Flashback EP 1: Scarlets’ Scrap
“Is that fuckin all?” A scrap, one of many among the streets—too few too many. Spitting some blood from sharply defined teeth one Scarlet found herself in the throes of a particularly brutal asskicking; not that this would be the first nor the last. This is the sorta thing she looked forward to! Taking a step back, our redheaded gal of the hour had been looking to spruce up the night. Irresponsible? Perhaps; damn fun treat despite all other advice going against the grain!
“Da hell is your damn problem?!” The assailant, some bozo with far too much time on their hands, kept swinging punches and kicks and she just…would NOT stop smiling. It was seriously creepy!
“I fuckin SAID…is that all? Ffeh…dipshit didn’t even put any WEIGHT in his punches, all thrust and no torque! Fuckin…HOOUGh!” Scarlet gets a mean slug in the gut for all her mouthy troubles, drool and a bit of blood dripping from her lips as her eyepatch got stained with the red remnants of all her other blood. Why does she do it? What’s the point of it all? Sense of purpose, belonging? Even a masochistic desire born out of both pleasure and a need to be punished? Strange, isn’t it, when you look back to see how someone is after all this time spent in such a loving environment and an actual place to call home. Scarlet doesn’t usually go out and brawl with random people these days, not as often anyways, she’s got more productive things to do these days. Alas, this is not the new and improved Scarlet with better understanding of herself, the fact she had undiagnosed ADHD, and some sense of real belonging. Not exactly having a consistent place to stay was tough to deal with and given everything else in her oddly painful life, ditching parents will do that to ya, she kinda threw herself headfirst into mixed martial arts, the art of fighting…if you would. Pardon the pun but given who adopted her, a woman who already paid more attention to her then her own parents, Crimson has been nothing but a wonderful guardian. Real name Carmen Takao Joan Alfonso they taught Scar everything she knows about fighting and then some! But enough about the present day, now where were we?
“Annoying bitch! You get off on this or something?!”
“Not tellin…~'' What an odd circumstance our feisty fighter had found herself in. As the facts may tell Scarlet simply felt unbearably, bordering on painfully, bored and wanted SOMETHING out of this beautiful night time scene out in the more rural parts of whatever other place they housed up in this month. Fireflies flutter about, the sounds of birds and various other critters make their calls known. So serene, peaceful, nothing at all like the violent beating currently going on in the middle of the street between a few lamp posts. Beautiful in all the weird ways, a fights’ like a dance between two participants, no? Lead in and on, in and out, hopefully don’t step on each other's feet for a cheap shot, you know…the usual. Still, the other fella was scrappy themselves with rolled up sleeves, blood decorating his cheek, and quite the mean mug. Seems they’ve been slugging each other for awhile as the pair could barely get their legs to work—basically stuck like rock 'em sock ‘em robots. A real slobber knocker, a damn fucking fight fest fit for fiends and foes!
“Lady…you got problems!” Not even the self made foe has much patience left for Scarlet and her strange, sharp smiles—damn pearly whites lookin’ like a sharks! So why fight? Neither of them are really getting anything outta this encounter and if anything Scar just seems to want to prove the something of a nonexistent claim: that she ain’t weak. Which she really isn’t, if we’re laying down the chips plain as day. But, maybe something happened? It’s not like this is their first encounter either as this individual has essentially been challenged to a brawl several times since Scar moved to this area and while more than a little fed up with Scar, something about her…everything just keeps them coming back for more. Mutual respect for one another or equally masochistic? Way too many damn questions at an hour like this! Eventually Scarlet manages to muster up enough energy and will to move from her deadlocked position, stumbling forward with her arms swinging below like a mad dog ready to bite! With little warning given she lunges forward and gives a particularly brilliant kick right into the arm of her sparring partner! Eliciting quite the cry of pain as they’re left stumbling back, breath heavy and vision getting a little hazy as this showdown is nearly drawing to a close!
“Yeah, what about it, huh?! Got something else to SAY!” Rather aggressive, a dog with much bite, such is the strangeness that is Scarlet. Ultimately this isn’t a case of sadism being a primary motivator as it’s more a case of just wanting to share her passions with others and seeking a good challenge. But truth be told it’s also a pretty good stress reliever, something even more? Regardless of whatever’s rattling around in her brain her sparring partner just kinda face plants into the asphalt, wiping the rest of the pain off their face as they’d roll onto their back. Scarlet, seeing that this is a fight won and no longer needs to be prolonged, our Brazilian fighter of the late hour collapses alongside their compatriot. Taking in the beautiful stars and sights as the pair slowly get their bearings and wits together.
“How are we even alive…?”
“Sheer will power and stubbornness…” The two share some words as the night's ambience returns once more. Feeling a familiar buzz in her pocket Scar checks only to see just one small thing she’s reflected; her own ma, Crimson. With a grimace and notably more displeased tone, less at her own ma and with herself, she’d slowly sit back up, “Fuuuckkkk….forgot all about ma, sorry but I gots to dip. Same time next week?”
“Eeh…maybe got some business to take care of that time. But I’ll keep ya in mind.”
“Sweet~” Scarlet smiled, springing back up on her feet much to the bewilderment of her sparring partner. Even with how brutal it all was there’s still an air of fun to the whole thing. Possibly irresponsible and foolish but alas…Scar didn’t give a shit, not at the time anyways. Her life didn’t have much going on until she met a particular Salvadoran tomboy which wouldn’t happen for at least a little while. Cleaning out her eyepatch that amusingly still has a functioning eye beneath it—supposedly it’s meant to be a self imposed challenge but really Scar just thought it looked badass. Both peepers red as her half messy self done dye job red hair style, this gals got a lotta spunk!
Once outta eyesight she’d begin texting back Crimson, basically making excuses before just being honest. Despite how ballsy this entire rendezvous was Carmen didn’t display much hostility, more just disappointment and a tinge of worry. Two of the WORST things to be hit with for Scar! Groaning frustratedly she’d gradually start jogging while texting, avoiding all obstacles as she does so in a casually impressive display considering the low lighting and everything. Usually they’re on pretty good terms with each other but Crimson can’t help but express some dismay with how listless Scarlet is—picking fights for no real good reason and just not having a proper outlet for her excess energy and other hobbies to pick up. It was beginning to get a little concerning. She appreciated Scars’ attempts to share her passions yet with all this in mind all this moving around wasn’t doing either of them any favors so they had to figure SOMETHING out.
Eventually, in due time, a fateful showdown would occur that would change Scars life for the better. But that’s a tale for another time. Much as the showing of passions laid bare a brawl can also act that way for two combatants, how fascinating…truly.
