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absterThis 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!
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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Date: 2014-10-21 08:02 pm (UTC)"No apologies," he tells her, shaking the hair out of his eyes, and making a lunge for the pole.
He misses, just slightly, as a wave pulls him unexpectedly down with it. Wren can feel his whole body respond to the weight of the water: a moment of seizing panic, and then suddenly complete stillness, calm he only really equates with being on stage, as if nothing could make more sense. He wants to go take a breath, but he's not anxious for it, and when he blinks his eyes open, he sees clearly. He surfaces between waves and uses the crest of the next one to get himself to the pier, swinging himself up gracefully.
"That's more like it." Now that he's out of the water, he can tell how cold it is, and he looks over at Abigail with concern for getting her inside. "Easy, just like climbing a fence," he says with a small smirk. This is a lot more like climbing the scaffolding at shows, an idiotic risk he's profoundly grateful he's taken so many times it's no longer intimidating.
A small crowd is gathering, and he reaches to give her a boost toward the nearest person's hands.
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Date: 2014-10-23 06:18 am (UTC)Letting out a breath as he swung up onto the pier gracefully. As if he'd meant to do it all along. Sighing as he helped boost her up, she clung to her would be rescuers as they pulled her up onto safety. The kids who'd thrown her in had scattered leaving her laptop bag behind.
Thanking someone when they wrapped a space blanket round her, she shivered beneath the shiny silvery fabric.
"D-didn't think many rockstars w-would do that." Abigail muttered, mostly to herself.
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Date: 2014-10-24 02:50 pm (UTC)Wren climbs over the edge of the pier and waves off help. He's okay; cold,but he also kind of hates not being totally self sufficient.
He catches Abigail's mutter and smirks. "God help me if I ever become most rockstars." His hair is already curling from the salt water and he messes it up. "Stupid jocks attempting murder is something I remember. You know Enfants, then?" A weird way for the subject to come up, but not the weirdest ever.
"We should get you somewhere to warm up, while we're talking," he adds. "Do you live around here?"
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Date: 2014-10-25 06:18 pm (UTC)"I may have." Nailed it. She was as cool as a cucumber. "I'm staying in the motel. My... dad lives here. I don't know where in a stupid boat probably or with his wife."