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[solardaeze]

CLOSED STARTER. | @storieswrittcn (Allison Hargreeves)

He REALLY fucked up this time around. Not only was he back in the godforsaken sixties, but now he lost his entire FAMILY in it too. What a MAJOR fuck up.

He finally had his family back -- to an extent -- and now as he falls through the portal, being alone feels even heavier than ever. . .Wait a minute. Yeah, ending up here alone sucks, but that’s not exactly what feels heavier. His entire BODY feels heavier and when he staggers to his feet, he realizes he's no longer at a five foot eye level. In fact, he recognizes this height, six-foot-four was it ? It's been a little bit since he wasn't at child’s height. Inspecting himself further he see's he's also out grown and even ripped his old school clothing, leaving him almost scantily clad, but with his shorts remaining, barely. Wonderful. Well, he has no shame in his human body, and at least his hair was still short so he wouldn't have to worry about it being in his face.

Next thing he notes is a massive explosion from behind him, whirling around to witness what appears to be another goddamn apocalypse. Jesus Christ, would they EVER catch a break ? After the ordeal with Hazel and the albino psychos, Five barely managed one more time jump, before he’s landing in the same god forsaken alleyway AGAIN. He staggers to stand this time, the world tilting a little bit and he could feel something drip from his nose; a quick wipe of the fingertips tells him he’s suffering a NOSE BLEED. Wonderful, he suppose he should be thankful he still kept his new adult age intact this time around too; should make for more easier, quick work. He ditches the busted suitcase behind a dumpster and ignores the drying blood on his lip, jumping into the clothing store adjacent from him and ends up tripping into a rack of clothes, falling in a noisy mess of 60′s attire. God DAMN IT. He growls out his frustrations as he strips from the school boy getup, replacing them with a decent combination of a soft, black pullover sweater and grey chino’s with black loafers. He even finds a good enough blazer jacket the color of a deep navy. Eh, what the hell. He see’s that he’s dropped a small package of film and retrieves it, brows furrowed as he reads the info and curses under his breath. One thing at a time. 

Next he hears is someone running in front of the shop, prompting him to shove the film box into his inside breast pocket and jog to the shop window to see who had passed. He’s immediately jumping out again with a gasp and strong case of vertigo when he realizes it was Allison running by. He takes a moment, waiting for the dizziness to pass as he keeps an eye on where she enters; it appeared to be a diner. Good, they can meet there and discuss where to go from -- wait, why is she leaving ? Three guys start cat calling at her and begin crossing lines into violent harassment. . .SHIT, it was three WHITE guys. A quick glance around and Five is instantly reminded where -- WHEN, he was, and that made him VERY angry, more so once he see’s Allison start to run after punching out one of the men. He’s quick to follow after, ignoring other white men and women expressing faux concern for his disheveled state. He call’s out to her but figures she can’t hear him. He skips to a halt just at the corner of the street she went down, watching as the women of the salon defend her from the jerkoff’s before they left. 

He waits a little longer, steadies his breath, before walking up to the salon. A few people looked at him funny, mostly the men even GLARED at him. Good, he could care less but he supported their points of view and feelings during this time. But he has FAMILY he needs to get to, someone who could ANCHOR him right about now. He knocks on the salon door, offering a tight lipped smile to the woman who glared at him from the window. He watches as she flips the sign to ‘CLOSED’, having to fight the urge to roll his eyes to kingdom come. He speaks loud enough to be heard through the cheap glass; he’s impatient, he doesn’t have the luxury of TIME.

“Please, I need to speak to Allison ! She’s my --” wait, were interracial adoptions even a thing yet ? ! Wait, of course not, dammit. Please forgive him Allison, it’s just easier to explain away. 

“She’s my GIRLFRIEND. Please ! We got separated and I’m looking for her -- is she okay, at least ?” he watches as the women look back toward her, and he catches a glimpse of her through the window. His smile feels strange, more GENUINE right at this second than it has been in literal YEARS, jumped or otherwise. He even waves at her, pointing at himself and mouthing ‘FIVE’.