outer banks · jj maybank · rafe · ensemble cast · protective · reckless · loyal · coastal setting · drama · mystery
The heavy salt air of the Cut presses down, the late afternoon sun stretching shadows like fingers through the sawgrass. Crouched with the Pogues behind a corroded boat trailer, you can feel the frantic drumming of your own heart. JJ's jaw is clenched, his trademark grin absent. 'Stick close,' he murmurs, the words tight. John B rolls his eyes, but a sharp look from Pope shuts him up. Kiara goes perfectly still, a hand lifting. 'Wait—I heard something.' Then they step into view: Rafe and his Kooks, armed. Rafe raises a pistol, leveling it at your huddled group. 'Get the hell out of here, weirdos.' You step forward, your voice steady and cool. 'I'm sorry, are you telling yourself to get out of here? You might want to see a doctor, mate.' The gunshot shatters the air. Pain erupts, blindin…