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

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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When she was ten, the sugar high of all the cake and ice cream finally wearing off. She'd been fast asleep on the swing on the porch when she remembered warm, strong arms picking her up easily and carrying her upstairs. It was one of the only good memories she had of her dad, how it tickled when he kissed the top of her head. How she'd told him night daddy, how she'd told him she'd see him in the morning. He hadn't been there in the morning, he was gone.

"Shouldn't m-make promises, you never keep them." Abby murmured tiredly, shaking a little as she tried to curl up in a small tight ball against his chest as he grabbed her bag for her. She didn't cry, she was too stubborn to cry but for once she didn't pull away. "H-how're you going to do that? Magic?"

Robert really couldn't argue that he did keep some of his promises because he hadn't kept the ones that matter to Abigail and that's all that mattered to her. To be honest, most of the promises he did keep would probably be seen as unimportant by others.

"No, no magic," he said with a laugh, though he could probably do that. He didn't think she would be comfortable with that. "I was thinking more a hot shower and one of those fluffy robes."

The comment about fluffy robes made her smile. Gabby had gone through her own phase of 'it's so fluffy I could die' after seeing Despicable Me and probably would've killed to be in Abigail's position now. Being rescued by Flynn Rider, being held by her dad. Yeah, Gabby would've loved it. Abigail... not so much, even if the hand in his shirt tight and small wasn't exactly letting go.

"Oh, t-that sounds nice. They don't have fl-fluffy robes where I'm staying. C-cockroaches though, they have a lot of those." Abigail answered, teeth chattering as she glanced up at the ridiculousness of what she was going to assume was his boat.

"The trick is to remember that cockroaches are creepy but don't actually hurt you," Robert said. He algae stayed in his fair share of roach motels to know that they weren't the most pleasant places but were affordable. "I don't suppose you'd let me help out so you can stay somewhere else?"

Robert didn't think she'd accept it but he wanted to offer instead of going some sort of underhanded route to make sure she was safe. Like trying to buy the hotel or something.

"And I know the boat is ridiculous."

Abigail cracked an eye open to look at him as if he were the most stupidest person in the world for even suggesting that. She wasn't going to ask for his help, before she might've asked for her mom's but he'd poisoned that particular well by admitting he was the one supporting them all along. As if that made up for everything.

"What do you t-think?" Abigail muttered, shaking her head. She looked at him suspiciously when he said that. "I d-didn't say that. But it is. Why do you have it if you know how dumb it is?"

"I think it would be perfectly reasonable for me to help you out, which means you won't let me do it."

Still, he had to offer. It would have taken very little to help her out and would have improved her situation quite a bit. He could have made her let him, too. His magic could have found one tiny part of her that wanted to accept and he could have just worked at it until she agreed. But he wasn't willing to do that to one of his daughters over something like this. Of course, maybe she hated it because it would take so very little?

"We could go house hunting together. Or apartment hunting. Or shitty-but-slightly-less-shitty-than-where-you-are-now motel hunting. And I have it because to stupidly rich people it doesn't look dumb, and I do a lot of business with them."

"You would think it was p-perfectly reasonable. You know what I think is perfectly reasonable? Going and seeing Gabby. And maybe not k-knocking my mom up again," Abigail muttered, shivering as they entered the inside of his stupidly, ridiculous boat. It was warmer inside, clean, and okay, kind of nice even if it was the world's most dumb boat.

His word's made her stiffen; house, apartment... yeah, she wasn't sticking around and they weren't options for her even if she was. She wouldn't accept his money, she'd be a hypocrite if she did. The offer of a slightly less shitty motel was tempting though. Apparently the one she was staying in was the one her sister had been held in when she was kidnapped. Which was so wonderful(!)

"You could tell me n-names, that's it. I don't need help and I don't plan on sticking around that long." Abigail muttered. She hadn't meant to stay this long as it was but it was kind of hard to leave when she had no money and she wasn't letting Sam or her mom bail her out. "The emphasis is on stupidly, not rich. Why do p-people need this much stuff?"

"I'll see what names I can come up with," he said, grateful that she was even willing to accept that much from him. He could definitely find some places that cost as much as she was paying now that were at least a bit safer. As for going to see Gabby? That was out of the question. He'd rather disappoint her later rather than sooner.

"And they don't need it. They just think it makes them better or happier to have things that most people can't ever afford is all."

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