled across her face.[/i]

Why did the chicken cross the road?

" As a female, I can say that some girls do write the name of their crush onto the walls of a school. But as a female, I can also tell that your feminine side must be showing..."

Scarlet glanced at Sam's drawing of male genetalia, snickering to herself and purposely amplifying the volume of her laughing in hopes that it would annoy him just that little bit more.

"Because clearly you must be into what you draw if you think I'm weak enough to lose to a kid like you. A smiley face and that thing? How obvious can you be. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

As much as Scarlet hated to admit it, the thought of fighting a pillar this quickly made her hair stand on end. Not only would it be a crushing defeat, but the chances are it wouldn't be much of any good for her reptuation either. Not that such a thing ever stopped her before.

"Fine."
Scarlet displaced all of her weight onto her left heel, then pushing the tip of her right shoe to help her spin back around to face the pokemon trainer looking child that seemed to have a death wish.

"If I win, you take that crappy excuse for a taunt off of the wall. All of it. Including what I wrote. If you win.. Well, I'll let you choose what happens in your little fantasy world where wishing is the key to victory."

Fair terms

Scarlet rolled her eyes, moving her left head to her forehead as her respect for the newbie began to tear away from her memory, shred by shred, one at a time.
"You know, it's pretty hard to insult you when you do my job for me, right?"

Now moving back over to Sam's side, Scarlet bent over and picked up one of the many paint cans Sam had dropped as he offered the terms of the duel, turning the paintcan from side to side and observing the labels. Scarlet felt a connection with this new kid, he seemed to know how to rile people up to the point of getting what he wanted much like she did, but no matter how hard she tried, she could never quite drag him away from the "People Scarlet aims to punch in the face" collum, which she thought was as much of a shame as it would be if a five year old had dropped their ice cream.

"I don't know... Those terms don't seem too fair to me."
Placing her right hand in her cardigan's rigth pocket, Scarlet pointed the can at the section of the wall with her name through it, spraying over it multiple times to make sure no one ever had to see the world's weakest insult.

"Now that my name is out of the question, why don't you declare your love to Hisae Yuy if I win? She's weaker than Soran, but she'll still kick your ass like a can down a street."

Like a can down a street... Now that's something she wouldn't mind seeing. Was Hisae even capable of performing such a feat? Perhaps in due time she'll find out. Until then, Scarlet shook her can, turning her head to Sam and yawning to show how little this little contest of his meant to her as she brought about two new questions to the situation.

"And how are we going to judge which insult is the best? Aren't you just going to say that yours are the winning set and run off? You seem like the type to run away when shit hits the fan. Are you French?"