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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Jasper watched the chaos on the floor, someone had switched the names on all of the medications again. Some people who needed more ability blockers were given the wrong medications, people with actual mental health issues were vomiting from the wrong medications. He scanned the crowds for anyone who could have possibly done it, and already had a short list of culprits in mind. Jasper walked along the edge of the main area and spotted Mason Charles DuBois talking with a pink haired freak who liked to play with the dead. This had a definite Mason feel to it, but he was more of a fan of sneaking into his office, or trying to boost morale in this place by riding on the medication carts. No, probably wasn't him.
Benjamin Townsend. Benjamin was a bone in his side since the day the osteokinetic got to Monroeville. He was always trying to escape, trying to run off and ruin all of the plans that Jasper had for the place. He was talking with the blonde clairvoyant that Charlie kept special tabs on for him. Couldn't have her seeing something and telling everyone else. Then again- there was so little left in Lucy's head that he would be shocked if she had any thoughts of her own anymore. Lucy was one vision away from her memory being wiped clean, and she was too stupid to realize that her therapist was the one who did it to her. She wanted to destroy the world that Jasper and Charlie were trying to create, and he wasn't going to allow anyone to get into his way.
Probably wasn't Benjamin. He finally landed on a brunette girl with a habit of causing chaos in the place. Sophie. Jasper called for the orderlies and told them to grab her and bring her to the basement. He had a special plan in mind for that one. The orderlies swarmed into the main area, and Jasper left to grab her file. He wanted to see what she had and what he could exploit. Monroeville was rich with the most untapped and wild abilities, and he wanted to harvest all of them. He walked into his office, taking the file from his wall. None of this mattered to him anymore, he wanted to unlock the codes of human potential and with Marilyn's abilities coursing through him constantly, he had the means to do so.
Making his way to the basement, Jasper unlocked the doors and whistled as he walked down the steps. Some tune that had been on the radio during his commute in this morning. The door opened again as the orderlies dragged the brunette girl in, allowing a genuine smile to pull at his features. This was her first time in the chair, and while she wouldn't remember it, it was going to be a magical experience for all of them. The various devices hung on the walls, and he would want to see what she was able to do. Sure she might come out of it bruises, beaten, or sore, but she wouldn't remember it. The biggest benefit of having a rabid dog by his side was that Charlie would do whatever he said and he wouldn't have to worry about the consequences to his actions.
Monroeville was under his control and he wanted to keep it that way.
Sophie had been causing a lot of trouble lately, and Jasper was edger to break some of that willful spirit. She was headstrong, and she was obviously powerful. The orderlies strapped her to a table while Jasper casually leafed through her file. Born in Miami, parents who spoiled her, Primrose Academy, a younger sister. Might be valuable down the line if he ever needed more of Sophie's DNA. That was a thought for another time. Jasper read about how she blinded someone when she denied their sexual advances. She was a fighter, but she wasn't the first one who was good at surviving who had been strapped to the chair.
Jasper tossed the dossier onto the small table and grinned at her. "No need to struggle, Miss De La Cruz, you're not going anywhere."
Post by Sophie de la Cruz on Dec 27, 2018 22:51:09 GMT
Sophie walked down the hallway, a smile on her face and a lightness in her step that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Spending time with Mason had left her feeling a lot of conflicted ways, but the feeling that laid under all of it was positive. It was light. It was happier than she’d been since that night four years ago when she had laid, sobbing on the floor, curled up as the boy next to her screamed and scrambled around, trying to grab something, anything, that he couldn’t actually see. From that moment, her life had become grayscale and monotonous. Every day it was the same thing, the same bleak and hopeless thing that she knew she could never escape. However, there was something about the way that Mason made her feel, like she was special and that she wasn’t a monster, that made her feel like there was hope. Maybe, just maybe, she would get out someday. Maybe she could build a life for herself outside of the walls of Monroeville, far away from Louisiana if that was what it took.
Maybe.
She wasn’t paying attention as she walked down the hallway, her arms crossed over her torso, her cheeks still red and the smile that Mason had caused still stretched over her lips. The warmth in her chest, the vaguely unsettled feeling in her stomach, the inability to wipe the smile free and settle her resting bitch face back into place; it was something that she had experienced four years ago and not for one moment since then.
She hadn’t been paying attention, even as the sound of utilitarian boots slapped against the tile flooring behind her. She was too wrapped up in her own head. In the dreamy feeling that she had gotten from spending time with someone she might actually like. In fact, she didn’t start paying attention to her surroundings until strong arms wrapped her arms and held her in a vice-like grip that had her crying out. “Hey, what the hell?” Sophie struggled to get free, looking over her shoulder both to see if she could see the people grabbing onto her and to see if Mason could see what was happening. She did recognize the two goons, one of them was one that had busted her more than once for her… well, let’s call them shenanigans, and the other was mostly unknown to her, though she was sure that she had seen her once or twice down in solitary. “Now fellas, there’s no need for the manhandling. I can walk like a good girl when asked nicely.” But they didn’t let her go, and Sophie struggled slightly harder, crying out and biting down on her lip as their grip tightened past the point of irritation and bordered on pain.
“Fine, fuck.” Sophie let her arms go limp at her sides and let them essentially frogmarch her… downstairs? She had been down to solitary before, more than once mind you, but this was a different stairwell. The first thing that struck her was the smell. It smelled so strongly of bleach that for a moment she was lightheaded, and the more paranoid part of her brain couldn’t help but wonder what the bleach was covering. But that was ridiculous. Monroeville may be utter hell, with incompetent and disinterested staff, but it wasn’t that. They didn’t torture the patients that entered its doors… did they?
A door opened, and Sophie struggled back, every instinct in her body warning her not to go in that room. She had started to get a very unsettled feeling surrounding everything that might lay beyond, and she had learned a long time ago to listen to her instincts when they let her know that something wasn’t right. The vicelike grip around her arms, however, didn’t let her get far, and they dragged her into the room, kicking out and protesting like a madwoman.
Maybe even looking like this place was the right one for her after all.
They strapped her down, and when she heard a posh, British voice, Sophie’s head snapped up so fast that she was sure it look like she had broken her own neck. “D-Dr. Blackthorn.” She had seen the man in person only once in her four years, and his presence was making her more nervous than the restraints on her body. Pulling against them again, she found them remarkably tight, and the knot that had started in her stomach tightened at the grin on his face. “What the fuck are you talking about? This can’t be legal.” Her panicked eyes scanned over the restraints, over the director of the hospital, over the orderlies who were now… exiting the room. The worst thoughts filtered into Sophie’s mind, and when she spoke again, her voice was calmer, quieter. She didn’t meet his eyes. “What are you going to do to me?”
They didn't know it when they turned me loose. I shot the sheriff and slipped the noose.
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Post by Charlotte Rae Devereaux on Dec 30, 2018 4:26:19 GMT
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he radio that buzzed half-way during Charlie’s session was an annoyance at best. There was never anything good from that radio; it was mostly for disturbances on the hospital’s main floor. She raised off her chair and motioned to her patient, cutting the girl off nearly mid-sentence. The patient stammered, trying to finish some story about some past trauma or something. Charlie had honestly stopped listening halfway through. She was going to blank her memory of that part anyway; why did she have to sit through a tirade of it as well? The girl, a new arrival, blamed everything on her shitty upbringing, and if Charlie could shut her up and decrease her disturbances, it was practically a win-win for everyone.
“I’m sorry, honey, but we have to take a pause on this session. You’ll be my first-up tomorrow, okay, sweetie?” She liked to litter her words with as many niceties as she could with patients, and sometimes they negated the bare bones coldness of her voice. She could never manage to be charming, but she could sound at least somewhat human. After she motioned to the door once more, the patient got the idea and got up, leaving Charlie to her radio. Buzzing in with her call sign, she received the delicate code that meant her services were needed, without question, in the basement. She sent back the affirmative and hooked the radio back to her belt before heading out. Oh, these things were never good. At all.
This was not her favorite part of the job, she had to admit. It was messy, sloppy. There were too many things that could go wrong, and when they did, she didn’t want to be the one holding the bag. That made her part in them, however, that much more important. Jasper could blank memories with his power mimicry, but even her bandaids failed at times. She did not want to test the longevity of his, as any signs of failure would have devastating ripple effects. No, no, her presence was required, and as long as she was convinced it was, she felt just that bit safer. That bit of reassurance let her rest on the elevator ride down to the basement.
She swiped her badge to enter the secure part of the basement, one last look over her shoulder to ensure no one else was around. Satisfied, she descended the stairs, shedding her blazer on the way down. She wasn’t exactly dressed for this extracurricular, but it was never easy to plan these sort of events. They just sort of happened...ready or not. She rolled up her sleeves and counted the rest of the steps down to the extra-secure part of the basement. The chair waited there, a mocking symbol of where she could have just as easily ended up. It always gave her the goosebumps, but she could beat it back. After all, she wasn’t there, and though she didn’t know who was, she almost pitied them. Almost.
Voices descended up, vibrating on the thick, reinforced walls. Jasper’s was immediately recognizable, but the other she had never had that much dealings with. Good. That always made it easier. There were certain ones that… No, she couldn’t think about that. That way lay weakness, and weakness was not prized in the basement.
Entering the designated area, she nodded to Jasper with a ghost of a smile, which she fully dropped before sizing up Sophie Georgina de la Cruz. She read patient files like trashy novels and studied their pictures like fine art. She knew them back of her hand. Still, she swiped the clipboard from the table and found the patient’s last name, as if she already didn’t know it. “Miss De La Cruz, you can just go ahead and relax. We’ll be around.”
She thrummed her nails lightly on the underside of the clipboard, a corner of her mouth hitching up. The sense manipulator. Used to putting others at her mercy and now she was powerless. Charlie knew the feeling, could almost relate. After all, legal was a relative term. It implied that people gave a shit about what happened at Monroeville.
“You know well the pitfalls of the legal system, Miss de la Cruz, no need to worry about that here.” The smile she slathered on was meant to be at least a little comforting; she was pretty sure it wasn’t.
Everyone always yelled and screamed when they got to the table. They always yelled and screamed and they made their threats. They said things like that he was a bastard, that he was going to hell, that they were going to get him back. None of them ever left the table saying a word. They would get stripped down to the bare bones of their humanity and then placed back into their beds like nothing has ever happened. That was the best part of taking someone like Charlie by his side, he never had to justify his actions because she was a former Monroeville scum herself.
Whatever they did to these patients, he knew that deep down she liked it.
She was as batshit crazy as the rest of them, the only difference was that she was able to put whatever brains she had left into doing something with her life. She was able to actually get her degree and contribute something to society. It wasn’t like any of these patients would. What would Sophie do? She was given everything, a Primrose education and she wanted to act like a cold tease and someone was blinded in the process. It was funny that it was always the criminals who wanted to reference the law when they were on the table.
As if there was something in the law that would protect any of them. They were all societies garbage. No one ended up in Monroeville because they had something to contribute. They were all human garbage and Jasper was trying to give them a chance to be something. To be part of human history and to be remembered as something more than wasted human potential, criminals, and trash.
Jasper grinned when the door opened and they were joined by Charlie, his rabid dog. He squeezed her shoulder when she started to look over the charts and tried to think about what he wanted to do with Sophie. First things first, of course. Jasper walked up to her and took a sample of her blood. They would need it to map out where in her DNA the code for her ability laid. That was what all of this was for after all, for the pursuit of science and for knowledge. They were hungry for the root of all human experience, and Jasper was practically starving to sell it to the highest bidder.
“It’s always the criminals who quote the legal systems. I don’t know why that makes me laugh, but it does.” He said removing the needle from her arm and sealing the vial and checking the sticker for her name. Couldn’t get the samples all mixed up. He had too much work to do to be careless and sloppy. Jasper was too meticulous, worked too hard, to fall into being sloppy.
“What am I feeling today…” He said to himself looking at the tools on the walls that he picked with almost gleeful joy when he was setting up the room. He wanted to see how much her senses could be manipulated. He knew from her file that she had blinded someone, so maybe it was time for the favor to be returned. He looked at Charlie, hoping that she was getting the same idea that he was.
“Miss Del La Cruz, this is going to hurt for a moment, but remember, we don’t leave you with anything but some mysterious bruises. You won’t even remember any of this.” He gripped her hair and felt the surge of her own ability race through his veins. He pulled her head back, shoving pills down her throat. He had to make sure that her gifts were blocked from hurting him and Charlie. Still the familiar surge coursed through his veins. He could remember the first time that he had been able to take someone else’s gift. It had been electrical manipulation, a dominatrix that his father paid to shock him and allow him to feel something. The rush was still as great and still as fun. He let go of the brunette’s hair and focused on the ability coursing through him as he did a quick selection between her five senses.
Post by Sophie de la Cruz on Jan 19, 2019 3:01:48 GMT
Sophie didn’t like any of this. Now, typically that was a statement that could apply to just about any part of her day, but lately she had been getting a lot better at being social, be it hanging out with Eli and trying to learn sign language, or hanging around with Aisling on the rare occasion that she was actually allowed into the city, and she was actually starting to enjoy the life that had been gifted to her. What she definitely didn’t like was being strapped down to a table and rendered completely helpless as none other than Director Blackthorn stood in front of her, grinning at her in a way that she definitely didn’t like. Everything about this situation made her want to squirm, made her want to scream and beg for help. She might have, if she thought that anybody would hear her, but even if they did… this was a hospital meant for those who were dangerous to society, which meant that there was a very good chance that nobody would come to her rescue.
The door opened, and Sophie turned her head to see who had joined them. Doctor Devereaux. There was something about the woman that had always set Sophie on edge, and she had done her best to avoid the woman. Apparently all those attempts were useless, considering that she was now strapped down to a table and at the complete mercy of two people who could, quite easily, do whatever they wanted to her. “What the fuck is this?” The cold fingers of the first touches of fear slid down her spine, and it was everything that she could do to not shiver at the feeling of them. Something was wrong. Something was dreadfully wrong, and she knew that she had no hope at escaping whatever was coming her way. Dr. Devereaux’s voice was like crushed glass clinking together on her ears, and Sophie had been so locked on it that she hadn’t noticed Director Blackthorn and his syringe until it was too late. The pinch in her arm made her gasp, and she looked down, before her eyes darted back up to his face. Her lips parted, half in fear and half in anger. “Nobody knows the rules better than the people who break them. Not that I’m a criminal, but I doubt you give a shit about that.”
Director Blackthorn moved away from her, and her eyes darted back to Dr. Devereaux as she began to speak. “You know well the pitfalls of the legal system,” did she ever. But there were precious few doctors who had ever said anything like that to her before; most of them seemed to think that she was suffering under some kind of narcissistic delusion, and that the truth of the matter was that she had been the attacker instead of the victim. If Dr. Devereaux meant what she was saying… there was a chance. There was a chance that this woman knew that she was in here wrongfully, and while that normally may have inspired a glimmer of hope that she would get out of this hellhole, it was vastly overshadowed by the knowledge that despite that, she was still in here. She was on this table. She was at this woman’s mercy, and she had a very strong feeling that it wasn’t because she wanted to go over exit procedures. And then there was the matter of the smile that made her cringe and intensified the sick feeling currently rolling in the pit of her stomach.
“What am I feeling today?” Sophie’s eyes were drawn to Director Blackthorn again, and she watched as he looked over a number of tools on the walls. What was he thinking? What was he going to do? He turned around, and began the typical villain monologue that she had seen in every mad scientist movie in her childhood. “You won’t even remember any of this.” It was Sophie’s greatest fear. Something was going to happen to her, she had no idea what, and she wasn’t going to be able to remember a damn thing when they were done with her.
A hand fisted in her hair and yanked back, and she cried out, a move she regretted as pills were shoved down her throat. She bit down, not knowing if she would find purchase in any skin, but it was enough contact for her to send her ability coursing directly up his hand. She didn’t want him to be able to feel anything that he was about to do to her. She didn’t want him to have that satisfaction. Much to her surprise, and her irritation, it didn’t seem to have the effect that she wanted, and instead, he looked down at her with a shit-eating grin on his face that she wanted nothing more than to smack off. “Como lo que pica el pollo.” She just managed to get the words out as he spoke, and she felt her blood run cold. Her power. He was using her fucking power. The world went dark, and Sophie’s head whipped from side to side, trying to get away from his influence and shake off the effect of what he was doing to her. “Stop. Fucking stop you son of a bitch!”
They didn't know it when they turned me loose. I shot the sheriff and slipped the noose.
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Post by Charlotte Rae Devereaux on Jan 28, 2019 4:45:10 GMT
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obody knows the rules better than the people who break them. Not that I’m a criminal, but I doubt you give a shit about that.” The girl had a way with words, even Charlie had to admit that. It was a good truth to sprout in the basement; she was almost sad that the girl wouldn’t remember it at all.
She nearly scowled at Jasper’s comment; it had been a little more ruthless than was absolutely necessary. That was about all she could expect from him, though; he was a man in a position of power after all. It was not unexpected for him to flaunt such verbal cruelty to accompany his physical acts, but as long as it wasn’t directed at her, she could abide. The only outward sign of this was little more than a flash in her eyes as she watched the vial go into its place among the others. There were so many, and there were still so many to go.
The tools on the wall behind her would all get their day. They had in the past five years, and she had witnessed most of it. Some of it had twisted her stomach to hell and back, but there was always a sense of detachment. It wasn’t her on the table or strapped into the chair. She suppose that patients did not deserve the treatment; that was something anyone could argue. Whatever petty infraction that had had lead Sophie to her current destination did not deserve whatever would come to her. That was what made Charlie’s services almost a comfort. She could take back everything done in the room. Sophie would wake up with nothing more than a bit of soreness and a few bruises, nothing that couldn’t be too out of place.
She followed Jasper’s eyes, trying to anticipate his next move. Usually, things were a bit by the book, and if they weren’t, it was only on-the-job hazard. Someone squirmed too much, ran their mouth too much, didn’t react the right way… Anything like that could result in a bit more than was absolutely necessary. It wasn’t like there were forms to fill out for that, though. There was never too much of a paper trail when it came to these things. Injuries incurred during illegal experimentation weren’t exactly a thing either of them wanted getting out.
Charlie abandoned the clipboard as Jasper seemed to settle on his flavor of the day. Rounding the other side of Sophie, she watched as he forced back her head. The girl tried to bite, but Charlie knew that only gave Jasper exactly what she wanted. He had such a knack for that, for getting people to do the exact thing they didn’t want to do. Had she known better, she could have sworn he had been gifted with a very specific type of persuasion. It would certainly account for the moon-struck way Marilyn always looked at him; whatever that woman was on, she needed to know and for it to stay the hell away from her.
Whatever effect that they had been waiting for with Sophie was coming fast; the girl was thrashing about in the chair, head flopping side to side. “Stop. Fucking stop you son of a bitch!” That had not worked in five years, and it certainly wasn’t going to work now. The psychiatrist pushed up her sleeves and rolled them to stay put. No reason for things to get messy and sloppy. While Jasper grew accustomed to the new ability, she put her fingers on the girl’s bound wrist to take vitals. It was mundane enough, and she recorded the racing heartbeat on her chart.
“She’s already getting quite worked up, Blackthorn. Miss de la Cruz, I suggest calming down before you pop a blood vessel in those baby blues.” Charlie had never been known for her bedside manner, and even those words came out with a flatness that was wholly unfitting for the situation.
Jasper smiled and patted the top of Sophie's head, "I'm not a criminal, Miss de la Cruz, I'm a scientist." He said with a charming smile, "Don't worry one day you'll be able to look back and think of this as the most important moment of your life. More than anything you could have accomplished as a Primrose graduate, getting married off to the first rich boy to knock you up. And certainly more important than anything you could accomplish within these walls."
Charlie liked to pretend like she was some mad rabid dog at his call, but he could see that all of this was weighing heavily on her. That the more he asked her to help, the more distrust would cloud her judgement of him and he wouldn't have as loyal of a pet any more. He could remember when he was a kid in London. He found a sad little kitten on his way home from school. When he brought it home and showed it to his parents, he was told that he couldn't keep it and to put it back where it came from. The kitten mewed so pathetically at him, seemed so sad to leave the saucer of milk. He couldn't in good conscious leave the kitten outside in the wet and rain.
If Charlie wanted to go down the same path as that poor pathetic kitten, he would have to do the same that he did all of those years ago. First his kitten, now his rabid guard dog.
Reminded him he had to pick up dog food for his greyhounds.
The wall of tools would have their time, he wanted to see what all she was able to do with her ability. That was what they were trying to do here, to see the absolute limits of human evolution. To see how much they could accomplish with their skills and how they could break down the human genome. They would write articles about how Jasper and Charlie were willing to go to any length to make human history. They would talk about the lengths that Jasper was willing to go through for science. There would probably be a footnote about the contributions of Monroeville Hospital patients, but honestly, for people like Sophie de la Cruz, Lucia Lovelle, and Mason DuBois, did they really have any type of life waiting for them? Did they have anything better that they could do with themselves?
Jasper felt the tiny shocks race through his body as he gripped Sophie's hair. The sparks that raced up his spine. He could feel the surge within him as his own DNA changed to reflect Sophie's. He knew deep down that he would have to test his own ability to see it's limits, but that would save for the end. No need to risk his own life when there were plenty of Monroeville patients that would gladly give themselves up if it meant meaning in their lives. They would fight and they would pretend to hate it, but really he knew the truth. That each and every one of them was grateful for the opportunity to be something more. Something more than a rabid dog in a cage.
Look at Charlie, someone gave her a degree and some letters after her name and suddenly she was someone. No longer mad as a hatter Charlie, she was Dr Devereux, who was still batshit crazy, but she was more. She was a better version of herself because of what Monroeville had to offer those who were exceptional enough. While Charlie fretted over blood pressure and stats, Jasper concentrated on his own borrowed ability. His sight became crystal clear, his hearing was able to pin point how many guards were outside waiting for further instruction.
"Son of a bitch, huh? Guess you you've met my mother." He teased and looked her over with his new eyes. "Miss de la Cruz, I'm going to use your ability on you. See how strong you are, and see how your body reacts to your own ability. It's all part of science, so I want you to know that you'll be safe. We've only lost a few on here, but I think we mostly have it down."
Jasper focused on her eyes, slowly heightening her eyesight. He wanted to get her right to the point where her vision might have been lost forever. He could see the blood streaming down her cheeks from her tear ducts.
