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A playground? Whatever. Brimstone was beginning to grow tired of Akina's efforts to get him out of the house. He had been watching television--the picture of contentment--when she had decided to ruin it all and take him to this accursed place. Regardless, the stubborn Shattered would try to make the best of it by engaging in his favorite activity: people-watching.

He toddled over to a set of monkey bars and plopped down onto the soft ground, leaning his back against the pink pole. Sighing, the child quietly began to dig a hole between his legs, wondering perhaps if he could make one big enough to hide himself in. Or perhaps one large enough to trap other children in.

Brim had dug his hole even deeper now, and feeling accomplished, he hardly noticed anything at first. He certainly did not recognize the impending doom that was falling toward him. Just then, a bird chirped overhead, and Brim could not help himself from glancing up at it. The sparrow flew by unaffected, and it was then that the greasy pink speck came into the young child's view.

He stared at it for a moment, not quite registering what is was and certainly not thinking to move. So, with a satisfied splat, the piece of chewed gum landed squarely on his forehead, creating a pink mar on the black hue of his skin. What to do first? Remove it or kill the person who dropped it on him? Not being the most logical of children, Brimstone hopped to his feet with a hiss, letting her radioactive green eyes land on the boy who hung on the jungle gym.

"Mrah!" was the only noise his lips could form, though it was clear that he was not a happy child. "DIE." Charging forward, Brim attempted to leap up and attack Calumet, but his short stature and general laziness refused to propel him to the necessary height.

But that didn't stop him from flailing his limbs in a desperate attempt to make contact and destroy.

Wide, angry eyes brimmed with utter rage. Who did this jerk think he was dripping icky gum all over Brimstone? Chubby hands balled into fists at his sides as the young Shattered scrunched his shoulders up just to let Calumet know precisely how not-okay spitting gum on him was. "You spit your gum on me," Brimstone said flatly, straightening up as tall as he could manage. Being short statured for a young child as it was, that wasn't quite tall at all.

For whatever reason, Calumet seemed immune to Brim's anger. So the nuclear Shattered pressed harder, narrowing his eyes at the older Shattered. Honestly, Brim probably would have already swung at the culprit had he not been so much larger than Brimstone himself. So, refusing to relent, the young Shattered waited patiently for what he assumed would be an apology.

Brimstone broke his angry face for a moment as his eyes caught a glimpse of a log and axe on Calumet's skin. "Whoa," he whispered under his breath. A warm flush fled to his cheeks (not that it was visible) as he realized his voice was loud enough to be heard. Still, it was pretty cool that the weird markings on this kid moved.

Idle hands traced their way along the grey and white swirls that gave Brimstone's complexion a muddied hue. If his moved, he had never seen it, but he was fairly certain they never formed pictures or letters. Z's? Was this some kind of game of charades? "Can't you just talk to me?" Brim finally said, feeling frustrated that the kid wouldn't even given him the decency of a spoken word.

Brimstone watched with a mixture of curiosity and frustration as Calumet dangled above him, added a smirk when the older child fell to the sand. Obviously, whatever justice there was in the world had doomed him to fall as some kind of punishment for the gum incident, or at least that was what the young child told himself. Still no words from this kid, Brimstone noted to himself.

A mischevious idea popped into the young Shattered's head. "If you think I'm cool, don't say anything." Pausing several moments with the same smirk pasted on his mouth, Brim was prepared to laugh aloud at this mute teenager. This could definitely be fun.

Brim watched the fireworks fly, blinked, and then narrowed his eyes. This older kid was trouble--shiny, sparkly trouble. However, after only a few minutes, his lips split to rip forth with dark laughter. Dark, but entertained. Brim was generally short on 'giggles,' even as a child, but a good shower of sparkles never failed to amuse.

Knowing that he was still cool, Brimstone ignored the retort otherwise, choosing instead to focus on the fireworks Shattered once more. "You're weird," he offered, still watching Calumet with a certain curiosity. "Who're you anyway?"

Amazed by the lazer light show, Brimstone kept his eyes locked on the fireworks as he responded with a dull, "Brim." The dancing lights reminded him of the strands of colored bulbs that Akina hung around the house every so often. She called them holiday lights, but they tended to go up to early and come down to late to really fill that niche.

"So, what're you doing here?" the nuclear Shattered furthered, eager to cure his boredom and get a little bit more of the Calumet Light Spectacular-Spectacular.