Sitting on the plane wasn’t exactly the ideal thing for Evan Ingrids right now. First of all, he got motion sick very easily – multiple times he’d gotten up and just sat in the corner of the bathroom waiting to throw up everything that was in his stomach, which was nothing – so basically, he was throwing up stomach acid and blood, which was horrible because he was having a craving right now. After a few moments he managed to drag himself up off the floor and back to his seat. It was only a few minutes until they landed and honestly, Evan was dreading it. Leaving home was probably the best thing that had happened to him, he didn’t have to put up with his mother and father patronizing him every day, didn’t have to hide himself away from them, he could go outside without having to inform them where he was going. His hands were clenched into tight fists as he watched the seatbelt light flash; his cue to sigh, they were landing.
Landing sucked, turbulence sucked, Evan threw up. The end. He wanted off that plane as quickly as possible, and he was up swiftly, moving down the aisles so quickly he barely felt himself move. The light that hit his face burned his eyes, and he covered them quickly; he’d forgotten he was back in Disney; he was more sensitive to the sun now. Evan grumbled softly, walking down the stairs and into the airport as fast as possible. It was painful to stand out in this.
Soon, he was inside and his eyes skimmed the room for any sign of his parents – even though he wasn’t excited to see them, he still had to use them to get back to Hallowemania, where he would probably just live at the Skellington’s home in Halley’s room with her as he usually did. That was the only good thing about going home honestly, getting to simply chill out in her room with all her creativeness and simply play her songs and sing to her while she did her own little thing. But that was it. That was all he enjoyed about home. Speaking of home, Evan spotted his ride. The only way he noticed was because of the tall hat his father adorned. Evan shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked over to the couple. They had smiles on their faces, but they were ridiculously forced.
“Evan,” his father started, but the dark haired boy cut him off.
“No, I don’t want to be home as much as you don’t want me here. Let me go home; let me spend time with Halley. That’s all.” He simply walked ahead of them, going towards the lot outside the airport. There wasn’t any point in trying; his parents didn’t love him, no matter what he did, no matter what they went through. He didn’t get their affections, and honestly, he was past caring. Walter Prep, he’d miss it dearly.
E.C. : I like food. Okaay! I know! It makes me really upset.S.S. : Really? That’s good. Right after I ride a few rides, I’ll head over to where-ever you are. Uh — there’s nothing Halloween here. At all. It makes me sad.
S.S. : Ohwell. There’s still scary things here. It makes up for it.
E.C. : I like food. Okaay! I know! It makes me really upset.E.C. : Ah, food. Evan found food. Good food actually. You should come get some later and we can do nothing together.
S.S. : Really? That’s good. Right after I ride a few rides, I’ll head over to where-ever you are. Uh — there’s nothing Halloween here. At all. It makes me sad.
E.C. : Ah, food. Evan found food. Good food actually. You should come get some later and we can do nothing together.E.C.: Well then. Don’t hurt yourself, that would suck.S.S. : Evan, I think I may have found something to ride. Although, I’m not sure if it’ll be good for my slight head-ache right now, but I don’t care. I’m going anyways.
S.S.: I won’t. Where are you, anyways?
E.C.: Well then. Don’t hurt yourself, that would suck.S.S. : Evan, I think I may have found something to ride. Although, I’m not sure if it’ll be good for my slight head-ache right now, but I don’t care. I’m going anyways.
- Hal: Evan, Disneyland is boring. There's nothing Hallowmanian out today.
