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 Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 11:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:25 pm
[01] Introduction to Brimstone
[02] Navigation
[03] Rules and Regulations
[04] Photo Album
[05] Brimstone's Profile
[06] Akina's Profile
[07] The New Family
[08] Companions
[09] Friends and Enemies
[10] Gifts and Possessions
[11] Tokuwa Cottage
[12] Links and Resources
[13] Credits
[14] Current Update
[15] Flatsale Entry
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:36 pm
[01] As this is a private journal, everyone must PM me for permission to post unless you fall under the following list: Alania/Nio Love Orestae All Shattered and Fa'e Owners A Gift-Leaver [02] All those who choose to leave gifts must do so in character. [03] When roleplaying with Brim, you are never allowed to take control of his actions or any other character who is not specifically yours. If you do this, I will not hesitate to say something. [04] Do not steal from this journal. This applies to artwork as well as the stories that I write out and the overall concept. [05] Do not PM me to ask where I got this pet or if you can have its children. There is a link to the headquarters on this page. Don't be so lazy. [06] Keep all IC problems in character. Brim is an offensive character. Do not take what he says personally. [07] Brim curses. A lot. So, if you are the kind of person who is offended by this, I recommend that you avoid roleplaying with him. He might also make use of racist and sexist terms. It's just his character. [08] Understand that Brim will not love everyone. I felt that this rule should be kept in here since he is such a bishie and all. I just ask that no one be too eager to win his love. ^_~ [09] Don't hate on me for having a rough schedule. I do my best, but there will be times where a roleplay session might take a week instead of a day. Just bear with me. [10] Have fun! And if you are a lurker who reads my journal, thank you. It's a compliment. heart
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:41 pm
Name: Brimstone Nickname: Brim or B Gender: Male Reflection: Nuclear Power Plant Stage: Pre-teen Birthplace: His shard appeared in the residue of a failed attempt at alchemy. It just happened to be made of sulfur, blood, smoke, and a strange green goo. Spoooooky~ And there was lots of anger and cursing when he appeared too. Height: 5'11" Body Type: Cut, thin, and muscular. Family: Akina and Company! Hobbies: Blowing smoke at people, staring at Ilistala, practicing cool tricks like lighting his fingertip on fire, watching lots and lots of television, reading science books in secret, sneaking cigarettes behind Akina's back, learning and creating new curse words. Weapon of Choice: Smog cloud, acid oozing, etc. Power(s): Every day, Brimstone seems to find a new skill to add to the list. His skin seeps out an acidic substance as well as steam, smoke, glass, and razorwire. As he gets older, the nuclear Shattered learned to control these releases, but as a child, he would burn people on accident (and sometimes not) when his concentration slipped. At his current age, this is still largely a defensive power. He has learned, however, that if he creates a pool of acid on his hands, he can light it on fire and wield it in that way. He needs an internal flame source though, and he is still working on perfecting this enough to throw flaming acid balls. It'll take some work. Despite the fact that he has wings, Brimstone can't really fly. He has yet to make his wings solid enough to support his weight as they are made of slowly moving smoke. It takes a lot of concentration to turn the wings into churning smog that moves fast enough to let him fly. However, it is very difficult, if not impossible, for him to do this in a non-adrenaline rush state. In his normal form, Brimstone is really more of the defender than the aggressor. His true power lies in his alternate, uncontrollable form. Basically, when Brimstone reaches extremes of adrenaline and emotion, his body melts down, like a nuclear power plant. Everything about him becomes super charged. His fingers grow into thin spikes, and his eyes start to seep own radioactive liquid like tears. His wings become solid and strong, and thin veins of bright green appear all over his body. Even his teeth sharpen to fangs. He is faster and stronger and ruthless. For all of the power that he possesses in this shape, he has absolutely no control. He exists only to kill and inflict pain while in this state, and when he comes out of it, he has no recollection of what happened. Distinguishing Features: His radioactive green eyes and electric blue hair are probably the most dramatic feature to the boy, but he also has wings made of smoke and pitch-black skin. Normal Attire: Red and black are Brimstone's colors of choice, and he can usually be seen in black pants, red Converses, and some tighter-fitting tee shirt. He also has a red jacket (not too far from Michael Jackson in "Beat It") that he wears out sometimes; there is a drawing of an atom on the back of it. Likes: Capers, Ilistala, writing shitty poems, cigarettes, going for runs, sci-fi, technology, science, Aekea, television, privacy, learning more about his abilities, and girls, girls, girls. Dislikes: People who compete with him, flora, fauna, the beach, nature, pastel colors, being proved wrong, not being able to control himself, feeling weak, giving people power over him, and doing dishes. Favorite Color(s): He's partial to black, greys, reds, and electric colors. Favorite Food(s): Capers, pickles, noodles, rice, butter, mozzarrella cheese, Cheerios, fruit roll-ups, black coffee, and licorice. Personality: Brim is a bit of an egomaniac... to say the least. He just feels that he is so complex and difficult to understand in comparison to others, oftentimes looking down on those of a more organic nature. He has little respect for the environment and takes pride in manipulating nature through chemistry and other nuclear sciences. Due to his explosive personality, Brim is prone to easy agitation, though he plays most of it off with a sarcastic comment or underhanded joke. He lacks the ability to direct his anger when mad, which leads to his frequent alienation of friends. On the surface, he is reclusive, preferring to stay off to the side, but secretly, Brim is frightened more than anything else to lose his head and hurt someone he cares for. This profile format was partially sampled from Rhiannon Everwind.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:45 pm
 Name: Akina Tokuwa Nickname: Akina, usually. Sometimes people call her Aki, but she doesn't like it very much. 'Kina is another one. Gender: Female Race: 1/2 Moon Elf, 1/4 Forest Elf, and 1/4 Fairy Birthplace: An elvish realm on another plane outside of Gaia led by a Council of corrupt and judgmental leaders. She has never spoken the name of her home world, let alone her own personal village. Height: 5'8"; the fairy in her lessens her height. Weight: 135 lbs. (with an above average bust) Family: Her true blood line is lost. Her 'family' falls now to her roommates. Hobbies: Running, writing, growing her own herbs, taking long walks through the forests of Gaia, providing for the ones that she loves, etc. Weapon of Choice: Some elemental and healing magic, for the most part, but she also is fairly proficient with whips and small daggers. She is also an empath, though the powers are not pronounced. Power(s): Basically, she can heal things, which gives her a certain affinity with plants as well. Her elemental powers are mostly restricted to Air and Earth magic. She never uses her powers unless she is forced to, which very rarely happens, so the majority of her abilities is unknown. Personality: Very reserved, Akina does not talk about her feelings to anyone except for her diary. She has a lot of emotions bottled up, and her face is oftentimes expressionless. The woman is very family-oriented, but she is afraid of being lonely and feels it approaching as each day passes. When entirely comfortable, she can be funny and warm, but more often than not, she is just hard to read. History: Long and sad.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:48 pm
  Naraka is Akina's roommate, and though they do not share any blood, the two tend to bicker like sisters. Naraka has a similar background to Akina in that she escaped to Gaia through a portal back when she was pregnant. Her one true love died to help her make it out safely, and the loss has made Naraka a disagreeable and irate person. She is a mother to Anarriima and is the ''first mate'' of the entire house. Recently, Naraka went through school to become a certified nurse and has gotten a job working at a local clinic. The new, high-paying job has gone to her head, making her a bit pretentious and sometimes unbearable around the house. While she used to do most of the cooking and cleaning whereas Akina was the breadwinner, roles have reversed, leaving the house in a bit of disarray.  Anarriima is Naraka's daughter, born of the mixed blood from her father. She was still in her mother's womb when her father was killed, but she is still aware that he was her mother's great love. The child is extremely advanced for her age and seems to grow at an alarming rate. Once Akina agreed to take her mother and her in, the elf immediately began to teach them the English language as well as certain facts of Gaian life that were necessary for their survival. Though she was the only child in the house for a long time, Anarriima now finds herself surrounded by others, and once she becomes a teenager, it is quite likely that she will rebel. Currently, she and Brimstone have a tentative friendship that will likely end when he gets older.  Calliope is the soft spoken apprentice of the household, also having arrived here in Gaia through a dimensional portal. Unbeknownst to anyone, she is actually a spy sent by the Council many years ago, but after getting to know the family, she could not live with the guilt and decided to protect them. When she is asked to give reports to the Council, she lies and says that Akina no longer lives with her, promising to search relentlessly until she is found. Very recently, she cut off all contact, realizing that the Council was catching on to her, and everyday, she worries that they will find her and Akina. In the household, Calliope acts as a mediator between all the disagreements, though she keeps mostly to herself about her own feelings. Her main jobs include tending to the garden and watching the various children. Renon, Jubilee, and Yurimi were originally children adopted by Akina, but over time, they have formed closer attachments with Calliope and now look to her as their mother.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:50 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:51 pm
 Suzu Gilles Raeanne Psy Grace Ruli Papree Ophiuchus Mirorim Brownie Anarya Karma Calumet Jocelyn Ilistala Shauna Lonan Asrafel Elle Lillian
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:56 pm
Welcome Home "Tokuwa," repeated the hostile voice with a sigh as it spilled from the lips of a young woman sitting in her car. She had been leaning forward towards an intercom attached to the side wall of the massive gates that encircled the estate that lay before her, speaking into it. She cursed in a foreign language, running her hands through her hair and resting her head on the steering wheel. After a few moments, a mechanical voice chimed in, "Voice signature not recognized. Please try again." The way it delivered its words so emotionlessly only served to further anger the girl who was now tearing at her hair. Fed up, she slammed her fist down on the horn, muting the long string of foreign obscenities that she was screaming. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she fished around in her purse, producing a battered cellphone, probably another casualty of her temper. Flipping open the cover, she dialed a number into the keypad, clearing her throat while it rang. A voice clicked on at the other end, and it was all the girl could do not to explode. "Jeffrey," she began slowly, picking her words carefully and giving herself ample time for each syllable. "The front gate is on the fritz again." In the background, the voice on the other end murmured back to her. "No," she replied. "No, no, don't come out here. It's fine. Don't trouble yourself. I'll find a way in." Again, the other voice spoke, sounding slightly concerned. "Oh, me? No, I'm fine. I'm just a little stressed. You know the horrors of job and all." The other voice laughed and then bid her goodbye, probably promising to have it fixed as soon as possible. Hanging up, she threw the phone back into her purse and moved her car in to reverse, backing away from the black iron gates. Glancing over her shoulder, she manuvered it into the grass along the left wall where it would be out of the way for visitors of the Manor. She stepped out of the car, shutting the door and grabbing her purse and a bag of groceries from the back seat. After checking four times that there was no possible way for someone to steal it, the girl left her car, walking along the wall until she reached an area that had been overgrown with vines. In one great leap, she scaled the wall, surpassing its surface effortlessly and landing on a high branch of an oak tree within the estate. It was then that the wind blew through her hair, scattering its pieces and revealing twin pointed ears. She was an elf. It was three-fourths of a mile before the Manor came into view, but the elf took it all in stride, balancing her groceries and purse with ease. Coming through the final patch of scattered greenery, her eyes could see the entire Manor in full view, nestled in the midst of this wooded paradise. A satisfied smile crawled to her lips as she hopped to the pathway that led straight to the front door. The house was perfect from its evenly-laid white brick exterior to the columns that supported the second and third story. The bay windows were massive, but silk curtains drawn on the inside protected the privacy of those within the structure. There was a tower-like addition on the left side that was reminiscent of old fairy tales, and an assortment of hand selected vegetation gave it a polished look. As she neared it, the ornate decorations etched into the brick became visible, vines and flowers perpetually winding about each other. Hanging a sharp left, the elf girl moved away from the large white palace, following the path along the back of the house until it ended, becoming a dirt road instead. Here the trees were not hand selected, but grew like wild fire, blocking out the sky in some parts. It was in this area that the elf lived in a tiny cottage, a mere ant to the Manor. Her home was small and meant to house only a few people with its cramped quarters, but it seemed lavish to the elf in that it possessed a second floor with an extra room and balcony that were used for storage. The whole building had an old feel to it. The white painted wood had turned gray and molded from years of neglect, and the vines here were not artwork etched into brick but actual plants that had almost overgrown the entire face of the home. But it was just that. Home. Following the smoothed rocks that acted as a pathway to the steps, the girl hopped up to her tiny front porch, fishing in her pocket for the key and letting the door swing open with a soft thud. "I'm home!" she called out to her housemates, setting the groceries and purse down on the kitchen table. A sigh slipped out of her lips at the stack of dishes in the sink as she roundered the corner towards the phone. Her answering machine was flashing, and the number two was illuminated in red light. Slipping out of a black jacket, she revealed her uniform, a knee-length black dress with a white apron and collar. On the breast pocket of the ensemble, there was a rectangular name tag that had the name "Akina Tokuwa" scrawled out in looping calligraphy, and under that, it read "Head Maid" in similar writing. The thunder of steps came clamoring down the stairs as Akina collapsed on the couch, kicking off her shoes. "I feel so old," she lamented to herself, settling in for a light nap. Up the stairs, Anarriima and Calliope were playing chase while Naraka studied the English language in her bedroom. The dull hum of life could be felt outside the cottage as well where the horse and cat were grazing together. And even further up in the heavens, the sun began to droop down, sinking past the horizon and into night.
First Story
This floor is where most of the activity in the house goes on, namely the kitchen and the bedrooms. Due to my limitation as an artist, the rooms are slightly out of proportion, and the house looks much, much bigger than it is. All of the rooms are fairly small, and due to the increase of people living there, Akina has been forced to add on to the second story upstairs so there would be enough room for all the people and their belongings as well.
Second Story
This floor is where the secret stairwell is revealed that goes from Akina's room to the top floor. Again, this floor is GROSSLY out of proportion to what it actually is. It's actually wider than the second story, but the effect should be the same. The only people who live on this level are Nadia MacDonald, a Hogwarts student who lives away from the house for the entire year, excluding holidays, and the Shattered Brimstone.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:57 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 2:00 pm
The lovely Shattered that you see before you is not the work of one person, but is, in fact, a little mutt baby who was created thanks to the work of a handful of people. Firstly, the concept of the Shattered shop belongs to Nio Love/Alania and her partner in crime (AND LOVE) Orestae.
The certed artwork is the brainchild and hard work of Orestae, our resident artist, and the roleplay manager is the lovely Nio Love/Alania. Any other fan art pieces that are posted in this thread will give proper credit to the artist on the image.
As for the concept of Brimstone and his entire backstory, that is one hundred percent copyrighted to me, Akina Tokuwa. Don't steal. Just be creative. Another bit of thanks can go out to the entire Shattered Community who, collectively, help to encourage further development of Brimstone.
With our powers combined, this is BRIMSTONE.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 2:02 pm
Brimstone is currently...
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 6:45 pm
Akina's Entry Child's name: Brimstone
Guardian's name: Akina Tokuwa
Gender: Male
Reflection: Nuclear Power Plant
Three main physical traits: Black skin with smoky swirls and stack lights, green radioactive eyes, wings formed of wisps of smoke.
Brief personality: Brim is a bit of an egomaniac... to say the least. He just feels that he is so complex and difficult to understand in comparison to others, oftentimes looking down on those of a more organic nature. He has little respect for the environment and takes pride in manipulating nature through chemistry and other nuclear sciences. Due to his explosive personality, Brim is prone to easy agitation, though he plays most of it off with a sarcastic comment or underhanded joke. He lacks the ability to direct his anger when mad, which leads to his frequent alienation of friends. On the surface, he is reclusive, preferring to stay off to the side, but secretly, Brim is frightened more than anything else to lose his head and hurt someone he cares for.Part One:Brimstone's Journal Entry at the Drug and Alcohol Course God damnit, I don't think I can count the moles on the back of this fat chick's neck one more time without seriously contemplating suicide. Three hours, THREE HOURS of sitting here on my a**, wasting my time. And for what? Just to get my damn permit. HAH. Like anyone actually listens to all the stuff they are talking about.
Blah blah alcohol, blah blah liver problems, blah blah drugs, blah blag deadbeat, blah blah sex, blah blah unwanted pregnancy. As if I haven't heard all of this before! Please. And do they really think any of this is going to make a difference?
It looks like Shamu here has had her share of pregnancies... or maybe she just eats the babies. Seriously. If I hadn't of brought this damn notebook with me to record my frustrations in I would have already gone stir crazy.
...ah, ********, I think the guy next to me is gay. He just brushed his hand against my thigh really... slowly. Why do these guys always come on to me? Jesus Christ, kill me now. Oh s**t, yeah, he's gay he ju-
Good, the teacher had him moved. ******** moron deserved to get hit for trying to whisper in my ear. a*****e. I wonder if I am the only person in this class that can count past 50... I bet I am.
Yeah, I am. The kid in front of me has a Good Charlotte backpack. Enough said. This clock is rolling backwards, I swear it. This is all some great ploy to keep me trapped in here.
So, they want to test me for ADHD at the school. It seems pretty lame to me. It's not like school can teach me anything that I couldn't learn on my own, right?
Whoa... sorry, I feel asleep. Class is almost over now. About time. I'll probably trash this piece of paper before I leave. I read it back, and I just sound like a ******** moron.
I'm out.
Brim
The streetlights of the inner city shone blinding beams down on the cold gray pavement, scattering sinners like cockroaches. Cars and taxis whizzed past street corners, bass thudding unnatural rhythms against the murmur of streetwalkers and click of metal cans in the alleyways. Sporadically, a car would slow to a near stop, shouting commands and offers out the window to the women gathered there, beckoning them into the car with a flash of green and the illusion of trust.
They'd go with those who looked clean or had an honest face, putting their lives on the line to score a few lousy dollars. And then they would disappear, their vibrant clothing leaving a stain on the wind, the only sign they had ever even been there at all. But in a setting like this, something so bleak and sick, how could the good be distinguished from the bad? Some of the worst souls can come in the prettiest packages.
And this was a misconception that Brim bet his nights on, standing there alongside the drug dealers and prostitutes. He didn't understand what brought him here night after night, slipping out of his home in Barton Town to run with the rats of the city in Durem. But there he was, reclining against a brick wall outside a seedy nightclub, eyes looking up at the night sky through dark sunglasses. The radioactive glow of a sign bearing the words "The Cat Scratch" hissed above the head of the lengthy youth, highlighting his lean frame and smooth features.
A lit cigarette hung limply in a pitch-black hand, burning away as the hours passed by without a noise or word from the youth. Bringing the long white cylinder to his lips, Brim took in a long drag, fire glaring at the end of his addiction. Grey wisps of smoke funneled out of twin nostrils, sending swirls up toward the streetlight overhead. There was a noise in the alleyway to his left.
"Shaaaades..." drawled an intoxicated voice from the alleyway, humming and dancing to the beat of the night. "Still too young to get in to the Scratch, eh?" A worn figure revealed herself in the street lamp, bearing her own sins in its luminescence and revealing deep shadows beneath her eyes and in the hollows of her cheeks. Brim said nothing to acknowledge her presence, other than to flick the tip of his cigarette, letting ash spill on the ground beside him. "Silent treatment, still?" she whined, swarming over to his side, running a neon pink nail down the left arm of his red leather jacket. "Ah, well, that's okay. I can speak good enough for us both."
Reclining beside him, her fingers traced over the patches of his jackets, lingering for a moment on the words, "REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE". She laughed a little, rolling her head across the bricks. "What are you lookin' for, kid? I can see through you, ya know. This..." Her hands waved around her atmosphere as if she were swatting flies. "This ain't you... even I can see that. So, why waste your time?"
Brim brought the cigarette to his lips again, drawing in a lungful of burning air before finally parting his lips to speak. "Time is... meaningless," he whispered, letting the smoke pour out like oxygen.
There was a moment of silence as the streetlights changed to red, bringing the cars to a stop at the street corner. A thick, hairy arm extended from a sleek company car to the right of the pair, beckoning to the woman reclined next to Brim. She turned to regard the youth with a laugh, backing up towards the lines of traffic. "Kid, stop actin' so damn tough. You ain't nothin' but a softy, honey. Everybody can see that no matter how many of those sticks you suck down!"
The lights changed again as the car zoomed out of sight, leaving Brim shouting curses at the night. "Oh yeah? Well, ******** you, lady!" he exclaimed, middle finger extended like a flag. Yeah... that would tell her. How dare she pretend to know him? Frustrated, he flicked his cigarette on the ground, standing straight to crush the still burning end. "This town is a s**t hole," he concluded, kicking a crushed beer can down the alleyway.
But the can did not make the noise that Brim had expected. Instead of clattering down the narrow pass in a racket of tin against concrete, the only sound that reached his ears was that of a can being crushed beneath a weight... a weight like a foot. A voice hissed from the darkness, wrapping itself around the teen's throat and demanding, "Who the ******** are you to spout that weak s**t about my city, boy?" Chills shot up the spine of the adolescent shattered, as he found himself backing up in the opposite direction; he only got as far as the bench before a broad chest prevented his retreat.
"Going somewhere?" taunted a low, dark voice. Two men emerged from the alleyway, grinning like the devil at Brim, flanking either side of the boy. "Nice pants," laughed the largest of them, finger pointed mockingly at his tight black jeans. "Trying to impress all the ladies with that brand new tube sock collection you got there?" The men erupted with laughter, shoving at Brim's shoulders. "You think you are some tough s**t, don't you, boy?" They laughed and spit, prodding him from every angle with their words and fists. "Nice glasses," the broad man continued, hands reaching for Brim's face. "I think I'll take them."
"Get your ******** hands away from me, f*****t!" Brimstone jerked his face away, landing a punch on the chin of the man before him. There was a tense silence before a low, menacing laugh broke out, as the thick neck revolved back to center, eyes narrowed.
"That," he fumed, clearly entertained by this strange creature, "was a big mistake." There was a thud and crack as Brim hit the ground, glasses shattering into several bits and pieces. He cursed loudly, pushing himself up with his hands and casting a radioactive green glare at the three men. "What the hell?" said the tallest, stepping away from Brim and watching his eyes with strange curiosity. "Hey, Paulie, don't touch this kid. He's... he's not right."
Brim got to his feet, suddenly feeling empowered, fire burning through his veins; he could feel the smoke coming off of him in wisps. All he needed was that first spark to get started. "Where are you going now, huh? I thought I was just a kid!" he shouted, slowly crawling to his feet as the three men walked away. "Come back here and fight me!" he screamed, walking towards the group as they crossed the street. "I said FIGHT ME!" But they paid him no heed and continued walking, laughing to each other in the still of the night. "You...you...you..." The men ahead of him erupted in laughter. "COWARDS! COWARDS!"
Running to cross the street, Brim nearly got reamed by a speeding taxi making a late night run. The driver laid on his horn, shouting foreign curses to the disgruntled teen, working in a phrase in English once or twice, "Go home, you dumb kid!" Fuming, Brimstone glanced around to find the three bastards who had ambushed him, but they were nowhere in sight.
With a grunt, he cursed to the city, leaning back and landing a solid kick into the doorway on the taxi, denting it with his red converses. The deadly look on the driver's face was enough to tell Brim that he had gone too far; the driver had already opened up his cell phone, shouting an address and description to the police on the other line.
The young shattered was off with a start, neon hair rippling behind him as he ran, kicking over trashcans where possible. The winding screech of the sirens was at his ears within a few blocks; it was time to go. Finding a lit street lamp, Brim positioned himself under it, smoking a cigarette while waiting patiently for the police to round the corner. He didn't have to wait long.
Smirking like a bandit, he reached a strong forearm over his head, fingers curling into the shape of a gun. The lit cigarette dangled from his lips with his second hand extended out towards the approaching cars, waving a single finger salute. "Just try to catch me," he teased, radioactive eyes piercing the night.
The police cars squealed to a stop a few feet from the odd youth, pouring cops out from all sides. But it was too late. With a single flinch, Brim flattened his thumb and the bulb of the streetlamp overhead shattered into a thousand pieces, falling to the cold ground below. He was gone into the night, leaving no trace of his presence save the trace of smoke in the air and lit cigarette still burning on the pavement.
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