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JJ & John B // Surfing Accident

John B knows his best friend, better than he's ever thought to know anyone in his life. He for sure isn't blind to the fact that JJ is a great surfer, after all, you pick up on noticing that sort of thing after years of being around someone. And he has those, he's acquired years between him and the charismatic blonde. He and JJ have been inseparable since the first grade.

That inseperableness never faded, never diminished any. If anything they only grew closer as they grew older. So yeah, John Booker Routledge knows JJ. And he knows the younger to be the best surfer that he knows, maybe even the best in all of Outer Banks.

Generally, he wouldn't worry about JJ being out surfing, he knows JJ can hold his own. That JJ is more than capable of surfing. But today is different. Because while JJ's talent and capability go without question - anyone who knows JJ Maybank also knows that JJ is careless. God, is Jayj careless.

Careless and reckless enough to go out surfing in the middle of a damned storm. And you know, John B is apparently just the right amount of reckless, and stupid enough to follow. Whatever word one may decide to call it.

Almost as if it's in agreement to his thoughts, and all too knowing of his current predicament, the wind swirls angrily around him, from where he stands. His feet planted in the damp sand, briskly the breeze whips his hair about as John B continues squinting out into the murky water. The waft of air picks up and thick brunette strands obscure his vision momentarily. Only for him to angrily brush it away. Scrutinizing out into the distance once more for something, or rather someone he has yet to catch sight of.

It's of course JJ he's looking for, his first and only priority at the moment is finding the idiot.

Unluckily enough there's no sight of anything that's promising as he looks out at the water. His friend's familiar form doesn't skim above the waves the way it should, in fact, he doesn't see any sight of the blonde. There's no JJ, no showing off, and none of the others complex surfing gimmicks.

There's none of that. What there is though leaves him being gripped within the thick vines of panic. It's then that he sees it. Halfway throughout the water JJ's disregarded board is floating, lofting above the water slowly, it's almost eerie. In shock, he watches the object as it constantly gets passed around by the ongoing waves. Alright, he'd found the abandoned board but yet there was still no sign of JJ anywhere, great.

Instinctively, John B clutches his surfboard and surges forward. Instantly he heads into the water. It's chilly, that much is undeniable. The waves rippling and roaring around him in response to the storm.

A flash of lightning flashes within the sky as John B makes his way deeper into the water. The coruscation lights up the sky, in turn illuminating his features in brightness. He really should get the fuck out of the water.

But he won't, not without JJ.

''JJ! Where are you?'' John Booker calls, voice hoarse as the pungent water burns at his eyes. As unpleasant as the feeling is It's not enough to deter him from the water. Not even the lightning will. He finds himself not even bothering to wait for a response either. For he's already paddling throughout the deep waters in search of the blonde, as murky as they may be. However, his panicked voice is nearly drowned out against the thrum of the waves crashing about. ''Come on man, I'm going to actually kill you if this is a prank,''

He thinks he could too. John B could stand to rip JJ a new one for running out in the middle of a storm like this. I mean, fuck, the blonde had to of known he would follow.

John B sobers up from his thoughts. Holding out for a reply, he isn't vocally granted one.
Or better yet there's nothing in response to his voice.