Rebels & Mutineers is set in modern day New Orleans, Louisiana. R&M is fueled by player's plots and group input.
Supernatural people have always had their place in society, hidden in plain sight or locked away for their own protection. New Orleans, a haven for the strange and mysterious and a magnet for the supernatural.
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Viviene was getting assigned a new patient today. The other staff members had told her about how hard she was to crack. She was told that Sophie was impossible to talk to and understand. Sadly, Viviene understood how Sophie felt. At least, how Viviene perceived how Sophie felt. She pictured her feeling alone and misunderstood. She pictured her being frightened by the powers she possessed and others possessed. Viviene was the adult here, though. Viviene was not allowed to show that she was scared. She was not allowed to show that she was scared for the safety of the children in this facility or for the safety of herself.
Viv did not know what was really going on here. She knew, from research, that there had been missing patients from here. She also knew that sometimes people came out a little more messed up than when they arrived. She wanted to get to the bottom of it, but she had to get her reputation built up first. She had to show the other staff members that she was trustworthy of their secrets.
Breaking her train of thought, Viv looked over at the clock on her wall. She had five minutes until Sophie showed up. She stood up, going over to the light blue couch she had her patients sit on. She fluffed up the pillows, a little nervous with her meeting today. She wanted to help Sophie, but from what the other staff was saying, she was not sure that there was any helping the poor girl. She sighed, plopping the pillow back down on the couch. She walked over to the oversized chair she sat in during her sessions.
She thought that if she was out from behind her desk when counseling, the patients would see her as a person and not a doctor. She thought it helped build rapport. Viv didn’t even take notes during her sessions. She made sure to take them after her sessions.
Right next to her chair was a brown end table with an Abalone Shell upon it, which she used to cleanse the room before and after her meetings. She opened the little drawer, pulling out a few sprigs of dried white sage. She placed the sage on the Abalone Shell, picking up her lighter. She sparked the little fire on the dried up sage, blowing gently to get the flame out and leave the smoke. She picked the sage up off the shell, walking over to her door.
“Air…Fire…Water…Earth…”
She started, closing her eyes as she waved the sage smoke around her door.
“Cleanse, dismiss, dispell.”
She finished the chant, putting the smoking herb out on the shell’s surface. She placed the sage and shell on the end table, putting the lighter away. She would take it home and burry it in her garden. While studying under the witches in New Orleans, she had heard that burying the sage in your garden purified the situation even more.
Post by Sophie de la Cruz on Nov 25, 2018 23:29:15 GMT
Another day, another shitshow, another pointless therapy session with a psychiatrist who thought that they could unriddle all the fine little points of her personality in one session. Even though this had been a never-ending cycle for the past four years, the audacity of it to remain the exact same never ceased to amaze her. She supposed it wouldn’t be quite as bad if she actually belonged in this hellhole, or if the therapy session actually helped her any, but the only thing that they all seemed fixated on was her supposed lie. Every single psychiatrist that she had been to in this insane asylum that bred sadists more often than it cured the “diseases” afflicting their patients had been trying to get her to admit that she had made up the reason that she had unleashed her power in such an awful way. The only problem with that was that Sophie hadn’t made up anything, and if it weren’t for the prick paying off one of his buddies to lie for him and say that he was there too—he wasn’t—he might be one of the people in this hellhole instead of her.
There were those who asked her why she didn’t just lie, say that she made it up in order to look like she was getting better. The simple answer was that she knew that no matter what she said, she wasn’t getting out of here anytime soon. Nathaniel’s father was remarkably wealthy, and Sophie knew what that meant: regardless of whether or not his son was guilty, he would go to the grave defending him, because painting his son as a victim instead of a perpetrator was better for the both of them. The whole thing left a sour feeling in her mouth, and the knowledge that as long as Nathaniel and his father lived, she wasn’t getting out of here by legal means. So her mind had turned to other options, but despite her intelligence, she lacked the creativity to come up with a solid plan to escape this madhouse.
She had given up on her dreams of escape years ago, and she was convinced that short of a hospital-wide riot, she wasn’t getting out of here. Ever.
Instead of fighting where she was now living, Sophie had started carving out a place for herself in her little cage. Unfortunately, that meant somewhat cooperating with the people who were handing her medication that made her feel like she had touched a live wire every single day, and the people keeping the peace. It was exhausting, and in the end, it hadn’t made a difference; there were people busting her and subjecting her to whatever they wanted to regardless of whether or not she misbehaved. So… she’d stopped behaving. At least she could have more fun this way. This did, however, attract more attention her way, which was part of the reason for this little… meeting.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m going. No need to be all pushy about it.” Sophie griped at the orderly who had nudged her towards the door that they had stopped in front of, before taking a step forward. Had she been contemplating trying to book it past the orderlies escorting her to her therapy session and do literally anything else? Yes, yes she was. It hadn’t been the first time she had done it, and she had a strong suspicion that was the reason that there were not one but two orderlies standing shoulder to shoulder behind her, waiting for her to walk into the room that waited in front of her, like an entrance to her own personal hell. In some ways, she supposed it was just that. With a sigh, she reached up and knocked twice on the door before opening it, peeking inside to make sure that there was indeed a doctor there. There was, but that wasn’t what she had noticed first.
The acrid scent of sage hit her nostrils, and she wrinkled her nose in response. She would recognize that stench any day of the week; back when her mom was into the whole ritualistic witch bull, she had smudged their entire house with sage at least once a month, and it had been a scent that carried with it both distaste and disapproval on her end. Just when she had thought this lot couldn’t get any weirder, they proved her wrong. “Are you Dr. Clausen?” She questioned with a clear voice, moving into the room and dropping into the chair that she figured they were going to be using, crossing her legs at the knee and adopting a generally bored look. She looked up at the woman, as if she were mentally assessing her, taking note of the golden cross hanging around her neck. Of course, not only was she dealing with a head shrink, but a bible banging one as well. This would be fantastic. “Well, I suppose we should get this over with. Riddle out the cause of my ‘delusion’, right?” She leveled the doctor with a look, a mixture of distaste and disinterest on her face as she waited for her to respond.
A smile creeped onto Viviene’s lips as the young woman walked in. Viv remembered being her age, but they both had completely different ways of living their teenage years out. Viv was on the run from a crazy cult leader who wanted to exploit her and her brother in multiple ways. In fact, by the time Viviene was fifteen, she was homeless, living in a cave in the Arizona desert. The cave was actually a decent place to live. The temperature was always the same, mid-sixties, year-round. The walk to their little ‘apartment’ was about fifteen minutes and required a lantern, but they were safe from the elements and most animals. They had found old mattresses, which meant they didn’t have to sleep directly on the rocky ground. Sometimes Viv missed how simple (if you could call it that) her life was when she was a teen. Sure, she had to worry about her survival, but she did not have to worry about other people’s survival. Now, she was in charge of multiple people, making sure they were safe and medicated. At least when she was younger, if she died, that was all that happened. No one would question it; no one would really care. If someone died in her care here, her entire life would be over, and she would probably rot in prison.
“Call me Viviene.”
She told Sophie, taking a seat next to her half-burnt sage bundle. Her thick, dark brows furrowed against her pale face when Sophie spoke again.
“Who has been telling you that you have delusions?”
She asked the young girl. Viviene crossed her legs just as Sophie did, but she wrapped her hands around her knees, leaning forward.
“And honestly, I just want to talk about…anything. I’m sure you’re tired of being preached at, Sophie. I know you know the drill on everything.”
She added. She had read up on the girl’s file, after all.
“So, really, the hour’s conversation is one-hundred percent up to you.”
She told her, leaning back in the overstuffed chair, eyes never leaving the woman in front of her.
Post by Sophie de la Cruz on Dec 8, 2018 3:04:33 GMT
Sophie had honestly had it up to here with everybody else’s ridiculous attitude towards her. Every psychiatrist had preached at her about how she was delusional and narcissistic and she couldn’t get better until she admitted that she had blinded someone and why. Every single one of them seemed convinced that she was in the wrong. None of them would listen to her, and quite frankly, she was sick of it. So she started mouthing off, talking back, and rolling her eyes at any psychiatrist that came within ten feet of her, because she didn’t really care what they had to say anymore. If they weren’t going to give her the time of the day, then she could do the same thing to them… right? There had been a few times that she thought that maybe she should listen to them, and start to work on some other parts of her that could use a little talking out. In fact, she considered it for exactly three seconds before remembering that she was thinking about messing around with people who messed with other people’s minds for a living. That was not the kind of shit that she wanted or needed in her life. Not now, not ever.
“Mm. Viviene, huh? Are we flipping the script now?” Her lips pursed as she barely fought the urge to roll her eyes. She knew that she was being an ass, but considering all the bullshit that she had been through up until this point, she did not feel bad at all. “You going to start calling me ‘Miss de la Cruz’ too? Or am I still Sophie in this little ‘you can trust me’ exercise?” The doctor, Viviene, took a seat next to a bundle of something half burned, and Sophie was both proud and annoyed that she was right, it was sage. What the hell kind of religion was this shrink into that she wore both a cross and used burned sage? It was like some crossover between indigenous earth magic and Christianity, and Sophie was positive that at least one piece of that equation wouldn’t be down with that. Instead of asking that, however, Sophie took everything in that she could. She found that later, when she was bored or sitting in solitary, she could riddle out things a lot better than she ever could when she was in the moment. The emotions that came out in a room like this often cancelled out any hope for logical thought, that was something that usually only came out when she was alone. Or having a discussion with someone who actually was interested in it. Shockingly enough, most people were not.
“Uhm, only every shrink I’ve seen since getting tossed in here to rot?” Sophie actually rolled her eyes this time. “Turns out if you get under their skin enough, they start to tell you what they really think is wrong with you. Apparently I have delusions fueled by an intense narcissism. I’m also a pathological liar. Fascinating, isn’t it?” Sophie arched her back, shifting in the chair and draping her arms over the sides, letting them dangle uselessly on either side of the chair. “The fact that the one thing I insist on is the same damn thing every time, and that I’m telling the truth, is lost on most people.”
Sophie watched as the doctor leaned forward, trying to analyze her every move. She just wanted to talk. That was rich. “Oh, I’m sure you do.” She had no doubt in her mind that this was just another game, something designed to get her to start talking so that they would go in circles over and over again, until she either revealed something momentous or started trusting the slight woman before her. Truthfully, Sophie doubted that either would happen, but she wasn’t willing to leave it to chance. “And if I want to sit in silence for the next hour?” Everything about her tone was combative and resistant; she didn’t want to talk, and she wanted to make that clear to a doctor that said she wanted to help. Supposedly, they all wanted to help, but none of them seemed to provide her a solution to actually getting out of this hellhole. They all seemed focus on getting her to heal, on making her make peace with herself. She had blinded someone, and she knew that came with consequences, but even then there didn’t seem to be an end to her sentence, no light at the end of the tunnel. “Because I’m gonna be real honest with you doc, I don’t feel like I have anything to say to anybody anymore.” For so long she had been drowned out and shouted over, ignored and pushed to the side, and quite frankly, she was tired of speaking on command like some pet.
@abbygnorth | I'm so sorry she's being such a bitch XD
Viviene cracked a smile when Sophie spoke. There was some sass coming from the small girl. Viviene liked that. That meant the girl knew how to stand up for herself, which meant that she didn’t take crap from anyone in this establishment. Viviene crossed her left leg over her right knee, getting more comfortable in her chair.
“I can call you whatever you like, Sophie. I prefer first names, though.”
She told her, not breaking eye contact with Sophie. She knew Sophie’s abilities of sense manipulation. She had heard the stories on how she ended up in this Hell hole. In all honesty, Viviene felt sorry for the girl. She knew what Sophie had gone through. The file read false rape allegation, but a lot of survivors were not believed. Viviene had been through childhood sexual abuse. She and her brother had both endured it for years until they decided to become runaways. She tried to block it out, but she would have given anything to be able to have blinded (or killed) the leader of their cult. Her and her brother might have had a chance at being somewhat normal, if he had been harmed at the attempt of rape.
Viviene nodded as the girl spoke, watching her body language. There was a heavy case of narcissism in her file, and she put on a show of being hard to understand and hard to get to know. She had a big wall up, and Viviene knew she couldn’t crack it in one short session. It would take years of work or a big action to get Sophie to trust Viviene and truly open up to her. Vivivene wanted to help the girl, but Sophie needed to want the help. From the past notes, it looked like Sophie didn’t take too kindly to doctors. Viviene, again, didn’t blame the girl for that. From what she was telling her, the doctors were rather harsh and seemed to wish harm instead of wanting to help her. Maybe it was because Vivivene was new and inexperienced that she still had the belief she could actually help everyone. Maybe the other doctors knew something she didn’t, but she was going to try her hardest to help Miss Sophie.
“If you want to know my professional opinion, Sophie, I believe what you are accusing that boy of. I know people in ou-…”
She stopped herself.
“Your situation are rarely believed. There has been a big push for believing survivors, which I wholeheartedly agree with.”
She finished. When Sophie asked about sitting in silence. Her small shoulders shrugged up and down at the question.
“Quite honestly, if you want to sit in silence for an hour, I am fine with that. I hear people talk about their problems all day, every day. It would be a nice break for me. Plus, whether you talk or not, I get paid.”
She told her. Viv could be a smartass herself. She could be rude and blunt, just like Sophie could. Sometimes Viviene’s mouth got her in trouble. She was working on thinking before she spoke, especially when she was talking to her colleagues. She had to screen her words in fear that they would come back to bite her in the ass one day. She feared she would say something and wind up a patient in this very hospital.
“So, it is up to you, Sophie. You can talk and open up to someone who believes you about your past or we can sit in silence. Either way, I get paid.”