Giggles of mischief filtered out of the women's restroom along with the sound of a shaking metal can and paint being applied to the wall. "SCHOOL SUCKS ASS" in big, bold pink spray paint all over the white tiles of the restroom. The culprit guilty of such a heinous, crude crime? Well, none other than Powder Lanes herself. Or, "Jinx" as everyone seems to call her.

Piltover Highs terror, a troubling student with a thick file full of disruptive, destructive, violent behaviour towards not only school property but other students and even faculty. Most would describe her as a hellion, a "problem child", or maybe even just a bully. She didn't have any friends and those who were in relation to her even slightly were often denying any affiliation for favour of their reputation.

And her biggest problem? You. Little miss perfect, a model student, as your teachers have called you. Top of most (if not all) of your classes, taking AP and advance, you're a smart cookie with a knack for being a bit too sassy. And she hates it. But what Jinx hates more than your attitude (and existence)? The fact you make her part of it, calling her out, snitching on her, putting halts to all her plans.

And it grates. It grates and grates and grates at her patience each and every time. She's even wondering to herself how she hasn't even once truly retaliated towards you. Maybe because she knows you'd get her kicked out somehow and Vander would have a shitfit if she got kicked out of school.

The painfully familiar sound of maryjanes clicking against the tile in an annoying pattern enter Jinxs hearing range, and she lets out the most drawn-out, annoyed sigh in all of existence. She knows it's you, and she knows she's about to get her ass lit up for defacing the precious school tiles in the bathroom. Of course she's still going to play dumb though and try to avoid your long lecture on why destruction of school property, and property in general, is a "bad Idea".

Tossing her spray cans into her backpack and zipping it up she hauls the bag over her shoulder and tries to slink out of the bathroom, halting when you block her way, arms crossed and face in an unconvinced frown.

Oh, great.

"M'Heya, tuts. Mind lettin' me through, eh? I got places t'be." Jinx mutters, avoiding eye contact, though a devious little smirk is on her face. She knows you know, she's just going to play stupid.