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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05.11.19
As the community reels from the untimely death of Lucia Lovelle, life has to move on. Primrose readies for the annual Prom celebration! Keep your eye out for a event board and have fun!
02.27.19
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Bourbon Street, one of the many places Leo hadn't been to since moving to New Orleans. Leo was pretty much a hermit these days and he was getting sick of it. He missed being around people even just in passing and the motel maids didn't count anymore. He was tired of constantly being alone. Before going on the run Leo was the type of person to be friends with everyone. He loved being the center of attention and making people laugh. He liked having friends to do things with and talk to about anything, even the meaningless everyday things. He missed going to Harvard's parties and even though he didn't go to many of them he liked having the option of going.
Now, he stayed alone 90% of the time. He knew he avoided people for the right reason, he still had no idea how to control his telekineses. He did try to teach himself how to control the ability but was still unsuccessful. The last time he tried to lift a pen on command in his motel room, he ended up shattering the glass to the television set in his room, and that wasn't a cheap mistake. The motel charged him out the ass to replace it, even though the TV was older than he was.
That was the last time he really tried to do something on command but he did start to try and research in the local library about telekineses. The information at the library was mostly useless bullshit. Usually some teen novel about someone who could move cars across football fields and had no problems at all when his telekineses kicked in or it was a superhero comic book and as much as Leo thought it would be cool to be a superhero he knew he was no Doctor Strange. Not even a little bit.
Leo walked aimlessly down the crowded street. Just content to be people watching. Every now and then he would come across a group of people and would listen into their conversions. He missed the days he didn't have to worry about anything besides his next college exam. The pressure he put on himself in Harvard seemed like a lifetime ago but eavesdropping on random conversations kids were having with their parents about their own school, brought him right back to the way the things used to be for him. The way he used to spend hours cramming for exams even though he knew the information better than most people in his class. The way he and Daphne would talk each other up before every test, being each others #1 cheerleader. It brought back the fact he left Daphne and still missed her more than he ever thought was possible to miss someone.
He let out a sigh and walked away from the crowd of people and into a little antique shop. He wasn't much for antiques but it was a pretty quiet place compared to the rest of the shops. He wandered around the store looking at all the old times that used to be so loved by someone and now sat on a cold shelf collecting more dust. In a way, Leo felt like these old objects, loved deeply by everyone around him in New York and now a complete stranger that faded into the background in New Orleans. He was on a shelf in this new life, sitting around collecting nothing but wasted days and having no one to actually give a shit about him.
He left the shop, and managed to feel worse about himself, which he didn't even think was possible after hurting his father in a stupid fight and running away from everyone in his life. He slowly made his way to a set of benches across the street from him. He plopped down on the seat after hardly walking more than 5 blocks from where he had parked his car. He knew that being here away from everyone he had ever cared about was going to be hard but not this hard. He thought that by now he would be getting used to the situation and would be adjusting at least a little bit, but it seemed like every day got just a little bit harder for him.
Evangeline looked over the edits made by the intern staff and tried to control her temper. It was subpar work and she was getting really annoyed with having to correct everything multiple times. She knew that they were supposed to be learning, but that didn't explain why it felt like half of them were getting dumber by the day. She genuinely had no word for it, and she wasn't going to start trying to figure out one other than pathetic. She clicked her heels down the hallway of In the NOLA, enjoying the rush as the interns scattered from the telltale warning siren of her Jimmy Choos on the tiles. They wanted to give her sloppy work, she was going to strike fear into their hearts.
It was the trade off that she was comfortable with, and she knew that the Butler Twins weren't about to put a stop to it.
Evan placed her files on her desk and shot a glare at one of the elder interns, "I'm going to leave these here, if they're touched before I get back, I'll see to it that you won't be able to write for TMZ, am I clear?" She snapped and saw the white shock on the woman's features and picked up her purse. She worked too hard, she did too much work to allow anything she put her name on to be touched by anyone else. She was a pain in the butt for the Butler Family, but she put out good work to justify it. She gave them something good out of all of her snapping, so they let her go.
Sleeping with her boss helped with all of that.
The young blonde picked up her jacket, checked her purse for her wallet and left the office. She was pretty sure that she heard the collective sigh of relief as the door closed, but it could be her imagination. She knew that she heard one of the think that she was a bitch. She could live with that. She was hard working, she enjoyed getting her way, and she could live with being called a bitch in the process. She could mold great work out of the interns, she just had to see half way decent work first.
She walked down the street, her eye on the best coffee in all of New Orleans. Some bright sunshine, a cup of coffee, she would be in a much better mood retuning to In the NOLA. Evan scanned the crowds for anyone interesting and didn't see anyone who looked familiar. Probably for the best. Evan ran her fingers through her blonde hair and waited in the line. She loved the smaller coffee shops, but this coffee stand was the greatest she had found. Being close to her office helped with all of that. She had a coffee addiction that few could touch.
Evan paid for her coffee, tipping the barista and took a sip out of her black coffee. Pure heaven. Evan crossed part of the French Quarter and spotted a bench with a dark haired man sitting by himself. "Hey, mind if I join you?" She asked, taking another sip of her coffee as she waited for him to respond. There were plenty of other places, but it might be nice to see if she was still feeling as much of a bitch before going back to her office.
Leo looked around at all the people that seemed to be crowding around in the French Quarter today. He thought about how everyone that passed him had their own lives, they all had someone somewhere who loved them more than anything else in the world. He had someone out there that he used to feel that way about but he knew that eventually, he was going to have to let go of her or more like the idea of her. His life had changed so much lately he knew there was no going back. He just wished the memories of everyone would have faded away in the rear-view mirror along with the New York City skyline.
Leo knew that his history fading in the background but he hoped meeting new people would maybe make this place feel like home. Someone, he could lean on during hard times or laugh with while binge-watching dumb movies that had terrible script writing. He was looking forward to having someone to bitch about his problems with and listen to their problems in return. He missed having a connection with someone. It was something he used to take for granted and he regretted that more than anything now that it was gone.
He looked about the crowd of people and wondered how many people here were like him and if anyone out there was just like him. Alone, and wanting to figure out how to control whatever it was that he had. He knew somewhere out there people were like him, with abilities and he knew one day he would be able to find them and try to get his own life figured out. After that, he had no idea what it was that he was going to do. He ran this fingers through his grown out hair, he hadn't even considered what things would be like if he just showed back up at home as nothing had happened in however many months he would be here. He started to think that maybe New Orleans would be his new forever home when he was interrupted from his deep thinking.
He looked up from staring at his shoes that he used to love and thought they made him look professional but now they seemed a little too nice for basically a hobo. The person standing beside him was in short, beautiful. Her hair was long and blonde and it made him think of his ex-girlfriend, Daphne, and how beautiful he thought her hair was. It always reminded him of the sunshine on warm summer days.
"Oh, of course not." He moved over slightly to make room for the woman. "I was just thinking some company would be nice today."
He smiled softly and ran his finger through his hair again. He figured that had probably come off a little creepy and not genuine happy to be having company for the day. He was rusty with his social skills and new it. He could feel his nervousness start to bubble up in his chest. His hands started to turn a little red from his anxiety. He turned his head to the ground as quickly as he could and made sure to concentrate on the ground. If anything was going to happen with his telekinesis he wanted it to not be towards the person who was nice enough to sit with him.
"Sorry, just realized I hadn't introduced myself yet. I'm Leo." He laughed a little, looking up when he felt it was safe enough to finally look her in the face. "I'm new here and have no idea the fun places to go to so I just end up sitting around on random benches in town and soaking in all this new culture. You from here?"
Watching the other man's features, she could see that he was taking her in as much as he was. She tucked her blonde hair behind her ear, suddenly self conscious about the black dress and red heels that she picked in a frenzy this morning. She had been staying up too late working too often, and had to get to the office in time for the morning staffing. It was fairly simple, everyone just had to explain what they were working on, how close they were to their deadlines, cry for extensions. Evan just sat back and watched over Mal and Adam try to keep a handle on things. She did her work, she didn't have to worry about her bosses losing their shit on her for her work. She wasn't sure how Mal was going to react to Evan and Adam being together in the physical sense, but that was a conversation for another time.
Evan got a mental image from the dark haired man, a blonde woman who he clearly cared deeply for. Someone who he loved at one point. Sunshine on warm summer days. She grinned when he accepted her offer to sit with him and carefully sat down, being careful of the hemline of her dress. She had picked it for the exact reason. Adam had some of the loudest thoughts when he couldn't do anything about them, and it was something that the telepath was a huge fan of exploiting.
"Thanks." She took the seat and adjusted the hem of her dress slightly before taking a sip of her coffee, enjoying the warmth spreading through her and giving her that false sense of being able to accomplish more than she knew was going to be possible. She worked hard, but there were things beyond her means. Answers to where the missing skinwalkers were kept leading to walls, dead ends, and cold cases. She knew that there was something there, but her gut instinct was that it would eventually point to Monroeville. It had to. Where else would people go to be able to just vanish. She had done research on the hospital before Thanksgiving, but switched gears with the missing persons reports of the missing people from Baton Rogue all without clear identifying traits and features.
There was something happening behind those iron wrought gates and she was going to figure out what it was.
She was getting bombarded with thoughts of anxiety from him, and turned, hoping that there was some outward sign of what was happening with him to keep her from exposing her own ability to him. "It's nice to meet you Leo, I'm Evangeline. Almost everyone calls me Evan." She grinned at his wide eyes and dark hair, he looked like someone who wasn't always comfortable with social situations, and she just wanted to try to help make it better. Her silver tongue often made people uncomfortable, but it was something that she was working on. She had to watch the double speak that she loved so much around her office to keep anyone from knowing about her and Adam.
"I am, I'm New Orleans, born and raised." She said, the city of good times, celebrations, and music thick on her tongue as she took another sip of her coffee, it was still a little too hot and set it back on the bench next to her, "What about you? Where are you from?'
Leo paused taking in everything he could about Evan. He had no idea how much one person could remind him so much of Daphne. It felt like a punch in the gut to see someone who had a lot of the same features as his old girlfriend. He remembered her sunshine yellow hair that used to smell like Channel No. 5 every time her hair blew in the wind. How her laughter would send his heart fluttering into his throat and how adorable her nose would scrunch up when he would joke around with her. He missed her soft voice that got scratchy every time she ended up sick, he missed the way her hands would be enveloped completely by his when they held hands, and he even missed the way he would wipe the tears from her eyes after they would fight. She never cried because she was sad, more out of anger, and then embarrassment from crying at all.
The memories that once filled him with nothing but happiness now left him empty. He smiled softly at Evan. He thought having new found company would push all these memories away but it did the exact opposite, it was like they were pushed farther to the front of his mind and it was so loud it was drowning everything else out, even Evan's words.
He looked down towards his shoes again as Evan situated her dress. Something about watching a lady fidget with her dress over her legs always made Leo feel like he was invading their personal space and attractive as she was she still deserved to be treated like she was more than just a nice body. He reached down retying his shoelace again to fill in the dead air between them. Conversations with new people were never this hard for Leo before but he knew that saying too much to someone could mean his parents could find him again. Even though he missed them and on some level did want to see them again he knew this wasn't exactly possible just yet.
"Evan?" He chuckled a little under his breath. "I like that. I can imagine you have this great job where you're a boss or something and someone comes in thinking they're going to meet this huge burly dude but are met with the exact opposite. Has that ever happened to you before?"
He tried to hid his amusement the best he could, thinking about what it would be like going in to meet your new boss, thinking it was a guy but being met with a powerful woman who looks like she would kill you with one glance. Leo was always impressed with women who made their way to the top of any business, especially lawyers. He knew women lawyers, even woman studying to be lawyers were always looked down upon as not being as good, he never believed this but he knew a lot of shallow guys in his class who did. He always secretly hoped that they would one day lose a case to one of the woman lawyers that made fun of so much in school.
"I can't imagine being for this place. For some reason I always imagined it.." He paused and tried to think of the right word to fit New Orleans. Less smelly? more crowded? nice people? "Bigger. Not sure why. Probably all those mardi gras videos you see online. You ever go to one of those?"
He was caught off guard to her question. He knew that answering truthfully could be a mistake but he also knew that he wanted a friend, a real friend. Someone he could say something to and they actually care about it.
"I'm from New York, I went to Harvard for a while but uh.." He paused, tried to think of something other than I'm on the run to say but that was it. He was on the run and there's no other way to paint the picture. He didn't care for New Orleans at all, except their weather, he did like that.
"I'm just here visiting the sights for a while. Figured I should take a break from law school for a while so I don't burn myself out." He lied and felt terrible for it. What kind of person would like to someone they just met? He thought quietly to himself for a second thinking about how he wouldn't have done that to anyone else under different circumstances.
The hustle of the streets, the spice in the air, the everything that made New Orleans amazing and home. It was comfortable. She wouldn't want to live anywhere else, even if her heart screamed for more. She thought about moving to New York, or LA and writing for one of the biggest newspapers in the country. She thought about picking up everything and just trying for a brand new life, but - she just couldn't. Her brothers were stuck to New Orleans, her friends, her community. She knew that there was no supernatural community like there was in New Orleans, and it was too comfortable at In the NOLA. She could be a tyrant and click her heels as the big bad witch, but she was good for where she was at. It was good enough for her. She got a wave of thoughts from the man she was sitting next to, the name Daphne just reaching out and settling in her ear. Sometimes she hated being a telepath. She would get random flashes or words. She would get full on visions from people who she was closest to, no matter how welcomed it was.
The things that she saw from her brothers alone could send her into therapy and caused her to stop asking them what they did over the weekend.
Evan took a drink from her coffee, allowing the hot liquid to warm her and make her feel a little more human. Probably enough to make her less than hostile towards the interns. It wasn't completely likely, but she could pretend that she could be civil in the workplace.
Evan crossed one leg over the other, glancing at Leo as he reached down to tie his shoelace. At first she thought that he was trying to peek up her skirt, but the thoughts going through his head were pure. He was trying to not look at her legs too much. A practical gentleman. After spending as much time as she did with Adam, it was almost refreshing. "Yup, Evan." She knew that it was a somewhat masculine nickname, but it suited her well. She went by Evangeline in her writing, but Evan to mostly everyone else. Even her brothers called her E every now and then.
She laughed when he asked if she had this great job and was the boss, "I'm actually a journalist, I write for a local paper and blog called In the NOLA."
There had been a couple of times that people expected a man when she would email about interviewing someone, or when someone met her and then read what she wrote. "I will say, I do have a little bit of a reputation around my office for being a hardass if that suits your idea about me." She teased back and took another sip of her coffee. She practically ran on the stuff and she loved it. Her brothers made fun of her, often saying that she was a demon before she had it and a caffeinated demon after. She just threw stuff at them and called it a day. Growing up with two brothers, she developed quite the arm to throw things at them.
"Yeah, when you're young it's a big thing. Like a rite of passage." She explained, setting her drink down. "You down here for one of those? Trying to get a jump on Mardi Gras season or some Anne Rice tour?"
Harvard. Impressive. She nodded when he mentioned taking a break from law school to keep from being burned out. It made sense. There were times when she considered packing up and just going off somewhere. Somewhere she could lounge on a beach and enjoy herself.
"Makes sense, I always heard Harvard was one of them pressure cookers. Put a whole bunch of eggheads inside and watch them crack." She said with a shrug. Knowing that she had a chance of offending him by referring to him as an egghead, but it seemed about right.
Leo continued to look at his shoes a little too much. He was starting to feel a little more comfortable in the situation but still didn't want to accidentally set off his telekineses in any way. The last thing he needed was to hurt someone in public. Especially the first person he had talked to in a long time that wasn't a maid or a front desk person at a motel. They were always nice to him he hadn't met too many mean people here but it was nice to have a conversation with someone who wanted to talk to you, not someone who was being paid to be nice to you and entertain your need for conversation.
Leo looked up as she was taking a drink from her coffee. He hadn't gone and gotten his coffee yet for the day and regretted it. He thought about asking if she wanted to come with him to get one but she already had a coffee and thought that it sounded too much like something a serial killer would say to someone. He was still rusty in his social skills, he used to be so good at talking to people and having carefree fun before everything happened. He knew in a weird way he was growing from this situation, he had never truly been on his own before. His parents were always a phone call away and he abused that privilege a lot when he was in Harvard.
His parents would always help Leo with whatever he needed. He had many times of calling his mother asking her how long to cook something or what to do when you accidentally turn your whole load of white clothes pink. He could call his dad for any questions he had about law school and have him explain it to him in seconds or help him understand something that he was trying to learn but just couldn't get his mind around. He missed them sometimes and debated calling them or writing a letter but didn't want to hurt their feelings any more than he already had.
"Wow, a journalist. That's great. I couldn't even write a decent term paper let alone a whole article on something if it didn't interest me." He gave a little grin. He knew writing would never be his strong point in life. Sure, there was basic writing in law but more just notes and reports to fill out than anything else. It wasn't something that took thought or skill to do. He never had to use his imagination to be a lawyer, he just had to have determination and understanding of the law. Plus a kickass memory and hatred of sleeping.
"I think the shoes give you away as a hardass. No one wears those for comfort, only seriously savvy business women wear those things. I swear woman in my dads' law firm had those and I always wondered how they don't kill your feet after 12 hours in the office." He smiled and was thankful he didn't have to wear those death traps. The women in New York wore them like champions but Leo was glad his custom leather shoes were actually comfortable to walk around the city in. He always wondered how heels didn't get stuck in the crack of the sidewalk or how he didn't see more people fall wearing them.
"Oh god no" He chuckled a bit. "I don't think Mardi Gras is my thing. Not sure being drunk around that many people would be fun without all my friends down here to stop me from doing stupid stuff. I'm pretty good at not stopping when I need to and drinking too much." He thought back to the end of high school trip Leo's dad sent him and his friends on. Italy was amazing and being there with his best friends, Harvey and Freddy, made it even better but didn't stop 18-year-old Leo from making an ass out of himself in a foreign country.
"Actually, it really was like that." He snickered. "All those smart kids in one place all trying to outdo each other. So much pressure to be the best, some of them are bound to crack. I needed to get away before that happened to me. My first year was the most stressful thing I've ever done. I think it should be illegal for someone to have a workload like that."
"Oh um." He paused trying to decide if it was safe to tell her the truth, on the one hand, she hadn't judged him and was completely okay with him being strange but on the other, she could have been sent by his parents. He decided the truth was better since he already felt guilty for lying before. "My grandfather used to travel a lot looking for a certain community of people, like the Romani, but not them. Anyways he stopped here once and said the group of people here are nice. I haven't met anyone apart of their group yet but he said the place was pretty and it could be fun. So, I came here. Not interesting but eh." He shrugged hoping the bland definition would include enough of the truth that she didn't try to dig any deeper but questions like that always lead to more questions eventually.
Evan practically bled coffee. She worked longer hours than almost anyone at the office, she scavenged police stations for leads on a story, she would go above and beyond to find a story. She also enjoyed spending time outside of the office and inside of clubs and bars. She enjoyed a drink at the end of the day, and she enjoyed dancing with handsome strangers even more. Explained some of the questionable choices she had made in her life while drinking. Monday was probably at the top of that list. She always had a crush on the gator, ever since he and Will became friends. The closer they got, the deeper her crush on her brother's best friend grew. One night, a little too much to drink, and she was in bed with her brother's best friend in the whole world and he was the first.
She wished that he would be his last poor life choice, but where would that fun be?
She knew that if she really wanted to dig into it, she would realize that she had a fear of intimacy since her fucked up childhood. She would realize that she feared people leaving her, so she pushed them away before they could hurt her, she could realize that it all traced back to the unresolved trauma of losing her mother the way she did and the callous way her father remarried. She could do all of that, but instead she drank and she destroyed relationships with the people who meant the most to her. Her brother, her best friends, sometimes she wondered if she was really going out of her way to maximize hurting them, or if it was a secondary superhuman power that she possessed.
Telepath by day, stupid slut with a bottle of tequila by night.
"It was just about the only thing I've ever wanted to do with my life." She laughed, "Well, that's not completely true. Me and my best friend when I was a kid were committed to being notorious criminals after reading about Bonnie and Clyde. We just figured we would take out the romance parts and the deaths at the end." They would trick kids with her ability for their lunch money when they were kids. She was a bratty kid, but he always seemed to be there to watch out for her. "What kind of term papers were you writing?"
She rolled her ankles when he made a comment about her heels, she had a dedication to her shoes that would rival a dragon guarding a pile of gold, "I wish I could say that I was one of those women who just didn't even care and could wear them for twelve hours a day, but honestly, it does hurt after a while. Though, I am the grand champion of not falling while drunk in them, in the whole state of Louisiana too, not just local." She teased back, tucking her legs back after stretching her legs out to show off the shoes a little.
Mardi Gras easily brought out the worst in New Orleans, all natives knew that. Even some would get out of the city for the festivities. She even considered begging her brothers to get out of town for the event, and renting out their apartments behind their backs. Will's alone would be able to fetch her a mint and cover her own rent and expenses for a year. Maybe even a new pair of Jimmy Choos in the process. "Doing stupid stuff is part of the Louisiana way though, we got people out wrestling gators and all that good stuff. Just part of the flair."
She took a drink of her coffee and realized she was out before she even felt nearly human enough to face the brigade of morons lined up in her office. "Hey, this is turning into a two cup kind of day, you wanna grab one with me?" She asked, curious in keeping the conversation going.
"People who live in quiet, but also sorta right in front of you?" Could he be talking about the supernatural community? She had heard that there was always the risk of people hunting people like them. That there was a chance that they could be eliminated by someone with enough of a grudge high up enough in the military of government. One day there, the next and there could be thousands of nukes aimed at New Orleans. "Well you have the journalist in me interested. Coffee?"
