❝ And that's Marlowe - better known as Mar...❞
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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞. You rarely catch her without sand-covered skin and dark locks winded up from saltwater. Born and raised on the island, with a house that radiates...
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"𝐀nd then we were right outside, and all we hear is just bam, bam, bam! Knockin' paint off the wall, G! From the inside, alright?"
Marlowe nods along with JJ's recapping story, fingers fiddling in her lap. Her eyes flicker encouragingly from Pope to Kiara as she studies their reaction to the trio's dramatic morning.
"And I'm just lookin' at them like- wait, first off, look at this shit," the blonde shifts closer to the group. He leans down, skimming both hands through his messy locks. Pale, dry flakes escape with each motion. "Look at it."
"That's... dandruff," Kiara cringes, disgust littering her expression.
"That's paint," JJ corrects. "At that point, I was just like... I'm waiting for death."
The brunette nips on the skin around her fingernails.
"Oh, okay, so you saw the guys that shot at us, right?" Pope puts his head in his hands as he refers to the other night.
"Yeah," JJ pants, out of breath from his exaggerated story-telling.
"Um, did you- did you get a good description of them?" he fumbles hurriedly. "What did they look like?"
"Anything," Kiara adds. "Anything helpful."
"Anything we can bring to a police report, maybe?"
"Yeah."
The blond pauses for a second. "Burly," he eventually reveals.
Despite Pope's evident speechlessness, Marlowe rapidly nods her head. "Yes. Very," she agrees.
"Burly?" The boy heaves an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.
"And, um..." the brunette scratches her cheek. The moment something comes to mind, she snaps her fingers in the direction of the other witnesses. "Leather jackets."
John B winces at the insufficient detail but nods nevertheless.
At the same time, JJ mimics her move, snapping his own fingers as he points down at her. "Yes! Leather jackets."
