[ Five's pretty sure he's stepped into the Twilight Zone when he finds himself waking up in an unfamiliar bedroom. Though on the nightstand he's greeted to a photograph of himself dressed in a baseball uniform while holding a bat. He's standing next to people who look like they could be his family...if he knew who the hell they were. He sits up grabbing the photo to examine it closer. But then he finds himself looking around the room. It's filled with things that a typical thirteen year old boy would like from comic books and model kits to various sports memorabilia. And there's more photos in frames on the desk next a kit that looks like it was being worked on.
What. The. Fuck. If he didn't know better, he would be convinced that he's tripping balls. This shit has to be drug induced or something! He glances down at his clothing to see he is wearing pajamas that remind him of the academy pajamas but without the logo. He eyes the closet door cautiously before opening it to reveal what he can only assume is his wardrobe. It's not a bunch of uniforms, but the sight of the clothes make him groan anyway. ]
Okay, suddenly I'm Leave it to Beaver.
[ He scoffs, pulling out one of the outfits with a frustrated sigh. Fuck. He doesn't even know what the fuck to think anymore as he changes and heads down stairs to see if he can find the other people in the photos. Maybe one of them knows what the hell is going on. And well he could use some fucking coffee. It's at the thought of coffee that he realizes that he can't use his powers for some reason. And it is not the normal exhaustion or hunger that is keeping him from them.]
Fucking great, just what I needed.
[ He mutters to himself as he heads into the kitchen and starts looking through the cabinets. There better be coffee or someone is going to die. And it won't be him. ]
2. Coming Attractions CW: Blood, violence & death. (His serial is totally viewable if anyone wants to see it.)
[ He's not really sure how he got talked into coming to the movies, it's not really something he's interested in. Yet, he is, sitting in the car, looking a giant screen, waiting for the short films before the movie to start. However once the screen lights up and Five suddenly sees himself and his actual siblings surrounding his brother Diego and the Handler's daughter, Lila. Five remembers the heartfelt words that he gives to Lila. You're one of us. We can be your family. Diego tells her. She looks confused and Five's brothers and sisters look sympathetic, however Five notes that the unnerving smirk on his face is not the look he remembers giving.
Then the Handler comes out of nowhere with an ambush shooting Five and his siblings down with a machine gun. Blood splatters everywhere, while his siblings' bullet riddled dead bodies are sprawled out all over the barn's dirty floor. Pools of blood, slowly soaking the hay beneath them. Five on the screen manages to gasp out as he awakens, desperately trying to look around for his siblings but he's gravely injured and slowly dying a painful death himself.
Oh good, you're still alive. It's only fitting you got to see how this all played out. The Handler speaks, pointing her gun down at him, just about to pull the trigger. Though she is shot from behind three times, blood bubbles up from her lips as she falls to the dirty ground. Meanwhile Five continues to gasp and choke on his own blood, fighting to gather what strength he has left to use his powers. The serial ends as a tall Swedish blond man walks over to him and points his gun at Five ready to put him out of his misery. The film closing in on Five's eyes that are looking toward the camera in a moment of fourth wall breaking a cold murderous gaze surfacing and then that the part of the serial is finished.
Five's poker face falters at what he's just seen. His chest tightens and suddenly he feels the need for air. He frowns in an effort to maintain his usual surly demeanor. Though he feels as if the car is closing in around him.]
Screw this! I'm getting another drink.
[ He announces as he quickly jumps out of the car, slamming the door behind him as he heads toward the concessions. Luckily it is cold outside because he can use that as an excuse as to why his hands are trembling as he orders himself a hot chocolate. All the while he contemplates walking home rather than subjecting himself to anymore of the movies. ]
3. Wild Card
[ If you would prefer a different scenario with Five, hit me up through PMs on this journal or PPs on plurk. I'm at ariyanaforever if anyone wants to plot something out specific. Otherwise I am also cool with playing things by ear and seeing how it goes.]
Number Five | The Umbrella Academy
[ Five's pretty sure he's stepped into the Twilight Zone when he finds himself waking up in an unfamiliar bedroom. Though on the nightstand he's greeted to a photograph of himself dressed in a baseball uniform while holding a bat. He's standing next to people who look like they could be his family...if he knew who the hell they were. He sits up grabbing the photo to examine it closer. But then he finds himself looking around the room. It's filled with things that a typical thirteen year old boy would like from comic books and model kits to various sports memorabilia. And there's more photos in frames on the desk next a kit that looks like it was being worked on.
What. The. Fuck. If he didn't know better, he would be convinced that he's tripping balls. This shit has to be drug induced or something! He glances down at his clothing to see he is wearing pajamas that remind him of the academy pajamas but without the logo. He eyes the closet door cautiously before opening it to reveal what he can only assume is his wardrobe. It's not a bunch of uniforms, but the sight of the clothes make him groan anyway. ]
Okay, suddenly I'm Leave it to Beaver.
[ He scoffs, pulling out one of the outfits with a frustrated sigh. Fuck. He doesn't even know what the fuck to think anymore as he changes and heads down stairs to see if he can find the other people in the photos. Maybe one of them knows what the hell is going on. And well he could use some fucking coffee. It's at the thought of coffee that he realizes that he can't use his powers for some reason. And it is not the normal exhaustion or hunger that is keeping him from them.]
Fucking great, just what I needed.
[ He mutters to himself as he heads into the kitchen and starts looking through the cabinets. There better be coffee or someone is going to die. And it won't be him. ]
2. Coming Attractions CW: Blood, violence & death. (His serial is totally viewable if anyone wants to see it.)
[ He's not really sure how he got talked into coming to the movies, it's not really something he's interested in. Yet, he is, sitting in the car, looking a giant screen, waiting for the short films before the movie to start. However once the screen lights up and Five suddenly sees himself and his actual siblings surrounding his brother Diego and the Handler's daughter, Lila. Five remembers the heartfelt words that he gives to Lila. You're one of us. We can be your family. Diego tells her. She looks confused and Five's brothers and sisters look sympathetic, however Five notes that the unnerving smirk on his face is not the look he remembers giving.
Then the Handler comes out of nowhere with an ambush shooting Five and his siblings down with a machine gun. Blood splatters everywhere, while his siblings' bullet riddled dead bodies are sprawled out all over the barn's dirty floor. Pools of blood, slowly soaking the hay beneath them. Five on the screen manages to gasp out as he awakens, desperately trying to look around for his siblings but he's gravely injured and slowly dying a painful death himself.
Oh good, you're still alive. It's only fitting you got to see how this all played out. The Handler speaks, pointing her gun down at him, just about to pull the trigger. Though she is shot from behind three times, blood bubbles up from her lips as she falls to the dirty ground. Meanwhile Five continues to gasp and choke on his own blood, fighting to gather what strength he has left to use his powers. The serial ends as a tall Swedish blond man walks over to him and points his gun at Five ready to put him out of his misery. The film closing in on Five's eyes that are looking toward the camera in a moment of fourth wall breaking a cold murderous gaze surfacing and then that the part of the serial is finished.
Five's poker face falters at what he's just seen. His chest tightens and suddenly he feels the need for air. He frowns in an effort to maintain his usual surly demeanor. Though he feels as if the car is closing in around him.]
Screw this! I'm getting another drink.
[ He announces as he quickly jumps out of the car, slamming the door behind him as he heads toward the concessions. Luckily it is cold outside because he can use that as an excuse as to why his hands are trembling as he orders himself a hot chocolate. All the while he contemplates walking home rather than subjecting himself to anymore of the movies. ]
3. Wild Card
[ If you would prefer a different scenario with Five, hit me up through PMs on this journal or PPs on plurk. I'm at