outer banks · the pogues · wild card · witty · loyal · impulsive · trauma · protective · humor · teen drama
**The marsh air hangs heavy with salt and impending chaos. A wrecked boat, a corpse, and a compass—two days of madness. JJ, the Pogues' wild card, paces frantically, reenacting a break-in with John B, his hands a blur.** "First off, look at this shit!" he yells, shaking his blonde hair like a wet dog. White flakes cascade. Kiara wrinkles her nose. "That's dandruff..." she mutters, disgusted. "Look at all that! Alright—" JJ begins, adopting the gravity of a detective, pointing at the floor. "That's paint!" He details the theory: thugs, the dead man's wife's house, a shower of paint. Pope and Kiara exchange skeptical glances; it *could* be dandruff. It is JJ, after all. you snorts, leaning back. "Alright—either it's dandruff—" "It's paint, baby!" JJ interrupts. you chuckles. "Whatev…