Boardwalk [OPEN] tw:boys being assholes throwing girls off things, drowing

[abster]

This town was freaking dumb. Okay, so there were nice people here. But so far she hadn't met any of her siblings or rather, she hadn't gotten the nerve up yet to meet her siblings. She was staying in a crumby motel that had toilet stains older than she was and some really unsavoury connections elsewhere. And she had about two hundred more bucks to her name after she'd fixed some broken pawned items and answered a couple of Covelist job wants. And still nowhere near enough money to get her back to Washington with her car. Which meant she might have to sell it or worse ask her father for help which was infinitely worse.

Watching as a couple of kids, well people her age, jumped off the boardwalk she rolled her eyes. It didn't matter if you were in Washington on cliffs or a boardwalk, kids were going to be idiots no matter what. She could just see Sam doing it a couple years ago. Ugh, that asshole.

"Coming through," Abigail gripped the rail as one of them bumped into her on their way past to throw themselves off it again.

"Jackasses," Abigail muttered under her breath as she passed the teenagers wearing letterman jackets for what she assumed was the local high school. Hearing them mutter to themselves, she felt them slide their hands beneath her arm and lift her up off the safety of the boardwalk. Laptop bag dropping to the ground, she began to struggle as they pulled her towards the edge where they had all been jumping off. "Get off me! Hey! Get your hands off me, don't I can't- HEY! QUIT I-AAAAAAAH!"

Abigail screamed as the boys threw her over the boardwalk fencing towards the deep waters of the ocean, flailing she shrieked as she hit the water and sunk like a stone. Kicking her legs panicked, her arms hit out as she tried to push against the water weighing her clothes down and pulling her down. She could feel her body fighting her, trying to change but she could do this, she could do it. Feeling the cold water strangle her, she coughed as she managed to break the surface and gasp air in and swallowed salt water before she was pulled beneath a wave.

"Dude, why isn't she getting up? Fuck, we're in trouble- hey! Hey! HELP! I think she's drowning!" One of the kids shouted, calling out as Abigail began to be the world's first siren to freaking drown.


ooc: come save abby from drowning!

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[abster]

Abigail's laugh turned into a cough that had her almost bent double. Breathing in racking sobs, she smiled a strained smile before she looked up. Feeling his thumb wiped the mascara and eyeliner from beneath her eyes, she took his hand and let him help her up. Everything was stiff and crappy and cold. Her jacket was probably going to be ruined as well from the sea water. Assholes. "That'd be a t-trip. Home's in Washington, I'm s-staying in a motel though. The one on the outskirts."

[writtenby_caden]

Caden rubs her back soothingly while she coughs and frowns when he learns where she's staying. He's seen the motel. It's run down and not very inviting. He doesn't like the thought of her there alone after such an ordeal.

"Hey, why don't you come warm up at my place? I'm just over there." He points to a row of houses lining the sand. His own more modest bungalow is mostly blocked from sight by Coop's upscale digs, and more some reason that makes Caden chuckle. "I have a pretty kickass fireplace. You can borrow some clothes and warm up while I toss yours in the wash, and I can have some food delivered."

It's only after he says it that he realizes that it's kind of a weird offer. Like, hey girl I've never met who I just pulled out of the ocean, why don't you come to my house and wear my clothes? God, how awkward. He gives her a warm smile and shrugs. "I mean, if you want. I just know if I was in your position, I wouldn't really want to be alone."

[abster]

The people in this town were weird. Like Stepford Wives weird. Apparently every guy she met just had to offer her the use of their place when they just met. Maybe it was a thing, maybe it was a Siren Cove thing that no one included in the brochure. It would explain a lot (it would explain her dad.)

"Uh, okay?" Abigail muttered, looking at him cautiously. His place looked so more inviting than Roach Motel, they check in but they don't check out. Abigail sent her mom a text to let her know where she was first though, she wasn't about to be the first victim in a horror movie. "I'm fine with alone, wet and cold n-not so much. I don't know why people like water."

She did, some part of her but she liked to stubbornly push that deep, deep down.

[writtenby_caden]

Caden gets up and helps her to her feet, laughing a little. He leads her up the beach towards his house and looks out at the waves. "I love the water, but I couldn't tell you why. I just do. Feels like home."

He's shivering, fingers and lips nearly blue by the time they reach his back deck. He unlocks the door with trembling fingers and leads her inside, going over to the thermostat almost instantly. There are copies of his new book stacked on the coffee table waiting to be signed and sent out to various bookstores, along with coffee cups and markers, and scribbled in notebooks. "Sorry, it's kind of a disaster area in here. I've been sort of lost in my work."

The fireplace is gas, thankfully, so he gets it going quickly and holds up a finger as he ducks into his bedroom. He comes back with a pair of sweats that are too small for him and an undershirt, both neatly folded and smelling of fabric softener, and hands them over. "Here. They'll be too big, but it's the best I can do right now. You can shower in the guest room. There are towels in the cabinet and soap and stuff in the shower. And I can wash your clothes when you're out."

He looks at his pea coat and wonders if it can be salvaged. No big deal if not, he can just get another one. "I'm gonna grab a quick shower and order some food. Pizza okay?"