Five 'Feral Gremlin' Hargreeves | ☂ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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umbrellajackassery2019-04-02 05:29 pm
n5) wrote in umbrellajackassery2019-04-02 05:29 pm
[Tidying Up with the Hargreeves | Ota! ]
[ ooc: These are just some ideas for starters but feel free to go wild and make new ones, thread around, run into other characters at the mall who aren't part of the family...have fun ♥. For the mall, feel free to assume they all have money to spend from their inheritance and the like. ]
A) Ashes to ashes
Five honest to god considered just burning everything his father owned. It was a thought not only motivated by his early conversation with Grace -and following breakdown- but years of neglect and all kinds of abuse inflicted on the whole family. He only refrained from it because Grace had suggested putting the old uniforms and badges in boxes instead, and he wanted to show her that they cared about her opinion. Five also had the suspicion that Luther might get upset if they ruined all their father's things, so he was willing to reach a compromise.
The teen has been space - jumping through the rooms of the house all morning, moving things and humming to himself the song Ding dong! The witch is dead, with his puppy trailing after him. Not everything was garbage though, there were clothes and furniture that they could give to charity, both because it was a nice nice to do and because it would have pissed off their father to no end. Sometimes, nothing fueled Five more than pure spite.
Some books he put aside for Ben to keep, knowing how much his brother liked to read and how adverse their father had been to the children touching them. He also kept a pair of suits for Klaus, just in case they needed them in the future.
The painting, though, the painting had to go immediately.
He took it down from the living room's wall and dragged it to the backyard. Five had managed to find a barrel -scavenging was his thing, after all- and threw the damned picture of his father inside it, frame and all. Now it was only a matter of finding some alcohol to burn and a lighter, maybe his siblings could help with that.
The teen has been space - jumping through the rooms of the house all morning, moving things and humming to himself the song Ding dong! The witch is dead, with his puppy trailing after him. Not everything was garbage though, there were clothes and furniture that they could give to charity, both because it was a nice nice to do and because it would have pissed off their father to no end. Sometimes, nothing fueled Five more than pure spite.
Some books he put aside for Ben to keep, knowing how much his brother liked to read and how adverse their father had been to the children touching them. He also kept a pair of suits for Klaus, just in case they needed them in the future.
The painting, though, the painting had to go immediately.
He took it down from the living room's wall and dragged it to the backyard. Five had managed to find a barrel -scavenging was his thing, after all- and threw the damned picture of his father inside it, frame and all. Now it was only a matter of finding some alcohol to burn and a lighter, maybe his siblings could help with that.
B) New home & Shopping Mall trip
Forty-two bedrooms in the house and not one for their mother. That was something that had to change, it was time Grace had a place to call her own. Moving her favorite paintings into the right room and redecorating it was a matter of time, first she had to pick one she liked.
'With windows' had been the only request she has given Five, and that gave them plenty of places to check around the house. They moved around the mansion, opening doors and windows, eyeing the rooms critically -mostly Five- and being open to suggestions.
A little later, once a choice was made, they only need to turn the room into a really comfortable place with new furniture, bedding, and curtains.
Miraculously, they all managed to fit in the minivan and, for once, Five had no issue letting one of the others drive. He didn't want to get stopped by the police, not now that they had managed to get mom out of the house so she could pick out all the things she wanted for her new bedroom and the house as a whole. All of them could use new clothes too, maybe that way Klaus would stop stealing Allison's clothes and Five could wear pants that actually reached his ankles.
The mall was simply huge: cosmetic shops, toys stores, rows and rows of clothing stores, furniture stores, a giant bouncy castle in one of the kid's sections, Ice Cream Parlour & Fast Foods...so it came as little surprise when in a matter of minutes they all scattered around the place, doing their own thing. Sometimes trying to reign in this family really was like herding cats, Five concluded as he stared with light apprehension at the number of people around the mall.
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"I can help, yeah. I mean, mom and me definitely don't have the same sense of style, but we're supposed to get her out of the house for a while anyway, I foresee a mall trip in our future." A twitch of a smile, "Let's just hope it goes better than it did when we were younger." They hadn't really gone to the mall as kids, but they'd made a few public appearances at shopping malls, and he didn't remember any of those as having been particularly well-organized.
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Five figured that was the case but it never hurt to double check. His mind is wired all wrong now, messed up almost as much as his body, and a 'machine' gaining full sentience and freedom to him isn't a problem or strange. More so because Mom was more human to him that their father ever was.
But the world is full of people who might freak out about it or try to hurt mom, they need to make sure she doesn't get that kind of negativity. If he has Klaus and Diego to back him up and watch Grace's back, all the better. Five's suspicion is replaced by a pleased smile and a nod at that answer.
"Good, just don't try to put mom on anything with black leather. Imagine that." Five tries to remember the shopping mall appearances Klaus is talking about but his memory is a bit fuzzy. "Did we fought some criminal in the mall during Christmas? Or it was Diego getting into a fight with one of the Santa Clauses?
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"Shoes, maybe, or a purse, but no, no clothes" He commented, almost idly before he was distracted by the question, and his brow furrowed, gnawing at the corner of a thumbnail as he tried to recall, finally concluding: "I think it was both? But it wasn't Santa, it was the elves. Diego recognized one of them from the news or a police blotter or something." He shook his head, a small, nearly-fond smile catching at the corner of his mouth for a moment, "And of course he didn't actually tell us anything just dove in and the rest of us had to act like we knew what was going on."
He didn't quite remember how it had turned out, all he remembered was that they'd thwarted whatever the guy had in mind and that was really all that mattered.
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As he listened to Klaus, Five starts to pour the bottle of lighter fluid over the painting, maybe far more gleefully than any 13 years old should look. Five doesn't like the smell of things burning or ashes in the air, they bring back unpleasant memories, but for this, he will happily withstand it.
"Luther needs new clothes too. Maybe we can find something that first him that doesn't look like it was made on the XIX century." There's was a glint in Five's eyes that maybe Klaus might remember form when they were children and Five wasn't feeling too proud to join his siblings in causing mischief. Sure Klaus can help him to find something colorful for Luther to wear.
"That sounds very on brand for Diego, now I remember. They banned us from the mall for 3 weeks. Boy, was Allison mad."
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Not that they'd ever really had a Christmas, not the way most families did, but Mom usually made a gingerbread house or two, and made sure they had a seasonally appropriate snack during their half hour of frivolity closest to the actual holiday date. But they also, somehow, almost always managed to get each other something, and unsurprisingly Allison had usually been the best at gifts.
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There were a lot of stories he had forgotten and talking to his siblings helped remind him of the little terrors they all had been. Five tried his best not to laugh at Klaus' impression of their sister but it was a lost cause.
"She was so indignant and with a good reason. Did you know she made me space jump her to the mall after they closed? Allison never let me see what presents she was getting but we raided the candy store once we were done. And I got books of quantum physics that Dad never let me buy."
It wasn't like Christmas, Christmas, but it was still a special time of the year regardless of how much of an ass his dad was being to them. Not everything was bad about their childhood. That thought prompted Five to look around but it seemed their other siblings were too busy. Oh well.
"I don't think the others are coming." Five gestured to the painting, then to Klaus' lighter. "Do you want to do the honors?"
If someone deserved to give Reginald the metaphorical middle fingers after all the suffering he had caused, that was Klaus.
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It was difficult to say for sure if he was watching just to make sure the flames didn't get out of hand, or if Five had been right about who should be the one to start the fire and Klaus was just trying his hardest to lay one last curse on Reginald's metaphorical grave.
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As much as Five detested Fire, he was very accustomed to its presence. He didn't even take a step back when the frame started to creak and the painting turned unrecognizable, there's was an immense kind of satisfaction at seeing it get destroyed. His eyes were still trained on the flame when he addressed Klaus again.
"You okay?"
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It was only once the frame actually collapsed into the barrel, taking the remains of the canvas with it that Klaus actually answered, though it was quiet, and short: "Yep." He offered over one of the stack of signs, "You want one of these?" Because if not he was going to fold them into interesting shapes to toss in the barrel one at a time just to see how they burned.
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He was happy enough watching one of his siblings get, if not closure, some enjoyment from this. He would have liked it more if Klaus decided to speak to him some more but Five knew all too well that some wounds were too deep to address them.
"Every day we are one step away from him, you know."
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It was one Klaus knew he was going to need, and likely often, but even just not having the portrait glowering down judgmentally at them all would be a help, especially if they replaced it with something better, like a basketball hoop.