Excuses! My brother had a baby, my grandmother passed and my baby brother was in the hospital with ammonia.
Guests: Lisa Snart/Golden Glider = Bad guy of The Flash, Len Snart/ Captain Cold = Leader of the Rogues AKA The Flashs bad guys, Crystal Frost/Killer Frost = Ice villain of superhero Firestorm, Victor Fries/ Mr. Freeze = Batman villan
But I'm back now and expect updates!
DC and Disney owns all.
Isabelle had never been so excited in her entire life.
She had been sad when her family had missed her big 07, but the Disney Land tickets had more than made up for it. Grandma Di and Grandpa Ollie had sent them in the mail, and they had arrived yesterday with hotel reservations and plain tickets to Florida.
Her and Lian had spent the next hour and a half dancing on the couch. Isabelle had insisted that her Grandpas buy her and her cousin princess outfits to wear, since they didn't get her a present for her Birthday.
"What are you talking about? I drove around for hours with those idiot girls to save you, and we had party. And cake! That's plenty present enough Rosie Girl!" Grandpa had said, but she put on her best 'I'm 7 and neglected' face and Papa had cracked.
She was going to be Cinderella. They had spent three hours of try-fail and internet research before Grandpa Crock had finally gotten her hair in a pleaseable bun, and two hours before that at Toys R Us to gt her dress and tiara. She had wanted to go to the pet store to get mice to finish the whole thing off but Papa had said that they weren't in Central and she wasn't the Pied Piper so no. Their loss, if you asked her.
Lian was going as Mulan. She had said that Mulan was a MAJOR kick a and that was why she was her favorite, after Merida, but that was a fight waiting to happen because Isa loved her too, so she was skipped.
With her bag packed an an hour till her flight left, Izzy was feeling a lot like Mommy.
(..)
Alan Jones literally hated children.
He was a big business owner and had a very busy schedule, and kids were not on it. Especially not the two seated right behind him in the Northwest Airline first class section.
"If this plane crashes do you on a deserted island how do you think we'd rashen the food out?" The older one asks.
"I don't know Lian," The older man responds, the younger one had went to the restroom.
"The planes gonna crash?" The littler girl gasps.
"No Isabelle," The man sighs.
"It might! You never know, we could all be dead in like half an hour," Lian says.
"Papa I'm scared!" Isabelle cries, and he can tell she moves into another seat because she kicks his hard when she does.
"Don't be,"
"We should be preparing for the end, not comforting each other,"
"Lian!"
"I'm just sayin!"
"Could you please shut those kids up!" Alan snaps, turning in his seat to glare at the people behind him.
"What?" The man says, raising his eyebrows.
"I am sick an tired of hearing those bratty girls bicker! I am a very important person, and I have business to attend to as soon as this plane lands so ether you shut those kids up or I swear to God you will regret it!"
"Excuse you?" The man snaps. Despite his obvious old age the man summons up one of the scariest looks he has ever seen and Alan thinks maybe he should have kept his mouth shut.
(..)
It was everything Lian could have wished for. The rides, the characters, and even the food! She had eaten more today than she had in the last 8 days. They were currently in line for the tea cups, the one ride she herself had demanded to go on, and the chubby lady with the big hat in front of her would not shut up about how much she missed her cat*.
"...And Mitsies going to be eight in December!" Cat Lady was saying.
"I turned seven Friday!" Bells interjects.
"That's nice Dear, but Mitsie just the other day was-"
"Mam' its your turn," The man in charge of the lines says, and Lian's never been more relieved in her life.
Cats walks through the gate, and the girls and their grandpas fallow and stuff themselves into one pink teacup. As it starts to spin, Lian sees Isabelle's face almost split in two with a smile, and even Grandpa and Jo grin as they turn the wheel in the center. Lian's smile starts to fade as her stomach dose flips and she her throat tingles.
"Uh oh," She mumbles.
Uh oh what?" Grandpa asks.
She opens her mouth to answer, but instead vomits all over him.
And Joar.
And Isabelle.
And herself.
And anyone else within spitting distance.
The ride automatically stops, Lian starts to cry, tourists start to bitch and Rosie starts to scream.
(..)
Lawrence wishes they'd killed him in the kitchen.
"I..I..I..LOVED my princess dress!" Rosie sobs as they stand in the gift shop.
"I said sorry!" Lian snaps.
"Sorry doesn't sweeten my tea!"
"Oh just shut up!"
"Both of you shut up," He sneers.
"We still have to see Mickey Mouse!" Lian reminds him, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Next!" The cashier boy says.
Lawrence sets the T shirts and pants on the counter while Joar pulls out his wallet.
"Vacation?" The boy asks.
Both men nod.
"Where from?"
"Gotham,"
"Star City,"
They glance at each other.
"Gotham," They say.
"Did you fly with Northwest?"
They nod.
"Were you on the flight with that guy?" He asks.
"Guy?" Joar raises his eyebrows.
"Yeah! Apparently this big business owner was on the toilet in a airplane and they hit some turbulence and he fell through the toilet 30,000 feet to the ground and lived!"
"Lived!?" Crusher asks.
"Yeah!"
"You sure?"
"Yup!"
"Damn,"
(..)
Joar doesn't know why, but the guy dressed in the mouse costume pisses him of. A lot.
Artemis had sent a letter demanding a picture of the girls and the rat together along with a request for a medical kit and or Cameron's insurance card.
He hadn't liked people in kid friendly getups since the mall incident...
...
Joar sat in the mall food court, eating Arbys with the other ice villans.
"So Cam, are you excited for Christmas?" Golden Glider, Colds seventeen year old kid sister who was working her first official job out side of the Rogues with them, asked.
"Yeah!" The eight year old chirped, "I want a pair of shoes with the lights in them, and a Nerf gun, and a Gameboy,"
"Were you good this year?" Killer Frost asked, taking a drink out of her Dr. Pepper.
"Nope!" Cameron smiled proudly.
"Atta boy," Captain Cold snickered, ruffling the boys hair.
"Have you told Santa what you want yet?"
"No," Cam sighed.
"Christmas is in less than a week!" Lisa exclaimed.
"I know," He muttered, resting his head in his hand.
"Well I think he's here today. We could go see him...?" She looked at Joar to confirm.
"Yeah!" Cam shouted, "Can we dad? Please please please!"
Joar shrugged and nodded.
Cam shoveled the rest of his fries into his mouth and hoped our of his chair.
"Now?"
"Sure," Lisa laughed as Cam grabbed her hand and started to pull her in the directions that the 'See Santa' signs indicated, the adults tagging along behind.
After about a half hour wait they finally got to the front.
The bored looking elf reached out to grab Cam and set him on Santas lap, and the boy ducked behind Joar.
"Dad," He mumbled, burying his face in the back of his fathers leg.
Joar rolled his eyes.
"C'mon!" The elf snapped.
"No," Cam said, holding on to Joars leg tighter.
"Just walk up there," Joar sighed.
"He scares me, dad,"
"Come on kid, I ain't got all day," The elf grabbed Cameron's arm and drug him from behind Joar.
"I know you didn't just snatch my son like that," Joar growled, getting a crushig grip on the other mans wrist.
"Is there a problem here?" Several more elves emerged from seemingly nowhere an gathered behind the elf that had Cam.
"Perhaps there is," Vic said, as the villains stood behind Icicle.
...
All in all it had escalated to quite the brawl and the mall security had them ALL escorted (thrown) out.
Isabelle seemed to be taking after her father a the moment.
"No!" She snaps, dancing out of Mickey Mouses reach yet again.
"Just take the picture kid," he snaps, grabbing her arm.
Isabelle screams, and Joar isn't surprised a bit by what happens next.
(..)
Artemis was excited to get the picture in the mail two days later of her daughter and niece at Disney Land. That is of course until she opened it. Inside the big manilla envelope was a picture of Mickey, Lian and Isabelle like she had instructed, but it was a bit off.
Instead of happy smiles she saw Isabelle in full ice mode shooting a ray of ice at Mickey and Lian off to the side rolling her eyes and looking sick as a dog.
She wondered if it felt like a long three weeks to them.
*That happened to me at the checkout line in Wall-mart
I wasn't very happy with this, but i have writers block.
I have a new chapter already typed i just have to edit it, so be on the look!
I also don't mind reviews.
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